Just a bit of a post here... nothing special.

Sometimes, I tend to get these rather ludicrous idea in my head that come across as rather crass, for me (I hope I used that word correctly), then I mention them to someone before completely forgetting it the next day. Like the "feel the world" idea. It would have come across as racist to quite a few people, and brilliant to an even smaller amount. So, it was scrapped, which I am sorry to say. I'm talking with Tero about how some Finns act, and seeing from his picture, I decided to comment on it being related to how some Finns seem to act. I also asked him quite a few questions regarding things that are popularily believed about Finns. I'm quite clueless, as I've never been to Finland, before. Not ever. Eeeever. Something, though, has embedded "yelling" into "Finland" in my mind. I don't know what it is, but I can't help but associate yelling with Finnish for some odd reason. I feel rather degraded as I say that. I realize that I can be quite the bigoted and racist bastard when I start to think about things. Though, I push those things aside and divert my attention, for it's not gentleman-ly of me to think things such as that. It's crude. Quite so, though with being crude can also come being simple. Being simple is quite fun, though! Simple things make simplicity -fun-. Though, I don't know if I'm simple or not. I'm merely described to be rustic and charismatic.


Fufu; I'm Remilia.


Well, not really. I'm not a vampire that is over 500 years old. I'm just a simple man that likes to yell, sometimes. I'm also quite senile, as memory loss is becoming more and more apparent. I can't go many places without a cane, now, for two reason's too.
Broken foot; Arthritis. Broken foot hasn't been much new, if you knew me in the last few days or so. Over Steam, that is. No-
Fuck, my back. That's lovely, that piercing feeling you get from back pain. Not an ache, but more of a jab, pull, and scrape... with the scrape being all that is felt. It just hurts quite a bit! Now my arm and hand, too. Ugh, I'll go and call it a night. 

Scandinavian flight path

As per recently, I've been becoming more and more interested in Sweden, mostly, but also the rest of the Scandinavian countries. They truly fascinate me with their culture, their people in general, their language and judicial system. Truly everything, really(even the Finnish "comedy" you might find lying around)! I've actually been saving up quite a bit... I plan to visit Danmark, Suomi, Sverige, and Norge. I already live here, in Greenland, so I somewhat feel like visiting the Faeroes and getting lost. Though, if I get lost, there goes the visit to Danmark. I expect to spend... at least two weeks in each country. I've money for tickets alone to three out of four (Not counting the bloody Faeroes)and-FONT CHANGE~


As I was saying: I've money for 3 ox 4, and now all I need to do is save up for the food that I might buy, small taxes, etc., and then mentally prepare for the jet lag and several time zones I will go back and forth through. Other than that, though...? Things have been going swimmingly, other than conflict here and there. I don't think that Askberg will like where I'm going when it comes to Norway.
I think I'll scare him a bit.

"But in parting..."?

It would make a great post, indeed.

So, recently, I've been under a bit of pressure; not like peer-pressure from co-workers or anything, but mostly from being around certain types of situations. Like seeing one person give affection to someone else, whom I may have had feeling for in the past, and might possibly still have it, and have them react as if they liked it. If I do the same thing, I'm refused, in a rather cold manner. Even talking to them is somewhat of a chore, while others have no problem. I don't even have a history with them yet they seem as if they know me. Whenever I complain about it to someone else, all they can do is say that they feel sorry for me, or try and empathize. Most of the people, I know, are doing it because they feel obligated, or forced to do so. Even the one I who shows cold emotion towards me does something because I seem desperate.

It's making me sick, the thought of it. People are even offering to help me in my little dilemma. I want to hit each and every one of those people who say they can help. Whether it be by explaining the situation to Ø, or convincing Ø to do something for me, I always want to hit them. It's just so bloody fake. Too fake!

Recent happenings

So, recently, on Saturday, I was hospitalized with what I thought was appendicitis. Lovely thing, that. I mean, what else could cause this much pain? I was shaking, vomiting, and in so much pain! I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't get into a position where the pain would just stop, or go away. I would try and try. I had taken a shower to attempt to relieve the pain. I ended up just lying down on the shower floor and whimper until I was coaxed to finally pick up the damned phone and call a friend to drag me to the hospital. It was quite the pitiful state that I was in. I regret having it happen. So, finally, my friend had arrived -and had to drag me into his car, no less- and drove me to the hospital. There, I was rushed into a room, and put on a morphine drip. At first, it was 1litre (Apparently 1 litre and 2mL are the same thing) of morphine, which had worn off in only minutes. It was an excruciating type of pain. It wouldn't go away! Then, they asked me to urinate. Oh gods, I couldn't. I was apparently so dry that I had nothing to let out. They told me that if I couldn't urinate, they would have to use a catheter. Now, I know what a catheter does. I know how they use it. No. No. No. No. No. No.

Anyways! Eventually, after drinking the two litres of contrast (So they could scan me), I had enough fluids in me to urinate. The colour of it was... a dark brown! I had nothing in me.

So, after 4mL more of morphine, it was decided that I don't have appendicitis, and it was just a kidney stone. Lovely. After the scanning, though? It was found out that I had two. The scanning was rather intimidating, though. The signs that say "CAUTION. RADIATION HAZARD." I had seen two men wearing lead plating on their chest. Intimidating indeed. The actual scanning was rather ah... scary! No one told me that they had to leave the room to operate the scanner. Scary indeed...

Three hours later (Let's just skip, here.), I was discharged from the hospital. Fast forward two days later, nothing happened, and I feel on top of the world because of a song. Well... three, actually.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPYLIy3FWpk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQuExgINlSQ
http://horobox.co.uk/u/creec_1331001136.mp3

Lovely songs, those. I especially love the second one. It's a masterpiece...
The third one reminds me of Shogun 2, and I have it playing in the background. Each time. It's lovely... quite so! Stockholm Syndrome? It's... a strange one. I can't find anything that I like about it, yet I do. Maybe it's the feel overall. Maybe because of "Stockholm." Maybe... anyways!

I'm on Percocet because of this recent happening. That, and Keflex, Flomax, ZOFRAN... that's pretty much it. I say Percocet first because it's a painkiller. It makes me high as a kite, too.

Not that high, though. Not as high as morphine.

I forgot what else I was writing. Maybe I'll write it later.