of strawberry sherbet

02.02.2012

After sleepless night I concluded I cannot live this way no more. Someone will die.
 Meanwile Winter is getting seriously wintery. There is -23C, and some hour ago I was outside, walking streets of Biały with frosted eyelashes and tiny icicles in my nose. Trying imagine myself at the North Pole.
As temperature plummets, chinchillas became my greatest concern. So today they have been moved downstairs, to my room. I hardly sleep anyway, so I really don't care now what creature is going to wake me up in the middle of the fucking night. For few reasons, though, I can forgive a chinch for his nightly gymnastics, as it's his nature to be active at an impossible hours. What is Perkele's reason to wake up dozens of times during the night, getting in and out of the room every few minutes, because she just can't bloody lie down and sleep? Or relax for few hours instead of whinig and scratching the door? Leaving her in the kitchen with other dogs means sudden burst of clatter, when Andrew moves around, which drives me mad to the point of breaking her neck. I need silence.
So, yes, this subject keeps coming back like a fucking bumerang, and I've got just about enough of it.

Now, we (that is me, O., his good lady, and O.'s college friend) went to see swedish short films. First one was stupid and pointless, as it did't lead anywhere. The only conclusion I had is that I'm glad I'm not 20 years old anymore. And that penis looks often extremely pathethic, especially when being put into icy cold drink. Second one was about China and wasn't particularly breathtaking, but I kind of liked steady shots. Also, I was glad I don't live in this country, where you can be shot to death legally for no particular reason, and your demise might be an entertainment for some twisted fucks. Third one was about various animals living on the beach somewhere, don't really know where. Just music and picture. Very nicely captured light and colors. The only drawback was that eventually hordes of people arrived at this beach and destroyed peace and simple joy, by spilling blood.
Fourth one was the best in my opinion, and it was about a girl, who could heal people by taking their sicknesses away, with great cost on her mental state. Very little dialouge, great light, ideas, composition. Fifth one was called "Anyone for tennis?", and I instantly knew it must have something to do with Monthy Python. And it did-Gilliam like cartoon, very nice. Sixth one was about two lesbians who wanted to have a second baby. I liked their white, slightly askew, wooden house. I didn't like the story, flat like a pancake it was. The seventh-it was some videoclip, shot in the woods, band members constructed of hardly visible light dots, floating and sparkling. Liked the idea very much, was not impressed with music. Last one was about a woman performing modern dance in the studio-built birch forest. Her face neither beautiful nor ugly, reminded me of Miranda Richardson. Again, not a word spoken, just music and movement. I liked her dance, because it is kind of dance I would perform, and actually I do. Sometimes.
Am thinking now of making my own short film. Very short-something like 2minutes. With slow motion. And maybe to Ulver's music. That would be something.

Then the painful duty to apply layers of clothing to oneself. I look like a terrorist with only my eyes visible beneath various scarfs and hats and hoods. We (that is me, O. and his friend-good lady run home to stuff more knowlege to her already bursting brain) went to a bus stop and waited there for some five minutes, making comments on almost bare assed blond bitches, who obviously don't know anything about bladder problems. But soon they'll know! Also we concluded that bacterias don't like low temperatures, so perhaps this is some way to combat typical for whores vaginal problems. And then O.'s friend left us (can't bloody remember her name, too common I guess- nice person though) and we went to my bus stop, mocking each other along the way. As we were approaching my usual place of departure, we saw blue, flashing lights and quite untypical police car. Soon few of them gathered. There was blood on the pavement. It looked like well frozen strawberry sherbet. We were told to mind our steps. We glanced at eachother, and moved away a bit. We watched as policemen were taping whole bus stop with red and white tape with word POLICE written on it. We were observing their clumsy work and wondering why they don't have special posts so tape could be easily attached to it. They kept wrapping it around their own cars and a litter bin. Very unprofessional. We noticed that there was some grim looking guy in one of police vehicles. Had to be the one who stabbed. As we clearly heard something about the knife.
Well, gotta start using other bus stop, it seems.
Or it doesn't really matter, as shit may happen anytime, anywhere. Also, is it possible to stab somebody with so many layers of clothing?Thinking of myself now.

Thor is looking better and better. Today made carvings on his breast plate, and made him a belt. Would be great to cast him in bronze, but I suppose I can't afford it. AND it might be tricky, as it is a difficult shape with lots of details and such. We'll see. He might be pretty impressive when finished.