Pertrosfoliea's Web Log Thingy Thing

People and poses and more

2010-07-09T01:22:00.000-07:00

Drawings

2009-11-01T02:31:00.000-08:00

Lovund

2009-02-07T12:32:00.001-08:00

Their only store is burning...

It was like a big bonfire, and at one point the firework caught fire, obviously dangerous, but nobody got hurt so I guess it's ok to laugh. The day after there was only frozen, black ruins left, and ironiclly some red fire extinguishers, still wrapt in plastic.

Not advertisment

2009-01-18T08:10:00.001-08:00

It's my brand new Sony Ericsson K810i baby.
Sure, my old phone could take pictures, but with this baby I'm not ashamed of people seeing them. (My ex couldn't deal with more than twelve colours.)
So yeah, maybe I'll blog from my phone more often... maybe:p

School...

2009-01-12T01:27:00.000-08:00

I'm afraid the best teacher I have this year is my English teacher, and this is the comment he wrote on my last essay:
A bit short... maybe. - ~~but~~ but interesting reading and you have solved the problem/done the task very ~~good~~ well!

Heep Nightmare

2008-11-25T16:01:00.000-08:00

Once again I get up from bed to blog my heart at ease, though I know there will be little sleep tonight.

I’m eating dinner with my brother and my mum. The phone rings, sounding distant, as it does when it’s only your imagination. I get up and walk to the hallway, pick the phone up from the pocket of my coat. It stops ringing. It rings again and I pick it up quickly, glimpsing the callers address on the display, someone I used to know but lost contact with. As I put the phone to my ear a feeling of horror washed over me, or what I like to think of as the Heep feeling, and it stayed. There was a sound like if something exploded, (the house?), and the call was disconnected. I run back to the kitchen and sit down, crying about what happened. Was some evil monster calling from their home just to let me know that they're dead? Was they calling to warn me about something? Or maybe calling me made their home explode?

Normally when one wakes up from a bad dream, one can smile and go back to sleep, knowing it was just a dream. This sort of thing is different, though I do not know what it is. It seems to me as if beings from hell has put a curse on me. I wonder whether I am insane, or if this is a normal phenomena which I’ve just failed to have heard of. I get this feeling sometimes, just about enough times now for me to lose count. I know that there has to be loads and loads of other people who's had this feeling. I bet there are big fat psychology books named after this feeling. However, do not know what it is called, if it has a name. I, as mentioned, call it the Heep feeling.

The Heep feeling. Hard to explain. A feeling of a sinking stomach, sinking hope. And it feels as if the invisible shield that repels evil has sinked too, maybe into your stomach. Everything around you can look like creatures from hell, even if it's bright daylight. There are people in the room with you. You know there's something under your bed, something behind you and something peeking through the keyhole. Mirrors are possible portals to hell, whatever you do, do not look at them when you've got this feeling. When you close your eyes or blink you may see flashes of horrible images. If it gets really bad, you may even find yourself paralyzed. Unable to move anything except for your eyes.
I find the best thing to do when paralyzed is to concentrate hard on a word or a small phrase, (like a mantra,) and try to say it. It slowly becomes a whisper, and as you get the volume up, you will start feeling your body. Keep trying to raise your voice and move your body until you can get up. The horrors might have disappeared by then, but they'll be back.

Once I woke up paralyzed, there was a man standing by my bed, looking at me. A very short man with a green cloak that hid his face. I concentrated on a mantra, and he disappeared as I gained control over my body.
Another time there was a white alien standing over me. It strangled me with a big white hand, but he too disappeared as I came out of my paralyzed state. I didn't use a mantra back then though, I just gained control as I struggled for air.

Right now there's a small picture on the opposed wall of me holding my old cat, both young and happy. Now I am sure it shows death holding him. It is clear. What a sick sick mind I have. How twisted the world can become through eyes like mine.

But though this is fascinating, I should stop stirring at that photo of death before I go insane, (or more insane as it might be.) The best thing I can do now is to play some DS until the feeling has vanished. I actually feel quite ok already, though death's still on the picture. I guess it's one of those things that once you've noticed it you will always see it. If it becomes a problem I'll just have to take down the picture.

Anylate, DFTBA.

Obama

2008-11-04T00:48:00.000-08:00

Someone said that America doesn't need a trophy wife as VP of the country, and I totally agree. And arguing that people should vote for McCain because Palin is a woman is just silly. She's not even the presidential candidate. I even prefer McCain over Palin, I mean, she's just creepy. And religious. And what's the point with a female politician if she's against stuff like abortion?

"You can put lipstick on a pig, it's still a pig. You can wrap an old fish in a piece of paper called change. It's still going to stink after eight years."
- President Obama

DFTBA

I, Write

2008-10-20T01:01:00.000-07:00

I haven't written anything here since ages ago. I haven't had anything to write about, and whatever I do I do not want to write about not having anything to wright about. There is nothing more boring than reading about how the writer had nothing to write about. Agree?
So yes, I'm writing about something else.
...
Next time.
I promise.

Meanwhile DFTBA

James Bond

2008-05-31T12:42:00.000-07:00

I'm watching James Bond, which I used to like when I was a child, but now... My god, it's so discriminating! First thing that happens is that he goes into a room with a hot naked woman, Bond has some fun with her, but then a man comes in with a gun. Bond throws the naked woman at the man, then hits him some more and leaves. Poor woman, but she was just one of many, many, many, many, many, many women Bond uses. I can't make myself like James Bond anymore, it's just so disgusting.

The Pertrosfoliean Annual Fruit Sports.

2008-04-07T05:19:00.000-07:00

I had this idea.

I'll write more here when I feel like it:)

3D

2008-02-12T12:09:00.000-08:00

So I'm walking around in my funky new 3D glasses and viewing the world all differently, when suddenly it hits me: the buss! The point is that I wanted to make my very own trédé picture. I did. And it was really simple. I used one Adobe Photoshop, two pictures, four layers and less than eight minutes. The result looks great. Only thing is that it doesn't really look all that 3D-ish...

Now when I'm uploading this post I have 500 views:) DFTBA

The Doctor Says

2008-02-03T15:09:00.000-08:00

Apparently, Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia means fear of long words...

Hero of Time

2008-01-15T15:06:00.000-08:00

As you see, I'm just starting to get to know my new best friend; Adobe Illustrator :)

“I feel good about how today went.”
-Invader Zim

DFTBA

The Plant

2008-01-14T12:11:00.000-08:00

"Get a plant and keep it alive."

Perth 13:37

So, this part of my new year's resolution is half completed. Kind of. Well, I've done the easy bit, the getting-a-plant bit. Now it's up to me to keep it alive. It will be a challenge. I should at least manage it for a few days. Uum...
Anyways, it needs a name, my plant needs a name!
I thought of calling it: Hank, Yggdrasil, Neil, Pan, Deku, Jesus or simply Plant.

The naming of this plant will be very important, as it's likely to become my only friend...
Yay! A friend!

DFTBA

Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year

2007-12-30T16:49:00.000-08:00

From left: Me, sister, brother.
We're saying: "New Christmas and a Merry Happy Year!"

And here they are, my new year's resolutions:
1. Get a job
2. Get a plant and keep it alive
3. Get awesome grades so I can get into a better school
4. Try vlogging
5. Make a book
6. Quite Smoking

DFTBA in 08

No internet

2007-12-13T04:24:00.000-08:00

Today I'd like to blog to you about global warming, but I don't know the first thing about it. So I'll write about something else I think. Anyway, the BBC haven't asked me to write about anything, again, so I'll write about Nothing. Except, I haven't got internet where I live, which is a real drag. So I can't blog when I have something to blog about. Baah:/

DFTBA

Coincidences

2007-11-26T06:55:00.000-08:00

The Derren Brown coincidence.
Last year I studied AS psychology, and I failed horribly. But whatever, I still learned about cool stuff, like the Milgram study. The Milgram study was so fascinating that now when I'm a Youtubeaholic, I searched for it. And I kind of found it. The first video that came up was "Milgram Experiment (Derren Brown)". It was really cool to watch, but who was this Derren Brown? I watched another Derren Brown video, and liked it, so I ended up watching all I could find. Now I love Derren Brown! One of the videos was that zombie game video that I saw on the telly years ago, and could never forget. He's such a genius!

The Neil Gaiman and Brotherhood 2.0 coincidence.
Last birthday my brother gave me the book "Good Omens" by Terry Pratchett and some guy called Neil Gaiman. But that's a while ago now, and I still haven't read it, I'm not really into reading at all. Anyways, these days I tend to hang around in youtubeland. But I also go to school. So I got writing a short story as homework, and I had no idea about how to go about it. So who you gonna call? Youtube! I searched for "short story" on youtube, (for inspiration, not stealing,) and the first thing I found was "Neil Gaiman reads short story". At the time I couldn't recall ever hearing about this random guy before, but that short story was pure genius. So I youtubed him some more, but stopped when I found this random video by "vlogbrothers", it was far from good, but it was so different, it was this guy, (Hank Green,) talking to "Nerdfighters". What's nerdfighters!? Who? What Why? What? Huh!? So I started watching their videos. Now I'm up to date with Brotherhood 2.0 !! I'm not sure about this Neil Gaiman yet, but I will now force myself to actually finish "Good Omens", because; guess what! That's right, today I received a gift in the mail! I knew it would be a book, but I had no idea which. Only, I though to myself as I was opening it: "I bet it's a book by that Neil Gaiman dude, and guess what. I was right, it was. So now I have "Neverwhere" by the author who seems to come from everywhere.
Edit: It seems Neil Gaiman is the guy that wrote the Sandman comics. And many years ago my sister gave me a Sandman book, which I really liked. I've been so blind!

Visit Brotherhood 2.0
Go nerdfighters!
DFTBA

Working Title - The Movie

2007-11-14T03:08:00.000-08:00

Pertrosfology

2007-11-14T02:48:00.000-08:00

A study by Pertrosfoliea et al. (2007).

Aim
I don’t know...
Procedure
Say out loud: "Pertrosfoliea is a genius"
Findings
Pertrosfoliea really is a genius, there is even scientific proof: You just said so, while doing a scientific experiment!
Conclusion
Pertrosfoliea is a genius.
Criticism

Strengths:
-Extremely easy to prove.
Weaknesses:
-Participant is a twat.

Touch Typing

2007-11-04T09:04:00.000-08:00

So, amazingly enough, I've always only had a vague idea about what touch typing is. Until now, that is. I heard this dude tell this other dude something like "oh gosh, you type so fast, are you using that touch typing method thingy?". The other dude replied "yes," or something like that. I thought to myself, "hey!"
So later I did a little googling, (blogger tells me that neither google, googling or googleing is a word, how annoying,) and I found this page: http://sense-lang.org/typing/
I guess that now that I master touch typinf, I'll start tyoung faster. Though I habe to say that I find it much easier than I thpught it would be, and it's so practical that I thinl it's strange that
I haben't thought of it before. Oh well.
Happy typinh, people beings.

A Letter From Hell

2007-10-23T06:11:00.000-07:00

Dreaming of Oxford

2007-10-22T17:02:00.000-07:00

I should of been asleep already, seeing that it's about 2 am, but I had to run for my lappy to write this down. I was about to drift of to sleep land, tucked into my soft, warm duvat, the only thing left to see and hear was memories. I remembered telling someone about my exchange year in England. I never talk much about it since there hasn't seemed to been much to say. I never really think of my time there, I can't actually remember.
Coming back to Norway was the strangest thing I've ever experienced, it was like coming to this world in which you've never actually been but you've dreamed of it all your life. Or like waking up from a dream. At least it's like a dream now when some time has gone, and I forget about it.
Also, the time when I remember dreams tends to be while in bed, like I was just now, trying to sleep. I was thinking of a time I told someone about my year abroad, I was just explaining that I had to share my room with this other student. Then suddenly I saw her, my old roommate, I saw her clearly in my mind. Standing in our bedroom and bragging about her Dolce and Gabbana in her German accent.
You might think that that's no biggie, but I haven't really thought of her since I saw her last. Why would I want to go around remembering her? We didn't like each other at all, she was a shallow, arrogant, self centred, manipulative, immature, whining bitch. Yet, now when I remember her I kind of miss her. You see, even though we mostly never got along, we still shared rooms for ten months. I've learned to like her even though we were the least compatible people ever. All in all I am actually quite fond of her, though I'm very happy to have a place for myself, (yay, messiness!)
Right now, in the prime time for dreams, I can see and feel my memories from Oxford as clear as if they were real, (which they are, but it doesn't normally feel that way.) However, I think I should leave these memories for other nights, I'm sure I'll be seeing more of them now when I know where, (or when,) they're hiding. Now I have better sleep, since I have to get up early tomorrow. I have to think of the future, I have to make new memories. Don't forget; memories are all you have. Everything is memories.

*sleeps*

Homestar Runner

2007-10-21T13:14:00.000-07:00

I was just watching a new SB email when I thought of all those poor creatures wandering the internet without knowing of www.homestarrunner.com
In case you haven't heard of it; it's this really cool website with loads of flash cartoons and games.
Btw, I want this poster with Trogdor from SB email 58.

Bigger Than Hitler, Better Than Christ

2007-10-16T08:40:00.000-07:00

OK,
I'm not much of a book person, but today I feel like recommend this book called "Bigger Than Hitler Better Than Christ". Written by the Rik Mayall, 'tis his autobiography. It's a hilarious book, I love it. Yet, I've been sniffing around the net and found quite a few who didn't like the book, they were mostly not fans of Rik Mayall. So I guess what I'm really recommending here is that you first become a big fan of Mayall, (this is easy, just downlo-um-buy stuff like The Young Ones, Bottom or Drop Dead Fred, at least do a little youtubeing) , and then you read his amazing book.

The Empty Triangle

2007-10-14T09:51:00.001-07:00

If you like the board game GO, (and who doesn't,) you have to check out "The Empty Triangle", it's hilarious.
www.emptytriangle.com

iPoet

2007-09-28T13:28:00.000-07:00

We had to write a poem about colours in a English lesson, and I shocked myself! Look at what I wrote, and don't worry about what I mean with it, I only tried to use as many colours as I possibly could. Am I got a talent or who?

Here it goes, my amazing poem!
And I call it ... Colour poem?

In the winter,
blue and silver,
she felt a shiver.
Look up at the eternal darkness,
no bright yellow stars,
to guide her home.

She would be dead,
black, blue,
dried in blood.

The once so reddish brown dirt,
frozen, icy blue. Turned hard.

Then summer comes.
Warm.
Bright green grass, blue sky, red sun.
The sickly green faces,
of the crowd.