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Created on 2009-11-15 01:02:47 (#458213), last updated 2011-10-20 (704 weeks ago)
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Name: | rattsu |
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Birthdate: | Dec 26 |
Location: | Sweden |
Website: | My Livejournal |
So who am I then?
”What you are is what you get, what the hell do you expect?” – Sator
I want to save the world, but I can’t stand the people in it.
I have an unshakable faith in the awesomeness of life on earth, but an irresistible urge to bury myself in the darkest, most terrible events that have ever happened.
I have nightmares about burning buildings, but get a rush whenever I light a match.
I am female, but in my dreams and mind I’m male.
I’m a rabble-rouser that can’t be bothered to get off her arse anymore.
I’m a scientist that believes in magic, and in quantum physics.
I am a scholar with a university degree in chemistry that walked away from the lab and ended up a happy metalworker.
I am a hopeless optimist, a bitter cynic, an esoteric atheist, an anarchist and a socialist.
I distrust politics, dislike politicians, and yet believe that the state handles things better than corporations.
I immerse myself so much in novels and movies, that the books I read to relax are always fact, not fiction.
I have found the man of my dreams, but still watch women’s arses when I walk down the street.
I am trying to change, but my brain keeps outsmarting me.
I am fascinated by the concept of America, yet rather intimidated by the oddness of it.
I consider myself to have few prejudices, then finds myself encountering prejudices I didn’t even think I had.
I am deeply emotional and coldly analytical about my emotions.
I am creative, but I fear to take my creativity seriously enough to make something of it.
I am crazily enthusiastic about projects, and yet, so utterly lazy when nothing is catching my interest at the moment.
I write all the time, yet everything I show to people is my English writings which I think are a lot worse than my Swedish.
I know myself, all three of me.
I am a Swedish metalhead that...
...no, that’s actually just it. There is no other side to metal for me. Metal saved my sanity, my life and my mind. Without it, I would not be able to function. Music is by far the best drug there ever was.
And I’m addicted.
”What you are is what you get, what the hell do you expect?” – Sator
I want to save the world, but I can’t stand the people in it.
I have an unshakable faith in the awesomeness of life on earth, but an irresistible urge to bury myself in the darkest, most terrible events that have ever happened.
I have nightmares about burning buildings, but get a rush whenever I light a match.
I am female, but in my dreams and mind I’m male.
I’m a rabble-rouser that can’t be bothered to get off her arse anymore.
I’m a scientist that believes in magic, and in quantum physics.
I am a scholar with a university degree in chemistry that walked away from the lab and ended up a happy metalworker.
I am a hopeless optimist, a bitter cynic, an esoteric atheist, an anarchist and a socialist.
I distrust politics, dislike politicians, and yet believe that the state handles things better than corporations.
I immerse myself so much in novels and movies, that the books I read to relax are always fact, not fiction.
I have found the man of my dreams, but still watch women’s arses when I walk down the street.
I am trying to change, but my brain keeps outsmarting me.
I am fascinated by the concept of America, yet rather intimidated by the oddness of it.
I consider myself to have few prejudices, then finds myself encountering prejudices I didn’t even think I had.
I am deeply emotional and coldly analytical about my emotions.
I am creative, but I fear to take my creativity seriously enough to make something of it.
I am crazily enthusiastic about projects, and yet, so utterly lazy when nothing is catching my interest at the moment.
I write all the time, yet everything I show to people is my English writings which I think are a lot worse than my Swedish.
I know myself, all three of me.
I am a Swedish metalhead that...
...no, that’s actually just it. There is no other side to metal for me. Metal saved my sanity, my life and my mind. Without it, I would not be able to function. Music is by far the best drug there ever was.
And I’m addicted.
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