- You were younger when we were kids, right?

- No.

That was S's answer to a drunk friend of one my brothers, we were standing in line to get onto a bus and Daniel happened to stand right infront of me. "Molly!" he screamed when he saw me. "How are you?!"

I thought it was pretty amazing that he actually recognized me since he was a hockey-buddy to my brother and that was like... 7 years ago? 7 years ago I was 14 with long, wavy rat-colored hair and I always rolled my eyes when-ever any of those hockey-guys spoke to me.

Anyway, he started saying hi to all my friends since almost all of us were younger sisters to hockey-players, except one. S. Daniel stared at her; "You were younger when we were kids, right?"

We started laughing and S  smiled to him. "No" she said sarcastic, Daniel frowned. "I'm a vampire"


I know I was suppose to update yesterday, though I didn't have time, I spent my Sunday-night watching Van The Man with F.

Back to Saturday.

We got into the bus without problems but we had to get off in another town than the one we were going to, so we got off, lit a cigarette and waited for the other bu we were suppose to ride with.

Suddenly we were surrounded by all hockey-players from the bus and I saw Daniel looking for someone. "Where's F?" he asked rather loud, almost screaming. F stood beside him but he didn't see her, she leaned sideways and yelled in his ear. "I'M HERE!!"

Daniel: Oh, F. Do you remember? Our teenage-love? We used to sit behind a rock and kiss...
F: ....What?
Daniel: Yeah, you remember?
F: I'm sorry... No.
Daniel: *stumble backwards* .. B-b-but... It was true love!!

We got into the other bus and continued in to The City though there had been a fire at the club we were suppose to go to, instead we went to a pub and spent an hour there until the club opened up again.

That's when we met Sa and her Norwegian boyfriend. He was polite and nice but it was hard hearing what he actutally said and poor him, he had to endure us when we tried speaking norwegian.

We danced the night away, as always, and back to the bus home we met a childhood friend of ours. He sat next to me and my boyfriend, when the girl he sat next to started complaining about the bus not moving. "Seriously" she said with laughter in her voice. "I got fishes to feed at home"

My childhood friend (M) started shaking with shock. "Oh no!" he screamed. "And they're gonna die in--" he looked at his watch. "In FOUR minutes! We gotta get moving!"

But the bus stood still for about 10 more minutes.

After a while we moved around in the bus and I sat beside M, he looked at me and smiled. "Remember when we were kids and we had just put up glow-in-the-dark-stars in your ceiling? They didn't glow so you started crying" he gave me a wide grin.
  "No I didn't" I said.
He smiled again. "Yeah, you did. The problem was that they hadn't been in light long enough to glow in the dark...., I don't know why we didn't know that"

M stayed to talk when we got off the bus, he talked about his job and stuff and he swung himself around a lamppost. (Such a stupid ass)

Anyway, those of my friends who were out Saturday-night with me; Feel free to comment and fill in with what I missed typing. 

Have a great day!
xoxo
Molly.

A drunken weekend with friends

Friday night I spent with S, my brother, my brothers friend and my brothers girlfriend. We went out, danced, drank and we ended up with guy following us and getting gasoline on our hands. Okay, that last part might be my fault.

We started by getting late to the party (sorry, but sometimes you can't get off work), we ate cray-fish with sallad and feta. It was superb! :D

Suddenly the night was hanging over our shoulders and we decided to go to a club called Speak Easy, of course being me involves forgetting stuff like.. I don't know, my ID? Yes, I forgot my ID but luckily my dear redheaded friend, S, got as big and curly hair as me so we both used her drivers license to get in, and it worked.

We girls lost the boys pretty easily (my brother has a tendency to wander off when he's drunk) and we danced the night away, one special dude got his eyes on me and no matter how many times I said I had a boyfriend he didn't budge. Right before we left, this special dude and his friend was very much in love and we heard stuff like; 'I love you, I will never forget you'.

Way to go to boost a drunkens ego.

Later on our friend, T, came to pick us up and before leaving the city she said we had to fuel up the old car she was driving. Of course! No problem! We stopped to get gas and I jumped out of the car, explaining that I could gas her car up.

Please note that I don't have a drivers license, I've never driven a car and much less fueled it up. But yes, I was convinced that I, the unforgettable Molly, could do anything.

S was very nice and tried to help me, too bad we ended up with our hands soaked in gasoline. I gave S a sad look. (I'm not only unforgettable, I'm a drunken chain-smoker too) "Aaah" I said with a sobbing tone in my voice. "I haven't even smoked yet. DAMNIT!"

We got home safely though, thank god, and we ended up at S's kitchen-floor trying to rap Eminem - Puke while cooking. (By cooking I mean starting the oven to make french fries and spring-rolls)

We then spent most Saturday sleeping (I slept, S cleaned up the mess from the day before) and then went home to get ready for another night out.


Sorry, I'll have to update later today to tell you about the Saturday night, I'm going belly-dancing with S soon. Have a great day til we'll meet again.

xoxo
Molly.

War of the worlds and my world

This is the first time I ever blogged so excuse me if I'm being boring, I'm using this to clear my head and to "talk" about problems I can't talk to my non-writer friends about. (Which is all my friends, except for those I've learned to get to know on Scribd :))

But, I will also share funny events from my life and how I deal with my writing, (since it's my hobby and I work as a hairdresser, still I'm gonna try to become a published author) how I use my writing and I will most definitely write on my blog next time I suffer from writers-block (suckie)


I have this gay-friend, he likes to talk a lot, very overwhelming and got a hard time sticking to the truth and he likes to talk behind your back. (You have to have at least one friend like that)

Well, a couple of months ago he, apparently, had issues with me and he talked about me behind my back. (Unfortunately for him, he was talking to one of my better friends) I found out about this and I was enraged, I've never been mean to him, I was always honest to him and he suddenly didn't like me? I told my boyfriend and said "I wish I could give him pay-back without going to jail!" (Yes, I always overreact)

Stupid me, though.

In my book, that I'm trying to write, one of my characters is based on my oh-so-gay friend and I know that he will be sad when/if I get published and he sees that the annoying, overwhelming, gay Felix will suddenly die in the middle of the book. (Mohaha, this is my world and I do what I want in it!)

Anywho... I guess I'll have to thank him for making my book a little more exciting than it was from the beginning. So, thank you my oh-so-gay friend. (Talk behind my back, I don't care. I already killed Felix)


So, enough about that. A couple of days ago I spent my day at S's place, we were watching War of the worlds, the aliens had just started killing the humans when she spoke up. "What do you think they're doing in there when they kill all those humans?"
I looked at her. "Ehum, killing?"
She rolled her eyes at me and sat up straighter. "No, do they like... Listen to music while killing?"

Right there I started wondering if she was high or something and I tried not to think about how her brain worked. She's my best friend and I love her very much, but I couldn't help but to wonder why they would listen to music when they're aliens and why was she thinking about that?

  "What kind of music?" I asked her, aliens listening to music was interesting enough, what kind of music was mind-blowing.
She pondered for a sec. "Dj Aligator?"
I frowned. "What song?"
Of course she snorted but I couldn't really think of any song he made. "The whistle song of course"

In my head, I saw a picture of aliens, sitting in their killing-machine, nodding to the music of Dj Aligator and singing; Blow my whistle baby! Blow it like you mean it, blow!

Mind-blowing, right?

Nothing more from me now, hope you enjoyed yourself. Bye til next time.
xoxo
Molly.