I know that I'll have regrets,
but that's the price of one more lesson learned.

I need someone to say, that everything is going to be okay.

Ok it's official now. I'm not going to see Nine Inch Nails the 18th of August on Pukkelpop. Choosing between two festivals who would fall in the same weekend is hard, but I finally made up my mind. I'm going to Lowlands.

Lowlands is cool. But off course it'd be coolere if NIN would also play there. Come on, Belgium's not too far from The Netherlands! :(

Please, Trent, do it just for me.

Oh well.

At least I have Tool.

[edit 5/29: According to this news article and this photo, it seems like Trent Reznor has heard my prayers and has listened to me. WHOOO!!!!!!! If this is true, this is going to be the BEST Lowlands EVER. Hope they don't get sick now.]

What disgusts me the most about public transport, is the fact that it's always packed in the mornings. Just like a jar of pickles. But the worst thing about standing in a packed train, is that some people breathe through their mouth. I mean come on, God has given you a nose - the least you can do is use it.

Or at least brush your teeth or get a stomach detox or something, because it STINKS.

Ok so that's the number one thing that disgusts me the most in trains. In trams and busses there is, besides smelly people, an other thing that disgusts me. I seriously hate it. And I've said this earlier in somewhere in the past of this blog, but I'll just say it again: those those fucking posers holding their mobile phones in their hands with ugly music playing out of it - loud.

Seriously, why would anyone want to walk in public with a mini ghettoblaster in the size of a cellphone? Is it so cool to let everyone in public know what kind of super duper cool music you listen to, in mono? Sometimes I just feel like walking up to some of those people and ask them, why the hell they have to polute everyone's ears with their stupid music. I wonder what they would say. Grr.

And as if it's not worse enough, nowadays, I also see a lot of people walking with their stupid MP3 phones in the centre of the city, while they walk with their gangsta friends and stuff. I can't believe the group is spreading from the city bus to the city centre, it's annoying me. I mean hellooo, I am trying to SHOP here. Or at least walk here, without being bothered by your shit music.

I love my iPod. At least I keep my metal-moments private.

I'm having such weird dreams lately. And they all seemed so real! This weekend I had a dream where I was at some place with my dad and my b/f. I guess there were other people too, but I don't remember. I also don't remember the exact place. Anyway. All of my teeth were starting to hurt. It felt as if they were rotting or something. At that moment I remembered that I had a dream about this earlier, about my teeth falling out, but while I was thinking about that, I still didn't realize that I really actually was dreaming - again. The pain seemed real too. And yep, all of a sudden all my teeth were loose and they fell on the floor. I was relieved from the pain though, and I thought, shit, now I have to get false teeth.

But all of a sudden, I woke up. It was Saturday, ten in the morning, and I decided to celebrate my teeth and bake some croissants with cheese.

They say when you dream about your teeth falling out of your mouth, somebody dies. It happened to me once, when I had a dream about two of my teeth falling out of my mouth - two aunts died a few months later.

I don't want to know how much teeth I have right now.

Today is a special day. And it is not only because it's our favorite artist's 42nd birthday (yes I am talking about Trent Reznor). It is also me and my b/f's second year that we're together now. Hehe.

I haven't transported myself with a train for a very long time. And now, every day, I have to go to my new assignment by train, because my b/f quit his job for something more exciting - a job where you don't get hired to costumers - and so, we lost the car. The train and I got back together. But that's ok. We live close to eachother.

Yesterday, after a tiring workday, I was standing in the train to my home. It was very crowded. I stood there next to a little stairway, and on that stairway there was this guy, just sitting, when all of a sudden he grabbed a Rubix Cube out of his bag. And he started playing with it, trying to solve it. He was pretty good at it. And fast. Almost as good as that Asian guy in Beauty and the Nerd. Ok not really that good, actually. Because he didn't completely solve it, he almost solved it, except for two little squares, the red and the blue one. I wondered what he would do. Would he move the other squares, or maybe he would just let the cube stay this way (as I would do, because I would be proud of my achievement, and I don't want to ruin an almost solved Rubix Cube hehe) I enjoyed watching this. Yeah well, what else are you going to do, except for listening to your iPod shuffle. So I watched the Rubix Cube. But all of a sudden, the guy ruined it! HE RUINED IT! He started mixing up all the different coloured squares so that the whole cube got all mixed up! Oh no! He ruined all the fun.

Today in the train to my work, there was this Asian guy standing in front of me. He kind of looked like a nerd. After a while, I think he got bored or something. So he grabbed something out of his bag. I thought maybe it would be a book. Or a newspaper. Or an iPod. Or maybe a sandwich. But no, it was something else. It wasn't the new high tech Sony Walkman, no, it was the classic one. Yes folks you read it, it was the real classic walkman! The portable cassette player everyone had twenty years ago! LOL I thought it was so funny. I didn't even know people actually still use these things. I haven't seen one for years, and now it was back. In an Asian guy's backpack in the train. Oh well. I just continued listening to my iPod shuffle.

I think this is so funny. I went to see my parents, and I was walking through the streets of my old city and there was this man. I recognized this man, because he used to pay at my counter all the time when I was a cashier. But I already stopped being a cashier for almost a year now. Anyway, when he walked by, he recognized me as if he paid yesterday's groceries at my counter. Really weird, I think it's kind of funny. Later that day, I took the bus. And I recognized the bus driver. He also used to pay at my counter in the supermarket. And he recognized me too! I didn't get a free ride (haha) but still it was nice to see those people still recognize me. Hehe. I think it's kind of cool. But then again, maybe it's normal, considering the fact that I've worked there for a thousand years or something like that.

Just like some metal dude a few years ago, who recognized me at a Belgian metal festival. My fifteen seconds of fame.

Speaking about fame, I was model for a day. Clickie!