Prepare to be blinded by awesome

Do you ever get that incomparable feeling of being so full of ridicolously positive energy that makes you wanna rip of your clothes and (no mom, I'm not writing anything sexual!) run naked into a rainbow of happiness? Okay, the last part there might have been slightly overkill, but come on people, cut me some slack.

My point is, it is not often that you are so full of energy that you feel like you can change the world, and not very many things are able to fill you with that energy. Two of those things, however, are hereby officially pictured in this blog. If the people who own these pictures do not approve of me hijacking them, that is fine. They can send their goons over, and I'll go "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" on their asses. It's kind of hopeless to keep things private on the net, and I think people who doesn't realize should be forced to accept that fact. "How were I to know the nude pictures of your mom would be seen by thousands?" Bah! Blockheads.

Back to the issue at hand. The movies "Yes Man" and "10 Inch Hero" (oh my, that is a sizeable hero.) have made my world a little brighter :) Moviecritics can castrate them both and throw them off a cliff if they want to, and I couldn't care less. Movies that make you smile and look at the world like a big bowl of opportunities are what we need. I like them. Also, Jim Carrey and Jensen Ackles (Pictures) can rock your socks clean off at any given time, if given the opportunity!

Another thing that make me smile, is keeping in touch with friends all around the planet. After a brief trip lasting 3 weeks this summer, destination: Canada. I made a good 25 new fantastic friends, that taught me a lot about our world, and other cultures. They are wonderful people, and that is exactly the same thought that went through my head last night, helped by good old alcohol-consumption.

12 AM I decided that I should start off at the top of my telephonelist, and call everyone I care about on my phone. As the plan went into effect, I had soon chatted up my bro Aidan from Canada, (tried to call) Bart from Holland and had a brief drunk conversation with my man Daniel from The States. Luckily I passed out around the letter F, or my phonebill would make my dad have a business-related meeting between my knecaps and a hammer.

Then, another strange event took place in my life.
Waking up the day after a party is seldomly attractive, but up I woke. Shambling into my living-room, I found my father watching the telly and chilling out. Nearly before I had sat down on our couch, he politely requested that I vaccumed and tidyed our entire house.
Lesser men might have broken into tears, while begging for mercy because they were hung over. Not me, though. Not Wonderboy. I leapt into action, jacked some earplugs into my iPod and then proceeded to vaccum the house while DANCING to some highly energetic irish folksongs.

Never doubt my ability to impress. ;)