Running free with my hat in a spin

Well, I'd like to start of this little masterpiece of awesome art with a fun fact from last night. While walking from my friend's house in a slight beer-induced stupor, I suddenly felt the irresistible need to sprinkle the trees by the side of our current path. In a casual manner, I flipped it out and commenced sprinkling... only to realise I had placed my potatos and a bit of my carrot on the world's most evil and cunningly placed burning nettle! It still stings.
What has this got to do with the topic of the day? Nothing, but I kinda felt I had to grab your attention fast and hard. OY! WAKEY WAKEY!
One week ago (yes, I am currently a lazy son of a mother with only so much time on my hands to write awesomeness) me and my gang of athlethic madmen went to Førde for a contest where youth from our entire county participated with different cultural shows. Everything from satanmetalrockblood to classic violin or balett makes an appareance and among them were a band of liberated souls, of exquisite acrobatic elegance and finesse. Free Running Sogndal (my crew) rocked the town that day, yet we didn't proceed to the finals. Frankly, I don't worry so much about the fact that we didn't win. My focus has and will always be on delivering a kickass show. However, when the feeble and apathic bureaucrats in Førde decided to pu on a monstercareface and then proceed to massively shrug when we politely tried to get them to deliver the effects we needed (two picnictables and a clean stage) my panties went in a twist and I added them to THE LIST. The list of people I am very discontent with, and that will feel my wrath if I am ever given a position of power. (I am watching you, creator of Teletubbys)

We had to find and bring our own stuff, and the stage was way to small, lowering our achievements on stage. In any case, I am mad as a cow on steroids with the lubbering bunch in Førde, yet extremely content with my boys. They have really gotten a long way from messing up floorrolls.

In other news. TADAH ->
I have comandeered a new piece of head - equipment and it has a + 100000 sweetness rating. I do love my hats long time, and since my old hat of manliness and potence was ripped and destroyed some time ago, I felt the time was ripe for a new one.
A fun fact is that it seems to look good on anyone...

Well, my time of wringing random thoughts onto the web for no other reason than being an attention whore is over. Thank you and goodbye.

PS: Got any tips for removing the pain induced by burning nettles? For once I can honestly say, MY GONADS ARE ON FIRE!
Lesson of the day? Never coc*slap a burning nettle!

Moving free like a messy monkey.

I have realised that just reading my junk cannot be all that great. (Even though I am a masterful writer.) So I have just looked around on the net to find a couple of things that relate to my daily life and personal philosophy.

I was skimming through material for learing the art and lifestyle of Free Running on the net, and came upon a clip that just really spoke to me. It's about a group of professional Freerunners, just sitting around and talking about what goes through their head as they move around.

I completely agree upon it all, and I love the way they have no idea what they are saying, but at the same time they could have freaking PhD's in it. These guys are the sit, they are what it's all about. In a way they feel like brothers, as the mindset is so much the same. Just watch it, and you know what I'm talking about. They are messy, but they know their stuff.
The lifestyle of a freerunner is quite logically a free one, and I love it. It's all about moving through things that seems impassable, and having a great time and laugh while doing it! Just act naturally, and become one with your movements.

Well, it's late, and I am sleepy. Check the clip out, and see what I mean.

Move free! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xgZr1w8ydU