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Tribute:
We were laughing about something random and he said that's how he always wanted to see me.
After a moment of silence
he said he knew our lives were changing and things wern't the way they used to be,
he looked me in the eyes and promised he'd always be there for me.
And he said; no matter what.
<3
I have the best life ever starring the best friends ever.
I'll always be there, no matter what.
The Gold Of Fall
Yeah, I knitted a scarf! And it turned out really great if I may say so myself (:
I learned how to do those little twisty, braid-like things even! I worked on it for like a week and finally gave it to Acke. During the week of knitting I've been through alot of different things. Nothing out of the ordinary (that's a lie), just your regular day-to-day emotions...
Crabby and hectic mornings - Just a row or two with my coffee?!
Happy, at work (yes my job kicks ass) - Finally a good 3 hours of knitting.
A movie in the afternoon - I'll see one I've seen before so I don't actually have to follow- knitknitknit...
Arguments over the phone - KNITKNITKNIT!!!
04.24 am this morning (last night?) I finally finished the damn thing and guess what I noticed...
The way we think and how we feel really does effect how we perform.
Yea, we know this Jill, duh? ... Yeah, totally but I was sitting there and holding it in my hand!
I saw the hectic morning rows and the angry phonecalls!
I could see the stress! How? I had messed up!
We need to smile and truly be happy and at peace when we do the really important stuff...
I saw it right there in my hand.
Anyway, just an observation...
That was my main focus (I knitted a damn scarf, yay!) so I feel kinda lost now.
Maybe I should study a little for the test this saturday... Högskoleprovet is a test we can do and the result is used as a complement for our grades when applying to college. It increases the chances of getting in. So it's a test of words and diagrams and stuff...
So there's that...
Also I kinda feel like writing a book or recording an album or something like that.
I've got this creative thing going on right now, I feel so inspired! (:
Specially after Kulturnatten where girls my age were performing with lyrics I'd never in a million years be proud of with voices sounding like creaking doors...
But I'd have to write the album before recording it, so there's that...
And I better study and finish the whole test thing before I begin writing music...
Uff...
What else...
I'm in a good mood tonight folks, you better believe it!
I'm really just writing about what ever's on my mind.
My mom and I baked some cookies when we got home this evening and I'm eating some right now and having coffee. It's 00.26.
He said to turn the clock back on sunday. I heard: it's getting darker on sunday.
You can take the girl away from Sweden but you can't take Sweden away from the girl?
Sweden left me a long time ago!
Darker, alright...
Summer here is beautiful! We get a good 2 weeks of warmth (+ 20- 30 C) but about 3 months of really long days. Sun will rise at about 3.30 am and set at like 1 am.
(I had this photoproject on my mind this summer that would've displayed perfectly right here but I never got around to doing it.) Long, beautiful days full of laughs!
If you go back and read my blogs from June - August you won't find much complaining.
Here comes winter... We get a solid 4 months of biting cold (-5 - 15 C). Sun will rise at about 10 am and set at about 3 pm- and I think I'm being nice with these numbers too...
Alright, turning the clock back on sunday... Hibernation.
Las Vegas? Reno? New York? A wales vagina? (S:t Diago) ...
(Hahaha, well at least you kinda see the scarf! :)
Sweden left me a long time ago.
He keeps me floating and the girls keep me smiling.
Thank you.
<3
Sofia and I had our "day" the 22dn and she's taking me on a cruise next month to celebrate!
But Marre is leaving us way too soon for school in england! >:(
Happy Birthday Bam!
Wii wii wii! ;D
Kulturnatten...
Kulturnatten 19:00-00:00
Luna Kulturhus.
Ung Scen med er konferencier Jill Adam.
Gör såhär, missa gärna det!
... Haha when the hell was this?
Luna Kulturhus.
Ung Scen med er konferencier Jill Adam.
Gör såhär, missa gärna det!
... Haha when the hell was this?
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Wearing a poncho my momy won today at some lottery today. She was so excited!
It's actually pretty itchy and the color isn't right at all. Not for this fall, winter or the next coming ones...
But she's taken up knitting again so it's opened her eye for all kinds of knitted stuff. It's fun!
She's gonna teach me how to knitt myself a scarf... Ha. I'll let you know how that turns out.
So I've been working for Manpower these last couple of weeks. Been in Nykvarn a few times, in H&M's warehouse. Yeah most of you have heard me wine about how boring that has been but compaired to where Manpower sent me today, H&M's a theme park!
Järna, Kungsörnens Pasta and Müsli. ...I hated myself for not smoking.
So much pasta, just alot of pasta. Pasta pasta pasta! ... Yeah.
Cut, shake, check, pack, push, send, clean, blow, sweap - repeat.
...
Driving in the dark, laying in the sun at Reading, seeing old friends, a really good song...
There are few things I enjoy more than a pillowfight with my girlfriends in our underwear...
So I'm having "one of those" nights tonight. Havn't been here in a long time actually. I don't know how to describe it rather than a series of just really intense moments.
Loneliness, solitude, regret... It's weird though because I don't know why or what for. And eventhough I know it's only here for the night, I can't seem to shake this sharp emptiness off...
I'd draw a map of all the places I'd like to visit before I get old and all the stars I'd like to see before I go blind, fold it into my pocket and head out in the middle of the night. I'd bring photos of my angels, if you're not already with me, because nobody can make me smile the way you can. I'd get us up on some mountain, probably in like denmark because that's as far as our money would get us, we'd laugh and I'd tear the map into bits and pieces and breathe deep.
No more cut, shake, check, pack and no more wining... At least for this time.
If I only didn't enjoy those damn pillowfights so much I'd be gone...
Swing life away?
Such great heights?
Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket...
Yeah... I reach down into my pocket once in a while, look back and smile.
I won't forget.
Hey There Delilah...
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.
Plain White Ts
Life...
Allen Carr dies from lung cancer | ||
Allen Carr, 72, quit his 100-a-day habit 23 years ago, before going on to become a millionaire by advising people on how to stop smoking. His books, about the Easyway method, have become international bestsellers and he ran clinics all over the world. When he was diagnosed with the disease, Mr Carr said he saw his illness as a way to encourage more people to quit. Talking at the time of his diagnosis, Mr Carr said: "Since I stopped smoking more than 23 years ago I have been the happiest man in the world. I still feel the same way." | ||
It's been like a month and I havn't had a single cigarette.
Because I quit the Easyway!
whooah!
It's pretty and it's mine now! I love it! <3
Thank you baby (;
Roses are red, violets are blue...
... Who the hell are You?
* Red: love
* Pink: grace, gentle feelings of love
* Dark Pink: gratitude
* Light Pink: admiration, sympathy
* White: innocence, purity, secrecy, friendship, reverence and humility.
* Yellow: Yellow roses generally mean dying love or platonic love. In German-speaking countries, however, they can mean jealousy and infidelity.
* Yellow with red tips: Friendship, falling in love
* Orange: passion
* Burgundy: beauty
* Blue: mystery
* Green: calm
* Black: slavish devotion (as a true black rose is impossible to produce)
* Purple: protection (paternal/maternal love)
The rose also has various supernatural and literary attributes.
* Red: love
* Pink: grace, gentle feelings of love
* Dark Pink: gratitude
* Light Pink: admiration, sympathy
* White: innocence, purity, secrecy, friendship, reverence and humility.
* Yellow: Yellow roses generally mean dying love or platonic love. In German-speaking countries, however, they can mean jealousy and infidelity.
* Yellow with red tips: Friendship, falling in love
* Orange: passion
* Burgundy: beauty
* Blue: mystery
* Green: calm
* Black: slavish devotion (as a true black rose is impossible to produce)
* Purple: protection (paternal/maternal love)
The rose also has various supernatural and literary attributes.
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Photographs. Memories.
I'm a sentimental freak like that. And I'm good at it. Remember that trip we went on years ago and how you no longer can find the negatives, that door key and the whatever else you swore you brought with you?
Yeah, It's because I probably have it. Everything like that just kinda ends up with me somehow. I love it. I'm used to being called the Photographer or the Snitch during any special occasion. Every little thing with any sentimental value ends up coming home with me.
I love looking through these things, regularly. I love everything I've been through and the thought about tomorrow excites me! Will I find something to put in one of my "sentimetal crap"- boxes? But more importantly, who will I share this with? Can anyone else, even if you were there(!), see the value of the chocolate wrap? How somebody told some joke about it, how it made such a difference or simply just how good it tasted...
I'm a sentimental dork like that. And I'm good being there alone.
I keep stuff that have bothered me in the past too. I keep not only good memories but all memories.
They're all in my boxes (yes, plural).
I want to remember everything just the way it's been, not some brushed up, pretty, angelic way.
It's been brutal sometimes, but the chocolate wrap has ment just as much during those moments as any other awsome time. It's life, man... And sometimes it's a real bitch.
But the photoes sometimes tell an unhonest story.
Even I don't reach for the camera in a bad or sad moment.
We smile.