today I rocked. and made mudcake.
weekend is coming closer, and I'm having a slight panic-attack since I'm not really sure where all my scheduled things fit in. ohwell, work will always be on the same time! I'll call them to make sure tomorrow as wel, humdidum.
I'm not really sure about you wanting to read my blog. quite frankly, it's getting repetitive and boring (my life in a nutshell!)
so here are some facts that you might not want to know about me, but might still be interesting!
- I have deep respect for other's parents rooted deep in my spine.
- I'm planning on going to Australia in a couple of years, after a road-trip.
- I love making books. not writing, but binding.
- I have things to record my songs with, but not the skills to use the technology
- I love horses and if I hadn't found volleyball I would've become a loner taking care of my own horse in a forest - for ever.
Sunshine and Shoes
oh well, maybe that's good so they won't think that their kids are spending time with lunatics! (which they are, mouahahahaha)
the sun was out today, and it was really truly beautiful to be alive, even though my feet hurt a bit from the shoes i got from Sigrid. (I'll get used to them) I love the sun, I can stand with my face towards it for hours on end! It just fills me up, erasing all those things that are bad and reminding me of who I am. Although I can't stop wishing for the snow to fall so that the nights will be a bit lighter.
where is the winter and why am I stuck?
I want to walk by the lake as it's freezed over, having the cold bite my toes and my nose, and I want to hear the snow under my shoes.
but I don't want the summer to have ended either, even though it died long ago.
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The painting for our personal project is almost done, and i'm in a state where I love it but still want to make those minor changes. I didn't make any sketches for it, which might disappoint my teacher since we were supposed to. but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. it's all there, in the painting. I don't want to spill my thoughts on another surface, watering it out, I want it all to be concentrated on that big piece of wood.
I should also start gathering texts and words for my PA, but I don't know what kind I want to do. I wrote some texts that could be portrayed as letters, but it just doesn't come together in my head. maybe I should just look through a dictionary and pick some from that. It seems like a fair deal, right?
something more up-beat!
time to cheer up!! okay, so first thing that is awesome right now: bandsession. ohyea.
second awesome thing: I got more than halfway through the book that's due on monday, and I'm finishing it tomorrow. score.
third thing: yesterday the sky was on fire and even the dull gray earth had a red and pink tone, as if someone photoshopped the world. awesome.
fourth!: this morning when I let the horses out there was fog e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e and the sunwas shining through it weakly.
tomorrow evening when I've finished reading the book I think I will go for an endless walk outside, or bake something. mmmyes.
on the other hand, I really have to go to the protocall learn-how-to session tomorrow morning. it starts at ten, stealing my sleep-in, reducing the time i have left to read those twohundred pages of people travelling. hmm. and I'm not even sure that I know where it is.
well, I should try my best, if only I knew how long it would take!
cheerio
summaries of some days I walked through in a daze
for once I will be the one showing you something new.
----- Election here is over and done with.
where is this world heading? I don't know, but right now, can I get off the ride please? this is not the ticket that I bought.
Green Gloves is on repeat in my had, and it soothes me, it makes me feel safe. I don't know what it is, maybe it's his voice or the first few tones of the song, or the way he mumbles when he sings. why can't I know a person that makes me feel like that? It seems so soft and right. It keeps me from thinking bad things about myself, and I like that.
Linnea finally had her last training with us. maybe I don't want to talk about it, I don't know. but it feels like my heart has been ripped out, I don't want to do anything except playing like a freak. what's even worse is that Sara's leaving too. to work. come on people, this sucks! not our team, but the feeling of people leaving sucks, I've had enough of it. I'm always the one standing left on a vast surface, waving to their backs. I won't have it! some day, I will leave just for the sake of leaving.
then you will be the ones to miss me.
election, and can I elect being NOT SICK?
I should've known it when I woke up early on saturday morning, not being able to sleep long. hello cold. hello sickness. now go to hell.
i can't train tomorrow because if this stupid cold, and neither will I be well enogh to go to school tomorrow. hell, I'm too sick to sit in front of this damn computer.
anywho, election today, and pleasepleaseplease don't make the blue win!
thankyouverymuch greedy swedish rich bastards.
What are you talking about you maniac?
come on! she's a genius when it comes to setting, and her work had to give her the shifts on our trainings and games?? what the hell!
so since I am so pissed, I'm going to read som Willem Moberg and hope everything turns out great in the end.
Fia, NEVER GET SICK!
materials swimming around in my head like goldfish
I tried sleeping under the sun
i tried resting in the ocean
but it's impossible when the one you want
is the daughter of the sun
my arms are made for her to hold
my lips were made for her to mold
I know I was made to spread my legs for her
but in the end she's the one who decides
if we're getting it on
or if we stay the same.
Power
how could I unwind myself from around her finger
when all I want is to wind my legs
around her neck?
I tried shouting in the void of space
I tried screaming in a padded room
but it's impossible when the one you want
is the daughter of the sun.
memories and restrictions
The scent of pancakes made its way slowly into my nostrils, tickling my hunger and filling me with all the memories of when I was a child and knew that daddy was cooking because it smelled like daddy-food (Yes people, I am referring to pancakes. except for when he's making pasta and meat balls). prescious memories indeed.
Today I managed the art of buying a humongus chocolate bar even though I only needed a small one, only because I have money left since I'm not buying clothes for a year. so I sat down, taking a look at myself and how I spend my money, and realized that that is exactly what I always do. I SPEND my money. like, I never have anything left by the end of the month. well that is going to change. from now on, the only chocolate i am allowed to BUY is: chocolate ball at Elsas Hus, Palle Kuling and chocolate that is a present for someone. period. the rest i have to make myself or compensate with youghurt. good plan, I will keep it up!
oh, by the way, pat on the back for Saga, who now hasn't bought any unnecessary clothes in a month! score!
right now my creativity is working its ass off, because I've finally started for real my project! the project is for school, and I am basically making an exhibition on hom communication is a lot harder than one think, by mixing words and paintings. something I interpret as a clear message may be unintelligeble nonsense to someone else. or the other way around. stick around for more information on this matter.
and now the weather; the day has been sunny and shiny and glorious like any autumn day should be.
I feel so alive right now.
cars and questions, they're everywhere
It was a gloriuos monday morning, and all my senses were on their best behavior. sort of.
it was THE DAY.
The day when I would finally do the test that would bring me freedom and the right to speed around alone in a car. My english class was a bit boring for the first time, but I believe it will become better (and warmer. that classroom is ANTARCTICA!) with time. spent my free time in the art room to the joy of my heart, and the day went by without any major incidents or raptors roaming the hallways. that would inevitably be awesome though.
anywhoo.
when class had finished, I killed some time with my two awesome friends at subway (hallelujah) and then I was finally off to the house where it would all take place. oh yes.
It is peculiar, how one can know things, and in a pressed moment, thinkt that they are being tricked by the knoeledge drilled in to their heads.
I know for a fact that the only thing the car lets out is carbon dioxide and water. yet I did not mark that answer. for example. it was worse the last time I took it, obviously, since I failed, but this time I was pepared!
and SCORE! the driver's licence is now mine, and i consider me being the ruler of the world!
next on my to do list are my tattoos. they will rock. and you will be jealous of my genius.
slut på akt ett.
a break. that's what I need right now.
I'll tell you later, if I have the heart for it. is that the way you'd say it? i don't know, I just know that i've got an ass-long book to read.
wait a second, you said what?
Don't count on frequent updates anymore (not that you'd really miss them) and don't count on my wisdom to shower over the world in spurs of inspiration. autumn is here, aand it brings with it the feeling of melancholy and apathy. you know it, the one where you're talking with your best friend, and all of a sudden you can't speak, and there is this empty viod in your mind and body, and you space out. it's the one where you play the same three chords over and over, trying to remember what words are and how to cleverly put them together.
I want tomorrow to come, because tomorrow equals volleyball. oh sweet blessing.
of fishermen and oceans
sometimes I just wish I was a little fish in a deep ocean without a care in the world. but then I realize that small fishes have lots of things to think about. bigger fish, for example. nets and poison and where to live safely. fish have no rights, it's eat or be eaten.
then I wish that I was a big fish, eating small fishes and living the good life. swimming around at my own pace seems like the way to be, doesn't it? oh, but then there is the thing with fishermen. they would hunt me with their nets and cages, and there would still be the problem with pollution in my water.
so where am I safer? maybe as a fisherman. I would catch my fish and grill it over the fire in late evenings while telling stories to my children and fisherbuddies. we would go out on our boats in the mornings and come back late at night, our nets full of fish and our hats full of water. the only problem would be storms. raging ice cold waters trying to swallow us whole suddenly doesn't seem like such an appealing dream.
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sometimes I wish I was an ocean.
autumn tea time
my heart is sold on sunshine in the mornings and mist at breakfast. it's sold on starry skies and seeing your breath in the headlights of an old car.
my heart is sold on best friend-stuff and recycling everything I can get my hands on.
creativity is a blessing right now.
autumn is a blessing right now.
pathetic rambles that need to say something else
...whenever I can get my hands on one of our cars, since mine isn'r ready yet, by far. hmm.
anywoo!
la deuxieme raison: the feeling of constantly being in a very cosy group of people under a chilly autumn sky. it's blue, and the people are orange (except for Perra who was blue today, geez that girl needs mittens! like, badly!) which provides a warm and homey feeling.
tomorrow morning is the last training outdoors, and sing me a hallelujah song in the form of a banana, because the trainings at folkunga doesn't start until six on thursdays, AKA, I DON'T HAVE TO RUN LIKE A MANIAC THROUGH TOWN TO GET THERE IN TIME! awesome, I know. you may henceforth refer to me as Lucky Son of A Bitch.
speaking of that, i really need to meet up with people and have weird talks over cups of tea. preferrably in the middle of the night when it's raining outside, but hey, you can't have everything at one, right?
bisous
scene of the crime
purple plums, no tea, wait what?
tomorrow is the day when I test my driving skills for real. it's the time when I'm supposed to show how well and awesome I behave in traffic. and it's raining outside.
I can't really say that I'm nervous, I'd rather say determined. I failed the theory test, which sucked, but I will not fail this one. no tricky questions, no math about alcohol. just driving.
today was the second last training outside, and quite frankly, I can't wait until we get indoors and my feet start bouncing off the floor for real, and we get into some serious training. yees.
so how was my day? one might wonder. or not, it depends on what reason you have for reading this mess, rawr. my day was awesome. a bit waoh, but mostly awesome. the tshirts that have been hanging in the glass-cabinet in the hallway were taken out today, and I managed to get my hands on them. score! other things adding to the awesome factor: no rain! blue sky! music in the corridor! painting! touching Lina in inappropriate places!
things that were just waoh: painting a naked woman.
yes folks, you heard me! we closed the windows, put up our stuff, put her on a comfy chair, and painted with all the colors of the wind. it was awesome, even though it lasted from half past twelve to half past four (which was TIRING!) that might also explain the condition of this text, omnomnom. err, yea. about that.
I should be going to bed, since I really don't have anything to talk about, other than how this weather stirs up lots and lots of emotions in me and makes me insane in good and bad ways.
bye bye, plum pie.
mmm, plums!