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Fourth

Yesterday was the first time in a month or more, I saw all of Hjalmar. It was good seeing everyone again and I really tried to catch up a bit but then they just kept talking and talking, it was pretty hard to keep listening. Since the stores were closed (WHAT THE FUCK?!) I didn’t get to buy any candy that I had been craving aaall daaaaayyyy but at least we had potato chips so we didn’t suffer too much…
When we got outside to wait for the bus, it snowed heavily and somehow I finally felt that “christmas joy”. I walked Anja home but when we were going to seperate, she invited me to come with her. So I did and we drank tea and talked about everything that was sad, frusterating, weird and complicated. I stayed pretty late – my dad had even send me a text, which he never does, to ask me if I wanted him to give me a ride home.
And last night my oppa talked about korean movies and I thought that I could, before going to bed, watch one. The Art of Seduction is an interesting and different movie but with a disappointing end. Now it’s time to watch Seducing Mr. Perfect, WITH DANIEL HENNEY AND UHM JUNG HWA!!! AMAZING!!! It can’t be other than good!!

Well, my winter break started out nicely and now I’m looking forward to Signe’s arrival to my house.
For those who are interested, I’ve a vblog here

döda mig

nu

Whenever I listen to Sufjan, my whole body and mind are pleased. This is not me exaggerating…

MICHELELE

OUR BABY GIRL ARIEL TOGETHER WITH SUJU HOTTIES
I can not believe this, so crazy

where rafi at

NOW I KNOW WHO MY DUTCH BOY IS!

My only occupations at the moment are
almost fainting in the shower
listening and weep to Sufjan
longing for the school day to end
thinking about skipping
freezing
having cold hands
reading about the almighty jesus
texting
and just don’t care about real life

A girl in my class was whining about school work and how much we have to do these last five weeks of the semester

My math teacher – well, life’s a bitch

Father’s day

Sometimes, I love my lazy mom

My mom, sitting by the table while I’m in the kitchen – hey Viola please blow out the candles before you go (which stand next to her)
Me – why can’t just you do it?
My mom, quickly rising up - no no, I’m on my way to do all these papers
Me – but they’re NEXT TO YOU, it’ll take like a sec
My mom, moving toward the exit – no sorry, I’m already too far away
Then she’s out of the room and I’m left there with all this work

we only have to dance

It is actually possible to use your, very cold, feet and walk all over town, even when the road contains of something in between snow and rain and the cars almost run you over.
The reason why Ida and I are both tired and worn out is because we wanted CANDY and the only places still open at 1 AM were the ones on the other side of Umeå. But we decided to let our sense fly away with the wind and went for an little adventure. On our way to the store/gas station (called Shell, for the locals) we froze and I had to listen to Ida’s whining about her wet shoes who caused her toes to hurt, and we tried to come up with songs to sing so time would pass.
At the store, we sat on the floor and ate different unhealthy foods like sandwiches, hot dogs, candy (of course) and potato chips and for some reason, a thirty year old flirted with us.
For a second, I thought that we could make it until the first morning buses starting moving but then Ida made me realise that it was about three hours left and it was pretty much impossible for us to sit there such a long time. We begun to pack our thing and left our second home, Shell, to walk to a friend’s house for some rest. Over there we listened to music and just waited.
So, we took the bus and got to my house around 7 PM and I don’t think my mother was really excited about that since she knocked on my bedroom door, looking like a frikkin zombie, and asked why the hell we came home so early in the morning.
I woke up five hours later because Ida’s phone rang. Then she got picked up by her father, and what I know, they went shopping for. That’s a abnormal day in my life, nothing I do often and it will probably not happen again. Today, I will just chillax and listen to my new love Sufjan!

ibland tänker jag mycket på i somras
ibland avskyr jag det
ibland älskar jag det
ibland vill jag slita ut min hjärna
ibland vill jag knulla dig i hjärtat
ibland dör jag lite inombords för jag vet att du njuter av varje gång jag visar att du berört mig
det är du som knullar mig i hjärtat
hoppas du ser det här pontus fast det gör ingenting om det inte blir så

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