Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Friend Turned Co-worker

So, me and Frida went to a small town by the coast this Saturday. We had a lovely day of walking around, having lunch and getting a job for the summer. My first time as officially employed will be at this restaurant called Jakten. I'm quite looking forward to living in another city than my own with a friend over the summer. Although I am a bit nervous about what to do about vacation. But never mind, it's going to be AMAZING.
Here are some photos of our day, all taken by the always so wonderful Frida

I've been thinking that I should put up pictures of what I'm wearing, just to try to make this blog a bit more interesting. And if you're wondering why I chose a picture of me making a weird face; this is seriously the best full body picture taken of me that day. One has me sitting on a rock, looking like I have a stick up my ass. The ones I'm smiling in look like I've had a lip reduction and every single cell in my body gained a kilo. 

Since I'm a girl I am allowed to be this self critical about the way I look in photos. 

Monday, March 19, 2012

Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that 
she didn't.

I've been reading a lot of quotes lately. This one is one of the prettiest one I've ever read, it just hits me. Hard. And I love it. 
Also, why have I not been using this font before? Much cooler than  Arial.  

Thursday, March 15, 2012


My imagination gets out of control at times. There have been times when I can't walk in front of my bedroom window because I'm so sure someone in the building opposite mine is trying to shoot me. Once I couldn't leave my friends bathroom because I thought her whole family was planning to kill me and were waiting for me with their big, ridiculously scary dog outside. I think the thing is that the combination of a wild imagination and bad nerves is a bad one.
Today we went to the Swedish Museum of Natural History. I have never been a fan of that place. It's because I know that I'm in a building filled with dead, stuffed animals. It gives me the creeps. It feels like I'm being watched and I swear their eyes are following me. At my old school we had this classroom filled with stuffed birds, some of them had their wings folded out, as if they were about to fly off and all of their heads were turned to face us students, even if their bodies weren't. I hated that room. I can handle mounted animals in singles or small groups, I even enjoy them like that. If I can't have a real owl I want a mounted one. But when I'm surrounded by them... Who know's what kind of revolution they're planning? I walked around the museum with my hands under my chin -getting worried looks from all the grandmothers- and fought the urged to run outside. Although that wasn't hard, I didn't want to walk through all those rooms, with dead animals who look very much alive, all alone.
The Swedish Museum of Natural History also has this very cool cinema. The screen is about 100x100 meters squared. I remember once when I was smaller I saw a short film where it looked like the camera was doing parkour on the highest buildings in New York -it was beyond amazing. But literally my whole class voted to see a move called Deep Sea Monsters, or something like that. When I told my teacher I couldn't watch that because I would probably have a panic attack and die she laughed at me. But I was excused. I spent an hour or two reading in the sun outside instead.
Now, it might sound like I'm a very cowardly person and that I had a pretty shitty day. My response is that I'm not a coward, I just don't like animals. Also, we went out to smoke and Clara put her cigarette out in a trashcan and it caught fire. That was hilarious and therefore the day was not wasted.
At least the building is nice

Saturday, March 10, 2012

This post had no obvious title and I don't know what to do about it

The whole everything-is-amazing-and-I-am-so-happy-I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself high I've been on these last few days ended badly Thursday night and I woke up Friday after a horrible night of little sleep in the foulest mood possible. At school it got even worse. You know how there is always this one person follows who you around and thinks you're friends but in reality you can't stand? And how when you're in a bad mood you seriously contemplate murdering them just for breathing? I almost got in that kind of trouble about 30 465 times before lunch.
Luckily for me I am smart enough to refrain form murder and instead leave school to go home and sleep. Cutting class is not something one should be recommending. Therefore, I shall be honest and tell you that I called myself in sick so that according to the school system I wont be listed as something along the lines with "unexplained absence" and not risk loosing my money. I'm very responsible when I break the rules.

Rebecka, Frida and I had a sleepover last night. They both came to my apartment at around three. I'd tried to sleep after I left school, but instead I finished reading my book and was in a much better mood. We didn't do much. Frida made us dinner and being the amazing cook she is it was amazing. I even had some of the leftovers for dinner tonight (Hehe, tack Frida, nu slapp jag laga någonting själv). Rebecka then fell asleep and Frida and I spent an hour or two talking about all that deep shit and those feelings and thoughts that makes life a pain in the ass. And of course; planning the future of Blue.

I understand looking at pictures of my face isn't
the most thrilling thing in the word to do
and I promise to try to take more interesting pictures.
But, you see I've lost all computer chords to all devices with
a camera function.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

I wonder what went right

This week has been so amazingly calm it's crazy. No major school projects or tests or quizzes, no presentations or essays. This is something that never happens at the school I go to.
This Saturday I went to Stockholm with my dad, on Sunday i introduced Frida to Rebecka and we had a good time. Or, I know I did at least, I hope they had fun too. Yesterday I got off school at 11.30 and spent the rest of the day with Alice. Today I got off at 11.40 and spent the afternoon with Axel and Andreas.
See what I mean? Great week. Amazing. I'm loving life at the moment. I've been sleeping through the nights, which I never do, and waking up pretty well rested. I've been eating well without feeling bad about it. Life should feel like this forever.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Today was a long day. Thursdays are always long; school doesn't end until five o'clock. But today I had to stay until seven to see the school production of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, the musical. To be honest I wasn't looking forward to it. All day I was contemplating just going home and sleep until tomorrow. All I can say is I'm so glad I didn't. The show was so good I don't know what to do with myself.
At times i forget how much I love my school. I am always too wrapped up in myself and my own problems. But it is nights like these, when the student body of Katte shows how talented they really are, I feel the slight sting of pride. It's weird, I've never said a word to three quarters of them, but I was filled with some kind of joy watching them up on stage and listening to the orchestra. I can't really explain it. I guess it's just school spirit.
Also, watching the guy me and Becks have been obsessing (in an acceptable way, of course) fake love to prostitutes on stage was not a bad thing to witness either.

Me and Becks walked home through town. I love walking at night. Got home at 11 pm. I'm really too tired to speak, been out and about since eight o'clock this morning. But at the moment I'm too happy to care.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent

I left my home at 8.15 this morning in a shirt that made me feel utterly unattractive. Fortunately for me I was home again two hours later. Since then I have made several attempts to focus on the philosophy test I have tomorrow.
I enjoy philosophy, I really do, it messes with my head in the most wonderful way possible but I have yet to find the interesting part of language philosophy. I love learning about origins of words and dynamics of the usages of them, unfortunately for me I was mistaking in thinking that was what I was going to learn about. Instead I'm stuck with defining positives and negatives in words and the relationship between language and reality. It sounds like there is more to it then it really is.
The deepest insight my mind has come to during this day is that world peace is a word (in my language this is spelt as one word, not two) witch has meaning but lacks reference. And that, dear people of the internet, is the best thing I've done all day.

Teenage life is amazing.