Elli and I using the amateur force last night.

(And before we went to that vintage thing at Kungsholmen and I just want to say it sucked.)

(I've been feeling slightly confused over the last 17 years (who am I? where am I? what's facebook? ) I have been mistaken for a library, people have had trouble with my name; spelling it, pronouncing it, trying not to laugh too much, but the most important thing, of course, is in which category me and my name should be put.
Categorizing is important, let's not pretend the opposite.)

ANYWAY, today I checked my last.fm and the pieces made a puzzle;  dreampop.



And if there's any besserwisser out there who would like to point out something or give a tip I would be euphoric with joy.
(JUST DON'T MENTION LYKKE LI)

I know what you're made of.

( I bought this one in Venice to wear at halloween (not that I'm expecting a party invitation (I'll probably be located in the great western woods anyway) but anyway) and also as a tribute to The Knife (I love them etc.) but now (when I've realized the white paint looks like a giant cum load) I'm thinking I won't be wearing it and that's the reason why I'm selling my soul posing (I'm too shy to pose without a mask) on this ridiculous picture )

The shirt I bought at what probably is the only second hand shop in that whole town.
Just to know I'm wearing some fat and sweaty italian guy's old shirt.

 

hihi. naturkunskap b is hysterical.

Anna and I went to String and saw The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. They really made an effort trying to ease up the very serious atmosphere and the strictly sophisticated southern crowd but I think it only worked on Anna and me.
Oh well. I felt very pop.

and except for the fact that my mum accidentally bought penis pasta and still haven't noticed it, Venice was lovely.


OCH HÄR KOMMER SKITMÅNGA BILDER:

I'm having serious difficulties with all these serious people walking around being all serious.
I would even dare saying it affects, not only my mental, but also my physical health.  

Now, I know what you're thinking and I strongly do feel that I must advice you to consider not to hold on to that thought even though there remains a small posibility that some people might, from some perspectives, actually think you're right.

I am just not that serious.


To spice things up:



For all you who haven't seen me in a while, I loosed the bling.

Elina Bergmark Wiberg, ma meilleure amie.

Today my teacher in swedish came to me and asked if the sarcastic text I wrote last week was a cry for help but except from that mental rape incident, today was jumping up and down screaming of awesomeness.

I'm an idiot who keeps going to these idrottsdagar.

För den stora förödmjukelsens timme vill jag också tacka,
timmen då man ser att man är naken
och utan en grumlande rest av stolthet
låter sig ordnas in
som ett dammkorn i strimman av förunderliga världar
förunderligt allt, förunderligt hälsan och livet,
förunderligt tak, bröd och vatten
och mer än annat förunderligt den oförtjänta nåden
av en människas evigt upprättade tillit

Karin Boye

So I had a nervous breakdown and phoned everyone not involved only to shout hysterically and today I dragged around as a pessimistic bitch, but hey I had my serious mother fucking reasons (which I hope dies). 
At least I'm trying my ass off to be sane and happy.

One of the most reoccuring topics of today was the question of why no one ever notices me when they say heeei to Anna. Of course we didn't come up with any reason to this since I was too busy feeling sorry for myself. Still, dear make believe readers, try to remember that blonde people are just as dead inside as cute emos. And that I'm trying my ass off to be sane and happy. Work with me, please.

Tomorrow though, after running around in the  woods and after the math test ...and the lab report I somehow will have done between the lessons...I will be happy. Happy happy.
My baby comes to save me.



(I just couldn't find anything better to post)

(I'm desperately trying to keep my crooked nose over the black waters of depression and remain euphorically happy and sane, however it's getting harder and I would really like a schnorkel now.)

Terrible poetry aside, I got myself my very first job today. I'll be making 800 more or less identical phonecalls a week to confirm that the advertising has gone out. I only work mondays though, which is awesome.
I'm tired now. Mondays sucks.

Oh my, a new header!
- Indeed. This is me taking a mind-piss on all the overworked headers out there. Die please.

...

Of course it's only temporary until I have gathered the strength to spend 5 minutes on writing air war in some wannabecreative way. This one took me about 3 so I'm on my way.

Oh and I'm sorry it's that insanely ugly.

I wish I had a white wall so I could take pictures of myself posing in overpriced clothes and my grandmothers old cardigans like normal young girls but instead I wasted all the space on a bed and all the money on avocado sandwiches and my mother believes the other wallpapers that came with the appartment is retro

A desperately suicidal japanese librarian and a thai hooker, her sister who she accidentally ran over and then of course the thai mob.

Ljuvligt.

For the first time since I stopped believing in Santa Claus I've felt just as happy as I should feel. Today I've been smiling so much my head actually hurts.
So I'm gonna stop wining now. The cost is clear.

- UNTIL SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO MAKE UP FOR ALL THIS AWESOMENESS