Maybe yesterday

Mozart said "There's nothing to composing".

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 13:28:18 GMT

Well I guess Mozart never had to compose an academic essay. Words cannot describe how I hate literary essays.

Who wants to bet that my topic is "too wide" or "WRONG!" or anything inbetween? I keep feeling that whatever I write about, it's gonna be a big fat mistake.
Now the linguistics essay is something that actually interests me, and I feel like I could learn from it.

Need ten lines by tomorrow. As of now, I have... 3 and a half.

Hell to the yeah

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:26:41 GMT

Check out "veckans banner" (in the lefthand margin) http://z7.invisionfree.com/Paws_pause/
Am I worried that he might stumble across it at hate me? No!
The more I think about it, the more he deserves it. So hah.

It had to be done

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 15:09:15 GMT

Someday, I believe I will elaborate on this. My gut tells me so.

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 14:21:32 GMT

Criss Angel





Heidi Klum & Ellen DeGeneres





Jim Parsons





All Time Low - Coffee Shop Soundtrack




Rihanna




"Sheldon Cooper" from The Big Bang Theory (he's smiling, can't you tell?)




The Big Bang Theory




Paramore - Crushcrushcrush






Parts of a colorized version of a drawing I made, turned into a banner

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Mon, 06 Jul 2009 12:25:44 GMT

Not feeling too great today. Got stung by a wee bee on Saturday, my foot's still not back to normal. At least I've learned that bees are 10 times more poisonous that wasps...

Me feels like painting (but me ain't got no colors)

Wed, 13 May 2009 14:09:57 GMT

Because of John Marsden I wish I had a motorcycle to go racing through the fields. Minus the war part, please.

With nothing to do all day, you tend to pick up weird little hobbies.
Malin wanted to do a Mallorca wallpaper for the computer so that got us both starting to look for pictures. And then I opened our big fat book about the magical island. And after about 5 pages, I'd learned more about Mallorca's history than I know of my own country's.
It's safe to say that I love Mallorca more than words could ever descibe and I wouldn't mind moving there someday (I even checked jobs online but couldn't find anything at the moment - except bartending stuff).

(all original photos snapped by either me, Malin or Dad)

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Fri, 24 Apr 2009 09:13:00 GMT

I got tagged by soul_bird & got Hayley Williams.

1. Do you like this person?
I sure do. No matter what happens, she always seems to stay true to herself. Doesn't feel so diva-ish, unlike a lot of other people (especially girls) in the music business. And she is one of the very few female vocalists I can stand listening to. That's a HUGE compliment.

2. How do you call this person?
How do I call her? That makes no sense..?

3. Which color do you associate with this person?
Red/orange. It ought to be obvious why.

5. Looking at his/her character, what blood type do you think he/she have?
Blood type?! You can't tell just by looking at someone!

6. What do you want to tell that person?
Nothing special, really. I just think it would be fun to hang out and discuss everything and nothing. Still wanna drag her to a THK show.

7. What do you want to do with this person: hug, kiss or shake hands?
Shaking hands is a good start, when first introduced (I don't jump people...), then we'll move on to hugging. No kissing, cause I don't swing that way - and neither does she. Possibly on the cheek, though. After all, I am European, haha.

8. Pick five of your friends and pick one person for them:
Meh, whoever wants to answer can answer.

(On the theme 10 favorite album covers)

(This wallpaper won first prize over at z7.invisionfree.com/Paws_pause/ First time I've ever won anything!!!!

I am currently hooked on Secondhand Serenade. It's like a mix of Will Pugh meets Alex Gaskarth meets Juliet Simms meets Ryan Cabrera meets someone-I-can't-remember-right-now. In other words: amazing.

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 11:57:16 GMT

OH MY FRIGGIN' GOD!!!!!! CUT WORKS, CUT WORKS!!!!!!!!!!

I've never been much for putting clothes on animals, but we did get Bilbo some shoes to protect the bandage (which is covered in a poopie-bag in this pic...) and a rain coat because under no circumstances was his morphine patch to get wet.

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 21:38:56 GMT

Ouuuuh, death to LJ cuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some fairly recent stuff:

Paramore:

The Big Bang Theory:

The Hollywood Kills:

Other:

(I'm sorry, but I really CANNOT cut)

Cola-la-la-laboration

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 21:16:37 GMT

Man, was that headline creative! (you'll see...)

I've been wanting that song that plays in the new Coca Cola commercial, but I've had no clue what it might be called. But now I do. And no wonder I liked the voice of the guy in the chorus - it's Brendon Urie and/or Patrick Stump. The song's called "Open Happiness" and there have been quite a few people working on it together:
Butch Walker, Travis McCoy, Brendon Urie, Cee-Lo, Janelle Monae & Patrick Stump.
Now that I listen to it, I recognize the voices. You just never expect them to appear in random songs in random commercials.

Piven, Piven, Piven, Piven, Piven...

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 16:59:53 GMT

This guy truly knows how to make my day. I've only seen him in "Ellen" (not the talkshow, I'm talking about the old sitcom from waaaay back in the nineties) and on the red carpet but it's safe to say that I love him anyway. I'm sure he's a great person - and actor, too - but what really puts a smile on my face is his name: Jeremy Piven.

Piven is like a good song that gets stuck in your head; you don't mind it being stuck. Piven, Piven, Piven! I love it!

1 minute 'til pre-talk before the game begins at 6.30pm. I'm talking handball of course. I don't care that there's no chance of medal, I'll always support my team. They've been great. Others have just been better (and some just loooove foul play, jackasses).
I'd like to give out a kick in the ass to Tomas Axnér, though. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING THERE?! He has no right to be so critical. Dude, you never even made the team.

"Computer" what?

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:40:51 GMT

Computers piss me off lately. It's just another one of those phases. Pff, I got better things to do! Or at least I did... I finished my books so now I'm bored again.

(I apologize, but the cut stilll won't fucking work)

(this is my interpretation of that song)

And this picture is just perfect. It's taken by Ida - somewhere at a rest stop on our way up to Öland. That's my family's car we're sitting on :p

Let's try naming them...
From the top left: Oliver, Mim, Anna, Hugo, me, Izabelle.
From the left bottom: Johanna, Kalle.
Ida is - as I said before - behind the camera.

Random thought: my hair is really pretty today!

Let's give it up for the new year!

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 15:13:31 GMT

New Year's Eve was pretty darn awesome. I was tired as hell though and not much of a dancer anyway so I mostly sat around and chatted, which is always nice.

(Gaaah, LJ hates me in '09 as well, so no cut).
Driving for three hours wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Sure, it drained me of all energy but my back didn't feel like snapping, which is always a good thing.

While the rest of our party headed to the sauna, Johanna and I hung out in the kitchen, chatting about this and that. There's got to be something wrong with me cause I always open up to people I barely know. This time was no different. But she's really cool, easy to talk to, and our little chat was one of my favorite things about the New Year's celebrations.
As we were sitting there, a big guy in funny-looking clothes appeared in the doorway. I assumed this must be one of the residents - David - who we had been told would show up at some point. He was surprised to find his room had been taken over by strangers' bags. Then he and Andreas - another resident - carried beds back and forth down the hall. Nothing weird about that.

Then we changed into our fancy clothes and started making dinner. Or tried to... The kitchen wasn't all that big and Izabelle didn't want any help. So we just hung out.

Quite some time after dinner we moved to another venue - a building called Annexet - where Ida and Izabelle had set up couches and decorated with pretty lights. We were served chocolate pudding with whipped creme, there was dancing (and rollerblading in Kalle's case) and more talking.
The night proceeded in the same manner, but at one point during the evening, the subject of tattoos came up. And when it's mentioned that you have a tattoo people are always fascinated. So I pulled up my dress to show mine. Also completely normal.

As midnight was approaching we moved upstairs to go out on the balcony that had a view over Kalmar and all their splendid fireworks. When the clock struck twelve, a bottle of Pommac was shoved into my mouth and people laughed at my "there's no alcohol in this, is it?"-comment. So what? I'm a responsible driver (who happens to hate the taste of alcohol). The drink was followed by many New Year's hugs and then Kalle and Hugo blasted off some fireworks on the roof (by this point, Mim, Johanna, David and I had gone inside because we care about our safety). We also lit tomtebloss and someone made up the song "För vi har erövrat Öland, ja vi har erövrat Öland. För vi har erövrat Ö-ölaaaaaand, fy fan vad vi ä bra!" that we all sang at the top of our lungs.

The next few hours were spent texting and calling people to wish them a happy new year. I'm not sure all my texts made it to their recipients since some of them cannot reply...

Since Annexet was so cozy, most of us decided we would spend the night there. Izabelle and Ida decided to go sleep in proper beds and David and Andreas also chose their own rooms, of course. The rest of us talked for quite some time before falling asleep. At one point during the night, Mim tried speaking in her sleep. She didn't make any sense, but she did hum a little melody before turning in her sleeping bag. This amused me more than I could ever explain!

At just after 8.30am, Anna's alarm went off. Then it went off again. And then I realized it was light outside and I couldn't go back to sleep. So Anna and I got dressed and went upstairs with Mim (who had her clothes in the other building which was locked so she was in her pajamas) and we did a little morning dance routine while Anna played for us on her melodica.

After Mim had gone to get her clothes in the other building Anna and I decided we'd go see what took her so long. The reason for the delay was the slumber party that was taking place in Andreas's bed, so we dove in and chatted about this and that. Ida tried to marry Mim and Andreas and I wanted to film it, but the camera was in the other room...

As the clock kept ticking - approaching 11am - we wanted the others to wake up so we could get on the road as soon as possible. Anna gave me and Mim a telephone number each to call, and as the person in the other end picked up, we said "good morning", then hung up. Johanna even got a harmonica serenade. She seemed pretty out of it though, no idea what just happened.

I was getting pretty frustrated about the other's slowness because I hate driving at sunset and in the dark. I'd warned them before that I can't guarantee a smooth drive if I'm forced to drive under those conditions.
We probably left the school just after two, and it was a nightmare to drive. Sure, the sunset was pretty as hell, but not while you're the person in charge of four other lives!!! I wasn't very talkative (which, if it wasn't apparent already, was made clear when I didn't respond to my own name) because I was putting what little energy I had left into focusing on the driving.

We were back in town a little before 5pm and the sun had finally set. We'd lost Johanna's car somewhere along the way only to find out later that we'd been right behind them for several miles. When this came to our attention, Oliver threw himself on the horn and honked like his life depended on it. Thank God it was them and not someone else! Volvos are pretty common, ya know.

So while everyone else went to grab a bite at McDonald's, I went straight home to get coffee. I hadn't had a sip since I'd left the house the day before. To be honest, I'd barely had anything to drink at all. I guess I just forgot. And I heard the water in Öland was disgusting.
But I had a blast. Let's do this again sometime! We made some new friends and I thought it was pretty fun to be reunited with three guys I've gone two school with for ten years (thirteen years in Oliver's case), without ever really knowing them

Wunderbaum, oh Wunderbaum!

Sat, 27 Dec 2008 14:24:49 GMT

Is that correctly spelled? Meh, who cares. I don't speak German (shocking, eh?).

The Wunderbaum is not a tenenbaum. It's Bilbo! He's my Wunderbaum cause he smells so nice after his Christmas bath. And he's so soft.
I just have to brag a little cause he was such a good boy for Christmas. The perfect little pooch. Now, my youngest cousin on the other hand could use a little parenting. When the hell did he become such a little brat?!

So, Christmas presents... I'm not taking pictures. I'm just too lazy for that. And it doesn't matter anyway, you don't need pictures of them.

Blue flanel pajamas (so comfy it's ridiculous)
2 perfumes - "snow" and "ocean" (they smell nothing of the sort, they're actually kind of weird but... yeah)
Money (of course)
"Slam" by Nick Hornby
"Tender Is The Night" by F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Even If It Kills Me" by Motion City Soundtrack
"Singularity" and "The Everglow Special Edition" by Mae
"Recover EP" by Automatic Loveletter (yeah, I like having the hardcopy, even though there wasn't much of a booklet to speak of)
"Puzzle" by Biffy Clyro
"Chase This Light" by Jimmy Eat World
"When All That's Left Is You" by Quietdrive
"Phantoms" by Acceptance
"The Ransom EP" by Cartel

There are two more CDs to come but they weren't delivered in time, so I got a card with a little rhyme in the meantime. I had no idea Grandpa was such a poet :p
We're also shopping around for a Wii. YOU HEARD ME! Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I might be a writer

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 14:15:17 GMT

I've always loved words, which is something no one could have possibly missed. I'm sure the Nashvillers will know once they receive their Christmas card.
It's both good and bad to put me in charge of writing things. Sure, I might put it nicely and people will like what the read but will they be able to make it through all of it? If you're gonna keep it short and snappy, what's the point?! That's my phisolophy. I mean, philosophy.

When reading Donald Miller's description of what he - as a writer - does (in "Blue Like Jazz", oh great now the cursive's not working), I realized that not only could I be a writer, I think I am. Apart from the whole getting published thing... Potato, potahtoe.
Here's what Don says:

"Writers don't make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don't work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel terribly guilty about throwing the schmuck's book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man's stupid words. And for this, as I said before, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more."

(p. 187 in "Blue Like Jazz: nonreligious thoughts on Christian spirituality" by Donald Miller, published in Nashville TN in 2003)

Okay, remove the part about God. I will start talking to someone, whoever pops into my head, and I will do this to ease my guilty conscience, not because I'm afraid a higher power will steal my words as punishment. That's just not gonna happen.
And I wouldn't sit around in my underwear either. I'd have clothes on.
I wouldn't go down the stairs, cause that would leave me in the basement, and I can't make coffee or fry eggs down there, there's no kitchen! Just a bar.
And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't smell the book. That would result in sneezing, lots of sneezing.
Other than that - perfect description of yours truly.

On another note, after this morning's earthquake things seem to keep moving. I've knocked down... I don't know how many things today. I'll blame it on the ground not being leveled. You heard me!

You say Twilight, I say Wildlife

Mon, 08 Dec 2008 15:42:05 GMT

Everyone's obsessing over Twilight and Kristen Stewart seems to be everywhere (but not as much as Robert Pattinson, OMG OMG OMG... just BlahGirling there a bit). But I'm not thinking Twilight at all (never mind the fact that the word "twilight" just makes me think of Tiffany Persson), when I see her I just want to pop Into The Wild into the DVD player.

(I fucking HATE LiveJournal. Bitches.)

When the carousel stopped

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 19:35:58 GMT

I was listening to the Canadian band Carousel the other day and I got really sad. This usually happens when I listen to them.
Why did they have to break up? It was one of those bands that I believed in. They were really good, but it seemed as if laziness took over. Didn't want to practice, didn't want to do this or that, and it just ran out in the sand.
But it's a real shame.

Mon, 24 Nov 2008 14:41:46 GMT

Oh the excitement this day has brought!

Oral proficiency turned out to be fun. Who would've guessed, right?
Today's class gave me a confidence boost. It was nice. I love our classmates. All four of them (Louie being one of them, hehe).

Then Louie and I were pulled over by the cops. Just a routine check, don't worry. My license was okay (no kidding..) and there was not a even a hint of alcohol in my breath. I think we would all be shocked if there had been, considering my last drink was on New Year's Eve...
But nevertheless, it was very exciting.

And as I was driving home from Tollarp, it suddenly started to snow. Just very, very small... I don't even know what to call them. They weren't flakes, that's for sure. It looked more like dust. But it was still snow!
I haven't checked the temperature outside but I don't need a thermometer to tell me it's flippin' freezing! Maybe it's too cold for a real snowfall?

Fresh from the oven

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 16:28:56 GMT

I still can't cut. This is really getting on my nerves.

This is beautiful

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 09:33:00 GMT

I wanna go on the road...
(Open roads, nowhere near the city. I'm fed up with that crap. A tip: Never ever move to Malmö. No one there knows what they're doing. We were in two minor "accidents" last night.)

I. Don't. Want. To.

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 14:38:34 GMT

I. Don't. Want. To. I. Don't. Want. To. I. Don't. Want. To. I. Don't. Want. To. I. Don't. Want. To. I. Don't. Want. To. I. Don't. Want. To. I. Don't. Want. To. I. Don't. Want. To.

What's the point in revising my essay? It's gonna suck anyway. And quite frankly, I don't give a damn. This is not me.

You know what I wish? I wish I was one of those bouncing rubber balls in my icon. They look like they're having a blast. And they're outside, which is where I want to be.

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 20:59:01 GMT

This one took about one minute. Then I was bored again.

Did the cut work? I can't even tell.

(Louie, looks closely on Hayley's shirt in my userpic. It's the Nashville one, and you can sort of see a liiiittle of the cow at the very bottom)

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 18:59:04 GMT

We can have facts without thinking but we cannot have thinking without facts.
- John Dewey

I could not disagree more.

Oh dear, cuteness!

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 20:18:41 GMT

This is a live broadcast!

(hoping this works)

Was it all just a dream?

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 12:48:52 GMT

hey, you can have matty for 78 hours but then you have to give him back. do whatever you want with him.
bobby

That's pretty much what it said. The email from Bobby - tourmanager for Zebrahead.
Only, it wasn't real. I just dream strange dreams. But some of them feel so real I actually had to check Chucow's email to make sure it was just a dream.
It would be kind of weird, though, wouldn't it? Just handing over a bandmember for 78 hours (why 78?). And then to actually assume we'd give him back. Ehhh. Not likely to happen. Moahaha.

What can one say about Bobby, then? He's definetly not getting the same treatment as Matt did. You betrayed us.