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Fyrtio procent. Bergsprängar'n jag låtit agera social superman smyger strilande sida vid sida med mina redan rossliga stämband. Jag är nog Joplins misslyckade tvillingsjäl med denna svekfullt bristande genialitet man så stilfullt kallar konstnärlig elegans. Berg sprängs vidare till chict repad skiva med slumpmässigt valda ord.


Fem komma sju procent. x3. Kvällen börjar tillsynes dalande, tillfälligt stigande. Dags att varna Duracell, jag leker dödligt vapen med mina medmän och träffar mer än morgondagen tål. Med i dansen har ett vingel börjat spinna på, men med i leken är jag fasiken ändå.


Nitton procent. Ett samtal och tre sms senare i hörbar norrländsk klang har kärlek förklarats på otippat obekant manér och batteriet blivit lidande. Omsorgsfulla händer leder fram till närmsta T och orden ”klarar du dig hem?” får mig att drucket, men förkonstlat, le.


Fyra procent. Mobilen signalerar att ”nu kolar jag snart vippen” och Daniel, 35, med det nyinköpta BR-pusslet som ska hjälpa vinna vårdnadstvisten bjuder in och bjuder ut. Jag ler igen och tänker att mina fickor känns tomma på betryggande medel men solen busar bakom trötta hus.


Noll procent. Energi. När jag graciöst tagit mig förbi trapphusets fientligt ekande pass väntar sömn på de små timmarnas flygande matta. Ja, Aladdin hade kanske varit stolt men imorn får jag ju tackla konsekvenser.

- Litage

Brits

Just my kind of "geeky" appearance. I am officially sold. I knew he could sing from the moment he entered the screen, very attractive. This is why I still watch Idol. There's still hope for humanity! Haha..

Never satisfied

When I first heard this song, I couldn't help myself from laughing, it fits in very well with my own thinking-patterns. Not everything she sings because she is way too cocky for me to be her replica, but a lot of it is unfortunately true. I think it has to do with the expectations you develop when you meet someone that you immediately click with. Expectations are often enemies, and also pretty difficult to fight off. This song I'd like to dedicate to a friend who I think could recognise herself in the lyrics, at least to some extent, Jess.

Nöjd? - Veronica Maggio

McDreamy?

The Johnny Cash portrayed in Walk the Line, with Joaquin Pheonix's looks would be pretty close to possessing all the qualities I personally look for in a man. But everything is relative, and I have no real guide.
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One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

These Boots Are Made For Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra

If there's something NewLook knows, it has got to be boots. Ankle boots, High leg boots, High heel boots, you name it. After having had several cups of tea today, I found my cup of tea boot-wise. I give to you the: Leather Lace Up Biker Boots, my new crave!

Hey, mr. Bad Boy!

Sunday I spent at my father's girlfriend's son's birthday party. 'S. I stumbled in wearing my lovely lovely wellingtons (which I love) and a lovely lovely hangover so when Cesar, the birthday-boy, started bumping around all over the apartment playing with a balloon my energy level hit zero. This, I learnt, was a bit unfortunate for me as one of Ceasar's half-brothers seemed quite interesting, short-spoken as he was. I might have attempted to make conversation if I was my normal self.

Colin Farrel, famous bad boy, and one of the hottest men alive imo.

I don't know what it is, but as soon as some guy (usually the kind that wears hoodie), gives you the silent-treatment, or seems generally less kind in some way, he quickly gains my attention. The "bad boy", or the one that you know means trouble - my weakest link. Today when I went to the grocery store I looked my absolute worst. I have a harsh cold, so I put on my comfiest/warmest clothes which put together make an incredible mismatch. My hair a mess, and with no make up on, my red nose could be passed for a warning sign. Haha okay, I admit, that last part was quite an exaggeration, but you get the picture, right? Well, I was looking for garlic when suddenly I feel this guy's gaze upon me, so I look up, and what do I see, if not another of the kind. He must've hit his head hard (or he might have been high - who knows), because when I saw him later outside it almost looked like he was trying to flirt. Maybe my cold has made me hallucinate...

Self Esteem - Veronica Maggio (Offspring-cover)

Well, what I wanted to get to with this post however is: Why is the "bad boy" so attractive - when deep down, I think we all know that if he can be "repaired" at all, chances are really small we will be the ones "fixing" him?

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Neopolitan Dreams

Neopolitan Dreams - Lisa Mitchell (Nilow Dubstep Remix)

I had plans to go to Fotografiska (The Museum of Photograhy in my own translation) and meet up with a  friend afterwards, but when I woke up today my cold had practically conquered my throat.

I guess I have myself to blame, I ignored the irritation in my throat yesterday and sat down with my guitar, singing Brown Eyed Girl instead of letting my voice relax, like I often do when I'm sick. I guess rebellion is always answered somehow. Enjoy the Dub!

Dear blog!

Let me tell you about my week-end! Friday I.. Well to be completely honest I don't really remember what happened on Friday, but I don't think I did much. Saturday however, I spent partly cleaning up my room, and organising my clothes. Even though I am known for having a floor-closet (meaning my clothes often form a carpet-like layer on the floor of my room) I do actually demand order amongst my different clothes. T-shirts, blouses, skirts and stockings all have their particular homes in my drawers, and now I have rearranged it all so that, hopefully, the floor-closet will be used less.

After organising my clothes, I took off for dinner at Jess', where she told us less-knowing people about fresher's week (or weeks, as they are two here in Sweden). It sounded really interesting, and very camp-like, I'm looking forward to my own freshers in Scotland next year! Having pissed off some of my friends with games where logical thinking is not the key, but where the silly little details are instead (which by the by is extremely frustrating), I took off again to have a few beers with some friends. I was rather reluctantly dragged off to an "afterparty" consisting of four people (me included) which I surprisingly didn't have to regret. One of the others had the key to an old theatre where he usually has band-practise, and sneaking around in the airy halls tipsy was exactly what I needed!




This is not the theatre I visited, but I thought it looked nice.



They had very random instruments like a gong and some xylophones, but also a concert piano that I couldn't keep my hands off. It was like a dream! The smell of excitement from times past and the ability to play music together with the notion of not actually being allowed there at that time of night was amazing! If I could return, I would! I love everything that has to do with stages! The downside was however that my piano-playing after drinking was pretty flawed.

I came home at 6 o' clock in the morning, but it was all worth it. Even the awkwardness of having to reject an almost "rape-kiss" at one point in the night. Guys! Please stop doing that! It puts the other person in a really uncomfortable situation!