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still not. and still not done but on the way way there.
Blanket, carpet, bed?
well, here it is, here it was. please, do not eat the keyboard shortcuts.
Norwegian person, male 18 years of age now (oh so grown up)
Like to read, write, listen to and make music. Draw though I'm not good at it, photoshop things randomly (messing around with whatever tool like)
Want to be something in arts, like, literature, whatever. Don't know if I have that IT that those things need. Who knows.
oh yes fuck yeah
Woah, no skills. no hands. No nothing.
this blog
has come to a complete stop.
and there it’s gone, now it hasn’t stopped, not entirely. The time between after the last post could/would be have been the equivalent of eternal stop. But now that I post this new post, the stop is gone. There never was one, just a lapse of time between them. humm.
It’s very much like the Universe, don’t you say?
Like. Inbetween existence and existence and non-existence and non-existence there is nothing. That’s what I think. That the Universe always exists and never does. As time only is when we have something to link it to.
Gah, what A silly post.
but oh, so true? I don’t know, I couldn’t say.
oh and very much by the way.
i have been a bad blogger, not that anyone knows this, because no one reads. but I have been, and I don’t like it, ‘cause I really want to blog. well, tea, anyone?
pillow stolen.
you bin’ steelin my pillow steelin my pillow, gi’it back, I need to sleep, you, you, you, bin’ steelin my pillow, gi’it back., I need it, wanna sleep, wanna, wanna-wanna sleep.
-I wanna sleep, can’t sleep, need my pillow, you got it, gi’it back!
lyrics to a song unmade. yet to be made. I want to make it. lol @ lyrics though.
today
or a few minutes ago, yesterday, I guess, I wrote out “Særpreg.” my first moleskine to be written out, one of the things I love. Now she’s gone, and will be eternal and forever through infinity, quite simply, we will never be over. Now, my new one, is called Owl, or “Ugle”. hei, hi. nice to get to know you. we will empty each other, fill each other. I love you. I miss you.
<3
this is the same Guro feeling sorry for her minimally coffeescolded hand. the beauty of pain caught in my lens.
this is one of my friends, Guro. Today we went for a walk in the woods, to drink coffee and cocoa and eat something nice up at a café up there. long walk hot sun, best beverage of the day: dr.pepper, man, what a nice taste. wow. commercialism. lol
woah!
i flash! my skillzzxx infront of the camera. woah! like the wind, so slick, i mean man, whatup? don’t know, really, that’s insane. yes, it is.
nobody ever gave me
anything for being at school, maybe that’s why I’m not there right now. Nobody forcing me or having anything nice to attend there for. (and my best friend is there less than me, so that’s never motivation) Well, my parents try to make me go, but well, they don’t offer any motivation, they just say I should and have to.
oh, and yes, I do feel silly not being there all the time. but it’s not that easy, really.
well, just ate my breakfast, at two pm. and now checking my internets. not much to check out, though. And I don’t think I would have read this blog, so I better start getting interesting.
sry blogspam, but
hey, what else can one do when one does’nt want to do the things one has to. (formerly mentioned presentation, btw, it’s on Iceland, geography.. ohyes)
just thought some things: why is it that people seem to do things with each other (people I connected), and never actually invite me? Baffles me, no. I just wonder why. Why am I just a something that is forgotten as soon as it gets on?
hmm.
I would have to kill you if I told you what I’m about to tell you.
today, I stole a calligraphy pen. Why? Well, because I could, it was plain too easy; no cameras, no nothing. Take it up, lift it to the air, dance around with it, down into my pocket, the left one. Why? Well, because I wanted to. Every since the time I was forced into stealing a bottle of coca cola, I have been getting an urge to steal, not all the time, but some times it bites me. It screams, yells, and I suppress it, but not this time, no! Not expensive, not important. I stole, my heart raced as I buttoned up the two bottom buttons of my shirt (only later did I see that I did them wrong, missed a hole) and went out to follow my friend.
