I was on Google the other day (okay, I confess; I’m on Google every day) and I found this picture of the stunningly beautiful Lucy Griffiths! It struck me, how much she looked like the Rosalie I had imagined when I read Twilight! I was never quite satisfied with Nikki Reed as Rosalie. Nikki surely is beautiful, still, Lucy’s another sort of beauty, the beauty I pictured Rosalie to be. Have you read Twilight? What are your thoughts?

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Simply beautiful. If you haven’t seen BCC’s Robin Hood series with Richard Armitage and Lucy Griffiths, then do! Otherwise, you won’t get the beauty of this video.

”What does not kill you makes you stronger.”

I’m mad at myself for not making it bigger than this… I SUCK!

I know you judge me because of the last one!! …and that’s okay. I’m swooned.

My brain has literally crashed, I therefore ask you to oversee eventual spelling mistakes and grammar fails. Have I already done some? Never mind them. I did actually come up with some art today! On my way home a man said ”hello,” as we both waited for the light to turn green. I thought it was very nice and I said hello, too. We didn’t say anything else, I don’t know how it is in other countries, but in Sweden we don’t usually converse with strangers. Anywho, I thought that it would be fun if more people said hello to each other—and this image is the result of that.

I hope to soon hear from the owners of the forum. I really, really hope that they will consider using my forum design on their site! (The Armitage Army Forum)

To the fact that he is handsome there is no question
Many one girl has been lead into obsession
They claim that his voice makes them tremble with delight
Whenever they see him their eyes shine up bright

They also say that he has a truly good heart
That he opines when others depart
They even love him in spite of his aggravation
For they feel the same during their monthly menstruation
That he can face danger without showing fear
In particular if the one at risk is someone who’s dear

This way of being is by others rarely expressed
Even though the quality is quite often possessed
Yet, when they break down as things come in their way
When they curse and complain, and put on a display
The brave one’s heart tells him to do what is right
Even if hope is out of his sight

He therefore stays true to what he believes
And he never stops until he achieves
Whatever it is that has to be done
He never gives up or hide or run

He only gets discourage by the love of his life
The woman he wanted to one day call wife
For she was the one who saw good where there was none
It pains him that his actions cannot be undone
She made him want to become a better man
After her death he still does the best he can

Now he knows–it lies under everyone’s skin
Courage is something that comes from within
You just have to find it and think of your deeds
And remember that being brave doesn’t mean that one always succeeds

I feel quite proud–I’ve managed to rhyme ”menstruation” into a poem!

My dream begins in a store. I’m carrying a plastic bag with food, and as I get out into the street I’m looking for someone. Even though I’m not sure who I’m looking for, I’m getting more panicked for each second that passes by. Eventually, I see a brown-haired little girl, perhaps five years of age, sitting on a bench. It seems to be the person I was looking for, because I suddenly feel very relieved.

“Lucy!” I call, and the girl looks up. It seems like we know each other, although I’ve never seen her before in my life. “Lucy, I told you to stay outside the store. You cannot disappear like that, it scares me. You must never do that again—do you understand?”

“It’s okay,” says the little girl. “My feet were tired and Richard told me I could sit down on this bench. It’s not that far away from the shop, he said.”

Now I’m confused. “Richard? … Richard, who?”

“Richard that tells the bedtime stories,” Lucy replies and point at someone behind me.

“Hello,” says a deep, velvet voice behind me. My heart skips a beat and I turn my head slowly to the left. I have to bite my lip in order to stop myself from squealing like an obsessed Edward Cullen-fangirl. “I hope it wasn’t wrong of me to tell you sister she could sit down here while she waited for you. I held an eye at her,” he continues.

Sister? I didn’t know I had one. Nevertheless, since it’s a dream, I accept it.

“N-n-n-o. Of c-c-course not,” I say, the words getting stuck in my throat. I grin widely, and I’m feeling quite faint. (God, I’m such a sucker for handsome British men.)

Lucy pulls my jacket and I reluctantly take my eyes of Richard. She whispers something in my ear.

“Sure you can,” I say. “We have watch your bedtime stories at Cbeebies,” I explain to Richard. “She wants to tell you which one’s her favourite.”

“Right,” he says with a smile. “I’d love to hear it.”

“It’s the first one with the boy who’s hiding under his bed,” says Lucy. I know that one all to well and I smile at her for she is being so sweet. But then, Lucy continues by saying, “Do you know why it’s my favourite?”

Richard shakes his head. “Why?” he asks.

“Because when you say ‘Hi, I’m Richard’ she always giggles and bites her lip,” she replies, and I suddenly realize that she’s referring to me. “I think it’s funny.”

I meet his eyes and, though he smiles at me, I want to sink through the ground and disappear. “Well…” I confess. “We kind of watch them, both of us.”

He laughs a little and I’m not sure if it’s out of pity or because of he thinks that I’m mentally unstable.

“Right…” I manage to say after staring into his eyes for what could’ve been everything between one second and ten minutes. After all, this is a dream. You usually don’t have any sense of time in dreams, do you? “We should probably get going.”

Lucy takes my hand and we begin to walk away down an unfamiliar road.

“Wait,” Richard calls behind us and I turn around. “Would you like to… have a cup of coffee sometime?”
At this point, I’ve lost all sense and completely given myself to my dream. Of course he’s asking me to have coffee with him!

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. My head is spinning with happiness and I’m sure I shall faint any minute now.

“But,” Lucy interrupts, “you don’t like coffee. You don’t even like tea!”

I stare at her, then at Richard. He looks questioning, and all I want is to get rid of this Lucy kid that instant!

“We could perhaps have brunch, instead,” says Richard. “Or lunch, or dinner.”

Swoooooooon! You can probably tell how pleasing his words are to me. I have butterflies in my stomach and I feel as light as a feather. “Whatever works for you,” I say quickly.

We change phone numbers, I’m not sure if that’s what you do when you meet a gorgeous actor but in my dream it feels just like the right thing to do.

Then my dream gets blurry. There are some fragments of Richard touching my face, smiles and hugs. But they aren’t very coherent…

I went down town to meet up with a couple of friends! I hadn’t seen them for a year or so, we used to be classmates three years ago. We went to a café and I ordered the cheapest I could find, a minimal chocolate thing that tasted SO GOOD! Malin had to go quite early because she didn’t feel that well. But Jenny and I sat there for hours, four to be exact, just catching up on everything that had happened since last time we met. It was great! Then, my English teacher walked in and I was so happy to see her! Well, she’s actually not my teacher any more, but I still think of her as that…

On the way home the wind was blowing hard and the rain soaked me to the bone. But I was as happy as I could be. Perfectly contented. It was a great day! And tonight, I’ll be watching Public Enemies with my mum. We both like Johnny Depp a lot! I mean, unlike all the other women around the world…

This Tuesday my mother’s cousin Anna and her son David came to visit us. She lives in Angola, Africa, and we hadn’t seen them in three years. The moment they stepped into our flat I instantly felt like going to Africa myself! Perhaps I’ll go there to teach when I’m done with uni. I’m also considering to take Spanish as my other teaching-subject besides English. However, I’m not sure…

There was some picture that I felt I could post. They are taken in Croatia where I spent one week with my family this summer.

So… This post has a lot of different stuff in it. I hope you enjoyed it!

- Silly, silly, SILLY Sandra. Will you ever let go of these childish dreams and hopes of yours? If you keep waiting on a man like this to knock on your door forever, you most certainly shall die alone and unloved!

- But… I can’t help falling in love with men like these! I know falling for fictional men isn’t exactly a virtue, yet… Not only are they very handsome, passionate and in possession of gentlemanly manners—they are also truly devoted in their love and… and… Did I mention that they are incredibly handsome?

I just watched North & South. — Five out of five? — NO!!

Yes…

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I will, however, stay true to my daily report of less good news. Though, this time, I only have myself to blame. I’ve been chewing gum an awful lot and obviously also swallowed A LOT of air while doing so. As a consequence, I am now suffering from stomach pains… Oh, poor me. But on Monday, I’ll be back!

Why it was better: We had a great lecture course by Lars-Åke Kernell which was fun, interesting and it brought up questions and thoughts. Some which I already had, but also new ones that I know carry with me. Plus, I met my old neighbour, too! Emelie. She used to live next doors. Isn’t it a small world?

The reason for why it was worse: I just realised that I can’t login to see the streamed version of the lecture course. The students’ pages works just fine, though. How irritating and annoying…

So… As for my first day of uni it went well. I was disappointed by it since more than half of the ”introduction” was a big.. I’m not sure what to call it. They were advertising student committees and stuff instead of simply tell us about the school and what we were to expect of the education ahead of us! Okay, the last half an hour was dedicated to that, but still…

I made no friends, and I felt lonely. I miss my old friends. Mum said that I simply have to find myself a new Annelie and Ida, but no one could ever replace them, of course! Another thing I noticed was that a lot of people looked, and behaved, as if they weren’t the right person’s for becoming teachers. I know it’s a big university and that the points for getting in are very high, but still! Half of those should not have anything to do with children! They were acting like complete children themselves!

Okay, so there you have it. I hope that tomorrow will be better. Perhaps I’ll see Amanda. Perhaps not.

”A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks.” ~Charles Gordy
Now, that’s very true, Charles! … whoever you may be…

As for the kick-off… Um, it didn’t turn out that well. I was there one time but saw no one! Then I found a girl that looked like me—which means she stood there alone with a searching for something. Thankfully enough, she asked the question. I thought that I would at first, but the longer I waited the harder it got… Anyway, her name was Amanda! (I remember it because it was the head character’s name in LIA…) We sat there waiting for an hour or so. Then we saw a lot of people with bags from ”LR” which is the organization that held in the kick-off. SO, as far asI can tell, it seems like they started just before Amanda and I got there, and yes: WE WERE ON TIME!!

Tomorrow’s the first ”real” day of uni. I hope things turn out a little better than it did today…

Oh, well. Keep smiling, folks!

By Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

This surely has to be one of the best poems I have ever read. The flow is amazing!

I’m such a sucker for period dramas…

The mini-series Sense and Sensibility from 2008, of course based on the book by Jane Austen, is really as great as the film from 1995. When I first saw Alan Rickman (!) as Colonel Brandon in the film adaptation form 1995 I thought at first that it was a little strange to see him playing a character like that. But, naturally, I fell for him anyway. Now, when I saw the version from 2008—where Brandon is played by David Morrissey—I was even more bothered with the choice of actor. (I saw him in Basic Instinct 2, and I had to watch it with my mother, which was, to put it mildly, quite embarrassing. I really liked him, though, I certainly wouldn’t admit that to anyone. I’ve been teased a lot for liking old men from films, trust me!) However, as the scene when Marianne plays the piano for the first time was shown, and Brandon has that look in his eyes… Good God!

Um, so… yeah. What I was trying to say is that I somewhat like this version (2008) better than the one with AR (1995). My only problem is Dominic Cooper. I know that sounds horrible, but I’ve been annoyed by the way he acts ever since I saw ”Mamma Mia!” …

I’m not sure if I can rate this TV-series properly, still, I will do my best. Five out of five? Yeah, you guessed it!

[rating:5/5]

If you know what you want and work hard chances are that you’ll succeed with whatever it is that you want to achieve. It is, I think, somewhat of a universal truth. However, the problem today is that many people don’t know what they want, and therefore have troubles with achieving things as a consequence of that.

I am one of those people. My life seems too short, yet it have just begun. I’ve been thinking many times about what I would do if I could live forever. The answer is that I don’t know. I have no idea what to fill my life with. I have my dreams, but are they realistic, or, at least, somewhat attainable?

There are a lot of things left to be learnt about life, but I’ve begun to wonder if I really want to learn it? As I constantly flip between my daydreams — of times that has been which I never got the chance to be part of, and times to come which I won’t be able to survive and experience — I sometimes wonder if there are some point to all of it. Would it matter if I had the chance to live another life, or would it just be the same struggle to break free and escape to another life once again?

I know nothing of life, at least not much, and I find myself having troubles with truly enjoying it. So what’s the point, really?

Times were good back then. I had dreams; I wanted to achieve things. And the best part was that I knew – I was absolutely certain – that with my brains, my lovely friends and my supporting family, nothing could stand in my way.

Nothing I knew of, at least.

On the fifth of September I was going out with some friends. It was Jane’s birthday and we wanted to surprise her by buying a ticket to the cinema. Jane’s parents weren’t poor, but they weren’t exactly rich either. We had saved up some money so that we could buy tickets for ourselves, too, of course, though, most of the money came from Jess’s father. I’m not so sure any more what his occupation was, but I recall that it had to do with cars, and that he was fairly successful in his business.

The weather was wonderful that night. It was a warm evening so we didn’t need anything else but our cardigans to keep us warm.

I remember Jane’s new dress that her mother had made for her – baby blue with a red silk ribbon at the waist. She was so beautiful, she always was; always twice as pretty as the rest of us. She was a natural beauty, nothing about her could be improved.

The film we were going to see was A Kiss before Dying. I can never recall what it was about, I just remember the title.

After the film, my friend Alice offered me a lift home. I thanked her no, because my brother was supposed to pick me up. He would worry if I went without his knowledge, I told her. She gave me a soft kiss at the cheek and waved before she got into her father’s car.

“Tell Bud I said hi, will you?” she asked me with a wide smile. She’d had a crush on him for a long time.
I promised her I would.

Little did I know, I wasn’t going to keep that promise. My brother didn’t show up that night. I was forced to get home on my own by foot. But I never made it there.

Curious now, aren’t you? You want to know what happened to me, don’t you? Did someone kidnap, ravish or murder me? I’m sure all these things is spinning around in your head right now.

However, I am writing this; so I can’t be dead. Yet, I am not alive. I guess I’m something in between. Since I’m not dead I cannot die. I do not need to feed or drink, sleep or even breathe, although I like to do all those things. I don’t think anyone really knows what I am, at least no one could ever explain it. But there are others like me.

Anyway, let’s head back to where we cut off; I’m walking home by myself because my brother failed to remember he was supposed to pick me up.

So, I’m on my way home and it’s getting darker every minute. The air is getting cooler and the Sun is about to set behind the trees. My feet are aching in my high heeled shoes. I pull my cardigan closer to me. Then I had an idea. What if I took the short cut through the woods?

I know what you’re thinking. You think that’s the worst idea you have ever heard of. That is just because you know something happened to me that day. But okay, so who doesn’t know of the stupidity of walking alone in the woods at dawn, right? I admit that I it doesn’t top my list of great ideas that I’ve had, but it seemed all right at the time.
So I left the road and turned my steps into the woods. I even took my shoes off. It was getting darker and soon I would hardly be able to see anything. Perhaps it would have been better if I’d stayed in the road. At least there a car might have seen me. But I was almost home now. Just a few more hundred meters. Soon I would see the big oak next to my home. At least that’s what I told myself.

After another ten minutes or so, I couldn’t tell for sure because it felt like forever, I was getting the feeling that I was lost. The Sun had set and I could hardly see anything. I didn’t know how to get back to the road. Would someone hear me if I called for help? Or would that be another bad idea?

Turns out, it was. But how was I supposed to know that? I filled my lungs with air and made a half-hearted attempt to scream. “Hello? Help! Could someone help me, please?” There was no answer. I sunk down onto the ground and felt tears burning in my eyes. God, I want to go home, I thought.

Then I heard a tree branch break behind me. “Is there anyone there?” I called out into the darkness. Again, there was no reply. The sound had filled me with a little bit of hope, though. Of course, it could’ve been an animal, but I wanted to believe it was a human being. Someone that could take me home to mum and dad.

“Hello?” I sad again. “Please, tell me if there’s anybody out there?” No one replied, but I heard a new sound. It was the sound of deep, heavy breaths. The sound of it made me shiver. A wave of unpleasantness and fear made its way up along my spine. “H-hello?” I was surprised my voice was still audible. From the feeling I had in my body it should have been impossible for me to speak. I was so afraid.

Something touched my arm. It made me shiver, but I was already shaking too hard to notice. Then two hand took a grip of my shoulders and pulled me too my feet. “Hi, sweet,” a seductive male voice said. “Why are you up this late?”

“I… I… I’m so sorry, Sir, I… Would you please take me home? Please?”
“What’s your name, sweet?”
“Rebecca. My name is R-R-Rebecca. Would you please, please, take me home, Sir?”
“Rebecca,” the man repeated as if he tasted the word. “What a pretty name. Where do you live?”

A flood of calm run through me and I managed to relax a little. I told him where I lived, and what number my house was.

“I am sorry, Rebecca, I never heard of any street by that name,” he said without the least pity in his voice. “You smell so good,” he continued and I could feel him sniff my hair.
Who was he? Was he going to… do things to me? Bad things? The way he acted made me uncomfortable.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” I pleaded.
He chuckled quietly. “I’m not sure I can promise that. So sorry.” He sure didn’t sound sorry, but I was too afraid to notice. Now his lips where next to my ear. “I’m so glad I met you, Rebecca. Be a good girl, don’t scream.”
The next second I felt a sudden pain on the left side of my neck. I gasped for air and tried to pull him away from me. I couldn’t. He was hard as stone and solid as a rock.

He drank of my blood. I could feel him sucking it out of my pulsing artery. It felt horrible. I felt my life running out of me.

Now do you know what I am? What he was? He was a monster. A bloodsucking creature who took my life and everything I loved from me. I’m not sure what the worst part of it was. That he robbed me of everything I had, including my life, or the fact that he left me without a word. Abandoning me; his newborn. He had a responsibility, but I guess he didn’t care. He refused to complete what he’d created.

I didn’t understand what was wrong with me until the thirst started, and my eyes was blinded by the Sun and the skin on my body was burned by its beams. I was lucky to find a shelter the next morning to hide from the Sun. I stayed there all day while my stomach ached with thirst and hunger. When the night came I went out and searched until I found a small stream from which I drank some water. I realised that it didn’t satisfied my thirst completely. I found some berries which I ate, but just to throw them right back up again.

Now I know that it was because my body isn’t able to break down food like it used to when I was human. Back then, I never understood it. My eyes adjusted well in the dark. My other senses became much clearer, too. I heard things from far away as clear as if they’d happened right behind me. It took me some time to get used to the tiny audible differences. I could smell new things, too. Did you know, for example, that water smells like citrus and vanilla? At least that’s how I’d describe it. It even had its own taste, now. The water in the first stream tasted freshly of mint. Later I would discover that tap water tastes dull and metallic, sometimes a bit rusty depending on the pipes. That’s why I prefer bottled water. I don’t drink that much water, though. When I do it’s mostly because I’m thirsty or restless. It kinds of calms me, but it never truly pleases me or satisfy my thirst completely. At least not the hunger. It would be as if you drank water instead of eating food. You’d survive longer, but you’d still be very hungry.
The lack of sleep during night didn’t bother me. I figured I didn’t have to sleep at all. I tried to, though, when the Sun was up, though, I was able to be up during daytime as long as the Sun was covered by clouds. The risk, however, of some sunbeams breaking through often made me stay hidden. I was badly burned once and I never wish to feel the extreme pain of fire licking my skin ever again. Although, it was through this experience that I discovered my new ability of healing rapidly. I could cut myself badly, the wound would heal almost immediately and it wouldn’t even leave a scar. I could also run impossible fast and I got much stronger than I’d ever thought I’d could be.

Have you guessed yet? Do you know what I am? Yes, I’m a vampire.

By the time I was changed, I’d heard of vampires before. I just never believed they actually existed. Dracula was just a scary tale. Everyone knew that. I guess you don’t believe in vampires either, do you? Well, you may call me a liar. I don’t really care if you do.

Just don’t make jokes about me biting you. It’s so not funny. And I would do it.

Sandra Sundberg © This text is not to be copied or in any way used without permission! ;)

I used to watch Star Trek as a child. I was intrigued, or at least so I’ve been told. I don’t remember much apart from hiding behind the couch as some of characters lost their skin and turned into lizards. The film was really good, not great, but still: 4/5 for sure! I was disappointed that there was only one woman in the crew with more than ten minutes of screen time, though…

The old Spock was back, and the younger version was played splendidly by Zachary Quincy! (Sorry for any spelling mistakes there.) The picture is from my favourite scene! Um, yeah… Uhura kisses Spock. It took forever to find a somewhat not-entirely-rubbish screen cap from youtube!

[rating:4/5]

But this woman was strong and decisive. One night before she went to work in the town’s filthy pub she asked the angels to bless her with one more child. If she could have but one daughter, she would have nothing more to ask for, for as long as she lived.

That night a young traveller came to the town. The woman was intrigued by him and later that night she offered herself to him. Nine months later the woman gave birth to a baby girl. No words of this world could describe her happiness. But her sons were jealous, and as the girl grew up, becoming more and more beautiful for each day, her brothers’ jealousness grew stronger. In an attempt to get rid of her, the brothers called their own sister a witch and accused her for witchcraft. It was decided that she should be thrown into the sea: if she sank she was no witch, if floated she was to be burned until the flames consumed her.

The mother was devastated, but there was nothing she could do. And so, the girl was thrown into the ocean. She sank, of course, and her brothers were hanged for their false accusations. But what none one knew was that the girl had been blessed with something that made her unique among mankind: immortality.

Sandra Sundberg © This text is not to be copied or in any way used without permission! ;)

That’s all for now!

Get a better look: Snow White Masquerade Dress • Tatiana Grey Dress • Lavinia Fairytale Dress

These were my entries to the Miss Bimbo Design Contest. I was very excited as I was quite sure that if my designs didn’t make it through to the finale, there would be some killer designs to vote for! I was tremendously disappointed. I have no words… You can see the finalists here (click)!

For some time now, I’ve been trying to take inspiration from it and to turn it into a theme. It’s been hard, and many hairs have been pulled through the process. I’ve now come to the realisation that the reason why there are so few dairy and notebook themes is because themes like that are quite hard to pull off, almost impossible even. So that’s it, I give up. Or at least; I give it a rest…

Jag har letat efter inspiration till ett nytt dagbokstema till min blogg. Jag älskar det minimalistiska temat jag använder just nu, men det skulle samtidigt vara roligt att vara lite mer kreativ och orginell. Men att hitta ett bra dagbokstema är svårt. Jag hittade temat på bilden ovan då jag egentligen sökte efter något annat. Jag har försökt ett tag att ta inspiration från bilden och göra ett tema av den. Det har varit svårt och en hel del hår har slitits under tiden. Nu har jag insett att anledningen till varför det finns så få dagboksteman är för att de är rätt svåra att lyckas med, nästan omöjliga till och med. Så jag ger up. Eller, åtminstone låter jag det vila ett tag…

I have been visiting Anne Julie now and then for the past two years or so. I love her art so much, and a while ago she published these on her blog. Now, aren’t they simply amazing?

Jag har besökt Anne Julie från och till de senaste två åren. Jag älskar hennes konst, och för ett tag sedan publicerade hon bilderna ovan på sin blogg. Är de inte helt fantastiska?

I HAVE MOVED! FIND ME HERE:
theunicorndiary.com

This is what happens when my internet connection is lost. It has been for more than a week, but now it’s finally working again!

Okay so, basically this is what happened… As I was running through the grass, completely unaware of where I sat my feet, I unwillingly stepped on a snake, which, of course, freaked out and bit me. Now, the actual bite didn’t hurt, it didn’t feel at all. However, my foot swell due to the poison, so now it hurts A LOT! At first sight, I thought it looked kind of cool with a tiny vampirish-looking bite mark on my foot. Now, I don’t. I can barely walk, and it’s day three! There are some pictures for you, but since I don’t want anyone to crash their computer by literally vomiting all over it, I decided I’d better give you a link instead of just posting them at the top of this post…

Click here to continue to the distasteful pictures of my grotesque right foot and calf.

Since the weather was anything but fun yesterday mum and I went out for a walk. Here are some shots I took. Today the weather’s much improved, though! I can’t spot one single cloud in the sky.

Jag blir så trött när internet inte gör som jag vill – fungera! Har suttit hela eftermiddagen och irriterat mig på snigeluppkopplingen. Har däremot kunnat fixa lite med nuvarande bloggtemat och känner mig nu helt nöjd! I framtiden blir det kanske en ny header, men tills vidare känner jag mig tillfreds med bloggens utseende.

I get so tired when the Internet doesn’t do what I want it to – work! I spent all afternoon being annoyed at its slow speed. However, I have been able to do some changes to my current blog theme and I feel very pleased with it! In the future I might change the header, but for now I feel satisfied with the appearance of the blog.

We finally got back to the summer house where my camera was hiding. I got a few shots before the battery died, lucky enough, though, I hadn’t left the charger at home. I like the first or the last one best, I’m not sure. What do you think?

Who needs furnishing anyway?

I was listening to Madonna, ”Vouge” and I got inspired. Unfortunately my Canon was left in our summer house, so I had to use the web cam on my Mac. Which one do you like the better?

Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror I see the reflection of a gorgeous superwoman. Today’s not one of those days, though. I’ve had very few of them lately.

Dagen med Annelie var fantastisk. Vi gick till Delsjön, var där till klockan fyra, gick hem, jag fick skoskav. På hemvägen inhandlade vi grönsaker och knäckebröd. Sallad växer i en blomlåda på balkongen, så det behövde vi inte oroa oss för. Jag misslyckades med att steka köttet, Annelie räddade det, stjärnkocken. Sedan visade jag Annelie min Mac, vi såg på youtubeklipp. Batteriet tog slut, så vi såg på Mean Girls på TV4+ sedan följde jag henne till spårvagnen och jag kunde äntligen ta en efterlängtad dusch.

Nu sitter jag här, ensam i en öde längenhet. Det är sanslöst vad jag saknar kaninen!

Jag tycker att de båda tidigare Twilight-filmerna har varit riktigt bra, men Eclipse var faktiskt ännu bättre. Som avgiftad twiligtbesatt är det osäkert huruvida mitt omdöme är tillförlitligt, men jag ger ändå filmen fyra av fem. Jag får helt enkelt sänka de två tidigare filmerna till starka treor.

Filmen höjdpunkt var Jacobs kyss. Helt perfekt. Ja, jag är Team Jacob. Jag kan inte förstå hur man kan vara någonting annat. Att välja Edward fram Jacob är som att välja… det näst bästa framför det bästa, förstår ni vad jag menar?

Slutligen vill jag säga: TEAM JACOB FOR THE WIN!!!!

För ett tag sedan kommenterade jag min kompis Linns profilbild på Facebook och sade att hon borde bli modell men bli kvitt glödpinnen hon hade mellan läpparna. I går kväll bad hon mig försöka retuschera bort cigaretten. Jag sa att det kunde bli svårt, men se så bra det blev!

A while ago I left a comment on my friend Linn’s profile picture on Facebook, and said that she should become a model, though, get rid of the thing between her lips. Yesterday evening she asked me to try to retouch the cigarette. I told her it would be hard, but look how well it went!

I’m not as geeky as I was just five years ago, however, this trailer makes me quite excited!

Header till Erinas fotoblogg: erinaflinkman.weebly.com. Visst är flickan i mitten söt? Kolla in sidan, klicka bara på länken!

I just ate, and before that I went out for a run with dad. Now, I’m watching soccer. It’s Italy against New Zealand. But, to be honest, it’s pretty boring… Anyway, GO ITALY!

Så kan det gå när man gör som man vill! Ha ha ha ha! … ha ha! … bu hu…
Förlåt för att jag viskar. Det är pinsamt att prata högt i min extremt lyhörda lägenhet. Vill inte att grannarna skall tro att jag är schizofren eller nått!

Miss Bunny very much likes to eat my mum’s plants, which isn’t very appreciated…

I cut the lawn today. It was hard work, but someone had to do it! No, it was actually well needed; I could use some exercise after the candy I ate last night.

It is very tranquil out here, although yesterday the neighbours had guests whose dogs barked constantly. It annoyed us and messed with our heads. It rained a lot yesterday, as well. Today’s been pretty good so far, but the temperature’s dropping now.

I’m having troubles engaging the rabbit with things to do. She wants to race across the lawn and eat until she suffocates. However, we’ve seen a very large bird, and I have this scenario in my head where the bird takes my baby bunny… Nonetheless, she has to have some exercise to make her endurable tonight, not all jumpy and impatient.

As we were on our way to my brothers classroom I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and there she was, my old form-mistress! She embraced me and said, ”Hi, I saw you from a distance and I just had to say hello. How are you?” I told her I was fine and that I my upper secondary school had been amazing. Then I told her I was going to university, and that I wanted to become a teacher. She smiled, I smiled. It felt like yesterday…

Still, I didn’t feel too nostalgic about it, although, as we where in my brother’s classroom I felt the urge to sit down and relive it once again. I’m very happy it’s over, though, but I also long for the day I return to school as a teacher. Who needs a bachelor or masters degree anyway? I want to teach, and I wanna do it NOW!

Since I wanted a blog this time instead of a portfolio I knew I wanted a name which contained either ”diary” or ”notebook”. My first thought was Her Secret Diary, though, naturally, that name was already taken. I went on thinking, brainstorming of what I wanted to publish in my blog, and what kind of things I like.  I love horses, and I love to read, especially fictiton and fantasy. I knew I wanted to publish book reviews and my art, as well as simply blog about my everyday life as a university student. Unicorn! I thought. It’s a horselike fairytale creature and it even has ”uni” in it, just like uni-versity does!

Here are some advice for picking a good domain name for your site:

• It should be easy to remember, e.g. a name that enables the reader to create a mental picture
• It should be both readable and pronounceable
• It should be relevant to the websites content, e.g. The Baby Name Guru should write of baby names, not car sales
• It should create a feeling to the reader, e.g. Oh No They Didn’t! makes you curious

However, above all, it should be a name which represents you as a person, your work or whatever it is that you wish to convey to the world!

We all know the feeling when you get a text, right? I, at least, get all excited! However, it seems like it’s always generated messages nowadays… From Comviq, or H&M… And so, all the excitement is gone instantly.

Solen skiner, det är knappt ett moln på himlen och kvicksilvret kokar i termometern! Eller, nja, kanske inte det sista, men jag svettas hursomhelst som en gris! Var nyss på studentmottagning hos Tilda, men det var så mycket folk att vi knappt hittade henne. Elof Lindälvs gymnasium, vilken röra! Hundrafemtioelva klasser samtidigt! Vi hittade i alla fall hennes flak, som tur var. Snart blir det studentmottagning ute på gården!

Me and mum went shopping today, since a friend of mine is graduating tomorrow and we had to buy her something. But except for a present, I found a pair of shoes for 69 SEK! That’s about… 7 euros, or 9 US dollars! Unfortunately they hadn’t got my usual size, but I managed to sqeeze my feet into a smaller pair! Oh, happy day. :)

Klockan är strax innan nio på morgonen och mamma kommer in i rummet. ”Vet du vad vi skall göra idag?” kvittrar hon glatt. Nyfiken vänder jag mig om och ser frågande på henne. ”Vi skall VACCINERA oss!” Chocken slog emot mig och jag fick en panikångestattack med dödsskräckskrik och tårar som sprutade.

Först skall jag förtydliga att detta inte var någonting mamma kom på bara sådär, det var någonting vi diskuterat tidigare eftersom fästingar med TBC har påträffats i närheten där vi har sommarstuga. Men att mamma kommer in så där på morgonen och förkunnar att hon bokat tid vid elva… det funkar inte!

Nu är det gjort hursomhelst. Vi hade världens bästa läkare och jag hoppas verkligen vi får henne nästa gång också. Fästingvaccinet måste tas i tre doser – såklart, det hade väl inte varit nog med EN ångestattack, utan TRE?

Nu skall jag laga mat! Tjing på er så länge!

I have tried to write this letter at least a hundred times by now, and I begin to fear that I will never succeed in finishing it. Words seem useless when it comes to express the way I feel about you. No matter what I write, it is never enough. What I feel is beyond words.

To me, love seemed so silly and childish. I thought it was a feeling like any other, a pleasant warmth inside of one’s chest. You taught me that love is so much more than that. You have shown me a new side of love, of life even, which was earlier unfamiliar to me. I always thought that what I felt for Christian was love. I realise now that it was not. Until I met you I never understood, that what I really felt for him was simply the affection that comes with safety and the comforting knowledge of having someone to rely on.

My love for you is so very different. Yet, no matter how great my love for you might be—no matter how much my bewitched body and intoxicated soul suffer when we are apart—I cannot deny the fact that there is still a part of me which loves Christian. Even though my love for him is of a different kind, it still breaks my heart to think of what pain I will cause him by letting him know about my feelings for you. How can I explain without hurting him so tremendously? I have already seen how my recently frigid behaviour has wounded him. He is not the sort of person who forgives easily. I fear that he will hate me forever if I leave, that I will never be forgiven. I know that my cowardice surely will strike back at me one day, but it does not change the fact that I’m too faint-hearted to leave Christian. I do not ask of you to understand this—how could you?—even I hardly can. All I ask is that you accept it. I have no right to ask you to overlook my weakness; still, I wish you would. Forgive me. Please, try to forgive me for not being as brave and decisive as you. I’m plain, of that I’m painfully aware, but it is in my nature. I beg you not to be crossed with me because of my character—it is nothing I can help.

I feel so lost. I’m torn between affections and reason. My heart tells me not to let you go, but my head tells me I have to. This distress has made me shed many tears. I have come to realise that you deserve far better than anything I can possibly offer. It was not easy to accept this insight; nonetheless, it cannot be ignored. My final decision has therefore been made. We can no longer see each other. You, as well, must acknowledge this. It is my wish, that we from this day on must be strangers to one another. This letter shall be the only proof of that we were ever in love.

Human beings have always had a tendency of longing for what they cannot have. It is the way of the world. And so, we must learn to live with the loss of what we desire the most.