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Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Sainthood

ORIGINAL AND BEST:






Miss it. Miss it all.

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That is Jockey. He is about as fab as me and you put together, which, considering me, is unthinkably fab.


A vegan cafés opened two blocks away. It's bigger than expected, with soups and odd furniture. My poor as sdidn't enter - but another day. I took my tofu and kept walking.



To lighten up the last term of school before we separate forever, my friends and I have begun a "dare" session. Until the end fo the term, we will dare each other to do things, most taken from a little book we have, and most things on the expense of ourselves. People will consider us weird, and everyone rejoice at the lack of shame we keep in spite of being teenagers. Fantastically beautiful prospect.

Today, we had our first art class, sitting around a table drinking tea. When the new teacher came to saying my name, I said wioth a straight face and grave tone that "This time I will answer, but in the future I prefer if you refer to me as Fabio". Ultimately, Fabio is my gay alter-ego, who is not as fab as he'd like to be. Some sort of Adam Lambert mashup with Kurt and a persona utterly dorky.



I shall go to the bathroom now. TMI.

Tags: duck
Current Mood: bouncy

Fondest memories, on the top of my head;

London, friends, my crush, Elin, writing and veganism.

London the second time up was.. gigging and meeting friends and feeling painfully content. In the way, when you know that the feeling you have is perfect, but not what to do to keep it.

My friends have been a tough one for me, through our inconsistency. I've had trouble balancing who I am and standing up for me with their moods and my moods and our differences. In the end, we've come off kickass.

The crush I had and have let's face it, lit things up. Heightened the festival xperience, brought out points and fuckwits I hadn't counted on.

Elin and I are friends without doubt, I guess more now, because my sister is off. She's simply gbest.

Writing was setting a goal and reaching it; finishing a second story which I'm proud of, still. It's not fully edited and that's my fault, but it shows much of me. I like it. I've made a couple of tries to start other projects and failed, but I don't doubt myself.

Becoming vegan was a part of a process where I'm less of an idiot and not as concerned about how I come off to others. While it's been my goal to live as I see fit for a long time, my perspective has been overshadowed by my sense for clichés and some scaredness to be really fucking into something and passionate about it. While vegan doesn't define me as a person, being vegan is because of who I am. And that's that, a big issue in the way that sexuality is a big issue if others fight me.

My low points have been my doubt about my future, my lacking contact with my cousin and struggling with irl and net friends.

I have always had the urge to study; I still do. I also cannot face a prospect wherein I study here, then travel a little and keep studying. My fingers itch and I hate the idea; I want the challenge, I want to do the reckless things that are out of bounds for being so uncharacteristically illogical. I haven't made up my mind, yet.

Cousin and I get along well,yeah, but not quite as much. I think it's okay, because she's got a new bf and great friends, I just hope we'll remain tight. Idk

Friends. Have been good, been awful. Lost touch with several people online but met others. Hell, good year.

I wouldn't redo the year; I'm faintly proud of what I've done and who ui am, although it's very obviously a thing-in-the.-making. I need a few music tips, though.

Happy new year. Much goodies and humps

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Current Mood: tired

World, of persons and your personas!

I am, yet again, in scotland. I indulge in irn-bru (the rumours of gelatine and animal contents are disspelled) and stuff. Like beans and tofu. I am coherently living in a cliché - isn't it loveable?

I thought i'd spice this up with pictures, pictures of a duck and of my boots, but doing that from a mobile isn't wortwhile. Instead, here goes verbal visuals;

Christmas dinner was surprise with little fuss and much delish; paté and bread met salads in colours from saffron to plum purple. Ella hung on to her phone and chewed her lip until her bf rang; she smiled and said that the day would be good, he was on the way

196 presents with rhymes, opened and watched and enjoyed and touched, felt, smelt, thrown in the time of 5 hours. My tummy went heavy with homemade sweets.


We're here now. No one really wonders about us kids as persons here, I think that's what makes me both comfy and isolated. Mum loves these people: they also tells us that we should do whatever we like, and if I have opinions about moral choices it is because I'm in a phase. I hope I never come out of that phase.

I was so relieved/nervous last night when I realised I'll be going to london, soon, in april. Straight after the last trip, I've decided that amanda palmer must be seen just a few days after my birthday, and that i 'll do much to prove to the mum I can go and meet people I trust and also to be there. Because. I want much.


This comes off as a slight bit angsty, but I'm restless while here. identity tugs at me; this country isn't at individualised. I'll answer 2009/2010 questionnaires and rejoice at a later time. Tomorrow or so

For now, SQUEE

Current Location: orkney

This post will make less sense.

Hair:

( more pictures and a dude-rant )

London is on Saturday.

This have to do before London (And London is cafés! Gig! Hairdye! Laura! Relatives! yay!)

*marking places to eat on a map
*listing what we want to do.. a few things. I don't want to overplan but it's all on me wohoohoh
*book bus
*add luggage
*fix pressies
*ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Pack?

Idk
maybe



BYE OMGGAY LAWL

All cred and source goes to the still oh so fantastic blog.


Tonight begins NaNoWriMo.

Gahhhh!

Sharpen your elbows, bring out your plot bunnehs and be stoked. I've got corn crisps and fresh coffee, chocolate and work tomorrow. I don't want to imagine it could be better.


xx

duckypoison

Tags: nanowrimo

Without dramatasing my return to livejournal after two weeks - where do you pick up the thread? I never wrote true words frequently.

I'm sitting at the second computer in my house (we have three stationary, one tiny laptop and one normal) and I am waiting for files to move from my memory stick to my recently instaleld computer. it's not brand new or any thing, I have just been fooling around with the operation system and failing a bit, because I'm a n00b.

My mum asked me to come over and talk to her, but I postponed her because my limbs are tired.

I've been listening in all my amusement to Katy Perry and Panic! At the disco. I think I wrote that correctly.

Sainthood! That record is wonderful. Bought it today, after many listens on Tegan And Sara's MySpace, and I wasn't disappoitned in the lyrics. The sound was already there in my head, and the best song at that moment brought those watery things to my eyes (I have allergies against good songs) and I'm all joy and expectation about not overlistening this album. I have never overlistened these twins, actually.


I'll be back to post pictures and be more comprehensive + slightly itneresting, later on. I have a strange urge to familiarise myself with unknown internet places, and will mayhaps explore this impulse.

Tags: duck, hair, nanowrimo, sainthood, tegan and sara
Current Mood: artistic

This weekend, approx. 300 people dressed up, and walked through Stockholm. The undead had risen...


^me

The rets of the images DIED ON ME so I edited this entry and removed the fake links.

It was great fun, and I would elaborate, but I really have to go to bed now.

xx

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Current Mood: contemplative
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