you make it all come alive

Yesterday was too good for words. The most amazing people, drool-worthy buffet, jumping on the bed yelling like a hyena to oldies but goodies, classic disney hits, karaoke, laughter and never ending love made me wake up with a smile on best friends couch. The hangover is worth it when you're drunk on love. The people in my life take my breath away. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

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the roll.....I'M ON IT!

• Morning jog- check!
• Laundry- check!
• Sunshine outside- check!
• rock-hooker outfit picked out- check!
• wetting my pants of excitement for tonight- check!
• fucking loving life- CHECK DAMNIT!!!!!

heya!

Gloomy misty rainy weather. Ipod and acoustic tunes. A walk against the sunset with doggy and a smile of the rather honest kind. It feels so good.

Ok so, tomorrow is one of those "ARE WE THERE YET?!!!!"-days and I'm pretty damny certain I'll be on a never ending roll from AM to PM (to AM again). Work is giving us a dinner at a fancy-pantsy ristorante, because we're the awesome-est of employees. Or, you know, not. But we're entitled to one of these events/dinners once or twice a year cause the company is NAICE. Ok sweetpants, I need to spend some time with my new book, a guy is an infiltrator for both the polish mafia AND for the swedish police; it's all just a big fat mess and I'm crapping my pants with excitement.

I'm riding off the rails

We spent some time together today, the stepmaster and I. Quality time. He's such a sweetheart and I was sweating like a motherbitch. HEYYY MACARENA!!

*rolling on floor laughing*

down goes another one

Headphones. Curled up in bed. Letting loose of the melody that keeps me sane.

Everyday feels like a monday, there is

no escaping from the heartache

I cry a little, over how these guys are the only ones able to keep me on the ground with simply chords. It only takes as much, and I'm human. No one will ever mean more to me than those chords and melodies, not a single person will be able to touch my soul to the extent music does.

Standing in front of my biggest inspiration at a live gig is the mightiest feeling I have ever felt in my entire life, every single time, the whole world is reduced to that very moment, when the first sound is flowing. I am myself to the fullest when the music plays.

If this is the last song I'll ever sing, I'm giving it everything

in the strangest of times, you get in touch with the sanest of you.

Yesterday was a motherbitch. Today is just a hoe. My wisdom tooth is having a party in my jaw and the fever of yesterday is lurking in the shadows. The gym session is cancelled but a power walk is on the agenda, new and fairly unavailable music is filling my room and plans are in the making. As much as paper covers rock, Mcfly covers all tooth ache in the world.

what is this fuckery?

Somehow I hurt my arm when crawling into the tent while camping 2 days ago and the smooth little pain took over my life last night and the only way to keep it that doesn't make me cry is over my head. Spent the night sleeping on my stomach with my arm over my head which resulted in me waking up a gazillion and one times due to extreme uncomfy-ness. Could've been worse though. I'm kinda fine, if I walk around like this:

Which I will.

Later!

There is a difference between being alive and live.

We're living

woship the mothersun

I feel slightly un-well. I'm not sick, I don't feel like crap. I'm just un-well. Freezing and sweating, it's all just a freakshow really. I am, however, heading outside to consume some of those D-vitamins [vait:uh:minns] not [vitt:ahh:minns] seeing as I am a sun-whore along with Zoë and Holly, and we need to worship (or WOSHIP as zozo prefers to call it, apparently) the mothersun. On that note, I'm out.

where words fail, music speaks.

Music can take you anywhere, everywhere, nowhere. It's the phenomenon that enables you to freely fall into the hands of the future, the past and make whatever you want to with the present. Music makes me creative and provides meaning to whatever lacks significance, if my days are big empty rooms with walls vibrating to the slightest noise, music makes it crowded and the walls bulletproof, gathers my thoughts into a play-dough of concreteness. British boys spoke to me about surfing the sun as it starts to rise, they taught me how to love music, and american boys of this century made me comfortable with my own mind and pushed me in the right direction, towards myself.

We can sprawl across the floor, staying up until its four,

make your eyes my entertainment for the night.

What would be left without it is a nothing emptier and in more pieces than a heart broken by love because it would stem from abstraction, music is separated from what makes everything unnecessarily complicated; that is why it never fails you.

Where words fail, music speaks.

and off to wuuuurk we go

just breathe. again. and again.

I'm running lightyears behind. Slightly paralyzed, in a good way (if there is one?). No biggie. Just in need of slow-mode. When the body says HEY!, you obey. That's the way the story goes.

Pfffffffhh!!

Off to work. LETS ROCKnROLL UNTIL IT ALL FADES AND ONLY GIGGLES SURVIVED!

When the gym is surprisingly closed, you eat 4 pears....Just sayin'.

Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine.

we don't waste no precious time.

How the hell are you suppose to grow (if yo won't let me blow? HAHA. sorry, Friends-reference) no but how can you develop and grow if you don't do things that challenge you and shakes you to the core? Leaving a comfort zone is of course individual for every person and it doesn't have to entail a 6 months backpacking mission in the desert or a life altering decision, it could be those little things in the every day life that makes your stomach twist n tumble and have you wondering"what on earth am I doing?". I believe development and growth comes from:

1. questioning your comfort zone, your everyday life;

2. reflecting on what you have, what you want and what you could never do;

3. doing that thing you think you could never do;

4. being terrified. crying a little;

5. breaking down;

6. acknowledging how life never happens if you don't break down once in a blue moon;

7. getting out of the situation with a new life perspective;

8. repeat procedure;

9. be invincible.

If you start me up I'll never stop.

Tupac Shakur

"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened. Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on."

stay around, maybe, I can be a better me

Simple confusionnnn

Hey fellas and fell...ettes?

Just got a sudden feeling I wanna be in the Simpson. Like IN the Simpson. In Springfield that is. I feel like I would fit right in. Ok to the point (or not cause it's really totally useless info. but since when did we care? Since never, that's when)

What a delightful night I had. JOKES. It was painful to say the least. Sure thing, I'm the master of positive thinking but this just wasn't funny. Spent the night alone at my friends' place, and apparently the builders of this remarkable building decided to make the walls out of that-thing-that-is-lighter-than-air and every sound made the doggy go crazy bananas and yell like a hyena, consequently waking me up about 3 times an hour. Because apparently the nightly peeps living in this building is the entire family of Cullen, they're moving stuff, running up and down the stairs, baking, cleaning, redecorating and whatnot. I'm so tired feel slightly hungover.

Made myself a glass of red wine, and since that is not at all my style, being all women-ly and shit, I'm having riskakor (some things my brain just doesn't wanna translate. grab yourself a dictionary you englishers) and mixed the women-ly drink with some sprite. THERE! Time to create some magic.

Later!

My favorite highway

Oh deario, have I had a good day. Did indeed have quite an awesome one yesterday too, but there is just something about getting twice as much money for 99% less work. Ya know?

If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my kiwis.

(completely pointless blog entry, but I just figured I needed to acknowledge my existence. If you don't exist online, you don't exist someone said. I just kinda got to me)

Later, precious ones!

everything is light as air when you're around. the memories feed me

you don't get much else done, when you curl you hair into a whirlwind of dreams.

I heart u.

"Seriously though, I have so much admiration for your attitude. You have the best, healthiest outlook on life out of every one I know, you really do".

- Zoë Woodward

hang me up to dry

You're playing it again and again and it gets stuck deeper and deeper. The Cold War Kids - Hang me up to dry

me and my millions will break you down with awesomeness

we will not comfort you when you're fed up

cause we're dancing in the bright light

if ya talk dirty, believe me I will cuff u

Evening was spent with ladies that made my heart giggle. Kicking back in YOUR apartment, taking in the lonesome and having bubbly in a red cup. Thank you for being alive.

So much love.

just for a slight second

New life, new inspiration, deep breaths.

Been a whirlwind, tears have flooded my poor excuse for pretty face and pushed me down for just a slight second, I'm never down for more than a slight second. Now I'm on that top I've been missing when a second felt like a lifetime and I'm not alone up here. New-to-my-heart people pushed me forward and made me feel like a million bucks. While one left for a while, two came closer forever. My heart is crowded.

I'm off to spend time with a girl whose 1,000,000 clones would create world peace. You should envy me.

eeeh

The undoubtedly most epic thing happened today at the gym. I'm on the crosstrainer resembling the niagra falls (with elegance. don't think less of me) and somewhere far far far beyond my blasting music I hear a voice coming from the speakers, saying something about how we're not suppose to use the elevators. Fine by me, I'll be damned if I use an elevator if I find myself below the 347th floor. Like a herd of some sort, people are starting to evacuate. I remove my headphones and hear the same voice: There is a fire in the building, please evacuate, refrain from using the elevators. Oh hale no. My first thought is: PHONE! HOUSE KEYES! I rebel and rush AGAINST the crowd into the locker rooms to grab my stuff. In the meantime, people actually rush out from the showers with towles around their waists! When finally outside, accompanied by approximately 3 kindergarden classes, naked people and sweaty dudes, a staff member gives thumbs up to go back inside. Freakshow of the highest standard I'm telling you. I don't love it when something-awesome-I'm-doing is abruptly cut off like that. I was slightly pissed and sang Cumbaya in my head all the way back up.

and on it goes

In 1806 hours, my life will change.

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