spongecakes

update 5/8: hade visst på börjat ett jesusrock-inlägg, hehe.

läser:
fördjupad kunskap i katastroffysik (marisha pessl)
kapitulera omedelbart eller dö (sanne näsling)
pilgrimsresan (paulo coelho)
berättelsen om narnia: hästen och hans pojke (cs lewis)
filosofiska söndagsklubben (alexander mccall smith)
best loved stories by hc andersen (hc andersen)

igår såg jag en film i min ensamhet. den heter mr nobody och huvudrollen spelas av jared leto.



ett ord: fantastisk.

är hemma från kramfors. var med bästa folket och allt kändes så bra.
dock var det lite för mycket regn och lite förlite chillstunder.

idag har mina föräldrar börjat jobba igen och min bror sovde till kl tre på em.
det var så otroligt skönt att vara helt ensammen (typ) i huset. alldeles tyst
och lugn. inge bråk, svordomar, stress och tjat. 

bara jag och lugnet.

önskar att de flesta dagar kunde vara så här.

nu drar jag och mina vänner till kramfors och njuter av kristenmusik (hmmm...)
nä, men det är inte så illa som det låter. allt prat om gud kan man ignorera.

idag kl 23.59 börjar slutet på en era. 



och jag hoppas att det blir helt jävla awesome!

there were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. in time, the brothers reached a river, too treacherous to pass. but being learned in the magical arts, the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge. before they could cross however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure, it was death, and he felt cheated. cheated because travellers would normally drown in the river. but death was cunning. he pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for being clever enough to evade him.

the oldest, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. so, death fashioned him one from an elder tree that stood nearby.

the second brother, decided that he wanted to humiliate death even further, and asked for the power to recall loved ones from the grave. so death plucked a stone from the river, and offered it to him.

finally, death turned to the third brother. a humble man, he asked for something that would allow him to go forth from that place without being followed by death. and so it was that death reluctantly handed over his own cloak of invisibility.

the first brother travelled to a distant village, where with the elder wand in hand, he killed a wizard with whom he had once quarrelled. drunk, with the power that the elder wand had given him, he bragged of his invincibility. but that night, another wizard stole the wand, and slit the brothers throat for good measure. and so, death took the first brother for his own.

the second brother journeyed to his home, where he took the stone and turned it thrice in hand. to his delight, the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared before him. yet soon she turned sad, and cold for she did not belong in the mortal world. driven mad with hopeless longing, the second brother killed himself, so as to join her. and so, death took the second brother for his own.

as for the third brother, death searched for many years, but was never able to find him. only when he attained a great age did the youngest brother shed the cloak of invisibility, and give it to his son. he then greeted death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, departing this life, as equals.

firade denna jänta för någon dag sedan. hipp, hipp, hurra!

eftersom jag inte kan fira min vän stina imorgon så gratulerar jag henne nu med en gång via bloggen.



GRATTIS STINA, HA EN UNDERBAR SJUTTONÅRSDAG! <3