Oh, i wrote this poem a while ago... (and you have to read it slowly)

Drop,
I break through the walls
air surrounds me
i spread out my arms and
fall to fragments

Air is so silent, it does not squash me with thoughts
it gives me space
in all ways you can imagine

its not stealing its using.

today, i raided the art room!! i found the most amazing things, im so happy, :) i feel like a real artist.
i found: seriously delicious fat black pens (that i snatched like a box of), these manga drawing and shading pens that are amazing and i dont even know how to use them, colouring pencils without the wood - so they look really pretty and you dont have to sharpen them and they make beautiful colours, two sets of water based colours (my very favorite type of painting, a lovely black pencil that writes really softly and nicely, these amazing erasers that are basically like that blue-tack stuff you use to stick things on the walls so you can bend and play with them and stuff and i dont understand why everybody doesn't use them because they are like the best erasers in the world and finally, this thing that smudges pencil drawings really nicely. i basically spent the whole art lesson in the store room. i was gonna take these pens that draw on clothes as well, but there was only one pack - and i was getting kinda greedy, but to be honest, i think im gonna go back and get another set of those woodless colours. no matter if i want to or not i become incredibly greedy in these kinda situations - but that leads me to my next point...

im not stealing any of these things, im just using them. im giving them a home with me where they are appreciated and addored like jewlery, itsnt that much better than having them crowd the art shelves where nobody will end up really using them? besides i need them, im saving money on christmas presents this year and making paintings for my family, it will be fun and they will like it much more than my previous attempts at buying them some random things (they didnt even pretend to use what ever i bought them last year), and that way there is more money for nice presents to my friends and myself :)
im planning on buying as much second hand clothes as i can fit in my suitcase, i adore second hand things soo much! beats new clothes by far. hmm...ill also buy:
lots of fruits and vegetables and stuff because thats all i eat and ill be staying with friends mostly so ill need to supply myself with food,
papers to do my drawings on
bags and shoes (also from second hand stores)
ohh and maybe ill treat myself to a pair of incredibly ripped jeans from H&M, although id be so much cooler if i ripped them myself, but thats so hard apparently
and a dream catcher if i can find one.. but it can wait,
and i really should buy new underwear... im so bad at it, it seems so pointless hidden under all your clothes..
and these are on top of my Christmas presents...yay consumerism! :)

cant wait till xmas though... its gonna be my big family packed in one (luckily pretty big) house and cold weather and christmas decorations and lots of fun :P

im leaving for denmark in like 4 days! its insane..

Franshesca

(name of my unborn little sister who i already adore <3<3)
some day im going to write a book about a girl called franshesca i think who is un-worldly glamorous and speaks french and stuff. im gonna write it in third person, because those kinds of people never exsist. i was inspired by the thought of somebody who never goes to the bathroom to pee, just goes there to make sure she looks nice. but that would make her unperfect i realise now, she shouldnt have to look in the mirror and stuf, just look perfect effortlessly, constantly. hmm.... i made this up a while ago, its fun to remember. she was gonna live in london, and come from a worker - class family i think. be beautiful of course, with perfect big curls. aww this is fun.. :D








i would write about her like this.

i wanna be a writer. i like poetry as well, im beginning to think i prefer it. i wanna write 100 poems that are all unique and true. but im not sure. who knows at all..

you know those moments when your just really genuinely bored with your life and want to escape this universe. go some place else, where the make-belief reality we all dream is either non-exsistent or better. no, not better, because our world really is ok, you just gotta look at the right parts of it. then again, if you did as i told you and watched the movie link below, the love seems to hide away from this planet, so we think it disappeared, and with it the laughter, hope and smiles. its there though, the laughter, the love, maybe if we all found it, at once, then it would return from hiding and stay with us. but anyway, dear blog, my heart is kind of sad and dreamy right now... sigh. thats what happen when i finish watching movies and return to my own unreal life.

runaway.? escape? oh well... its not that hard, thats what ive read, and my good part is going to happily believe that.

birds soar into your mouth
kissing your open lips with their pointed beaks
screaching a bit
and scraping the back of your throat
so when you crie
your scream is harsh and dry.

ya, okay that was something very random i just felt like writing, not some dumb attempt at being a poet. and it isn't supposed to rime!!!.. oh it doesnt, i thought it did for a second.

i like it dark outside.. it reminds me of the danish winters i used to hate.

poetry isnt about metaphors and big words, its about intensity. if your danish, read these. they are so good and true and they make me feel good, i love the way she writes, she makes the dry and wordless danish language fertile with beautiful poems. waw.

New Moon

im watching it... what you can get on the internet at least...
to be honest, i dont really like the movies... kirsten isnt that great of an actor and stuf... but the books are fucking amazing, i cant deny..

so instead of watching bad actresses you should, either
1. read the book againg
2. watch this (please do, its important)... if you do, i will love you <3<3 :)

screw blogs everybody and GO DO YOUR HOME WORK.

some people (me) need a kick to commence at boring things...

what i would do if i only got a camra....

today, after calling my firend, i decided not to study for my exams next week.. okay i feel bad,,, oh well.
then i hung out in my sisters room because she is so awsome..
then i ehh,,, peeled but didnt eat a bad avocado, and ate old furit salad instead.
now im listening to music from random peoples blogs and looking foward to watching the dutchess tonight :D:D

and i found out how to wear my cowboy jacket fianlly... i think at least, i must say im not 100 percent satisfied, but wearing cowboy stuf is hard,,, so so harrrrrd.

kiss kiss :*

ps: thankyou random blogger for posting good music >> me=:)

please immagine picture of me wearing a cowboy jacket and shorts here, im hoping to get a camra for xmas... till then, immaginations are golden.

will be golden

shall be golden

were golden........so so golden
heres a random pic to make my blog look more pretty untill chriatmas comes around..
and yes, it is random but i had a dream about this girl last night... i thik at least... and shes pretty :D

12 - 5

I should be doing my hw now... from 12 to 5. but i will stop talking about it because it stresses me, besides analyzing classic literature is better than hw, especially when you have good music to go with it.
and i just slept, and the sun is shining so i feel good..
and i found cool outfit combinations in my closet (which is currently a messy pile of clothes on the floor in my daddy's room because my grandma decided to visit and snatched mine)

bye xx

PS. i feel like a cheat. these pics are stolen from cool peoples blogs.. but ill pretend that im creative enough to have found them myself.

just felt like saying hi :D

HI...
i hope to promise you this, dear blog, after the holidays when i am kind of a bit done with my personal project, back in my own room, (can't wait btw, you never know what privacy is untill you dont have it) and hopefully have a lot of free time (lets not mention that at that point ill have 2 sisters under 3 yrs and one eh.. 13 year old to look after. i love my sisters, so i shall refuse to complain, and nevertheless, i simply cant wait till my mom gives birth to sister number 3, itll be amazing to have a little one again.)
oh right, i promise i will write more, and the most important reason is that by then i will hopefully have a lovely now cybershot phone!! :D :P and i thik blogs are amazing... so ill write more soon, and do somthing about getting some followers,, no actually i wont, i kinda like that nobody really reads this, so its moore like my diary and stuf.
anyway, i changed the blog name again, yet again. but i think im finally happy, i mean how can something not be good if its ur last name?

i wanda wanda wanda...

so my daddy is finnishing his job here in Zambia at the end of this year - meaning well be leaving. in general, im fucking excited to go somewhere new, preferably some where civilised!right now going for a random walk all by my self seems like a part of a very perfect life.
currently, my dad is applying for something in washington D.C. how long does it take for traditions to develop? nevertheless, my dad can only apply for so many jobs, but for every one he does, my tradition has come to consist of: primarily looking up possible schools in the specified town, followed by a google search on the towns night clubs.
this tradition has lead me to a discovery: busboys and poets. to me, its a heaven on earth, a magnet pulling my pulling my sole of love and admiration towards the one place i least look up to, the USA. (pleace dont be offended, i know a fuck load of wonderful American people - i just also happen to know quite a few who arnt exactly that wonderful,,, and just seem really weird...??)

any how, i think im spending a good portion of my time contemplating my "next life" my "new beginning"... its the best.

more things i love:

looking at clouds from air planes, sitting on my roof because everything looks pretty from there and I can be alone, completing a good poem, having a good idea for an art work, gloomy weather, things made of leather, listening to rain, compliments on my writing, covering my face with hair and blowing at it, my teddy “Bamus”, anything related to London, listening to music before going out, secondhand stores, writing, wondering where im gonna be next year, happiness, and the Dalli Lama.