bored... BORED!!!

celebrating three bloggers!! pretty amazing, thanks guys, you make me feel loved :D

... oh and im planning my summer, which i decided is going to be amazing.. oh, and im staying in zambia, against all odds. im more sad about it than i thought.. crist, i dont get sad about things like that... i barely get sad, i have nothing to be sad about. im one of those rare people that just genuinly has a great life. like nothing bad ever happened to me.. so i never get sad. so when i am, its pretty genuine. thats why im writing all this crap right now, im not myself. but it all depends how i look at it.. ill get to continue my unreal exsistance down here..
so the point is, i need a fucking amazing summer to cheer me up. ill talk about that.. it makes me happier:

-There is the plane trip there.. which is the best because i can watch movies, do nothing but sit around, and i have the whole holiday in front of me.
-wer going to london first.. just the thought of it makes me happy. its my favorite place.
-then france i think.. or some other place in britain. donno. but itll be good no matter what.
-then of course DK... for a long time.
-and my lovely summer cottage. emma and amanda are visiting me there.. well have a great time :D

then IB.

They say i made the world, everything was in the dark.

Im really into poetry right now, but its all really personal, so im not gonna tell. ;)
Otherwise, im spending basically every free moment i have in front of the mirror, trying on clothes and more lovely clothes.

Something im gonna try out:
having an immaginary party in my mind, with little immaginary people - a suggestion from a friend,,, thats the kind of incredibly cool things we talk about. in general, i think our class has the most awesome conversations ever, like, we are all able to make everything perverted - and joke about it constaltly. im gonna move some place new and have no friends because i wont know how to have a normal conversation.

And sorry this entry is so random... im mostly writing it out of boredom, and desperation to find something to blogg about, and distraction from the amazing music in my ears.. im sorry :/

I think im Loosing a Tooth, I got my tickle back, and i dont have some weird disease where you can only reffer to your self in thirdperson (see below)

... just felt like saying hi. im getting into blogging again, after a long break, and yes, Mr and Mrs Lazy is about me, and basically 100% true, if you were wondering.

I really love this whole writing random stories thing. I hope you guys do as well, if not, feel free to stop reading them, the only thing that matters is that i keep believing that somebody out there is actually reading them.

... might update this later, for now, my IT teacher is yelling at me.. :S
x

A place called Wild Tracks (field trip)

I climbed a tree..

we did these weird "team building actuvities" :/

And we even built these slightly pathetic tiny dams, that are suposed to block water and make the area more fertile.. (the little grey pile of blocks at our feet)


But most of all, Maariel, Marie, and i just lay under a tree.. reading.

Photos: Marie Wagner (Marie Graphie) and Rianne Candelaria

Mr and Mrs Lazy.

Mr and Mrs Lazy just loved to lie around all day. Usually, they were too lazy to think, so they would watch movies instead, and let all the actors do their thinking for them. (which was kinda a shame, cuz they ended up with very unrealistic thoughts sometimes).
From time to time, one of them might decide that they were hungry. so they would wait a bit first, gathering strength, and then pause their movie. It was a luck that the kitchen was close by. they scurried off, gumbeling on anything they could think of. Then they would return to their movie, fight over who's turn it was to press play, and hugging their full stomachs, once again glare at the television, and start planning their next trip to the kitchen.

Mrs Lazy also loved to sleep. It became a sport for her, (just about the only one she had the stamina for) seeing how long she could go on without waking. her bed always made her happy. At one point, she had considered taking up an actual sport. but the problem was, once she started running or whatever, all she could think of was her bed. eventually, she figured there was no point in trying to get fit, it was such a waste of energy just thinking about it.


Mr Lazy of course also enjoyed sleeping. 12 hours a day was sufficient for him, however. He also had all sorts of goals. He would write a book, maybe a blog, but even a poem was impossible for him to complete. instead, he thought about what he would do once his book was completed and he became a big name. he would gather everything he had seen about successful people on tv, and place himself in their place. This was one of his very favorite activities. He envisioned how his life would just carry on from there, perfect like the movies, and god, those fantasies were endless.

Mr and Mrs Lazy continued their lovely life styles. Each of them dreaming of something else, living their life through movies. today they are old and wrinkly, they have to wear these big diapers that only have to be changed every second day - to mimimize the hastle. their teeth were pulled out long ago, all in one go - so they wouldnt have to come back later to that terrible dentist. and they kept on watching movies, sleeping and dreaming, only they were still too lazy to ever make any of their dreams a reality. but it was okay, because they rarely remembered to be disappointed in them selves, because then they would just put on another moves.

and yes, their eyes were square.

dead roses

She placed dried roses in a glass, on her table. They were slowly crowding her room, the dead flowers, hanging from her mosquito-net to dry, standing in jars and mugs across the tables. by now she even had to take the floor into use.
To be honest, she didn't like the idea of them. They were so dead, their withered beauty only emphasizing their sorrow. But they were easy.
They would never need water or sunlight or new soil. and most of all, she wouldn't have to watch them die - guilty that she didn't care better for them. If they were already dead, there would be nothing more they could take from her.
So she lived on with her dead roses. Never watering them, never worrying that they might rot. and although it bothered her that their colours were faded and water no longer ran through their leaves, she continued gathering them, because they kept her wondering - would life become easier once you died?

Internet, CIvilization... OMG!

I finished my project!! now i can finally use the internet. How sad that i get this excited after only like 3 days without it...

I promised pictures, but am currently too lazy to get up and ask my sister for them. They are good though, so some day (soon, hopefully) you will get to see them.

Today was perfect. It is Easter monday, so we would normally be off school. but wanting to be "international", instead of giving us this day off, the school simply allowed us to stay home if we were very religious. As a result, the school was empty. So the few of us there had a great time watching movies and silly stuff. It was much better than staying home, after a week of being away i was desperate to meet friends again.
I also got a present, a mineral powder!! ive been wishing for this since forever, it feels like it kinda just appeared in my live magically :D

Hmmm...think thats all. im being incredibly inactive, celebrating that my work for mow is done. jubiii :D

About Sitting on Couches.

waw. i didnt think this would even work. im in this wonderful middle of no where and there is internet!!! (well i hope at least :S)
we've been escaping the world for almost a week now... we keep extending, adding on another day,, then another. its so amazing.
ill post pictures on monday. the silly thing is i have this major deadline by then, like ive been working on the freeking project since September. It has taken up my autumn, christmas and now ester holiday, but in 3 days i will be DONE!!! yesyesyes :D
what i celebration.
i only wish i could have finished it before i came here, because im stressing so terribly much.
by hey - if there wasnt a last minute, nobody would ever get anything done, right?

enough about that, im sitting in the lobby right now in one of the hotel's countess couches (i'm gonna count them all before i leave, it seems as if everywhere you look there is couch, i love it :), putting my feet on the table (im not sure how impolite it is, but i figured nobody would dare tell me not to), working on my laptop, and half smiling at everybody that passes me. especially the people that work here, they are so sweet, the other tourists i more like glare at, and smile at for fun - see if they arnt too stuck up to smile back.

This is such an amazing hotel, but ill tell you more about that later. I feel so at home here, like its kinda a home to me.. ive been here so many times it might as well be, which i love :)