Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent

I left my home at 8.15 this morning in a shirt that made me feel utterly unattractive. Fortunately for me I was home again two hours later. Since then I have made several attempts to focus on the philosophy test I have tomorrow.
I enjoy philosophy, I really do, it messes with my head in the most wonderful way possible but I have yet to find the interesting part of language philosophy. I love learning about origins of words and dynamics of the usages of them, unfortunately for me I was mistaking in thinking that was what I was going to learn about. Instead I'm stuck with defining positives and negatives in words and the relationship between language and reality. It sounds like there is more to it then it really is.
The deepest insight my mind has come to during this day is that world peace is a word (in my language this is spelt as one word, not two) witch has meaning but lacks reference. And that, dear people of the internet, is the best thing I've done all day.

Teenage life is amazing.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

We lost the moon

Last night me and Frida spent the night in my father's apartment. We had a lovely time watching movies, drinking tea, discussing life, smoking, planning our future, dancing around and, oh yes, ruining the joy for small children... by knocking over their snowman. Obviously the children were not around to watch us -Frida- do it. No, this happened after dark when all children were sound asleep and had no idea what was going on with their snowmen. And after that we spent some time complaining about the teenagers of today and how they are out of control. Is that what people call irony?
Jokes aside, I had a fantastic night. Although, whilst on our midnight walk we noticed there were plenty of stars and even a planet, but the moon was no where to be found. This is a fact that still bothers me and I shall soon google what this moon-lacking-night is all about.

Tomorrow I am leaving town. I'm heading up north to sit in a cabin and watch the snowy mountains, read, write and think about life.

This is me thinking I look sexy, whilst avoiding packing.
I do this a lot.
Because I like my lips like that.

Monday, February 20, 2012

A productive lazy day

I am shameful to admit that my sugar detox has not been going well. I broke the no sugar rule by lunchtime the day after I started. Although I have not been drinking chocolate milk. This can be explained; I, as so many other teenagers, prefer doing things we are not allowed to do, rather then the things we are allowed to do. I just happen to act out through food.

Anyhow. Today I read for about two hours. Then I felt like doing something with my room. I made my way down to the basement to find some bookshelf book stopper-holder in placers. I failed to find any. I did however find my old CD player. It still held my audio book CD of Pippi Longstocking. Swell. I have been so busy working on my room I forgot to eat all day. Bad day to skip breakfast.

The improvements of my room are the following;
CD player and a whole bunch of CDs I stole from my family's collection (it's not like they're going to miss them, they are all digitalized).
As the true book nerd I am the bookshelf over my bed has been turned into the place I keep my favorite books. Hence my need for book stopper-holder in placers; I regularly bump into said bookshelf and the possibly of the books falling on me would be high without them.
Decided the only clothes to be allowed to be hanging in my closet are the dresses, all other items of clothing must be folded and put in the drawers. I did the hanging of the dresses but I have yet to attack everything else.

It's not much, but I feel like I've had a productive afternoon. Here is a picture I drew, liked and framed:


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Detoxing

Wow, I was worse than I thought at this whole blogging thing.
Anyhow, I have finally faced the fact that I eat too much sugar. I mean, I eat more sugary things than I eat regular food. I have decided to go on a sugar detox. Well, apart from one glass of chocolate milk a day. "That's cheating!", you may say, but I have a very good argument for this; I can't drink pure milk without throwing up. So to get some calcium in me I HAVE to drink chocolate milk. True story.
Also, my mom has taken a sudden interest to my weight and is insisting I bring nuts and such to school to up my calorie intake. Oh well, free food, who am I to complain?

Sunday, February 5, 2012

First - A Welcome

I'll do this the old school way. A introduction of myself. Here it goes;

I am 17 years old. Like every other 17 year old I am counting the days until I turn 18, which will be on the fourth of July. That means I have exactly 150 days left of being 17. I live in the forth largest city in Sweden, the population of my city just passed 200,000 and we are all quite proud of that.
To give a full description of myself has turned out to be hard. Here are some random facts instead;
I am half American and half Swedish.
I'd like to think I have a way with words, but I have on numerous occasions been told that what I am trying to say makes no sense at all.
I hate being touched but I like touching other people.
I become extremely obsessive over things.
I enjoy reading about mental illnesses.
I take long walks and that is about all exercising I do.
One day I decided to become a vegetarian for no reason at all, and now I haven't eaten meat in four months.
This is a picture of my face: