Glittery vampires.

"and so the lion fell in love with lamb"

"what a stupid lamb"

"what a sick, masochistic lion"

Twilight. That's what I'm watching now.

At first, I watched it several times a week. I was obsessed. When I saw Edward I stopped breathing, because he is so breathtaking beautiful. I don't feel the obsession anymore, not that much anyway. I still love it, though.

The cupcakes tasted reaaaaaally good. I am the best of making cupcakes, Not! But they were really good.

But I think it's dinner now.

Bye, my darlings.

hugs.

Cupcakes.

The cupcakes I made today :)

Hi! :)

Today I've made cupcakes. With green frosting and kiwi.

They look pretty good to be the first time I've made cupcakes with frosting.

You know that I started my movierace yesterday, with Atonement. I saw more then half the movie, but then I fell asleep, haha. I know, that's bad but I was really really tired after a whole schoolweek so I wathed the end this morning, and gosh that movie is good. It's unbeliveable.

Now I'm going to watch The Phantom of the Opera. And drink some coke.

hugs.

Phantom of the opera & Atonement <3

I'm going to have a movierace because my parents are really boring watching hocket all day long.
Hugs.

Pink oatmeal.

Hi there!

I just came home from school, I have a really bad headache because I haven't eat any good lunch. So I made pink oatmeal, hahaa! I looked a bit funnier when it was pink, not so gray! :)

But i tasted just the same.

Tonight I am going to make cheeseburgers, by myself! Not fastfood, real homemade food :D

And right now I am checking out recipes on the net.

But I will write more tonight.

Hugs.

Fade away

Hi!

I'm really sorry I did'nt write yesterday. It came up that there was a concert on the evening.

And it was with one of my favourite artists, Veronica Maggio. She's awfully beautiful och her singing gives you chills.
She's aswedish artist, and sings in swedish. But if you want you can check here out anyway.

I'm in school right now, and my lesson starts in 15 minutes. I have religion. Boring!
I don't really know what to say besides the lunch in school today is uneatable.
We were going to get a hamburger but everything's closed. So we went down to the supermarket buying something to eat.
I'm not really in the mood for anything today, I'm tired and have headache.
And I don't feel good physical either. But that's another story. Actually, I never feel good psyical so that's not unusual.
I feel like going home, sit in my room listening to Aldrig ensam by. Jonathan Johansson. (the song i told you 'bout the day before yesterday.
I should be happy, because I met my idol yesterday, and I did get tp play Guitar hero with her. That's a once in a liftime moment.





But my lesson starts now, so I've got to go.
Hugs.

(ps. on the picture it is Veronica Maggio. Is'nt she beutiful? I think it should be illegal to be that beautiful.)

Never Alone. Always alone here.

I have listened to a song on the radio it is called aldrig ensam by Jonathan Johansson. (translation: never alone)

It is so good, you just want to lay upsidedown in your bed, with your feet on the wall. Just let your lips follow the text and pretend that you are the one singing.

It's like you get chills everytime it starts, it's so calm. I asked my dad to buy the album for me, 'cause I just got to have it. It's brilliant!

I have studied German all day, the assignment was to write a letter about how a friendship started.

I wrote about the first time me and by best friend Sofie met the first time, we went for a walk and we did'nt have the courage to say anything. We walked on each side of the road and then I asked her if she wanted to go pick flowers, because we have a secret flower-picking place besides the summerhouses. And we started to talk, and laugh and since then we've been best friends. Even though she moved back, just two miles, but anyway, that's alot when you're like 9-10 years old.

But then in 7th grade, we came in the same class, and then we became best friends again.

But I've got to go now. I will write tomorrow, when I'm in school.

Hugs.

Come home.

I miss my sister today. My beloved sister. Of course I love my other sister, and my brother too. But they are 10 years older than me, so we are'nt as close as me and youngest sister. I am sixteen years old, and i'm the last born in my family. I'm the one who don't remember or was born when all the good memories was made.
I almost don't remember my grandfather, and I don't remember my grandmothers father either, just a little bit, small flash backs. I remember when my grandpa was going out on the yard smoking cigarettes, how mad my grandma was on him about that. I remember when my grandma's dad visited us at my grandma's house, he came there every dat eating dinner, and when I sat there on the floor he took his cain and "shot" me with it, and he took my toys an stuff.
I remember how funny I thought it was, how I laughed.

It's one of these days when you miss when you were little.

Hugs.

My heart is made of snow. Melt it?

I write poems. Sometimes It's about my own feelings, sometimes I just make them up.

They are mostly in swedish, maybe I have one or two in english, I don't know. They are probably not good anyway so it's no idea to write them here. Maybe I write one someday.

I know i'm good at it, when people read them they get very touched and thinks it's really good.

It makes me feel good, just for a moment. But that moment feels really good.

I wrote one for my beloved grandmothers funeral last year, it was real and it was good.

Sometimes it makes me cry, sometimes it feels good to read it. It's a comfort, like a shoulder to cry on. Everytime I read it it's like a flashback, I can see over and over again how I stand there, in front of the microfon, looking at my family crying their eyes out.

I can feel my dad's arms around me holding me up, I'm shaking. It's like it is an earthquake in my body. If I went up there all by myself, I swear that I would fall apart. If my dad weren'nt there I would fall apart. He is my mountain, now and always. Even though he's just a human, he needs a mountain too. I try to be his mountain sometimes, I hope he feels that, that I'm he's mountain.

I know my grandmother would love the poem that I wrote just for her, she was my best friend and I wrote about me and her, our love to eachother and our love to Elvis Presley, the king of rock 'n' roll.

I know that she saw me, reading it to her. She saw me, shaking and crying reading that note of love, to her. And I think she smiled at me, up there in the heaven, and maybe she cried a little. We will never know.

But one thing I do know, that is that she don't want me and daddy to be sad. She said that to me when she haunted my dreams. I did'nt wan't to wake up that night, because I miss her so much. I did'nt want that dream to end, i want it to continue, forever.

It is almost a year since she left and flew up to heaven. the 25th March it is a year ago, that my own angel went through the light.

I miss you. <3

I want you so bad it's my only wish.

Hello everybody.
I hope you'r tuesday started good, and stays that way.
I'm a little bit cranky today, just like yesterday, because I missed the bus I usually rides with. We have another right after, but I like "my" bus, it calmes me down right before a school day.

My lesson starts in 15 minutes, I have history for an hour.
The swedish test went well, I think. I could have gone worse.

But I've got to go now.
Have a nice tuesday! (:Hugs.

only love can break your heart.

This is my new, english blog. I have a swedish too, sunshiinedust.blogg.se so if you are swedish, check that out.
It has been a wierd day, today. Everything have been shit, but then also not shit.
So like I said, it has been a weird day.
I think I'm quite good at english, but of course it is hard sometimes when it's not your own language, so if it is wrong spelled somewhere, be nice!

I have been studying all day since I got home, 'cause I have a test in Swedish tomorrow.
About the ancient greeks (spelling?) that's not that funny, but of course it's school, so it's not supposed to be funny.

I have listened to radio all day, a station where they almost all the time play Pop.
It was cozy, i liked it. It made me focus on the studies.

As I just said, it has been a wierd day. I just feel like screaming out all the things that moves in my head right now, so all the people around here relizez how fucked up I am. Or, I just feel like I'm fucked up.. maybe I'm not.

Now I think it's time for me to go to sleep, it is 9.41 pm here in Sweden, and I have been longing for my bed all day. So I think it's time.

Goodnight! <3