"They kick.And they jump. And they twirl it. And they step it and touches the floor like mad"

I dont care if I lose a friendship or two that was a bad mach from the start.
I have myself and my goodfriends.
And that is all I need.

Love is of course a bonus...
But that I will not tell.
It is for the lovers .
Not the readers.

"Where the cute ones roam"

I´ve recently been making some thinking sorounding my future...

I have to ways:
Either I studdy Litterature science and get a bachelor of science,
Or I studdy Illustration and comicstripsience.. wich makes me a freelance artist but I just get a diploma...

But one cant simply studdy to get a good "stamp" in ones resumé can one`?

I think that the Illustration will bee the good one... using my creativity to reach out and write poetry in the eveningtime... good things..
but there are a year left so I shall do my best untill then.

One can but try and see if they tolerate me..

What else is on?

I have been drinkin absolutley to much caffein, Im scared of the interwiev tomorrow
and I am totaly in love with "were the wild things are".

I will spend my evening with cancer-studies and mentalinstability-studdies...But I´ll probably survive

I have been drinking way tomuch coffee and tea to function properly today... but I´ll probably have another one ore two before I kiss the moon godnight...

Enchanté

I wanna be much more like you
Your effortlessly graceful scene
That drips from every pore of you
Where logic cannot intervene
I wanna take a bath with you
And wash the chaos from my skin
I wanna fall in love with you
So how do we begin ?

I wanna paint the town with you
And tickle you until you scream
I wanna fall in love with you

I wanna say I do

I wanna be much more like you
The way your smile lights up the room
I'll kick back as men flirt with you
To jealousy I'll stay immune
This confidence in me and you
This hope that you and I will bloom
I wanna fall in love with you

" A poem needs understanding through the senses,



The point of diving into a lake is not to amideitly swim to the shore,
but to be in the lake;
To luxuriate in the sensation of water,



We do not work the lake out,
t it is a experience beyond thought.



Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery"

curricullum

I have yet lived another day
but I long for spring when The sorrow dissarms my soul.

Fainter because The darkness accend
Fainter because Im scared?

No im not scared
Just faint from dept and awakening
Awakening of alarms and fireflies that cracks down on me in the form of feathery romance
Fireflies that We all need to survive.

I will win this war against dept and winter
And begin to feel the thing people ceep anoying me about;
Beautiful.

Life is sweet but I am to much in love with it that I need to rest a litte
To calm my little female nerves.

existence seems a very trivial persuit at the moment---

and I am scared.

Harder faster, Forever after Her. forever after"

None of you can make the grade
NONE of you can make the grade.

Lord Byron to Anabella Millbanke:
-What is life for do you think?
Anabella Milbanke:
- It is a way to do good, to make people happy and to serve god.
Lord byron:
- It took me three hours to dress this morning, subtract the buttoning, the unbuttoning the sleeping the eating, and what is left of real existence?
The summer of a dormuse, a few minutes only of sensation.
Anabella Millbanke:
- I dont think sensation so terribly inportant.
Lord Byron:
- It is our only proof that we exist, and that is why we crave it.
Annabella Millbanke:
- You seem to me very bewildered Lord Byron.
Lord Byron:
- To a mind such as yours Miss Millbanke, I am sure I am quite infamable.

"now Harold felt at lenght alone"

A thing that irritates me when I stoped to smoke was this detesting urge for good food
When I smoke I feel no hunger, wich I like cause of my energylevels going up when not urging.

Im vain, I know
And not at all fat
But I will win over this urge .
And smoke just sometimes, not always.

Tonight I wil spend my time with my lovely friends.
Drinking responsibly for a change... wich is so boring that it hurts..---..