oh hi.

yeah, i’m still alive. it’s just been a few crazy weeks. wine-tours, trips to vegas, and late nights at work. i started to actually like drinking beer (well, banana beer that is), US employment card dropped down my mailbox, and my internship got extended another 3 months, but this time actually paid.

things just keep piling up and i keep wanting to write something, but just as quickly, another thing pops up and gets added to the mix. so now i just have this huge pile of everything in front of me, and i don’t know if i will ever be able to put them all into a coherent post.

so i’m just doing this instead - things have been great lately, and i’m ok with feeling like i can be really happy about it. 

like i earned it y’know.

alright, now i gotta go illustrate some more for work tomorrow.

peace.

i really can’t get this song out of my head.

ben howard - the fear.

twisted.

i’ll be the first one to admit it, i’m lousy at being sick. partly because most of the time i’m not really sick. a light sniffle here and there usually goes away after a day or two, and most of it doesn’t bother me more than anything a nice cup of tea can’t solve. i don’t complain, i don’t demand things and i deal with my own sickness and punch it out of me.

so when i get sick, and i’m talking properly sick, i just suck.

suddenly, i can’t do all of those things i usually do. taking a walk is too much of work, making f-cking food is too much of work. waking up is too much of work.

i’m a sucky sick.

so now i’m here, under 3 layers of blankets, and all i want is to have someone make me some tea with honey. and someone not doing that seems like the worst damn thing that has ever happened. not even letting the fact that my computer is slowly breaking down into pieces, and i’m writing this on a cracked screen, bother me.

now i’m grumpy.

because my goddamn imaginary friend refuses to make me tea when i finally need one.

aarghhh!

crap.

Here i have been worrying about being out of shape and not training enough … oh such nonsense!

because i just PINCHED my screen and the glass cracked … 

The Mbp’s of 2012 can’t come soon enough …

oh my childhood …

katekillet:

music video of the day: “Jaaam (The Fresh Prince Remix)” by Pogo

Why yes! It is quite the jam! Also, Arnold Schwarzenegger.
And as always, Shad shout-out

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guess who spent all day at the vet to get his teeth cleaned, and still is groggy from the anesthesia? 

once i actually start to get paid, with my first paycheck i plan to buy brushes and ink.

and splatter my apartment silly.

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Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Somebody
(I used to know)
Somebody
(Now you’re just somebody that I used to know)
 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WORLD’S BEST MOM!!

YOU’RE NOT ON SKYPE AND THE CELL WON’T CALL THROUGH SO I GUESS THIS WILL DO FOR NOW.

I LOVE YOU!

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att gå.

cim skrev det här för ett herrans massa tag sedan, i ett av omklädningsrummen i kill-avdelning på urban outfitters. vi hade en bra dag då. handlade lite kläder. kanske åt vi ank-rätten från thai-stället ngra meter upp från affären, den som smälter som smör i munnen. solen sken förmodligen, som den nästan alltid gör här.

det lustiga är att förrän idag så har jag inte setta denna. jag visste att hon skrivit ngt i rummet, för hon log klurigt och sa det när hon kom ut, men tills nu har det rummet alltid varit upptaget när jag varit på UO.

jag försökte att på ngt sammanfatta hur det kändes att stirra tillbaka ngt sådant … och veta slutet. där på väggen är orden naiva. hoppfulla. troende. här i verkligheten finns dem inte längre. den där biten som var så älskad, den är utriven, trasig och borta.

för en stund så funderade jag på att skriva ngt under. ge orden ett avslut även här. för en stund funderade jag på att dra min svarta tuschpenna över, så att det aldrig mer kommer finnas ngn som läser orden och tror att de har ett värde utanför träväggarna som ramar in rummet.

men … nej.

för hur ont det än gjorde, hur trasigt vi än slog det, väljer jag att tro att det fanns en mening med allt. för lika mycket som jag såg drag jag inte vill ha i min framtida relationer, så fanns det drag jag mer än gärna vill ha. ambition, intelligens, humor etc. skulle jag göra om allt? ja förmodligen. jag tänker inte snacka skit om henne. vad som har hänt har hänt. det finns ingen mening med att sitta kvar där.

jag älskade henne. och hon var min första ordentliga, långa relation.

så jag lät orden vara. jag prövade mina kläder, tänkte att det kanske är bäst att köpa kläder efter att lucas varit hos tandläkaren. och jag gick vidare.

som vi alla gör.

lär oss, och går vidare.

till ngt bättre förhoppningsvis.

oh man,

i can feel a crush coming on in … 1 … 2 … wait for it … 3 … and there it is.

cord46:

madalina ghenea

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