“Optimister kan suga min kuk
Meningen med livet, ja bara det slutar duger det.” —Vårteckenspråk by Grioa
Meningen med livet, ja bara det slutar duger det.” —Vårteckenspråk by Grioa
September 2009
Chocolate love flavour metaphore.
You’re like chocolate to me.
If he(or everyone else for that matter) is vanilla, then you’re chocolate. Vanilla is sweet sometimes, but not too much and not too often cause you get tired of it pretty quick. For some reason I always start to think of butter when I’ve eaten too much vanilla icecream. While with chocolate, it doesn’t matter how much you eat cause you never get sick of it. It comes in so many different kinds, flavours, shapes and forms, and it’s never boring. You could eat it until you die. But you don’t, because you know it’s not good for you. So you save it for special occasions, or when you’ve had a bad day. It spices up your life.
It’s a real shame that it ain’t mutual. I think me and chocolate could have had a great relationship. Chocolate doesn’t realise this, but I’m a really great person.
I would make pancakes for breakfast, even though I suck at making pancakes and it’s not really a healthy breakfast.
I would help with his homework, even though I know that he doesn’t really deserve a good grade because he’s so damn lazy.
I would make him a mix-cd with alot of good music, and not just because I think that I have supergreat musictaste but because he really needs to widen his musictaste and eventually he’ll realise that and appreciate my concern.
And I would do the dishes for him, and not just because I think it’s relaxing and kinda fun.
And I wouldn’t mind that he’s always late, and is always forgetting stuff and probably wouldn’t keep half of the promises he’d make. Or, I probably would mind but I would have patience. It would be worth it.
But I guess this is for the best. I don’t think I could handle a relationship anyways. Too crazy. Arghh.
“On the night you left, I came over
And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders
Our brand new coats were so flushed and pink
And I knew your heart I couldn’t win
Because the season’s change was a conduit
And we’d left our love in our summer skin” —Summer skin by Death cab for cutie
Story of my life, basically.
And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders
Our brand new coats were so flushed and pink
And I knew your heart I couldn’t win
Because the season’s change was a conduit
And we’d left our love in our summer skin” —Summer skin by Death cab for cutie
Story of my life, basically.
“So don’t get any big ideas
They’re not going to happen
You’ll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking” —Nude by Radiohead
They’re not going to happen
You’ll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking” —Nude by Radiohead
Cinema
Today I saw the new Miyazaki-movie, Ponyo on the cliff. It was okey, not as good as I hoped. The story was good, but I didn’t really like the way it was painted. Apparently his first movie with aquarell colours.
Yesterday I saw Coco before Chanel. It was okey too. Not what I expected, I though the movie would focus more on Coco’s career, than the life before it. But I mean, I can’t complain really. The movie’s called Coco BEFORE Chanel for a reason, haha. Audrey Tautou is sooo beautiful.
I’ve realised that I really like going to the cinema. Just joined SF’s club, so I can start collecting points. Should have joined earlier this week so I could get points for these two movies but what the hell. I’m gonna go to the cinema alot this fall!
Tuesday.
Feelings are misleading.
Listen
Why? - Berkeley by hearseback
My new favourite song!
Mirador.
Efterklang was sooooo great yesterday! It wasn’t too crowded, which was great too.
I was happily suprised to see that my…long lost love Peter Broderick was playing with Efterklang! I had noooo idea, so when I saw him walk around on the stage before the show I went crazy. Made my day. Anywaaays… Efterklang was really really good, they played my favourite songs and they are so humble and charming, I just wanted to hug everyone!
Continue being moody.
I dunno. I feel like a Bon Iver song. Beach baby or Bracket, WI to be exact.
How can you feel like a song? I don’t know. I just do. I listen to them, and that’s it.
Play
“Och om jag hade haft makten till det, skulle jag ha vänt vinden, jag skulle ha rullat in dimman, kallat in stormar. Jag skulle ha ändrat jordens polaritet så kompasserna inte kunde användas. Men det är inte så det fungerar. Det finns inte en enda sak du kan göra. För jorden sitter fast i ingenting och kan inte flyttas en millimeter av dig. Så du kan bara vänta, hoppas att det ska bli lättare, om några veckor, om månader eller år, och en dag blir det det, för att det måste, rätt och slätt. En dag ska axlarna vara lite lägre, andningen lugnare, en dag ska pulsen ha börjat slå långsammare igen och du slutar att sitta i fåtöljen och stirra apatiskt och blint framför dig, du kan börja gå igen, steg för steg, ut genom dörren, ut i solen eller regnet, men du måste gå försiktigt, för världen har förflyttat sig pyttelite sedan du sist var ute, och den har gjort det i motsatt riktning av vad du skulle ha velat….”
—Buzz Aldrin - Vart tog du vägen i myllret? by Johan Harstad
