My friends were over yesterday to celebrate me. I turn 17 tomorrow. It was cozy and I’m so glad they came and were happy. I got some real beautiful gifts. Much better then I would Ever think to get. Got some oils, books, pencils, buns a clock and more. They are so amazing.
I woke up today all happy and there are no clouds in the sky. On the square outside My apartment is there people singing Christinas carols.
Do you know what I think is the best?
When you are in a period, a low period, when everything goes down. You aren´t sad, it feels like you just are. Are something, But dont know what the fuck that is. Okey… This is not what I think is the best. The best is when you have been in this period and suddenly feel you are on your way out of it. Suddenly something of that bad disappears! That feeling is the greatest!
I´m so happy! A week ago, i presented “tale”. A tale I have made myself. This was in my english class. (English is my worst subject, I really don´t get it) anyway, we all worked in the subject “civil right movement” and we all got our own topic to write about. Well I got lynching. And we were supposed to present this to the whole class. My pronunciation isn´t good. So before I made my presentation I thought “Okey. You can do it! You wont get a F. You won’t. You aren´t that bad.”
No I wasn´t. I got an A.
One of the things I hate the most. When you play music on your phone. Can´t you hear the incredible bad sound? Not it evan the greatest song can sound good. My head explodes, that´s how bad it is. Really. Phone-music gives me headache. Some people does just not show any respect.
Hhahello! It´s late and I am supposed to wake up late tomorrow (because I can) so I can´t fall asleep. I am looking through my computer and I found a mail my grandmother sent me for almost two years ago.
This is what she wrote:
Hello my crazy grandchild!
I didn´t want to call this late, but I want tell you I didn´t forgot you. I didn´t finish the game until a couple of minutes ago. Then I was like you when you are on your way to the buss. I almost explode, but I got to the bathroom in time!!! That felt sooooo gooood.
Sleep well my little princess, or cucumber if you rather want me to call you that.
Your grandmother Marianne
I´m almost shaking of either happiness, sorrow or anger. I grab a pencil and express myself hastily on a paper. It doesn´t matter if it is in words or picture. But during this process my mind gets clear. After this whole process I get almost the same feeling as after I have read a book. My mind grow wider. This process is amazing. You can sleep well and be proud over the progress you´ve done. The day after, when you see your work, it´s like the worst hangover. I always hate the result of my work, even though the production of it was like in harmony. Most of my work met the trash can. This is not because I don´t believe in myself. I am good, I know that, but it´s my work, it´s my feelings, something I might not want to taste again.