Failure is always the best way to learn.

The fall is definetly here. The clock is not even eight and it is aldready dark outside! I try to make the time go by reading for the geography test tomorrow, eating fudge and painting my nails in a colour called Galaxy. Today I skipped a test. Not good at all but honestly, I forgot my books last friday so I couldnt study anything! Anyways. I am planning on having a poker night at my house next saturday. That would be really fun. I think it is me, J, L, H, A, L and L that will come. The H gang is newly found friends. They are so nice and funny all of them! Hopefully we can watch the Kitas movie too. WIE!

You will never be alone again.

The song that is the one for mosh-pits and kick-offs!

I want to evolve. To find someone. But you keep dragging me down in my doubts.

It became an odd night.

Veronica Maggio – Kvällens Sista Cigarett

min älskling. . .
jag saknar dej
och jag säger det för mycket
men det spelar ingen roll
för det betyder lika mycket varje gång

låter som en Håkan-låt.

The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.

I was out on kickoff for the seniors on my school last night. And it was so successful! I had borrowed one of my friends ID and I was so nervous. Really shit nervous. Anyways it all begun with going home to L to get ready. My See by Chloé heels was used for the first time and a dress that I had borrowed from my friend M was put on. I sparkeled in silver and gold. So then we took the bus and met up J (who was drunk already), A (who had a liquoriceshotbottle with her), J (who was the only guy) and H (who was alone from her 'gang'). We headed to a bar and met other people from our school there. But I didn't drink there, 'cause I was so nervous about my fake-ID. So we hanged out there for about an hour. Then a girl, who I know now, named E came. She had been to the pre-party thing. So me, L and H decided to follow her back. Then the big test came. Bam bam BAM! And I passed it. The guard just looked at the ID then at me and let me in. I was so relieved! Like OH MY GOD I'M IN!!! So then we met some girls, bought a cider and waited for something to happen. And boy, it did. A girl in my class made out with six guys. We smoked. We took over the best table outside. We run out to our hidden bottle and glugged a liquid that tasted like melted Läkerol. I walked over a table. A girl vomited. We played spin the bottle. The guys from our math talked to us. A guy had smoked something little stronger and got crazy, he even broke a window. The staring guy asked me for a ciggarett, and maybe took it as a diss when I didn't give him one. I was told "E, you look horny" by J. We told eachother we loved eachother. I didn't feel drunk. We tried to make them switch to better music. We laughed. We got screamed on by a passing man, when my friends almost started to climb on a car. My friends peed outside. L's pants broke. And it was so funny! Everyone became so drunk. Except me. It was so funny! I really loved it that you recognized almost everyone. I am longing for the next party with the school. A and M slept at L's house. And in the morning when J texted and asked how we felt, then we fooled her and said that A had found a guy from the science-class which she had gone home too. It was hilarious!

Hm, hm. I like the first one the most.

Somewhere between perfect, both the memories and the song.

Håkan Hellström – Magiskt, Men Tragiskt

So many things, so little time.

It was a while ago I wrote and since I am now sitting by the computer, trying to do my home work, why not do a little post now? Yes, 'cause it has happend quite much the past days. M has left Sweden, I was out (no, not in the nature), we fikade with our Italian teacher 'cause it was her birthday, I have worked, I have some nice people to hang out with in the math class and I have started to hate someone.
Well. First the depature of M. It was so horrible. We cried so much, we said "I love you" so many times, we lay on eachother outside the station so people came and asked us if we had been raped. But we hadn't. We were just very, very sad. We was on Hästpojken on Liseberg, mostly 'cause M have started to listen to them and since we missed the concert at Emmaboda 'cause someone (not me) was a little bit too drunk. Anyways. We met J och Y there. And J, C, G and M. I laughed one time while I talked to the second gang. Then when we leaved with the words "Well, now we will go and cry somewhere else", G said "Oh, E was happy" and C and J had gotten quite chocked. They told him that that was my sad side. Which is was. Well we saw the concert it was great although on the second to last song I started to cry. BAM it just hit me. She will be gone tomorrow. So we cried and cried and cried. It was horrible. Just horrible. Leaving her on the train. Fuck that. But we Skype at least twice a week now, so I will survive this. And so will our friendship.
School. Yes, wonderful school. It has finally started "for real". Had a math test which went straight to hell. G I got a G. Not acceptable. Not for me. And I got my reference for Cambridge, apparently I am one of Kitas top 15 students. Pat on the back!
Oh, yesterday I saw a riot. It was Sverigedemokaterna that was supposed to have a meeting, but then 500 protesters came and protested so it was kalabalii! Police helicopters, horses, 10 police buses and lots of polices. Crazy. Well, it is the election on Sunday so they will probably not do something drastic after that.
And after that experience my friend E gave me a lift on her bike all the way to her house. With a pit stop to buy ice cream. I like E so much, 'cause she is always "Well, we'll fix it" rather than "Oh, then we can't do it". Optimistic you may call it!

Nothing is as we are.

Hästpojken – Små korta stunder

I simply remember my favourite things and then I don't feel so bad.

Now it is September. That is totally ko-ko. I mean the summer is over. Now my favourite season begins. I really do want to be a summer child who loves the beach, the sun, the time and all. I do like everything about the summer except one thing: you seem to have to be happy.
Anyways, I had the best summer ever. Honestly I wouldn't change a bit (although my death-panic wasn't so nice). I throw a cake-party and invited my favourite girls over to my house and we talked, played games and ate so much cake so my mum was chocked that a bunch of teenage girls could eat so much. I worked which was and still is very fun. I love that it feels like I'm in an alternative universe when I work. Especially now when the school has started again. Italy was also so great! Everything was anitique, every house, every city. The Garda lake with thunder in the distance. Belluno, Trieste with football and coffee, the Dolomites, Venice, Verona and all of the other places we visited. Drinking real coffee standing up and ice cream that just melted. The warm sea and the sun the last days. Oh. Then I baby sat a puppy which was so cute and exhausting at the same time. The day after we packed our bags again and went to England. To London with shopping for six hours and then Cambridge Open Days. With the lunch at Pembroke, I have never ever been so nervous before. but I made it out alive, right? I love my god mother. She is one if the nicest persons in the entire world, for sure. I'm returning there the 16 of October. I'm longing. What happend after that? Well, I worked a little bit more and then I went down to Simrishamn to meet up with L and her boat. I went sailing with them for four-five days, that was lovely. And I was so tanned after that! Then I worked a few days, met friends that I wanted to meet and took it easy. 'Cause now it was time for my first festival. Yes, the festival I had been longing for the whole winter and spring. Emmabodafestivalen. Also a great experience. The camp we had was perfect, I met a lot of new friends and a few oldies and listened to great music, smoked, was up until 6 a.m. and was cool. But also cried, panicked and anger. It can't be picture perfect. Inspired of the whole festival experience I booked a Way out west-ticket when I got home. A festival where you don't have to sleep in a tent, can it get any better? Before that I went with E and her gang on the Culturefestival. Also very nice. But Way out west... WOW! For real, the La Roux concert was just amazing. Truly amazing. Then work the last days of summer and now I am a senior. Life is good. Although I wouldn't say no to some new clothes.