Artwise then?
Seriously, I don't know. I really don't know. Yeah, sure, I've been drawing and painting a lot, but lately (for about a week xD) I seems I just can't draw anything. I don't have that much inspiration for the time being, but maybe my Spidersenses just have to take a vacation,too.

Ficwise then?
AHAHAHAHAHAHA, God i suck. Well, at least i'm still trying - I haven't given up!

Moviewise?
Batman (1966) is HILARIOUS! Robin must be the brightest kid in the neighbourhood! "But wait! It happened at sea. See? 'C' for Catwoman!!!" But I honestly don' know who's the dumb one in this situation - Robin with his weird way of thinking... or everyone else that agree and say "My, I haven't thought of that. Well done Robin!" Or, as Batman would say, "Precisely, Robin. PRECISELY!" Oh well, all my respect goes to the Shark of 100% rubber, which clinged on Batman's leg with his rubberteeth. He would never give up, not even when Batman hit his head (oh, the soundeffects). Too bad the bat had his SHARK REPELLENT BAT SPRAY! He never saw it coming (no one did.) Rest in peace, Shark of 100% rubber. Rest in pieces (since he blew up).
....... XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Gawd, shoot me, someone.

Anyway, had a picknick in the park yesterday with Nelly. SWEET! We were drinking soda and eating chips in the sun, and we listened to Bloc Party all the time <3 But when we got tired of laying in the sun, we moved over to lay under the cherry trees and Nelly was being just awsome, handstanding and showing her acrobatic skills (that just sounds sooo wrong).
   in the evening I just tried to relax, however I was thinking too much over things,and as a result I were angsty all night, thinking "fuck you, life, fuck you personality, fuck you thoughts."


And today I just played some golf (and I totally sucked, I have to work on my swing) and in the afternoon I was in the park, once again, taking the turtle out for a walk, (haha!)


And now I'm just stressing over my schedule, whining and bitching over everything. I hate stress, I really do.
Fuck this brooding. I really hate this. Brooding, you're killing me. I hate you.

And, this, is my mind,
it goes over and over the same old lines
And, this, is my brain,
it’s torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane

oka, it's been a long time since I wrote here last time. I'm not that great to keep this thing updated, and despite how much I want. for my own sake, to "write things off" I don't seem to keep up and I don't hve the energy or the words to write something so simple.
Anyway, I'm typing something right now, am I not?

There's been a lot going on lately. I've been moving to Hammarbysjöstad (so long, sucky Blekholmsterrassen, even though you were closer to everything) and my brother's been moving out (so long evil brother, now you don't have to bother me again when I'm listening or reading on the internet!).
  School's pretty much the same, a lot of stress, however this is like the last weekend before the projectweeks. This proect is gonna be about health and P.E. In other words: SUPER CHILL! But somehow i'm still feeling a bit distresed and somewhat sad. Maybe it's "spring-sadness", or something...  I dunno. I just hope it will go away by itself because it's really bugging me off.

holy cow, I got more to say but suddenly I got supah tired o I'm just going to sleep now.
It's "only" 00:31 here in Stockholm and it's freezing.
 

"You taught me how to be true to myself
So I'll always believe as I move forward
Life goes on"

I totally suck. Seriously.
We're having this artrpoject-sort-of-thing in school and we're divided into pairs of two and I'm really feeling sorry for the girl who's being paired up with me. I feel lika such a bother to her and it feels lika I can't contribute anything to the work, since all the stuff we need I don't have them (not for the moment, everything's in boxes at my dads work and I'm not allowed to go treasure-hunting right now, not in the time we're about to move). So she has to bring everything from home and she brought her chest of drawers(!) to school so we could make use of that in our project. While I has brought: ZERO, NOTHING, NADA.
I do hope everything will sort out and that we'll have the things we need till next week when we're having the presentation. Gaaaaawd, hope our teacher (this is our first time having her) will have mercy on us.

ARTWISE:
Nothing special, really. Dearth of ideas right now, so work's been going slow.
FICWISE:
6800 words. And still no end in sight.

You tried everything
Yes, a thousand times
Experienced enough
Been through enough
But you it was who let everything
Into my heart
And it was you who once again
Awoke my spirit

I parted, you parted


Sooo, what's been going on in my life these last couple of weeks?
Weell, to start off with, school's started again (yeay!). Luckily I haven't stressed out or anything (yet), but I think this year is going to be a lot easier compared to the last one. The only thing that is troubling me is math.. and maybe even science, but we haven't really gone trough anything in science yet, so we'll see what happens. And I'm actually looking forward to the project-weeks, we're going to produce a show in one of the "artsy-fartsy" subjects (meaning: dance, theater, music or art). I'm hoping for art and theater, or theater and music. I really don't want to have dance, the dance-students in my EOS-class are really, really, REALLY stupid. I mean, c'mon, could you really be that light-headed? All they think about is: Dance, sex, alcohol, drugs and "Oh, does my butt look big?"
  But enough of that already, art owns ass <3 We've just started with the digital art, meaning photoshop, and it goes exuberantly! I'm looking forward of learning more of photoshop and it's tools! *sound like a nerd, no?*

Aaaanyway, art-wise...
I've drawn a lot lately, or so it feels, but my mother's never satisfied with my works. They're either to morbid (lol, wtf?), manga or just "But honey, you've drawn that like a thousands of times already, can't you draw like, I don't know, kittens and fluffy animals instead?"
Oh, dear mother, just shut up for a sec and let me draw what I please, thank you.

        



AND A LUFFLY MESSAGE TO NINA:
You know you own ass, so continue being that same wonderful you and you'll make it in life, I'm sure of it.
Hope to see you soon again. PEACE OUT, DAWG!




AND BEFORE I STOP RANTING AND ALL, I'm continuing the fiction so I hope I'll get finished within this month or so, depends on how much homework I get and how much I have to study. Or if I get distracted by, I don't know, any 8059 or something on the internet, kufufufu~

as long as I'm breathin'.

He didn’t dare to open his eyes, to only see a world, endless of stormy rain clouds and endless of screaming, haunting noises inside his head. He did not dare to relax any muscles in his body and let go of the wet, not so useful anymore, dynamite which his hands held so tight the knuckles went white. Something might be there when he opened his green eyes. Something that is not supposed to be there.

Like the blood on a new-bought suit.

The ashen-grey hair laid damp against his face, and it would be too exhausting, too risky to let your guard down for a second, to wave it away with his hand. He’s breathing was deep, like a child sleeping, but those heartbeat did not belong to a calm sleeping person, oblivious of what was going on. It was heartbeats that would burst out of his aching chest any minute, heartbeats so panicked yet so cold.

It was heartbeats of a murderer. 

It was flashing before his eyes. Smoke irritating his eyes, covering his vision, eyes tearing up, but he was used to it, so in a way he was the one who could see and fight the best through the hurricane of ash and black smoke. The adrenaline running through his veins, the bitter but sweet taste of iron and nicotine in his mouth and the piano fingers gracefully lightning the dynamites. He did not need his box weapon on this mission; it was just some henchmen they had to take care of.  But any threat to the 10^th had to get out of the way.

He tried to swallow down but something in his throat was hindering his action, and he felt like choking all over again. The air was running short and the smattering of the rain against the window got heavier, like it followed with the tension building up. The shaking of his hands never stopped and the uncomfortable tingling in his fingertips burned. It was not the only thing that burned that night.

   He tried to ignore the horrible flashing memory under his tired eyelids. They were too real, too close. This wasn’t a game anymore, and it never was.

A memory of an unknown man dying by his hands.
(TO BE CONTINUED, or something)

Okay it's been forever since I wrote something here, so I'll just post what I've written (even if it's not much) in my journal on deviantart.

URGH, I hate projects, especially this one I'm having right now. Swedish/History - A murder in the past. We 4are to come up with a murder during a specific year and specific place and yeah, that's about it. But I don't quite like being in my assignment-group. I feel rather ignored and they don't really need me, and that just sucks. And they won't really listen to what I have to say and it's kinda pissing me off. I want to be a part of the group and the assignment but they wont let me. Oh well, less work for me then, SUCKERS.

ANYWAY, I've been quite artistic this week so I decided I'm gonna upload some pictures of what I've done.

OMFG, GOKUDERA IS SO GAY FOR YAMAMOTO.
I'm totally gonna draw something more of Mr Bowjangle this weekend.

When the day starts wonderful, it stays wonderful.

I can't barely remember what happened in school today, my memory isn't what it used to be, but however, my evening was wonderful.
First off, I had some dinner with my class at a lovely restaurant near my place. And everyone was so talkative and happy which made me very happy. And after the dinner I went to see a friend  at "The Mushroom", and then we got to my place.
We watched some Hitman Reborn (WOHO, even though I've already seen the previously episode, except 76 which was AWESOME, as usually) and then we watched some of Miwa Shirow's unbelievable art. And all luff goes to Ryohei Sasagawa, Yamamoto and Gokudera. And to Anna "Bananas" and Emma "E as in bus".

And right now I'm listening to some Lenny Kravitz, Panic at the disco, SPLAY, Acid, LAST ALLIANCE and of course...
I am Robot and Proud <3

I feel so rainbow-ish today :)

So, okay, here is the deal. My and my family are going to Dalarna today to celebrate a friend of ours, because he's turning 50 on Saturday.

But the problem is:
I have three essays to write and I don't have the time for skiing. And I promised Emma to draw more in my sketchbook. And I have to paint 3 more paintings before the week's end, for school. How the hell am I suppose to make it in time?

And I've been trying for days now to draw Yamamoto and Gokudera, but have not succeeded...YET. Or so I hope....
Actually, I haven't been able to draw anything, not "manga-style", that is. I'm able to draw women bodies and other realistic things but as soon it comes to drawing unrealistic things my mind goes blank and I can't draw. That sucks you know. But my art-teachers will be very pleased by that fact. But they will not be happy when they figured out that I haven't painted anything, just drawn. I can already imagine the scene..

" Hello guillotine, meet Mikaela's neck."


or, well, I have painted SOMETHING...
"Magpies, Mr Bowangle, Paperbutterflies and a drop of sky".