Btw

Jag har nog inte sagt att jag har bytt färg på håret, igen.
Inge ovanligt, byter ju hårfärg hela tiden typ.

Btw

Jag har nog inte sagt att jag har bytt färg på håret, igen.
Inge ovanligt, byter ju hårfärg hela tiden typ.

Helvete, helvete, helvete !

News flash!
Jag HATAR när killar gör såhär, ska fan bli lesbisk. Då KANSKE man slipper sånhär jävla skit.
Helvete vad arg jag är just nu.


För övrigt så har helgen varit bra.
Jag,H,S&K spelade ÄNTLIGEN ut FF3 och de va ju verkligen på tiden.
Idag har jag jobbat, 7-13, och det gick bara bra.

Nu pallar jag fan inte det här, ska fan sova.

Hör av dig eller hör inte av dig.
Det är ditt val.

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Projekt.

Nu har jag kommit på vad jag ska göra.

Det blir smink, teatersmink alltså. Och jag tror att de kan bli superkul!

Jag har ju ett par testdockor som jag kan exprimentera på. Eller hur H&S? ;D

Aja, nu sitter jag ialla fall på skolan i en datasal. Jag har slutat för idag, ska ner och köpa mina älskade byxor om ett tag <3>

Men jag orkar inte gå ner så tidigt, för bussen går inte förrän 15.00. Och jag orkar inte gå runt på stan själv. För de är bara jag som har slutat, alla andra går till 15.30 typ. SUCKERS !

Ikväll blir de nog att lana FF3 hos S ! Och de blir nog asnice !

De va väldigt länge sen vi spelade, så de är nog dax nu. Vi har ju inte så mycke kvar på det tredje spelet. Det blir nog bra att ta de ikväll, för jag kan inte vara ute så länge imorgon.

För jag ska upp kl.6 på söndag, otroligt eller hur? Näe, men jag ska jobba på söndag så de är därför jag ska upp så tidigt. Så ni inte tror att jag går upp frivilligt.

Orka.

Nu ska vi börja med projektarbetet och jag har ingen anning om vad jag ska göra.
Låter ju väldigt bra, eller hur?
Shiiit, jag kommer bli så stressad bara för att jag inte vet vad jag ska göra.
Jag har inte ens en liten idé.
Vi får hålla tummarna att jag kommer på nått, annarsmåste jag prata med Sigge.


Btw, jag fick blåbärskaka igår mums!


Peace out.

Pallaaaa !!

Nu sitter jag här på skolan i min ensamhet, igen.
Jag hade ingen lektion på morgonen. Eller, de där va en lögn. Jag har en lektion, men jag ska byta den kursen mot något annat så då går jag inte på den.
Men men, jag får väl titta runt lite på bloggkoll och lite sånt för att fördriva tiden antar jag.

Tisdag, tidag. Idag ska vi ha våran första religonslektion med Curtan. Haha, jaa..de kan ju bli intressant. På eftermiddagen så ska vi få ha sminkning med någon som heter...nånting haha. Näe, men de är någon som våran dramalärare känner som ska lära oss att sminka med teatersmink. Det taggar vi till, de blir nog roligt.

Jaa, vad ska man skriva nu då?
Jag fick skjuts hem igår av D, och de va ju..trevligt haha.

Näe, nu ska jag försöka hitta på något annat.

Peeeeace out.

Mysigt värre.

Kom hem från storebror för en liten stund sen.
Han ville att jag skulle fara ditt och ge katten mat och vatten, och som en snäll lillasyster så gjorde jag det.
Ialla fall, jag och katten satt oss ner i soffan och somnade.
Hon var så himla gosig så jag kunde inte gå därifrån.
När jag vaknade trodde jag bara att vi hade legat där en stund, men vi hade sovit i 50 min. Haha, men de va rätt skönt. Hoppas bara att jag kan sova ikväll.


Peace Out.

Underbart

Den här helgen har varit helt underbar.
På fredag var jag med K, J & S och vi hade det sjukt kul. Ninja rullningar och en massa annat roligt ute på byn på kvällen.

På lördag var det HörneforsDagen, och den vart helt okej. Gick runt där med H, vi stötte även på K ett par gånger. Senare bestämde vi (jag&H) att vi skulle cykla ut till Bjenberg och äta kakor hos H's farmor, riktigt trevligt. På kvällen gick vi runt lite på byn, va med K en stund. Vi var även hemma hos hennes (K's) moster. För alla va typ där. Haha, lite promille där eller? Sjukt roligt att titta när fulla vuxna sjunger singstar.

Just nu sitter jag i skolan och väntar på att min svenska lektion ska börja. Inte så taggande, men de positiva är ialla fall att jag slutar 14:45 idag. Inte 15:30 som jag trodde, haha. 45 minuter till godo.

Ska fråga D om han kan skjutsa hem mig idag, orkar inte sitta och vänta på bussen. Han har nog inge bättre för sig ialla fall, haha.

Älskar dig <3

Peace out.

Hoppas, hoppas !

Kul, nu ligger jag med en förkylning.
Passande, not. Vi som hade planerat att fara till Danmark imorgon.
Men just nu verkar det inte som att de blir av. Jag som verkligen ville fara till Danmark.
Aja, om vi inte far så får vi det nog ändå bra här hemma. Min sista dag och allt.
På onsdag börjar skolan och jag taggar verkligen inte. Det ända roliga är att jag får träffa allt folk igen. Men får väl försöka att göra det bästa av det också antar jag.

Nu ska jag försöka sova och bli frisk tills imorgon.
+ Att jag ska vänta på att Han ringer mig ikväll, som han alltid gör.
Tycker verkligen om den pojken. Bara jag tänker på honom så ler jag.
Am I fallin' inlove again?
Näe, gud vad jag babblar haha. Mars isäng unga dam.

Peace out <3

Malmö

Nu är jag i Malmö, and I love it.
Flygresan gick hyffsat bra, mådde dock illa men de gick över när jag fick i mig lite mat.
Igår va jag, papi och E ute och gick runt Malmö en stund, sen for vi till Sandra och Stefan.
Lilla Wille har blivit så stor sen jag såg han sist i julas, jag lägger upp bilder senare när jag får tillfälle. Idag ska vi nog inte göra något speciellt. Farmor och farfar kommer om ett par timmar och då blir de säkert att spela kort. Kanske inte direkt när dom kommer, men säkert senare ikväll. Jag måste ta revansh nu, papi och E har spöat mig två dar i rad nu. Men de lär ju inte gå nå bättre för mig nu när farmor och farfar kommer. Farmor vinner typ jämt..eller papi.

Imorgon börjar MalmöFestivalen, taggar! Och på lördag är de RixFm.
Dagarna kommer säkert gå fort nu när det är så mycke roligt som händer. Men men, de får jag ju ta. 20:e börjar skolan, taggar inte.

Nu ska jag duscha och sånt innan farmor och farfar kommer. Skriver mer senare idag eller någon annan dag.


Peace Out.

1 day to go.

Tisdag börjar nu närma sig mer och mer. Kan inte fatta att tiden har gått så fort.
Jag längtar verkligen tills vi ska fara, är t.o.m övervänt tror jag..De känns som de ialla fall.
Faktum är att jag inte ens har börjar packa än, har inte ens planerat vad jag ska packa. Jag måste ta tag i de imorgon.
Imorgon ska jag träffa mina bullar innan jag far också. Dom kom hem från Skäret idag och dom grät tydligen som ett par småungar. Men jag kan ändå förstå dom, de är riktigt härligt därute.

Nu vet jag inte riktigt vad jag ska skriva längre, haha.
Det har inte hänt så mycket sen sist jag skrev, har bara gjort de vanliga.
Hängt med J&K och bara tagit de lungt.

Shit, kan verkligen inte sluta tänka på Malmö.
Är så sjukt taggad, som jag nog har sagt tusen gånger nu. Men jag tror inte att ni förstår.
Bara stämningen där nere är helt u n d e r b a r.
Min farmor och farfar kommer ditt också när jag är där nere, har inte träffat dom på 1 år så de ska bli skojj de också.

Skolan börjar närma sig också, taggar verkligen inte.


Kanske ska säga att jag har träffat en helt underbar kille också, love.


Nu ska jag titta på My name is Earl, sen blir det att sova. Jag skriver mer när jag är nere i Malmö.



Peace out.

HAHAHA omg !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRuNxHqwazs&feature=related


So much fun !

I have a dream !

Martin Luther King, 28 augusti 1963

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by a sign stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last

I have a dream.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by a sign stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

Martin Luther King

Slow dancing in a burning room.

Jag behöver inte dig, trust me.
Klarar mig alldeles perfekt utan dig, jävla idiot.

Orka, M och hennes kille kommer hem på måndag.
Måste ni? Stanna borta 1 vecka till tycker jag.
Nu måste jag ju städa hela huset imorgon, PAIN !
Jaja, finns ju inte så mycket jag kan göra.


Om 9 dagar bär det av till älskade Malmö, tagga jävel.

No one can love you like I love you
No one can do the things that I would do to you
I'd do something about it if I were you
Or feel my heels as I'm walking over you