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Spring is finally here!

I went job hunting today. Fucking pointless. I still need a job, I NEED MONEY! I've been broke since November, I'm sick of it now. All I'm asking for is a monthly (fat) income. I should marry a rich dude.

I've almost quit smoking, ALMOST. I mean, technically I still smoke, but a lot less. I'm down to about two cigarettes a day instead of like a billion. Not really a billion, but yeah, you get the idea.

the hills were higher when we were young

STRAWBERRY JAM

SIX THINGS THAT MAKES ME HAPPY

ONE. WHEN MY FOUR-YEAR-OLD BROTHER SMILES AT ME
TWO. WHEN MY BOY HOLDS ME REALLY TIGHT
THREE. EVERY TIME I COME TO LAX AND SEE THE "WELCOME TO LOS ANGELES" SIGN
FOUR. LISTENING AND SINGIN' ALONG TO MUSIC WITH CHRISTIE IN HER CAR
FIVE. DANCING LIKE NOBODY'S WATCHING
SIX. HANSON SHOWS, FUCK, I COULD LIVE AT ONE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

so strange. what love can do.

PAUSED

DISTRACTION-UUUUH.

FOUR PLACES I GO OVER AND OVER
ONE. various coffee shops
TWO. bathrooms
THREE. various shops
FOUR. "my" bedroom

FOUR PEOPLE WHO EMAIL ME REGUARLY
ONE. my boy
TWO. christie
THREE. tony
FOUR. zachary

FOUR MOVIES I WATCH OVER AND OVER
ONE. almost famous
TWO. milk
THREE. into the wild
FOUR. la dolce vita

FOUR PLACES I'D RATHER BE
ONE. at home with my boy
TWO. los angeles
THREE. los angeles
FOUR. los angeles

FOUR FAVOURITE THINGS
ONE. my pillow
TWO. my laptop
THREE. my iTouch
FOUR. a ring with a heart my mom gave to me

AND THE NAKED BONE OF AN ECHO SAYS DON’T WALK AWAY

There's still snow on the streets. It's fucking April, where's spring? C'mon Sweden. Been here for a couple of days now, and I'm already ready to leave. I wish I was rich and could do whatever. Unfortunately, I'm not, which makes me stuck here for a while. I need a job. NOW. I don't even know where to begin. And I don't know where to find the strength. These past couple of months have been a fucking rollercoaster, and I'm lost.

Note to self: Figure shit out. This week. & move on.



crossroads. which way is right?
darlin', walk a while with me. strange. what love does.

fashionably late

this will make my boy really happy.

confessions.

i am stubborn and always late.

down in albion

new cassette

the start of a new era in my life?

hand over your heart, let's go home.

I'm back in LA. It's sweet.
I am so in love with this city.

on the road

I left Östersund today, once again. Right now I'm in Stockholm at the airport waiting for my flight to London, and then LA. I have to wait here for TWELVE HOURS, and it's in the middle of the night, nothing is open and there's only weirdos walking around. This is no fun at all, I've only been here for about two hours now and I'm already bored out of my mind. I'm gonna go out for a smoke in a little while, and after that I'm gonna watch some more episodes of Gossip Girl, and after that I'm gonna watch Almost Famous and Milk. Hopefully that'll keep me entertained for a couple of hours.

make it, break it, or end it?

fool me twice, shame on me.

Last night we went out, got really drunk & complained about everything about this city, and this whole country. We ended up going to two clubs, and newsflash, they both sucked. And the music was fuckin' awful. They played like old eurovision-contest-crap- tunes and bad R'n'B shit. By the time the clock was around 1 am we had had enough and catched a cab back home. I don't think I actually realized how drunk I was until I came home, and fell all over a table and layed there laughing by myself, and then trying to check my facebook and emails plus IM with some friends, the computer screen was like a floating blur. Then I decided it was nappy time.

Woke up at 8 am this morning, still slightly drunk and then the hungover hit me like a punch in the face to the point where I told myself to never have alcohol again, like usually, but that never happens. I've wasted this saturday by watching The Hills and The City all day long, for hours and hours, it's really entertaining when you don't have any energy to do anything else. And you gotta love the-ridiculous-still-in-high-school-drama that is basically going on non-stop.

don't get down my darlin'

on our way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me.
rollin' numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city,
in the morning we will see, just how crazy young love can be.

wanna see something? do ya?

just a kid

karolin is back in sweden from barcelona, thank god, now i have someone to hang out with in this shithole city. we went downtown yesterday, and after one hour (ONE!!!) we were already bored and didn't have anything else to look at or do. how amazing isn't this lovely city? it's CRAP. after walking around for a bit longer i catched the bus and picked up my little brother at his kindergarden, and then we walked home and i made a typical swedish dish for us, macaronies, meetballs and ketchup. my little brother ate twelve (!!!) meetballs and he's four years old, and one hour after that he had two sandwiches and three glasses of milk, can't believe that kid.

you're not an adult yet mele,
you're just a kid like me, you still play! - my little brother


today i've unpacked my two suitcases that i basically live in, and washed all of my clothes, which was a good achievement for being me, i think i've done my laundry by myself like 5 times throughout my whole life. plus i hanged it all up myself too, gosh i'm good. and tomorrow when it's dry i'm gonna pack it all down again in my suitcases and get ready for my next journey, which will be going back to LA, the city i'm in love with.

I've been living in a suitcase for almost a year.
Still, I don't feel like unpacking yet.

sexual revolution

Liqiud, beautiful nights, melancholy dreams.

I am going back to LA on the 12th.
It makes me happy.