It has been a while, though.

Since I last wrote you a letter, I mean.
Are the trees turning gold as well where you are? Probably.
But you could also be sitting in the middle of a desert, frozen or burning, it doesn't matter, as long as it is deserted.
The Siberian tundra fascinates me. It is amazing that so much death can hold so much life.

It reminds me of my new favorite song - "Not in love" by Crystal Castles and Robert Smith.
It might be due to recent events that I find it so amazing, but I love it nonetheless. The first time I heard it, I was riding my bike one of those classical dark and stormy nights, with the starts shining above me, along a deserted bikeway, in the middle of what seemed to be nowhere - fields stretching out on both sides, and lights from houses in the horizon. And for the first time in a long time, I was not afraid of the dark. It was wonderful.
(the video is fan-made)

I realize that I've spent too much time on this blog writing about how shitty life seems when you're a distorted teenager - you can't really use that for anything, can you?
I suppose I look at this as too much of a diary, and some sort of 'English-practice' - which it is, too.
But I thought I would share with you one of the many project I try to finish (since I'm the kind of person that starts a lot of things, like knitting a sweater, writing a long story, painting a painting, and most of the times, never finish - not because I give up, but because it bore me) but this time I think I will!
I begun NAALBINDING :D

And what in the world is that, you might ask yourself? - why, it is of course the kind of knitting the vikings did! It's awesome! I'm nearly done with the first sock, and I love it,because it is so easy! And looks very pretty too C:

The sock I'm making (from the site where I got the pattern):
Link to the pattern

 

That's it for now! Keep warm (:

Worst. Dream. EVER.

Okay, so this night I dreamt that I poked all of my friends on facebook.
I mean seriously, what the fuck? What kind of dream is that?
I was not disappointed when I woke up, just... Weirded out.
Anyway.
As I wrote yesterday, I am going to team up with my extraordinarily beautiful (and crazy) friend, Isabella!
She is half German, so you can already tell this is going to be wild! We're going to the Rick Astley concert on Train this evening, and I cannot express how much I am looking forward!
Btw, you should all check out Isabella's blog - http://artandwordsfromateenager.blogspot.com/
She draws way better than me, and it's really worth taking a look!

Frustrated + apathetic

Hi guys, didn't see you there! Ah--- ha. ha. ha.
Oh lord.
I really want to make a new post, but I don't really have anything to write about.
Every time I start a new document, I just sit and stare at the blank paper.
I think I have a serious case of 'writer's blog' ):
But there just isn't anything interesting going on in my life at the moment - and I'm not funny, so I can't write comedy-stuff that will make people laugh.
I'm pretty much in a downer right now - I feel the obligatory winter depression sneaking in from behind.
And it's not even interesting or entertaining, because it is always the same old story - stare into the grey wide open, and imagine that the world is blank and free of pain and hurt - but also completely empty.
And this is not the way to run a blog - just writing stuff down like a diary - this is a public place, goddammit!
I can't even write about my dreams, because the only dreams I have, are nightmares, and not even the interesting kind - just plain old nightmares with ghosts and dried corpses shambling through the night after me.
Okay, maybe there is one thing - Every time I try to talk or shout at them, I do it in German - I find that disturbingly entertaining, but I have no idea why.

I think it might be the school, that drains me from energy - well, you can always blame the system, can't you? Because it won't blame you back. Just put even more duties on you.

But I am indeed looking forward to tomorrow - And friend of mine and I am going to see Rick Astley himself in concert, and I think I might have some fun! :D
It's somewhat of an inside joke between us - not just the rickroll, but everything about the dear ginger-man <3

I'll go to bed now.
I just finished watching "Blue" - you know, the famous French art-film.
It is very good, and I enjoyed it, and it reminded me just a bit of how I feel. Not that my husband's dead and my only daughter too (whose name in the film is btw the same as mine) but I feel hopeless in the same way as Julie. The weather is turning grey, and this morning there was ice on my bicycle.
I'm still searching for the point in all this. I think it might get better if I do.

Stay depressed - write better!

I recently found this text, which explains why it is so hard to write when you're happy, and a lot easier when you're a big mess of negative feelings - and I agree completely.
Read it - it's awesome : thoughtcatalog.com/2011/why-its-harder-to-write-when-youre-happy/

Soppy days and bleak nights

It's growing colder these days - outside as inside.
Been listening to Jill Tracy more and more, and since my boyfriend told me this tuesday he wasn't sure of our relationship anymore, it escalated into something unhealthy.

I feel bleak. Just as bleak as it gets, and I'm not even noticing events around me anymore - there's a 'renaissance market' held at my school tomorrow, and I who love everything about that period and is almost fanatically obsessed with every before the 17th century can't manage myself to go. It's so dull. So terribly dull.
But I think there must be one good thing about this - as all other artists, great as small, I create better when I'm in a permanent state of melancholia - it'll at least be good for my career.

I'm not even sad anymore. I'm just in a grey trance. And as the dear Jill Tracy sings, well - it leaves me cold.

Who am I? Who are you? Do you care? NO!

I figured it was a good idea to make a kind of 'introduction' to meself - although I've already rumbled enough through this 'blogging thing' already.

This is me (with a friend - I'm to the left):

But this is also me:

And this is me too:

Okay, maybe that last one was a lie, but I sure as hell would like to be as gorgeous as Mrs. Addams!
I can start with the basics - I'm 18 years old, and I like tea and bats. There's a lot more things that I like as well, but you'r probably going to experience that later. Given of course, that you continue to read my marvelous blog! That would be a great honor (for me)

And the moment I have purple bangs, but since my camera is off duty, I can not take a picture *sob*

On this blog I'll write about my dreams and short stories that I write (mostly in Danish, since that is my native tongue, but I'll try writing in English too), music and stuff that goes on in the world I know.
I sincerely hope that you will join me in this quest for meaning and  knowledge and other silly things, and with these final words, I bid you goodbye - but not for long.

For as the dear gentlemen of Monty Python tells us - Always look on the bright side of life!