Hold me

Hasta luego,
Louise

I can testify

I don't think you have been properly introduced, you guys and my room mate.
Once upon a time there was this boy. Brought up by very christian and decent people. The Mother named Gretel and the Father named Claus and times were rough. The Sister of the family soon became sick after her 13th birthday, showing signs by not being able to walk. Quickly the family alienated her, left her in bed with the Nana by her side.
Two days passed. The house doctor didn't even have any answers. Soon a rumor in town spread that the daughter of the house of Gretel and Claus, had a face filled with festering sores surrounded by inflamed tissue. It was horrible. Hastily the family sent away their son to the local priest for remedy.
But nothing, nothing happened and the son was gone for days.
When he finally arrived home, something had changed. His face had become pale, with a shadow of loath.
While walking past his family, anxiously standing on the doorstep, he didn't make an effort to greet them, he just continued his steps inside the house and towards his sister's bed.
With a sweep of his cloak, a bible revealed itself and a crucifix was set in his hand. The son pressed the crucifix against his sister's forehead and she opened her eyes. With a furious roar she flung her body against his and opened her mouth. The stench from her rotting inside filled the room and with her claw-like hands, she grasped her brother's collar "Are you my salvation?" she whispered.
He pressed his hand against her face, forcing her back into the bed. "Yes, I am finally here."

Long story short...

Hasta luego,

Louise

GÄSTINLÄGG...skulle en kunna säga

Behold, ART!

As you all know, I live with a friend.
I don't wanna brag or anything but this friend is an artist. The element of his mantra in art must be Endurance. How long can an object endure without the contact of human kind (which means me, cleaning) and what comes out of it? I even think this is his phrase of everything he does.
This particular object is called "The Praying mantis".

Once there was another object called "The raptor claw" but it disappeared quite briskly after I moved in.
Hasta luego,
Louise

Gee wizz!

Hasta luego,
Louise

Oh, boy!

You can not mix two people who loves eating. It ends up with this. Not political correct what so ever. Yes, we bought strawberries. It's march. They were from Spain apparently.
Always a moment of utter mischief with this boy. I luv it. Sorry, mother earth. I'll do better next time.

Utter mischief soundtrack


Hasta luego,
Louise

Two pieces of bread and then I wish you have some meat!

Hubba hubba hey!

Hey followers! Here, have some belly button! So who is going to give me the chance to dress-up like Jesus this Easter? Masquerades, please!

About health:
My clothes fit better. How? Not working out that much actually but still no gluten and very much love from friends and family. Even if I follow about a thousands instafitness blogs I never buy those powder things and I, promise, do NOT feel very motivated by butts that looks like cardboard boxes and/or eight packs on girl. It just looks freaky, as well as skinny little birds with Grand Canyon between their legs.

Soundtrack of today
Yes, I'm dancing around in my tights too this! Fucking fabulous!

Hasta luego,
Louise

Haha, good one, Life...good one

I have no idea of what I am doing. 

I'm in this state of nothing.

Feels like I've broken a few ribs and my legs are still shaky. What the hell...

This was indeed the best sleep-over since centuries.

Hasta luego,

Louise

How to understand oneself

I'm engaged.

I've finally proposed to the one person I love more than life in this god forsaken existence.

Yes, we've made it official. Since we've known each other for a very long time, I've met my other half's both ups and down. We've stuck together for better or worse more or less. Isn't that cheeky?

When you spend so much time with each other, it's kind of inevitable too not become in some sort of relationship. Love and hate relationship that is.

For two years we were separated but the time apart have strengthen  the desire for each other. It was bad at times but this person have always been there for me. The one who reminds me of whom I really am.

And this person have the best taste in music. This person's smell is so good and I can be how disgusting I want to with xhe.

Hasta luego,

Louise

What, what in da butt?

It's a fucking shame that I don't listen to music at the gym. Otherwise it would go something like this.

Nickelback - Something in your mouth
My darkest days - Porn star dancing
Godsmack - Bad religion
/
Was going to make this awesome list but

Hasta luego,

Louise

I want more

This is my life/Its not what it was before/All these feelings I've shared/And these are my dreams/That I'd never lived before/Somebody shake me/'Cause I /I must be sleeping/-/Now that we're here/It's so far away/All the struggle we thought was in vain/All in the mistakes/One life contained/They all finally start to go away/Now that we're here it's so far away/And I feel like I can face the day, and I can forgive/And I'm not ashamed to be the person that I am today/These are my words/That I've never said before/I think I'm doing okay/And this is the smile/That I've never shown before/Somebody shake me 'cause I/I must be sleeping/-/I'm so afraid of waking/Please don't shake me/Afraid of waking/Please don't shake me...


Stained - So Far Away

Hasta luego,
Louise

The new life cirka 95

Nothing makes me more happy than having a full fridge.

.

You just go, go, go

...and then you arrive home and the world is still so fuzzy and wonderful until you wake up too a mountain of dishes. The horror.
And I need to wash my clothes. Fuck this shit. I'm going to the gym with a lot of fucking energy I've never felt before. I am so fucking on love!

The soundtrack of today

Hasta luego,
Louise

You know the feeling of being in love?

The first steps are kind of uneasy, trembling. You ask others if you are in a relationship and they confirms that it is correct because they can see that you're glowing. Covered in a pink shimmer the world in it's full glory seems to be so much more colorful. I am in love and I am certain of that this is my biggest love.

All the wonderful people and the atmosphere of the RFSLU congress has made me feel this way and I wish that this was permanent. After this weekend I feel more complete. Not that I was everywhere and anywhere before but I've definitely grown a lot. How I am more certain of my way of being, acting and sharing with others.
I'm not kidding when I say that this was like stop breathing the ordinary air and becoming something of extraordinary creature among other beautiful human beings.
Fuzziness!

Hasta luego,
Louise

You are the melody

I ought to marry myself.
The music taste I had when I was younger still makes me fall in love.
Plainsong
The whole music compilation for the movie Marie Anotinette starring Kirsten Dunst.
That album, the feeling is so right. Listen to it, it's just...THIS. Damn it. They don't make boys like this anymore. I wonder whatever happened to my first real boyfriend. I bet that he's a dad. The best ones turns into dads. Damn it.

And this week has been all over the place. Feel like I've done nothing quite productive for anyone else than myself. That feeling I'm not quite familiar with. Strangely enchanting this feeling. I might execute another week like this in the future. Well then, I'm heading up to Stockholm this weekend. Gong to attending the congress of RFSLU for the first time. Excited!

Riktat inlägg! Börja söka partner.

Som många kanske vet så valde jag att bli medlem på en nätdejtingsite för att jag kunde inte bara fucking sitta och vänta på bättre tider. Prins Charming kommer aldrig ridandes på en vit fåle, så är det bara.
Och hela den här tiden (som inte är slut än) är helt jävla skitrolig. Mycket chattande, några telefonsamtal och någon riktig dejt. När jag skriver mycket chattande så är det inte mycket alls egentligen. Fram och tillbaka några gånger men aldrig det där jävla novellskrivandet i mailform som jag lärt mig att avsky.
Tid, plats, hur och sedan är det bara att köra. Köp en peruk om du skulle känna dig osäker och vandra förbi din dejt för att känna av hans aura innan du går fram och hälsar.

Denna chans att träffa någon på ett konkret och ärligt sätt har fått mig att ifrågasätta mitt förra "dejtande". Att ha konstiga smskonversationer där en ställer sig frågan om en egentligen vill fortsätta prata eller om en bara gillar sin smssignal plinga till i ensamheten.
Alla de absurda men fortfarande förväntansfulla kvällar då en suttit jämte och fucking väntat på ett lökigt hångel vilket gör att kvällens enda höjdpunkt blir att se honom bli stupfull för att sedan bli stönad i örat om att man är vacker, till att han kaskadspyr.
Ett annat bra exempel är spelet. Han spelar ointresserad (antingen är han bara genuint upptagen av sitt ego och förra silikonfyllda erövringar eller så är han dum i huvudet - pick'n'enjoy) och låter det gå tusen och en natt innan han tillslut svarar på dina sms. Något riktigt sorgligt jag var med om var en kille som ringde mig två månader efter att jag skitit fullständigt i honom. Han gnydde om att han saknade den uppmärksamhet han fick.
Vad som fick min hjärna att slå på högväxlarna i tankeverksamheten var en jobbarkompis smsande under fikapausen igår. "Är det någon speciell?" frågar jag. "Nä eller kanske. Jag vet inte.". "Inget seriöst då?" frågar jag och hon höjer på ögonbrynen. "Inte vad jag vet. Han har inte sagt något om det."
Vad i helvete.
Nog om det.

MEN det bästa kan nog vara det som inträffade idag. På grund av att jag är så jävla snål, hands up, I confess, så måste jag avsluta mitt konto nästa månad. Telefonsamtalet jag hade med killen som satt i kundtjänsten; Jag förstår varför han får sitta där. Hans röst var som en smekning en ljummen sommarkväll. Ett vattenfall av ljuva stavelser. Ett klitoriskittlande samspel mellan läppar och tunga. Rullande R.
Pust och stånk. Stön, mitt arma underliv.
Tur att jag har ännu en dejt ikväll.

Hasta luego,
Louise

Gilla läget

A least I went home with a penis that night. Rarely happens. Let the bells chime, my turning point is now.

Big booty bitches

Hello, you sexy body.

The soundtrack of today

I hope you all have understood that I'm not gong for any suntanned crazy fit body this year. Haha, a body so tight three extra calories would destroy a month of hard work. Fucking depressing. -stuffs face with chocolates and beer-. Today's hard work were of the belly muscles and some butt, mostly squats.
A freaking goal of mine would be to swing myself up from lying on the floor too standing without the help of any arms.
The motivation of today is Knasen from yesterday's telly Gladiatorerna. Mother of balls, if you're able to see his performance, do it! That man's body is just a hundred kilos of muscles! Fitspiration!

Also, here is a lovely butt. Enjoy!

Hasta luego,
Louise

I like this, another!

The string theory

Here, have a delicious hint of what a nice t-shirt looks like.

Here, have a facebook link http://www.facebook.com/Qwertee

Here, have a scrumptious view of the home site http://www.qwertee.com/

Bazinga!

Hasta luego,

Louise

The road does not look so lonely

...and while I'm at it. Dating is interesting, quite amusing and at the same time horrible. One must be brave to sign up for an internet dating site, yes, young jedi.
I've met, chatted and talked with a lot of rather strange people but I like this roughness. I'm able to be as frank as one could be. I'd like to introduce myself as a dating-demon.
"Oh, you like anal, nice, -click-"
"You have an unhealthy relationship with your mother, yes, nice. -click-"
"Where is your towel? You don't know... -click-"
"You don't have a job and you're not planning on studying?....-click-"
"You want kids NOW??! What about my youth? Will you carry the little rodent for nine months then? For fuck sake -click-"
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries? Nice, -click-"
"We just don't click. -click-"

I really like the guy I'm dating right now. And he is really good-looking.
And I'm acting all tense about it because small things kind of points in the direction of him liking me too.
Which leads on to that I'm freaking myself out.
Freaking myself out!
Goddamnit.
And he has a good taste in music. This is horrible.

Hasta luego,
Louise

Answer too the dating game

Fuck me, what kind of bollocks is this?? It began with me not knowing about the dating rules what so ever so I thought I'd google it and my previous post was one of the most popular hits on the net.

First off, is he texting you much tell him about it. What would happen besides from that he lays off the whole deal? (Maybe he has some sort of texting rabies, then be sure of informing him about it and maybe he can get some prescription pills or something). If he stops texting, good he was never that interested anyway and you'll have a lot of space left in phone for messages from people who actually likes you. If he continues texting but in a smaller amount, maybe he haz brains. But what the flying fuck - the line about leaving a girl hanging? Promoting THE GAME much?

Secondly: Yes, clean up your fucking mess. No one likes a dirty, smelly home. And make sure to have it cleaned on every occasion when she's in your home and maybe when you're alone too. (Read self-written chapter about self-help through orderliness)

Third. What the hell? So, what you're saying is that a girl should be impressed by the amount of friends or should I say "friends" (what did you expect/project?) that her date has? Interesting theory and quite shallow I might say. If I'd be that girl and my date would holla at every girl or guy in a bar I'd probably think that he is a slut. Nothing wrong with being a slut though if that is what you are looking for. If he'd go on and on about his friends I'd probably ask myself what I was doing there. Why'd he need me in his life if he was already so content with his situation?

Fourth: Haha, just. Ok right. So let us pretend she/he/xhe was never there. "You said that you had a relationship but questions about it is off limit?" I do ask guys straight up front if he was cheated on or cheating. Maybe I'm behaving quite rough here but hey, a cheater is always a cheater. I don't believe in saint Margaret putting her freaking heads upon anyones head and compelling them from ever cheating again. Nah-a. Me diplomatic, fuck no.

Five: In my heads this sounds kind of right. Never take out your dick and declare to the little lady that she is now allowed to stroke it gently. Or bring out the wispy tongue and wisp about in her mouth. Think about your mother.

At the same time putting your hand lightly on the girl's back while walking or taking her hand while stepping over slippery roads I guess is quite the gentleman behavior. If she doesn't like it, respect it.

Sixth: Dating several people at the same time, yes it's alright but as it progresses is it that fair to your dates to have led them on? I'd say, be frank "I'm dating" and that is that- If she/he/xhe is ok with it then fine. If not, ok. Don't be that guy who reveals on his third date with one girl, that he's been dating six other girls at the same time and consequently fallen in love with one of them. Nice going there laddie. Remember, a heart is easily broken.

I'd go on about this since there is A LOT of dating advice on the net and the ones you're getting from friends and baking a cake and what not but I'm stopping here.

The one rule of them them all I'd say is that there is no rules. Your guts will probably tell you of it's ok to have your date wisp about in your mouth or him talking non-stop about his ex. Be yourself from the beginning. If there is any ugly truth hidden, it will reveal itself sooner or later anyway.

Hasta luego,

Louise

The dating game

Ladies and gentlemen,
Six dating rules every man should know about.

One: Let go of your telephone.
According to a swedish well-known sexpert, there is nothing attractive by showing desperation by calling or texting too much with your potential partner. And as we all know a woman is sexually turned-off by a man showing his glowing interest. If he leaves her hanging, her interest will fire like a fucking rocket into the sky and consequently he will grow with potential in her eyes.

Two: Clean up your home
Let there be shiny freshness all over when showing the little lady your apartment the first time. Make sure to be even more meticulous with the cleaning of your kitchen and bathroom and be sure to throw away those porn magazines you have lying around.

Three: Show off your popularity
False marketing surely isn't good in the long run but in the beginning of your relationship it's most likely beneficial. Take her to places where you know a lot of people. Girls like the thought of being with a guy who knows a lot of people.

Four: Never kiss and tell about your ex
A guy with a broken heart is not an attractive target for most women. The risk of returning to your ex is bigger then most guys imagine. Therefor never mention you exes in the beginning of the relationship.

Five: Keep your hands too yourself
Regardless of how hot your lady is you must restrain your lust. Not much is appreciated in terms of touching or kissing her in the beginning. Timing, timing, timing.

Six: Be a manslut
If you by any odds have the opportunity to date several girls at the same time, you must be sure to know that you're not taking a shite where you eat. The girls mustn't ever know about each other. Check facebook regularly if the girls you're dating at the same time, know or know anything of each other.

To be continued...

Rödljusen

From Monday until Sunday it's like this downward spiral. The first day of the week confirms the state of total chaos. Everything is wrong, goes wrong and don't you even dare to protest. Tuesday is not that bad but still not that great. Maybe one little piece of a hundred goes right. Satisfying enough for a Tuesday one might say.

Today is Tuesday and maybe things would have run more easily if it wasn't just Tuesday we were talking about. Tuesday is the day when you have this small amount if positive strength and will enough to execute at least one thing. The thing is, the energy is not enough to execute this. It just disappears by itself. I did do one thing this day. I failed eminently but hey, I did it. High five life!

It's a never-ending backlash of not studying in weekends. I am always late. When is time?

Hasta luego,

Louise

I will get my hands on you

And then there was Monday again. I should keep you guys updated with a new picture of my smoking body but I haven't had any time for taking one. Anyway, no gluten makes me haz a happy!

Hasta luego,
Louise

Prancer the dancer

Internationella kvinnodagen!!!

I'm celebrating it with another date :')

Wish me luck,
Louise

Baby, don't hurt me!

Tisdag.
Lektion i Information&Kommunikation.
Vad gör vi? Sitter och kollar på Harlem Shakes och brittisk humor på storskärmen i datorsalen.

Making big advances in Google+.
Damn.

Hasta luego,
Louise

...and I fight my corner

I can't stand myself. Sitting here by the computer, watching the last episode of the last season of SATC, sobbing and snoring. The big L word is mentioned several times. Happiness. Reunions.
I don't feel any of it. I'm crying because I can't feel any of this and my mind is heavy with the thought of everything I have to rebuild yet another time.
I'm still filled with rage. Everything was just a big lie. A charade.
How long is this gonna last?


Jag funderar på att avlasta mig själv lite på den här bloggen ikväll. Bär på mycket som jag vet inte hur jag ska få ur mig på annat sätt. Har redan tjatat öronen av mina kompisar och gråtit ögonen ur mig.

Infekterat. Det är ett väldigt bra ord för det. Jag väljer att använda mig utav samma ord gång på gång i varje maildiskussion vi har. I två år. Samma problem. Gång på gång på gång.
"Det är infekterat, jag vill aldrig se dig igen. Jag känner inte dig", skriver jag. Hur stod jag ut så länge? Nästan varje meddelande jag hittar sparat är fyllt av den här konversationen fram och tillbaka.
"Jag tycker vi glider ifrån varandra" säger han och jag svarar med "Sitt inte med telefonen i ansiktet då?".
"Jag tycker att du ska prata med någon om dina problem" skriver han och jag svarar "Jag har inga direkta problem eller menar du vårat förhållande? Aha, du menar att ditt handlande och din relation till andra kvinnor kan omöjligen påverka mig? Att du skiter fullständigt i vad jag tycker, om jag blir sårad eller inte?"
"Varför blir du så arg?" skriver han. "Därför jag blir sviken gång på gång av dig och ditt omogna och synnerligen egoistiska beteende. Du lyckas till och med såra mig när jag sitter i Spanien", skriver jag.
Finns så sjukt mycket skit att gå igenom. Allt med en nochalant ton från hans håll. "Du kan la göra det här och det här för att jag är trött" Jag har lärt mig att hata den frasen så himla mycket. Jag är trött. 

Nu inser jag att jag aldrig har fått mitt hjärta krossat såhär hårt innan.

I can haz chocolate?

I'm having an ugly day today. 

Besides from me feeling like a sack of shit, my body is making me cry over everything.

"People are kissing in movies -insert me crying-"

"My cat is drinking water and looking cute -insert me crying-"

"The pimple on my jawline is hurting -insert me crying-"

"Someone in class is making a joke and I'm missing out on it. -insert me crying over becoming deaf at an early age-"

Yes, it's hormonal. A woman's curse.

Hasta luego,
Louise

There was this love

I've never done this before

If I was a Pokémon I'd probably be an eevee. Yes people, this is how I spend my Sundays. Don't be so judgmental.

And then probably evolve into Espeon or Flareon. How awesome wouldn't that be?

Be someones pet and have super powers. Nice!

High five,

Louise

Nothing for you

May one be able to create love?
I'm tired of waiting for it to just come to me.

Hasta luego,

Louise

Here to remind me of what I've got

A quick pic from yesterday. Me inside the cafeteria for the first time. Haha, there has to be someone who fails to warm a microwave pizza and I guess that's me. Mudd doing her thing and the rest of the crew dancing around too the Baseballs. Well, yes, this picture represents most of our Thursdays in our youth house.

Shortly afterwards it was time to go up to the gymnasium and watch the musical arranged by the third year kids of the art/music/theater program of Tingsholm (<---school). It was great! Recommending this to everyone I know, go watch it!

Hasta luego,

Louise