I'm not funny...

So, this week I've been sick a lot, and I haven't really felt like writing a lot, but since I've made a promised to write something every second week here goes:
I think I'll write a little about humour, being funny, joking or whatever else you want to call it, we can probably all agree that we define 'funny' as different things, but some people just aren't funny to anyone but themselves, and it's very hard to tell people that they aren't funny. I know some people have had a hard time figuring me out because I have a very dark and very specific form of humour and some people don't think I'm funny, and sometimes they simply don't know that I'm joking, Sille and I have a joke about her not being welcome at my house because she's noisy and eats all our food (the reality is that Sille almost is too shy to talk to my parents and she follows me around and only eats when I force her too) and the other day we joked about this once again and a dear friend of ours named Michelle (the nicest person to ever walk the earth) got really confused and thought I was serious when I told Sille she couldn't come over, and after sitting and looking at us for a while she asked if we were being serious. I guess what I'm trying too say is that I confuse people.
Sometimes people confuse me too (though not often because I am awesome). I guess we should all be able to tell when people think we're funny or if people know we're joking, we could make the world less confusing... But a little confusion might be healthy for us...

Yep, that is all you get, I'm simply to lazy.

Where my happiness comes from

Today I thought long about what I should write for this week’s blog. While thinking I hummed a song or two and then an idea came to my mind: why was I happy? Just to clarify something I hum when I’m happy which means I hum/sing a lot. But why is that? Often I feel like there’s nothing to be happy and satisfied about and I feel like life is trying to kill me on purpose. I do complain a lot about how shitty my life can be but I also think that I can happy for just the smallest and most silly thing. Today a friend of mine asked me why PE was better than yesterday (we play and do the exact same things at PE each time) and I answered: “Because the sun is shining.” The weather, a nice but also annoying thing all people have to deal with, made me happy today.

Now it’s not the weather which decide what mode I’m in. I think that the music I listen to have a huge influence at it as well. I’m one of those people who listen to music when I’m in the shower and yes I do sing along even though I’m the worst singer ever. Depending on the music I listen to in the morning my mood changes. If I listen to Mika I usually turn out to be very silly and very optimistic during school. On the other hand if I put on Alicia Keys or sometimes Dearth Cab for Cutie I can be rather quiet and thoughtful, a rather emo-kid even though it’s difficult. I laugh to easily so I can never be a real emo-kid.

Okay the last thing I want to mention in this weird stream of thoughts I’m having is the most obvious of them all: my friends. No one in the world can make you as happy as your friends. Somehow all my friends manage to smile and make me laugh every day, always. Sometimes it’s enough for me just to see their faces and I’ll suddenly have a huge smile on my lips. Often I get a smile back in return or maybe a hug. Because I’m a big fan of hugs, everyone I know knows that. But my point with this blog is this: it’s the small thing in life which makes me happy - maybe you as well - but it’s also the people around me who makes my life worth living. Thank you, all of you! You don’t need a greater greeting than that, I’ve already wrote a blog about how much I love you guys. So that better be the ending of this blog…

Mich - a story

I really didn't know what to write this week, so I decided that I would give you a peek of a story I'm writing, might seem a bit weird to some - I'm still working on it, well here goes:


"Mich"
Chapter 1 - intro
"Cecilia - leave the cat alone."
Marcus looked over the top of his book and spotted Cecilia chasing their pet cat around the garden. Sophie walked out onto the porch at that moment, she looked angrily at Marcus and said:
"Marcus, you're doing that thing again."
"What thing..?"
"That thing were you forget Cecilia is FIVE!"
"It's a cat... Not a toy!"
"She wasn't hurting it."
They both turned silent when they saw Cecilia standing between them, she had a flower in her hand, she gave it to Sophie who smiled, it wasn't a real smile though, she hadn't truly smiled since their parents told them about the divorce. They all had different ways of handling it - Sophie preferred not to talk about it, Marcus got angry about anything and Cecilia wasn't really old enough to understand what was going on around her. None of them was able to get used to the new house. After a while in silence Marcus got the look on his face he had when he was about to say something annoying:
"Don't you have Simon coming over or something?"
"Just because I've got a boyfriend and you're miserable and lonely, doesn't mean you have to point it out all the time!"
"I'm... I'm not..."
"If you say so... But no, he's not coming over. I've promised mum to help her with the cooking and stuff."
Sophie knew that Marcus hated it when she ended a sentence with "...and stuff." But he didn't point it out this time because he knew Sophie really disliked helping their mother out, for several reasons, but mostly because the two of them didn't get along very well. It wasn't that she blamed their mother for the divorce, they all agreed that it was their father who was to blame, he hadn't cheated or anything, he'd simply not been able to live the family-life they had, he needed to get away. He'd never been a good dad, but they'd loved him anyway, but when he'd told the children that he was moving to Australia they'd gotten a real surprise. Marcus had started yelling at him, and Sophie stormed out the room, none of them had spoken with their father since. It hadn't been easy for them, but they'd kept on a brave face on because of Cecilia, they silently agreed that they couldn't sit around in front of her, when she didn't.
Cecilia was possibly the bravest and most optimistic child in the world, unlike her older siblings - Cecilia was very fond of being outside she loved plants and animals. The older siblings were both book-people. Marcus loved science and the only time he willingly went outside was at night to look at stars, as Sophie put: "you're more nerdy than what's healthy for a fifteen-yearold." He didn't really care what people said about him though, he never had. Sophie on the other hand didn't care about science at all, she loved fiction, anything that could make her forget the real world, the only time she really enjoyed leaving her room was when her boyfriend Simon visited, which he often did.
***
Once again they ate dinner in silence, summer-vacation had just started, they had no plans whatsoever. After buying the new house, there wasn't really a lot of money for things like vacations, besides their mother worked all the time. Cecilia was the only of the children who really wanted to go anyway, that was why they'd bought her the cat, they'd allowed her to name it too, she'd chosen the name "Puppy" but no-one dared telling her how ridiculous it was, not even Marcus.

After dinner Marcus and Sophie did the dishes together, after a while in silence Sophie suddenly said:
"I'm sorry about earlier..."
"Hmm?"
"I don't think you're miserable, or lonely..."
"Hmm..."
"But you shouldn't have yelled at Cecilia, she's just a child..."
"Sophie do we really have to talk about this?"
Sophie was about to say something when once again Cecilia came with a flower, she gave it to Sophie who put it in her hair.
"There's an egg in the garden."
"Cecilia leave the birds alone."
Sophie looked at Marcus and shook her head.
"It's not a bird egg, it's a big egg!"
Cecilia showed with her hands how big the egg was, it was about the size of her head, Marcus was about to say something, but Sophie shut him up by holding up her hand, and said:
"Show us the egg."
And as asked Cecilia showed them the egg, and it really was a big egg. In the garden next to the big oak tree Cecilia loved. The egg was not only big, it also had green dots. Cecilia looked up at them with her big puppy-eyes.
"Can we keep it?"
They looked at each other and then at Cecilia, this egg just couldn't be real. After a while Marcus answered:
"Yes, we'll keep it."
And so they did, they kept the egg nice and warm, and they waited for it too hatch. They named it too, "Mich" they called it.

Technology and old people

I’d like to call this the most amusing mix ever. I truly can’t help myself but laugh and smile when I see my grandmother sitting in front of her laptop, trying to find the right buttons on the keyboard. Now I’m not an evil person who laughs at others because they can’t figure out how to use the modern technology. I just happen to think it’s a bit entertaining. The other day I was at my grandmother’s place because we were going to the cinema later that afternoon. She told me that she needed some help with a mail she got from a friend of hers who lives in Canada. My grandmother doesn’t speak English so I had to translate it for. Or so I thought because I often do that but this time it was a “send-this-mail-to-all-your-friends”-kinda mail. It was wisdom words and some of the ugliest glittering butterfly giffs I’ve ever seen. After my grandmother had tweeted about how pretty it was I tried to convince her that she could send the mail to others without it disappearing from her own inbox. I’m not sure if I succeed however I found it rather amusing that she tried to sound like she knew more than I did about this mail-thingy even though she was asking for my help. Another example would once again be my grandmother. Recently we all had to set the clock because it’s summertime and my grandmother couldn’t figure out how to do it on her mobile. She got a Nokia (the very best!) so it took me less than 2 seconds to set the clock. Well my grandmother didn’t quite understand it. “Where did you find it? How did you do it?” she kept repeating and she would not realize that she simply had overlooked the huge picture on the screen which said “Calendar and time”. Plus the picture was a huge clock… Anyway what I think I’m trying to say is that I find it amusing to help and watch older people trying to understand and make technology work - but it isn’t their fault, modern technology can be such a pain, even I can’t follow up. But on the other hand technology hates me…

Getting along...

We all have friends and people we like, but I think most of us also have someone in our life we just don't get along with, what I usually do is try to get to know them better, and if we still don't get along I simply try not to be around them.
But the thing is, a lot of people see me as weird and decide before getting know me - yeah, OK, I know I am a bit weird, and that is why my friends are often a bit weird too, but I usually get along with most people - even though they aren't as weird as me. But sometimes when people have decided I am too weird to get to know, we can annoy each other enormously, I know several people like this, but what brought me to think of it, was my sister.
Most siblings have a those fights that you can always bring up, those jokes that always return and so on. But with my sister it's become extreme, she can't come up with any new jokes so uses the same joke about my glasses she's used since I git them when I was 4 years old, and she seems to not have realised that it stopped being funny about ten years ago. My sister moved out when I was seven, and it seems that we just can never seem to get along for more than a few days, whenever she visits I get very moody, and the more time we spend together, the worse I get. We are just very different people, and I guess that is why we never got along.
And that it is with most people I don't get along with, I am very spontaneous at times, but mostly people just can get used to my weird humour.
So maybe it's my fault people don't get along with me, maybe it's them who can't get into my way of thinking, maybe some people are just too different...