some stuff, maybe

I goofed up and forgot to write last week because my (which is my usual writing day) was filled with assignments and friends.
So I'm taking this week instead, and I thought I'd write some 'poetry' because I felt like it.

I fell in love with words,
kind and charming words,
I feel them smile at me,
the fell soft and warm into my heart,
and I slowly fell in love with the words.

I stayed as words became promises,
hanging on to every promise,
the fill me with love and hope,
the daily reminder of why I fell in love.
I stayed for the promises,

It all turned into waiting,
the pain and loneliness of waiting,
every day that passes is one day till you're here again,
you're all I think about when I'm waiting,
separate but together in our waiting.

I've waited patiently for your touch,
the warm feeling of your touch,
the careful hand on my face,
the gentleness of your lips on mine,
I feel everything in me burn as we touch.

That's when I knew this is love,
when you held me it was all love,
the warm sticky, fuzzy feeling in me,
the pain when you walk away with a promise of "see you soon..."
I know when you give me the important words, that this is love.


Yep, that's it, I'm made of cheese and ooey-gooey emotional stuff

Another welcome back and stuff

Sidsel's been pushing me to write this week's  blog so here it comes! And since I don't feel very creative at this moment I'll copy her theme from last week's blog - and I feel like a bad person if I write about happy things since Sidsel talked about all the things she's bad it. So here is a list of some of the things I'm terrible at.

1. I'm very bad at remembering birthdays, even my grandparents' birthdays I find very difficult to remember. I once forgot Sidsel's birthday and I honestly don't think she'll ever forgive me for forgetting it - but it's the 26th of February HA, I've learned my lesson. Odd enough I'm good at remembering other stuff, not that I have any examples right now, but I suppose birthdays simply are my weak spot or something like that.

2. I'm terrible at getting things done. Yes it's an awful habit I got but during the summer it has grown stronger and out of control. Some days I barely leave my room and get nothing done and other days I clean the house, rearrange my wardrobe, go for a run, see my friends, go to the cinema, read a book and still pick up my brother after work. But since the summer break is over I'm hoping that this bad habit of mine will disappear because with all my homework I need a more structured working day...

3. I can't socialize in bigger groups. Well "can't" might be to exaggerate but I actually got an example. I went into to town during the holiday with my friend Markus and I had agreed on meeting his maybe-future-girlfriend-maybe-not in there. As soon as we caught up with her I stopped talking completely and Markus had to pick on me before I slapped him and started talking again. So when I'm with people I don't know or simply a big group I always shut and listen. It's terrible habit, really, and I hate it - but sometimes I get the feeling that I don't have anything clever to add so I just keep silent instead.

4. The last one is a very personal one but I think it'll do me good to get this off my heart. I'm very bad at controlling my feelings. This might sound very weird but the truth is that I gladly give my love to anyone who gives me a hint of liking me back. You can call it a bad habit or whatever you want but I have tried things and been through things I could have avoided if I had been able to control my feelings, just a tiny bit. But that's life I suppose, very poetic or something.

And on that note I think I'll end this blog. I'm not sure if I did well or not but at least my dear Sidsel will be happy now. Take care people! Sille is out!

welcome back, and I'm bad at things

The summer is now drawing to an end, seeing as I start in school again tomorrow, and so it is, back to school - back to blogging. I thought I'd kick off with a rather personal one, because I had to say goodbye to Chris this Friday after having spend four out of my six weeks off with him.

I thought I'd  tell about things I'm not good at, you could in fact say I'm terrible at more than one of them.

1. I'm not good at breaking a habit, people who know me just a little have probably heard me say at some point that I'm slight OCD, I'm not the "I like to put all my pencils in order, I'm sooo OCD" kind, I'm more of "the so terrified of germs that I have to wash hands three times before bed" kind of OCD. And I've for the last year tried to get rid of this habit, partially because my family is starting to worry, but also because I myself is afraid of what it'll turn into if I don't stop it now. At the same time I've watched Chris get rid of his nail biting habit, one nail at the time, and while he's been succeeding, I keep finding myself at the sink before bedtime. It can take years before I kick a habit, and it's always been that way, so yeah, not what I'm best at.

2. While I'm terrible at getting rid of an old habit, I'm equally bad at getting into new habits, like when I go travelling, you rarely find milk with the same low fat percentages as in Denmark, so I simply don't drink milkI till my body screams for it.

3. Another thing I'm truly bad at is falling asleep, even after a long day, I sometimes can't sleep before 3 or 4, and if I'm in my own bed it gets even worse. I can lie in the bed for hours just trying to fall asleep, some nights I read more than I sleep, because even though I'm tired it's easier to read than to sleep.

4. I'm bad at telling people what I really think, which has resulted in me agreeing to things I didn't mean just because I'm unable to say that I don't agree. It does also mean I've lost friends in the past because I couldn't figure out how to write a simple Facebook-message stating that I miss them. I guess most people have something like this with their crush, but I have it even worse with just my family. At some point as a rebellious teenager I decided that it's uncool to tell your parents you love them, and so I haven't for years, though I do of course love my parents it just feels to weird to tell them now. I really hope I'll get better at this in the future.

5. Last but not least I'm terrible at goodbyes, I don't like goodbyes, I guess that goes for most people, but I'm utterly terrible at them. When I look back at every important goodbye in my life, I always did something wrong, and in some cases I even decided that I'd rather pretend I forgot to say goodbye than actually doing it. My most recent goodbyes have mostly been with Chris, and I've always been the overly emotional one, and I guess it's natural to be emotional after having said goodbye to the person you love the most, but I'm terrible at dealing with it. I'll usually hold it in till I'm alone, and then go through the whole goodbye again.

And now here I am having to do one of the things I'm the most terrible at, saying goodbye, so ehm, I guess, that's it...