Ideas for short stories

I've got some ideas for short stories, and I thought I'd tell you about them, so here goes:

• The first idea is one I've had for quite a while, ever since I saw a guy in Berlin who looked like a future-version of Markus. Basically the idea is that two friends realise their friend has become a time-traveller, and that he's started travelling in time without them, the reader follows the two friends in their search for a time-traveller.
• The second idea is about a zombie with moral-dilemmas, he wants to eat brains, but he knows it's wrong and wants to make his way of living better.
• This short story involves Sille getting lost on the North Pole, then Sofie, Markus and I have to go looking for her.
• The fourth is about a girl who is forgotten by everyone, and has to find a new way of living, she finds out she's not alone and becomes part of a group of chosen forgotten ones.

Lovely Italy

Finally things are starting to settle down again. I feel like my vacation disappeared in no time and here I am - already in school again with a too long math-assignment hanging over my head. Anyway back to the point. Today I’ll write about my personal top 5 great things about Italy. I’ll start at the bottom!

Number 5: The weather - there’s no doubt that the Danish weather contains a lot of rain. And snow for that matter so coming to Italy where the sun is always shinning compared to Denmark is absolutely incredible. Therefore it deserves to be placed in the top 5.

Number 4: The waiters - this is a bit sillier but truth to be told Italian guys are pretty handsome. Dark skin, brown eyes and black hair and perhaps a crooked nose. The best excuse to look at these handsome men is when they’re serving you. In other words the waiters. My mom and I got this “game” where we rate different waiters and compared them to one another. Very amusing and childish at the same time.

Number 3: The nature - once again Denmark fails. We don’t have any mountains, only very very small hills, so driving through Germany and Austria is always overwhelming. Seeing Italy, which got lots of mountains too, is simply so beautiful. And the oceans and seas. Oh woah I envy Italy for its gorgeous nature.

Number 2: The buildings - Many people in Italy are Catholics which means they got a lot of churches. And they certainly do, lots and lots of churches and all of them are beautiful, huge, colourful and memorable. The Italians know how to stun people and seeing six during each summer vacation doesn’t matter. You get a gleam of the past and the country got a really exciting one though I’ll not talk about that right now. Because here comes number one!

Number 1: The food - Yeah this probably doesn't come as a surprise since Italy is well-known for its amazing cooking-skills. It’s one thing to eat pizza at home but eating pizza where it original comes from, see that is amazing. To be honest the best thing about Italy is truly their food and I don’t see why that could sound bad. Give me pizza and pasta and some water without bubbles and I’ll be the happiest tourist in entire Italy that’s for sure.

Now if you don’t mind I’ll finish now, I better finish that math-assignment as fast as possible. 

Monday Morning - Sid's life

So, it's back to school for Sille and I, and I thought it might be time for the blog to return as well, and I thought I'd start by talking about Mondays.
And I am not going to complain about Mondays, because I actually really like them, I see it as if every Monday is a new start, a chance to change your ways, a new week to do with what I want. Of course Mondays can be annoying, it's the first school day after two days of nothing, and you have to get up early on Mondays, which can be hard after snoozing for two days, I (lucky as I am) don't have school before 9:50 every Monday, which I think makes Monday so much better for me.
I don't really have a lot to say today, I have to get back into the blogging-thing, later peepz.

Summer!

I've decided that since both Sille and I will be busy during the summer, the blog won't be updated as regularly as usually, but when we have time, we will return with the usual schedule sometime in August.
Have a nice summer!

Being a fan(girl)

Today’s blog will be about being a fan, especially a fan girl. Sidsel would probably be more classified to write about this subject but I came up with the idea first. (Though she has kinda talked about in one of the first blogs she did). Anyway to the point which will appear after my little story…  Today I designed my mythical shoes and I had decided that there had to some Harry Potter and My Little Pony on them. After almost killing my computer to make it all look good I finished my art work and put it on my shoes. The result is this: 

The reason why I chose to put HP and MLP on my shoes is of course simple - I’m a fan. But being a fan isn’t easy. First of all some people say you need to have done certain things to be a true fan - if it’s Harry Potter you need to have seen all the films and read all the books more than once. Maybe 3 or 100 times, nobody really knows where the line goes.

If it’s My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic some people say you have to know all the characters. For example there’s this grey/yellow pony named Derpy who appears all kind of places in almost all episodes. And if you don’t know that you’re not a fan, at least not a true fan and all of this result in lots of fights between people who actually love the exact same thing. Which in my opinion is completely madness: first of all no one can decide when you can call yourself a fan - only you can do that. Second: it’s ridiculous to hate on other fandoms - you might not like a show about ponies but some people do and you have to respect that as a decent human being. Now, I’m not telling you my dear reader what to do in life but I simply think that’s how things should be.

So where am I going with all this? Well the thing is, it’s not easy to be a fan of any fandom because there’ll always be someone who hates it and someone who tells you you’re not a true fan because you “don’t know everything”. But here’s my point: you shouldn’t care what others say - if you’re a fan of Doctor Who, True Blood, Sherlock, Stargate or any other TV-show/film/book you definitely are a fan. Don’t be ashamed and keep on watching/reading the stuff you like. (I sound like some wise dude. Or maybe it’s just me…)  

Growing up

I did it again, I was late with a blog, sorry.
Anyways here's something about growing up:

We all grow up, eventually. We all start out as infants and we simply can’t stay that way. We might not all grow old, but we do get older.

Children always say: “when I grow up…” children have lots of dreams about growing up. Another thing you often hear is grown-ups saying: “when I was little…” It seems that a lot of things happened when people were “little”, and I’m guessing it isn’t all true. But when is that? When are you little? Little, that must be before you grew up, yes, we can probably agree that children are smaller than us. We all start out as infants, then we turn into children, teenagers, grown-ups, old and at some point we’ll probably die too.

Oh there’s an interesting word “grown-ups” that must be the people who are done “growing up”. But when are you done growing up? Maybe there’s a “magic number”, a line you cross, which is, I guess what growing up is all about; crossing lines.

I often hear people saying that teenagers are hard to raise and understand, and they’re supposed to be so because they’re finding lines to cross, rules to break and they create an identity.

That’s another interesting word for you “identity” that is another thing growing up is good for, finding our identity. We find our identity in different ways; some by getting new friends, some by being angry at the world, and others by “looking into ourselves”. But at some point, we’ll find an identity, we’ll eventually figure out who we are, and what being who we are means.

We will encounter both bad and good as we grow up, some will get bullied, some will start abusing drugs or something completely different, but we will meet the bad sides of life too, and the bad things that happen to us as we grow up might change our personality and identity. Then there’s the good aspects of life too, they will change us too. But I do think that the bad things, in a way, are more important, maybe because we remember them differently, some might realize later in their life that the things that seemed bad to them as you’re growing up might seem stupid or silly later.

One thing is for sure though, we all grow up.

Names which I dislike

Today during work I thought of what this week’s topic should be. There wasn’t much to do so I had plenty of time and suddenly, let’s say out of nowhere, I got an idea; names. In my big head I keep lots of names sorted; names usually with faces attached to them and how I feel about them. For example if I think of the name “Sidsel” I imagine my crazy friend with dark hair, blue eyes and a black humour who for some reason loves me. Also I recall having another classmate with the same name who lives nearby. I really hope you now get the idea of how it works. But some names got faces of people I really don’t like therefore I’ll write about a few of them.

The first name is “Katrine” - the spelling of the name doesn’t matter it can be with a “C” or with “th” it doesn’t really matter the thing is I really dislike this name. Through my short life I’ve known quite a few with this name and every single one of these girls have been unbelievable annoying and cruel. Let me give you an example of how much I dislike this name. A few years ago I held my confirmation and as a tradition you have to give your friends a red rose. Our neighbours have a girl at my age (her name is Katrine of course) and my mum asked me if I would give her a rose. My reply was: “Well I’ll give her a black one if I really have to.” Normally I don’t say such things but this really shows how this name and these people have made me go crazy over the past years.

Now to a name of the opposite gender; that name would be “Adam”. I only know a few guys with this name and let’s just say that one of them was a true jerk - the other one had classes. But the thing with this name is I can’t take it seriously - it’s overused if I may say so. I’ve read lots and lots of stories where the main character is named Adam and a brilliant example will be Adam & Eve from the bible. It has been used so many times that I don’t know what to think about it anymore and that might be a shame. Maybe I’m not really sure either way I’ll never name anything or anybody Adam or Katrine for that matter.

I hope I’ve made my point I’m not really sure it sounds kind of crazy but who cares, if it sounds crazy then my mission is completed.