"so try your best. and think about it later"

Such an awsomely random day.

Didn't set my alarm. Woke up at 6.40 am. Had breakfast outside. Decided to skip uni work for a couple of hours to finish my book. The History of Love. The last chapter literally took the breath out of me. Had to sit still thinking about love and life for a long time. Didn't get any wiser. Just more confused. Did some maps and such for uni. Decided that was boring. Have no inspiration at the mo. Counted the mosquito bites on my feet. Counted to 9. On the left foot alone. Noticed I don't have any mosquito bites anywhere else on my body. My feet must taste good. Had lunch. Tobi The Undertaker thought it was dessert. I said no. It's yoghurt. Did some more assignments. Still no inspiration. Went for a run. Decided to run a bit further than usual. Ran in to a neighbourhood that smelled like poo. Ran a bit faster. Posted a letter. Had a shower.

That's my day up til now. Thought I'd spice things up even more by getting some sushi for dinner. Sushi is the best thing in the world. Well, making out is better. And popcorn too. Oooh and getting postcards. Okay. Sushi is the fourth best thing in the world.

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"the city heated it up it got blurry cause i'd had enough"

This whole thing about studying at a large university is slowly doing my head in. Do you have any idea how hard it is to study when the first class of the day starts at 3 pm? It's now 10.30 in the morning and I'm still in my pj's. But I'm gonna start writing my essay. Soon. Really soon. Promise.

When eating my cereal in the morning sun I wondered about moving to the other side of the world and what it does to friendships. I'm much closer to some friends, and others that I talked to all the time haven't said a word to me since I moved. But I guess that's what happens. 9 hours time difference is hard work. But you know what. It's okay. I know I have my lovely everyone when I get back and when it gets down to it it's just 5 months.

So in my attempt in keeping contact with everyone that I love I'm now gonna send a shit load of postcards. Cause you see, postcards is the lovliest thing there is. Of all things in the world, getting a postcard is the best. I save all postcards I get in this big box. So I can take them out, dream and be happy that I have such nice friends. It truly is the best thing. Well, except for hugging maybe. Hugging trumphs everything.

“i am an artist, i am an art bitch. i sell my paintings to the men i eat.”

Trying to be a healthier, sexier and generally better person 2010 I decided to join my cousin Hanna’s postcard swap in an attempt to be a bit more artsy. It all went okay I guess, quite proud of my ten postcards that I now have sent off to England, USA, New Zealand and Norway.

About becoming healthier and sexier.. Well I’ll keep you posted on that.