livet.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows but Jesus
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Glory Hallelujah
Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down
Yes lord, you know sometimes I'm almost to the ground
O yes, Lord, still
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows but Jesus
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Glory Hallelujah
You got here before I do
O yes Lord, don't forget to tell all my friends I'm coming too
Nobody knows but Jesus
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Glory Hallelujah
Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down
Yes lord, you know sometimes I'm almost to the ground
O yes, Lord, still
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows but Jesus
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Glory Hallelujah
You got here before I do
O yes Lord, don't forget to tell all my friends I'm coming too
update
hey, i know, i suck at updating this blog. it's probably a sign that my life is too interesant for sitting down writing blog posts about what i want to do but never end up doing. instead i'm actually doing those things. at least partly. i try to make the best out of all the weird situations that i stumble upon.
- i go to the gym a lot
- i listen to awesome swedish music a lot
- i hang out at starbucks with my friends a lot
- i go to NYC a lot
- i have discovered a new favorite blog:
http://thewildhoneypie.blogspot.com -- CHECK IT OUT! they list great great music and maybe i'll start contribute a little to the blog.
stay sexy, san diego.
this masquerade - george benson
Are we really happy here
With this lonely game we play
Looking for words to say?
Searching
But not finding understanding anyway
We're lost in a masquerade
Both afraid to say
We're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play
Thoughts of leaving disappear
Ev'ry time I see your eyes
No matter how hard I try
To understand the reasons
That we carry on this way
We're lost in this masquerade
Both afraid to say
We're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play
Thoughts of leaving disappear
Ev'ry time I see your eyes
No matter how hard I try
To understand the reasons
That we carry on this way
We're lost in this masquerade
With this lonely game we play
Looking for words to say?
Searching
But not finding understanding anyway
We're lost in a masquerade
Both afraid to say
We're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play
Thoughts of leaving disappear
Ev'ry time I see your eyes
No matter how hard I try
To understand the reasons
That we carry on this way
We're lost in this masquerade
Both afraid to say
We're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We tried to talk it over
But the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play
Thoughts of leaving disappear
Ev'ry time I see your eyes
No matter how hard I try
To understand the reasons
That we carry on this way
We're lost in this masquerade
nashville
i just got back from an intense almost-week in nashville, tennessee.
we had tons of fun and it was well-needed for me to go.
among other things, this is what i/we did:
- board games night
- 5 mile race with 8000 people (ca 8km)
- two thanksgiving dinners
- black friday shopping at 5am
- lunch with jeffjeff and jenny
- interesting discussions with various people
- gotten another "extramom"
- ninja-walk through walmart (yes, we have it on tape)
as i said. good week. good week.
tears streaming, down your face, when you lose someone you cannot replace
...
homework: tell a joke
17 norwegians were standing in the line for a nightclub when a swede walked by. as he entered the club he asked them why they wouldn't go in. their answer?
- you have to be 18..
halloween etc.
why spend the night in the rainy city when you could have so much fun in mahopac?! :D
i was a hotdog with bread
lady gaga, oktoberfest-woman, roman emperess, hotdog, clown, sumo wrestler
they found me yummie..
..
the day after, Maria and I found ourselves a new friend.
and we played the big piano.
mamma och pappa: det kostar bara 250 000 dollar. familjejulklapp?! ;)
boston i mitt hjärta.
kim and I took a weekend trip to boston, who rapidly took my heart and
just as quickly gave me tons of study motivation for next year.
we found out that cupcakes don't necessarily need to contain carbs, sugar or fat
and that all the guys are handsome and gentlemen.
am I going back there? svar: JA.
harvard - looking gorgeous
senator kerry's house
...
boston - showing off its more beautiful side
a drunk guy on the morning train in NYC told us to go to Wally's when
in Boston. we laughed at first, but went in the end. awesome jam jazz!
brita - our lovely host!
syster
hej, min dator är inte på min sida och vägrar låta mig ha en blank rad när jag vill ha det. hav överseende, bitte! nu är i alla fall min syster sofia här på besök efter mången lång väntan. vi har redan hunnit träna och fika på starbucks. awesome. imorgon blir det manikyr och halloweenkostymprovning. dubble awesome!
MLIA
new favorite, all categories:
www.mylifeisaverage.com <3
I grew up in a college town, and one Halloween our doorbell rang and we opened the door expecting to see trickortreater—but what was in front of our open door—was another door! Like, a full-on wooden door, that had a sign that said “Please knock.” So we did, and the door swung open to reveal a bunch of college dudes dressed as really old grandmothers, curlers in their hair, etc, who proceeded to coo over our “costumes” and tell us we were “such cute trick or treaters!” One even pinched my cheek. Then THEY gave US candy, closed their door, picked it up and walked to the next house. MLIA
Today, I read a MLIA story about someone finding 5 bucks in their winter coat pocket that they left in there from last winter. Hoping I would be just as lucky, I decided to pull out my winter coat from my closet to see what hidden treasures lay inside. I found a spoon. MLIA
Today, my 14 year old brother asked me if I would give him a bottle of vodka for his sleepover. I did. When I came home the bottle was empty and they were all extremely drunk. I still haven't decided whether or not I should tell him it was soda water. MLIA
Today, my 6 year-old daughter was asking me questions about Santa Claus at dinner. My 13 year-old daughter was getting annoyed with all the dumb questions and simply told her younger sister that Santa didn't exist. Instead of being aghast and upset, my younger daughter just said, "Yea but neither does Edward Cullen!" My older daughter left the dinner table and I think its easy to say who won tonight.
Regina Spektor @ Radio City Music Hall 14/10-09, magiskt rakt av!
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet
No one laughs at God
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken
No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one’s laughing at God
When there’s a famine or fire or flood
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’ve lost all they’ve got
And they don’t know what for
No one laughs at God on the day they realize
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in hospital
No one’s laughing at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
We’re all laughing with God
wednesday folk night
http://www.jalopy.biz
my new favorite place in the entire world.
i just spent last night there, listening to awesome american folk music, hanging out with awesome people, enjoying the cosy cosy cosy atmosphere. and now i'm off for another long weekend in the city, i just booked my flight to nashville over thanksgiving and i just worked out.
LIFE IS GOOD!
mina senaste två helger i bilder
berto och brent
second hand-shopping i williamsburg samt fika i park med vacker utsikt!
bra sällskap
allt avslutades med nya bekantskaper och sten-sax-påse-utmaningar på pub.
livet är bra inne i city!
modellhäng
i helgen har jag hängt med modeller och världsviktiga redaktörer och jag vet inte vad. det känns som att varenda helg i NYC bara bevisar mitt nya ledord:
ONLY IN NYC.
jag vill flytta dit, bo där. inte här ute på vischan. nångång. så kommer jag flytta dit. så är det bara. och då ska jag bo i williamsburg. min nya kärlek!
21
och helt plötsligt blev jag 21.
j'ai 21 ans, tout d'un coup.
i'm 21, finally i'm completely legal in this country!
nu ska här klubbas, dansas, svettas, glädjas.
saturday: casting
so, this could be me.. because the weirdest thing happened to me this
saturday. i was strolling the streets waiting for a friend, when i figured
i should go to his house, aka, the swedish church, aka 5th avenue, and
see if he was ready or not. the church wasn't open so i sat down on the
stone benches right outside of it. i had literally sat down for 30 seconds
when a man on the other bench leaned over and said something i couldn't
really catch. so i asked him to repeat it.
"i like your style, you seem like a cool girl. i work for oprah, you know,
'the oprah show'? i would like to make voice overs with you, for cartoons
at nickelodeon"
i approached him and asked him some more questions, thinking this was
too strange to be true. but he called mtv networks and talked with them
as if he really knew them, he showed me all these business cards and
he actually seemed to be who he said he was. the only problem at this
point was that i needed to give him an amount of cash right there and now,
which of course made me quite suspicious, but i decided to give it a shot.
when i walked away i, finally, got a hang of my friend who came straight
down and who had to calm me down first thing. we went to see this tracey
together and i realised that i was probably not allowed to take this job
with my current au pair visa, which i said to him. and he replied:
"oh, i though you were an american citizen, because you have to be..
sorry"
so no money was exchanged, no contracts were signed, no voice overs done
but he thought i was an american citizen?! with no foreign accent to my english?!
i guess that's a compliment or something..?!
"i wish i was a cartoon figure.."
thursday: six flags.
ni blir jag hämtad och ska spendera dagen på six flags, en stor nöjespark.
jag blir dessutom bjuden på hela kalaset av pappan.
solen skiner och det kommer bli varmt idag.
jag hoppas att det blir en bra dag..
det där med bensin..
jag har väl aldrig skrytit med att vara en expert på bilar direkt. men jag kan trots allt köra en, jag vet hur man växlar manuellt, jag vet hur man kollar oljan, jag vet hur man slår på vindrutetorkarna, jag vet hur man bromsar och svänger.
men tydligen vet jag inte för fem öre hur man fyller på en bensintank och betalar för den. jag tänkte bevisa detta påstående genom att berätta om min tankningssession idag vid en shell-mack.
jag kommer dit, parkerar (på rätt sida pumpen!) och går ut. tittar länge på automaten och förstår inte hur jag ska göra för att betala eftersom att jag tänkte betala med cash (inte varje dag man håller i en $100-sedel). till slut inser jag att maskinen inte kommer tala om för mig hur jag ska göra så jag frågar en reko man vid pumpen bakom mig. han säger till mig att jag måste gå in och betala, säga vilken pump jag har och för hur mycket jag vill tanka. okej, inte så svårt det här, tänkte jag, och gick glatt in för att betala min bensin i förväg.
nu kommer vi till det som är riktigt tricky! öppna bensinlocket.
jag tog ur bensinslangen ur sin station och tänkte att det väl bara var att trycka på locket på bilen, så gör jag ju hemma (inte för att jag är en van bensinpumpare hemma dock..). men icke! jag kom efter en halv minuts ivriga (men diskreta) försök på att jag måste trycka på en knapp i förardörren, sagt och gjort, jag tryckte på knappen och tänkte, nu är väl saken ändå biff?
ICKE. nu skulle man ju få upp den skruvbara proppen också. men trots att jag följde pilarnas håll så hördes det bara en massa "plopp" och inget hände. den reko mannen bakom mig var på väg därifrån, men han insåg att jag var i nöd. så han stannade och visade mig hur man gjorde. (tryck in och skruva åt andra hållet.. såklart)
nu, ÄNTLIGEN, skulle jag väl få min bensin för $20? jag satte in munstycket i min bensintank, lyfte handtaget och.. stopp. 13 cent bensin fick jag innan det återigen tog stopp. VAD HAR JAG GJORT FÖR ATT FÖRTJÄNA DETTA?!?! tänkte jag, slet mitt hår i tankarna och tackade återigen den reko mannen som, återigen, insåg att jag inte klarade av detta med att tanka bensin själv.. efter hans hjälp (släpp handtaget och ta upp det igen) så fick jag så mina $20 bensin och kunde lycklig åka därifrån med full tank.
eller ja, kanske inte jättelycklig, mer förundrad över min oförmåga att tanka bilar!
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idag träffade jag mitt barn för första gången. det lovar gott!
