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The EPIC booklist of AWESOME

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 08:00:42 GMT

This year I only have one resolution that really counts. To read these books (preferebly) before I die:

[*] Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve
[x] Paper Towns by John Green 5/5
[x] Roots by Alex Haley 4/5
[x] Dracula by Bram Stoker 2/5
[x] Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke 5/5
[x] Pride and Predjudice by Jane Austen 4/5
[x] Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger 2/5
[x] The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams (first book) 4/5
[x] Mig Äger Ingen by Åsa Linderborg 0/5
[x] Tulip fever by Deborah Moggach 3/5
[x] An Abundance of Katherines by John Green 5/5
[ ] In Search of a Lost time by Proust
[ ] Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events (first book)
[ ] Punish the Sinners by John Saul
[ ] The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
[ ] To Kill a Mocking Bird by Harper Lee
[ ] One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
[ ] A Beautiful Mind by Sylvia Nasar
[ ] Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
[ ] The World According to Garp by John Irving
[ ] The Cider House Rules by John Irving
[ ] The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon
[ ] The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
[ ] Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
[ ] The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
[ ] Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
[ ] Good Omens by Terry Pratchet and Neill Gaiman
[ ] The Diamond Age by Neil Stephenson
[ ] Another Fine Myth by Robert Asprin
[ ] A Bad Spell in Yurt by C. Dale Brittian
[ ] Wicked by Gregory Maguire
[ ] Its Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini
[ ] Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer
[ ] The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
[ ] 1984 by George Orwell
[ ] Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
[ ] The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien
[ ] Swan Song by Robert R. McCammon's
[ ] Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
[ ] Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
[ ] The Talisman by Stephen King
[ ] Breakfast of Champions by Vonnegut
[ ] Ham on Rye by Bukowski
[ ] Don't Tell Mom I Work on the Rigs: She Thinks I'm a Piano Player in a Whorehouse by Paul Carter
[ ] Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Wilke
[ ] The Lord of the Ring's Series by JRR Tolkien
[ ] The Space Odyssey Series by Arthur C. Clarke
[ ] Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
[ ] Noughts and crosses by Malorie Blackman
[ ] Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher
[ ] The Host by Stephenie Meyer
[ ] The Pact by Jodi Picoult
[ ] Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead
[ ] Frostbite by Richelle Mead
[ ] Shadow Kiss by Richelle Mead
[ ] Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
[ ] Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy
[ ] White Oleander by Janet Fitch
[ ] The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
[ ] The Mediator series by Meg Cabot
[ ] A Gathering Light by Jennifer Donnely
[ ] A Certain Slant Of Light by Laura Whitcomb
[ ] The Crucible by Arthur Miller
[ ] Alice's Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
[ ] Through The Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
[ ] P.S I Love You by Cecelia Ahern
[ ] The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket by Edgar Allan Poe

The list is made by pure AWESOME!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 09:20:59 GMT

Normally I don't want anything to do with Eurovision Song Contest, but this year I have followed the Swedish Melodifestivalen with excitement. The last time I did so was when my favourite Swedish band The Ark entered and won. It was epic; and this year kind of was too.

The winner this year was Malena Ernman, a beautiful, extremly talented opera singer that contributed with something different. The equally talented Frederik Kempe wrote the song. I had a major crush on this man when he released Vincero in sweden. Fredrik, I still love you! I will actually watch Eurovision this year, only to support Malena and Fredrik.

I don't know how I came to love Opera. It creeped up on me like a wonderful surprise.

I can't stress this matter enough...

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 20:39:03 GMT

... only cool preople crochet.
The second a human being picks up the hook, a sensation of awesomeness starts to spread through her body. Twirling and jumping over bones and veins the sensation makes its way to the core of awesome we all have inside; it brakes free and we suddenly realise:
Crochet makes people cool. Only cool people crochet.

Cupcakes are cool.

Dogs that crochet are cool.

Bones are... um... cool... ish.

Gangsta dogs are cool. Especially gangsta dogs that like crocheted bones.

The Band

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 12:44:41 GMT

The roar of the audience seemed to keep echoing forever. We waited backstage, with smiles etched on our sweaty faces. We were tired, but still had too much energy to relax.

Elliott turned towards me and violently kissed me on the cheek. I hugged him for a while; thinking that all this was because of him. He was tall and had hair dyed so blond it was white. His eyes were a violent shade of green; with cheekbones only god himself could have made.

We were the ultimate songwriters; me and him. I would have married him, if it weren't for the fact that he was gay as a meatball and his husband was waiting by the stage.

Our third member was a quiet girl named Juliet. She was small and petit; almost too skinny. The tabloids screamed “anorexia”; but the fact was she ate more than Elliott and me together. She had learned to laugh the rumours away. The prettiest thing about her was her brown eyes. You could call them whisky-brown, walnut-brown, anything-brown, but absolutely nothing came close to the truth. She was the funniest girl on the planet, once you got to know her.

As we realised the screaming would never end, we took each others hands and ran back out on stage. Juliet hugged my hand before she took her drumsticks and stretched them into the air with a triumphant scream. She took her place behind the drums and started playing. Elliott took his base and microphone, I took my place beside him with my white fender stratocaster.

The sound was deafening, and our blood was boiling. The punk-rock-ish sound we were famous for, made the building vibrate wildly.

“Hello again,” Elliott screamed on the top of his lungs. “We're still Dreamers Disease, and we're still awesome!”

Friday, March 13, 2009

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 12:44:30 GMT

the torn out pages are like scars on my heart
the empty sentences is what makes them
page by page
fall apart

the rhyme-less words destroy everything

No matter what

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 12:32:06 GMT

No matter what, she thinks as she steppes out into her garden, I wont bend under the weight of this world. For I am not like the others. I endure everything. I am not afraid.

No matter what, she thinks as she takes cover from the rain, I wont bend under the weight of this world.

The Old Lady

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 13:42:22 GMT

Yesterday I was out walking down town with my headphones on like I always do. Unwritten Law made me sing out loud; with no shame. I picked up a parcel containing a few books and then started to walk back home again. The suddenly an old lady in a wheelchair approached me asking for my name.

I was really surprised. One: because she was a total stranger. Two: She spoke to me in english (which is not my first language). We started chatting and she asked me about my life. Where I study, what music I like and where I live. She was a nice little lady and I have never had a conversation quite like it before.

She asked me about my future; what I wanted to be. I told her that I wanted to move to England and study languages. She was amazed by my answer. She didn't say anything for a while, just looked at me like I was the bravest person in the world. And for once in my life I felt proud of myself. I felt like she had brought it out, this sweet little stranger.

She followed me almost all the way home before we parted. I waved and shouted goodbye until I could no longer see her behind the apartment buildings. My heart fluttered in my chest because of one little lady that I happened to cross paths with a Friday afternoon. It's almost like I met some kind of guardian of mine. And I will not forget her in a long time.

NERDFIGHTERS <3

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 15:42:50 GMT

'Key, so I'm a dedicated nerdfighter and have been for about two years (HOO HAAA!). I live and breath the Ning. And today I received three John Green books! I'm super exited to read them! Buuut, they have to wait until I've read Pride and Prejudice for school. Blurgh. :( I'm not saying it's a bad book, I want to read John Green now.

I just felt soo much love when I read this line (line seven):

Halleluja and bless the nerds.

Oh, by the way, I got the sad Margo. :)

My Scariest Nightmare - The Uninvited Contest

Thu, 08 Jan 2009 08:01:07 GMT

Okey, I know you'll laugh you butts of when you read my scariest nightmare. But actually, it was scary. Really.

I have this "friend" that's been treating me badly for a time. So I decided to avoid her as much as I could until I figured out what to do about her. The simple answer was of course to tell her to go to hell, but I couldn't because I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want to sink to her level, you know?

Anyway, I went to sleep that night with lot's of anxiety. I had received a text message from her earlier that day where she asked me if I was avoiding her. I didn't answer. In the dream I suddenly found myself in the middle of town, standing in the square. When I looked around there was a lot of people there and my eyes searched around for her. Somehow I knew she would be there. All of the sudden I saw her and I froze. She looked at me and I panicked. I started to run and hid in a clothing store. I begged the staff to hide me but they refused to. She had turned into some kind of monster with evil eyes and hands with giant claws. And she wanted to catch me.
I ran and ran all over town but she was always right behind me. I was scared to death.

When I woke up I still felt that fear. Of her big, giant, huge, claws and red eyes searching for me. I had the dream several nights and ran my heart out. Until the day I decided to tell her the truth. She is no longer my friend and I no longer have the nightmare.

Happy ending.

2065 words

Tue, 06 Jan 2009 14:53:00 GMT

Well I was supposed to write 3000 words, but I didn't quite get that far. I am very satisfied that I wrote so much, because of the fact that I've had a terrible writers block for about three years.

I have the idea of my novel so clear in my head now. It's like a movie playing over and over. I need to write it down, but to be able to do that I need discipline. And I surely lack it. I'm trying to do some kind of schedule so that the writing becomes a routine. Is that a good idea? I really wonder how published writers, with contracts weighing on their backs, are able to write their stuff without the writers block? I'm like running into the same wall over and over...

I'm reading Inkdeath, by Cornelia Funke, by the moment and I'm absolutely adoring it. I'm longing for the movie so badly I have to make a fangirl squee sometimes. It kinda scares people when I do that. Holy crap, how much I love the frikkin trailer! I can't believe this movie will be anything less than epic. <3 Now I really need to calm down and read a bit.

Tea! I need Tea!