You know when you get that feeling that you want to write ´til your fingers bled? Even if you don´t, I think I just got it. So beware, this might be a really long log... thingie.
Lately I´ve been thinking alot about feelings. Before I used to think that they were basically just something that occured beside from sexual attraction. That the whole sexual part was the emotions in a rougher, and more unpolished shape. I guess I just couldn´t see the different shades as good.
But like I said, lately I´ve been thinking alot about feelings. And interestingly enough, I´ve found out that I have a really complicated relation to all of my friends. Espesially the male ones. Strange, because guys is the gender that I find the easiest to communicate with. ( Now, doesn´t that sound a bit to analytic for a seventeen year old? I blame it all on my swedish teacher, and curse him to hell)
Because Ive written and erased a lot I´ve written, I´m going to completey change the subject but first go killing my bloody cat. A cat that barks like a dog? That´s bad. Espesially when it barks at the door and you´re trying to write something. So I kinda growled back at it ^^.
Again, I lost what I was about to write about. I think It had something to do with emotions in another shape than the weird relations I mentioned before. I could talk about painting. Sure thing, I´ll talk about painting and would you shut that gatt dam door?
So, painting. I´ve been experimenting with (this word will most likely be misspelled) akvarells (lol spelling). I really like it. It´s much better than using colour pencils like I´ve done before. I´ve even finished a painting that I like enough to submit. It´s kinda a happy emo self portrait. It´s not great, but it was fun painting.
I always paint what I feel. Recently I´ve been feeling both moody grey and lovlingly pink. But even the grey picture was lightened up with elements that makes me happy. (Even though some of them might not be clearly visible for others than me, because the emo-like rain makes me happy.) And to be honest, I was thinking of the same guy when I did them. The first when I realised thet I was in love with him. And the second one when I heard he was watching Pirates of the caribeans 3 with a girl that hates me.
But still I haven´t given up the hope, since I could live with it as long as he is my friend. But if that bitch makes him dislike me, I´ll gut her open with a rusty spoon and feed the seagulls with her liver. (Yes, I´m a lovely person. Often.) What I mean is that I would be more than happy even if he doesn´t like me as much as I like him, just as long I can be his friend. Good friend.
Right! Now I remembered what I was going to talk about from the first place! Crap, I forgot again. But either it was about painting or this guy that I like or strange relations... Of some reasons I think it was something to do with grey akvarells. Entire paintings in just different shades of grey.
Right right right! I want a.... looking for the proper word.... I guess I could say boyfriend, but on the other hand I would be as happy with a girlfriend... (No, I´m not sexually starved or anything, just bisexual. And a bit sexually starved at the moment...) Partner just sound wrong in so many ways. I guess this means that I have given up a bit on this guy as a lover. And now I can see the connections between this and the grey paintings.... crap... So right now I´m tired and therefore a bit spaced out. Amazing how little I´ve actually managed to say in all this time, isn´t?
Plot summary: My mood goes from euphoric to.... moody right now. Much because I miss my art student friend who´s currently in England. (God bless the queen) And I´m trying not to start speaking about that guy again.
Crap, I didn´t even mention my sewing projects or the embroidery... but it´s far to late to start now ^^
BtW: Tommyknocker is a fable creature, quite like the irish leprechauns. They dwell in mines and knock the mine walls before the mine collapses. Some tales say they cause the collapses. And there is an old rhyme about tommyknockers that supposedly goes like this:
Late last night, and the night before
Tommyknockers, tommyknockers
knocking at the door.
I have no Idea about the continuation, but blind guardian has made a song named tommyknockers based on this rhyme. The song sounds like Blind guardian meets A nightmare before christmas and a lot of drums approximately. Also, Stephen King was written a novel named Tommyknockers that I´m currently reading. Is this the start of an obsession from my side?
And the title is Swedish for
: Care to come up with a smart english title?
- Mood:
Longing - Listening to: Blind Guardian
- Reading: Tommyknockers
- Playing: Bass
- Eating: Stopped eating
- Drinking: Water