1. ojojoj

    30 november 2009 by torunn

    Haha, vad hände med min bloggstatistik egentligen? Spräcker vi sexhundragränsen ikväll? Jag tror det…

    Förövrigt, så har ni en hjälte här:

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  2. photo cabine

    by torunn

    är bäst.

    old school geek

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  3. So long, Montréal

    by torunn

    (put on the song at the bottom of this entry before you read it)

    I’m at Ayam’s place. She doesn’t have a swedish keyboard, obviously, and I can’t figure out how to make the swedish letters, cause it’s not the same as my dad’s keyboard. So that is why I’m writing in english, I hope you all can understand.

    I just felt that I had to write a blogentry. I don’t really know about what. We saw a movie today, called My Life Without Me, and it was amazingly good. And so sad. I don’t want to tell you the story, cause I don’t want to spoil it for you, but it was beautiful. And it made me cry, so bad. I cried for an hour after it was finished. Not just about the movie, but when I get sad and cry, I can’t stop, cause I think about all bad things that has happened, that will happen, that may happen. Then I got a mild panicattack, but luckily Ayam was there and she hugged me and helped me think and breathe normally so it went away fairly quick. Then I went outside to get some fresh air and cool down, and it was snowing. Not really snowing, but when the snow/rain hit the ground it stayed, as slush.

    The girl in the movie said that cold makes her feel alive, and I get what she means. Walking down the slushy streets in my broken sneakers I really felt alive, and I thought about all the things that makes me sad, but then I thought about all the things that makes me happy. And I know, I know there has been a lot of these kliché appreciate-your-life-and-love-yourself-entries here lately, but my mood is like this right now, it’s up and down, I’m sad and happy, like a rollercoaster, and this blog is my diary, so it’s very natural for me to write what I feel here. The fact that people are reading makes it easier to write. And I like to read blogs where people write from their heart, so I hope you do too. About that, I was wondering if you like text entries or photo entries better? Leave a comment!

    The time is over 1 am, which means that it’s Monday. Which means that the day after tomorrow is my last day in Canada. I leave Thursday morning. It feels a bit sad – there are a lot of things I didn’t do, things that I didn’t say, people I didn’t talk to, shows I didn’t see, pictures I didn’t take. But for every thing I didn’t do, I did a whole bunch of other things, said a lot of other things, talked to a lot of other people, saw a lot of other shows, and took a thousand other pictures. So I’m really happy. Even though I haven’t actually accomplished anything real, I feel that in some way I’ve accomplished something, even if I don’t know what. I got to learn how to create a life in a city where I had nothing to work with. No school, no job, no hobby, no sport. I just lived, and I think I did a hell of a good job. And I’m looking forward to move back next year, not alone this time though. I’m bringing one of my best friends, Hedvig. I know you’re gonna love her too Montréal, just as much as you love me.

    So, so long Montréal, see you soon, take care, I love you, and everything that has anything to do with you, even though it sometimes was painful and still is.

    Yours sincerely,
    Torunn Splitter

    (who looks like this today)

    and btw, put on this song before you read, it’s kind of the soundtrack to this entry.

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  4. get the fuck out

    by torunn

    Gaaaah. Jag pallar inte det här mer. Han är ju överallt! I mitt huvud, på konserterna jag går på. Varför skall han gå på samma konserter som jag? Och när jag säger hej och frågar hur det är, bara för att vara trevlig och för att försöka göra det hela mindre awkward, varför är han arrogant mot mig då? Jag är ju bara trevlig. Nej, det är helt enkelt inte okej. Tur att jag skall till andra sidan Atlanten om tre dagar. Hejdå säger jag bara, hejdå.

    Förövrigt kan jag meddela att Silly Kissers i torsdags var löjligt bra. Hade en underbar kväll. Och igår var typ det bästa nånsin, först två skitbra band på L’esco, sen Dirty Wedding på en av Montréals alla underground-ställen (det var där han lyckades vara också, hur fan händer det mig? 3 miljoner människor, 3 jävla miljoner, och så lyckas vi gå på samma klubbar…). Sjuuukt najs. Och dans dans dans. Och jättefin fluga hade jag också. Ojoj. Vad fin jag kände mig. Vill aldrig ta av den. Skall köpa en egen så fort jag kommer hem. Yesssss!

    Puss på er och massivt bild-inlägg kommer snart.

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