Happy Halloweeeeen

Okay, so I guess I am a bit too stubborn for my own good. Last week I started to feel some sort of pain in my ankle, but I didn't care. I thought I'd just run it off. And then when Amanda and I ran our intervals I tripped on a pile of mud(!). It hurt and I twisted my ankle, but I didn't care. I kept running. And then I ran yesterday, and it hurt, and it didn't go away, but I kept running. And then I woke up this morning and my ankle was hurting like hell. Throughout the day I've been biting my lip to keep walking, and when I finally got to my sister's work and looked at it it wasn't a pretty sight. So now, according to the orthopedist's order, I can't run for 14 days. That. Sucks.

Found this pic of my mom and my g-ma. Lovely isn't it?

Saturday me and Amanda went for a run. Then we made peace with our stomachs by making a deliciuos dinner and (the ones that could) gingersnaps with the rest of the girls. While I was drooling jealous.

Sunday we went to visit Gerhard's grave. I can't believe it's been a year. The cemetery was beautiful.

b/w fall

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Let there be (twi)lite

Me and my girlier friends have booked an all-night-with-twilight. This means four ours in a theatre - first two set for Twilight, then, after midnight, the later two for New Moon. On the 19th of November.

I'm currently at work. Probably one of the dullest days of the month. Not cozy, just dull. I'm longing for my next run. I've become obsessed with running. In just a few weeks. Yesterday I forced Alexander to go with me on another run, about 9,2 km, yet I wasn't tired at all. So today Amanda and I are going to work hard. Intervals, until we see black and taste blood. No, not really.

I can finally read a novel book again! I'm thinking The Battle of Life - Charles Dickens. I had my very first exam today, and I have absolutely no idea whatsoever of how I did. Pout and a shrug - if I didn't make it I'll just do it again.

Studying away, but today I ran my first 10 km, which makes me awesome (ego boosting is part of the procedure of becoming a real runner). YAY. We'll be going to Gotland over the Lucia weekend (10-14th December) to "celebrate" christmas. I'm so excited I can't wait. Christmas will be here soooooon...

Today I'm a bit sore. I ran about 9,3 km (about 5,8 miles) yesterday and my head is worn out from all the studying. Official occupation of today. Currently watching Edward Scissorhands while mentally preparing for it. I haven't been creative in quite a while, so the only thing on the menu is old pictures. This post really is a result of lack of imagination. Dull like the weather.

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The most beautiful photo. My sister in Hawaii '93. I can stare at this for I don't know how long.

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Thought I saw you in the battleship but it was only a look a like She was nothing but a vision trick Under the warning light She was close, close enough to be your ghost But my chances turned to toast When i asked her if i could call her your name I thought i saw you in the rusty hook Huddled up in wicker chair I wandered up for a closer look And kissed who ever was sitting there She was close, and she held me very tightly Till i asked awfully politely, please Can i call you her name And i elongated my lift home, Yeah i let him go the long way round I smelt your scent on the seatbelt And kept my shortcuts to myself I thought I saw you in the parrots beak Messing with the smoke alarm It was too loud for me to hear her speak And she had a broken arm It was close, so close that the walls were wet And she wrote it out in letraset No you can't call me her name Tell me where's your hiding place I'm worried i'll forget your face And i've asked everyone And i'm beginning to think i imagined you all along I elongated my lift home Yeah i let him go the long way round I smelt your scent on the seatbelt And kept my shortcuts to myself I saw your sister in the cornerstone On the phone to the middle man When i saw that she was on her own I thought she might understand She was close, well you couldn't get much closer She said i'm really not supposed to but yes, You can call me anything you want

"... this utterly subtle moment when I am neither a subject nor an object, but rather a subject feeling the transformation into object: here I get a micro experience of death (of the parenthesis) and I really become a ghost."

Right now I'm reading Roland Barthes' Camera Lucida. It's a book about photography from a philosophic point of view. It makes me a bit weary this time of the night, but at the same time there are a lot of those questions being answered that I've contemplated myself. Satisfying enough, we've come to the same conclusions in some (a very few ones, that is) cases. Of course, this man goes way beyond deep. Seems like I do have an aptitude for philosophy, even though it makes my head hurt. I do however recommend it. If you too are somewhat crazy. Continuing now...

Yesterday was supposed to be brunch for supper with the girls, but nothing ever turns out as planned, right? A blackout that lasted for over 3 hours kept us from using the stove, but got us to go get thai food and lit up the house with all the candles, chandeliers and fireplace in stock. But today I overslept by 5,5 hours. I haven't been as alert today as I should have, to say the least.

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Let them eat Scones

Just stuffed my stomach with loads of scones. I think, with out a doubt, that they were the best scones I've ever baked. So with my balloon shaped belly I'm currently spending this saturday night with Marie Antoinette and her pastry looking soirée. Some picture. It makes my stomach swirl of something other than scotch marmalade and buttery bread. Envy, I suppose. And restlessness. I can't believe I haven't been to Paris yet! And I also want to drink champagne, eat colorful pastries, gamble at fancy casinos, see the sunrise and flow in beautiful garments... Someday. Someday when I do not crash after a rather tiny amount of alcohol, when I am not a gluten intolerant, when I am able to keep a poker face, when I am not in need of as many hours of sleep and when I can actually afford the clothes that embellish my dreams. That day...

Spent friday evening with some favorites at Lisa's new soon-to-be-old apartment. Thank you ladies, my lovely ladies!

Under the label "in desperate need of"

I want this so bad. No, strike that, reverse it - thank you; I need this so bad. Sort of. Depending on how badly you require clothing as a life necessity in this range. Acne, Acne and Clarks Original Desert Black Suede Boot.

This is what the view from my bathroom window looked like a few days ago. There was a storm and the rain was hitting the trees like crazy. Came out good, though.

Put your green suit on - we're going to IRELAND! Dublin awaits in december.

Just had my first run in about two months. I've missed it a lot, and to run in the crusty fall air and seeing all these lovely colors really got to me. To sum up the performance of my shape, on the other hand, I quote:

"Was it too much too soon, or too little too late?"

- the generationals.

Books calling my name. Studies awaits. Over and out.

The days are slipping right through my conscience. This is more like a reminder to myself.

Tuesday: School, shopping, dinner with Moa and Amanda.

Wednesday: School, dance class, hitting the pubs at the university, sleeping at Alexander's.

Thursday: Brunch with Alexander, study, dinner with Johanna in the city.

Friday: Conference at the film institute. Fashion researchers holding lectures, outlet at Topshop, movie with mom - Coco Avant Chanel (it was lovely!).

Saturday: Work, get together at Felix's with "suit up"theme. We listened to Frank Sinatra and made pizza.

Great week! Now I really, really, really have to get some sleep before work tomorrow.