Posted by: Annikki on: November 8, 2009
How are people expected to live with a sentence like ” I’m going out with a buddy to consider how much I like you”?
I’m calm, nevertheless, which might not be the best sign for the other people.
I ran 2 miles yesterday, more than, actually.
Now I’m waiting to see if I am the kind of girl they want to kiss all the time. And waiting to see if I want to be that girl.
Posted by: Annikki on: November 6, 2009
I could probably get used to being kissed. Or having someone softly blow in my ear. Or knowing the Boy Who Brings Me Ice Cream.
I’m choosing not to make things complicated, no matter how complicated they may be in reality. I choose to enjoy it. I choose to appreciate the fact that someone is prepared to lie in an awkward position until I fall asleep.
Posted by: Annikki on: November 2, 2009
I have come to the conclusion that kissing is one of the best ways to spend a Sunday morning. Or a Sunday afternoon, for that matter.
Plus there’s no drama or horror stories. Just kissing and talking and laughing and a warm chest to rest my head on.
Posted by: Annikki on: October 30, 2009
Relax. Can you feel it? The thing that makes you stop constantly thinking about the other thing?
The non-love-things sometimes make the love-things easier. Most of the time they just complicate matters, but sometimes they let you slow down, sit back and enjoy the ride.
Plus I quite enjoy it all.
Posted by: Annikki on: September 25, 2009
I know that most people are likely to never actually talk about important things with their significant others in fear of finding out that they want different things.
Posted by: Annikki on: June 9, 2009
Just a quick update. I’m still giddy, but am beginning to suspect my own mental health, as this is not something I do often.
And the other thing (with the shitshitshit) may be ok after all. At least for the time being. (It helps when people move away for the summer.) We’ll see if summer works for my advantage and cools things down a bit.
I am a bit worried about another friend and his state of mind, but that’s another story all together.
Posted by: Annikki on: June 2, 2009
I’m so back to being 15 and completely and utterly clueless. (Here I sit, home alone, blushing and giggling…) Who would have though that at this age I’d fall completely for someone I don’t really even know. And who’s in all probability already forgotten about my existence.
Well, it cannot be helped. And I most certainly can make a fool out of myself trying to find out if they’re even available. Who knows. No sign of girlfriend or a family on facebook. But not everyone post pictures of their spouses or kids. Or they might be gay. Or turn out to be complete idiots.
But I choose not to care. I have a crush, I daydream, I smile all the time and hope to see them somewhere at some point. Stranger things have happened!
Usually at this point I decide I haven’t got a chance, and then sometimes I find out later that I did, but it passed. Not this time. I’m going to try (I won’t stalk them, don’t worry) and bump into him somewhere and find out if I have a shot.
And if I don’t, at least I have the crush and the blushing and the way its making me feel right now. Which is giddy and a kind of a nice change to boredom.
Mika and Grace Kelly are so poppin’ my world!
Posted by: Annikki on: May 15, 2009
You know what sucks? Having to actually think about reminding a friend that you are just friends, cause they might (or actually, are likely to) be thinking something else. And having to hear from others that he’s making it understood that you are everything but friends.
The worst bit is that if you’re right, you know exactly how the other party feels (horrible), and you know it’s still fair to tell them. And if you’re wrong, it’s just going to be one of those really embarrassing moments that you’d rather forget.
So. Shitshitshit.
I’ll keep you posted. I’ve been too happy lately to post here, been busy with my fashion/humour one, but on this, I promise to keep you posted.
Posted by: Annikki on: February 18, 2009
Step one: Take your favourite poem or, if you don’t want to be scarred for life, your second favourite poem.
On second thought, do not sacrifice any of your favourite poems, please. Just pick one in random.
Step two: Run it through Google Translator – first translate it into Swedish, then from Swedish into French, then German and then back into the original language (feel free to change or add the languages if your source text is in Swedish or German or French, or just for the fun of it)
Step three: Admire your handiwork and
a) take pride in the fact that you are not Google Translator
b) be scarred for life and mad at me for ruining your favourite poem (told you, you shouldn’t choose that one). or
c) actually be proud that you have created something that Oulipo would have appreciated. Take your pick.
Edith Södegran, I’m so sorry.
Sataa, ylleni sataa vuolaasti, kaatamalla.
—–
Niin vähästä en vielä anna sydämmeni särkyä.
Humistokoot vastoinkäymiset kuin kylmät tuulet ympärilläni.
Minä itse olen myötäkäyminen. Otsalleni on kirjoitettu:
Aurinko ei voi itkeä silmänräpäystäkään.
Joka haluaa tappaa auringon
ojentakoon aseensa
hän saa nähdä vahvimman kaikista.
So.
Sataa, sataa Yllen nopeasti, kirjoita.
—–
Näin on jo jonkin aikaa, mutta en anna sydämmeni tauko.
Humistokoot takaisku kylmä tuuli noin minulle.
Olen itse myötävaikuttanut käymisestä. Otsalleni sanoo:
Aurinko ei voi itkeä silmänräpäystäkään.
Kuka haluaa tappaa sunnuntai
ojentakoon aseet
hän voi nähdä, suurin kaikista
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