Hanna Isabella

… and then came the lotion.

*BLURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

I am of the opinion that I come from a family that’s not quite what you’d call “sane”. Most of the year I adjust myself to what is, and accept my fate to be part of this family. Family is after all family, and I do love them, even though I don’t have to. But at this time of the year I wonder if my mom loves her Christmas decorations more than she loves her children. 270 something Santa Claus figures must be a sign of some sort of mental lapse, right? And out of all those, there’s only one that I like. But what would Christmas be without them, not a Christmas in my home anyway.

Ok, so the christmas spirit came over me, all of a sudden. Unexpected, and uninvited. (Eftersom jag planerade att spendera en fattig, tjurig jul, utan julklappar, men eftersom min bittra erfarenhet har lärt mig att familjen Närhi ändå alltid äter julskinka och julgröt på julafton, känner jag mig lite gladare. Jag ska bli fet över jul. Riktig mat, och pepparkakor. Lussekatter och julstjärnor. Ischoklad. Födelsedagsmat. Mmmmm…)

The background is not at all made for this site, nor was it meant for my desktop, but as I made it, the wish for snowflakes came over me, and now it resides both here, and behind my icons. I spotted, a lonely Goo, right on top on the snow flakes. Made me want to play some World of Goo again.

Exam, tomorrow. Unified Modelling Lalalalalala-poo-shit. No, ok, not exactly. But something like that.

Hanna, returns to her books, stares out of the window. There’s a tree there, a Christmas Tree, the lights are making me  a bit fuzzy inside. I like that feeling. Fuzzy. I wish I could have it more. More. I shall turn off the TV, dim the lights, light some candles, put the laptop in energy save mode, and drink a cup of warm chocolate. Warm milk makes you tired I hear, I wonder if it would make me fuzzy. Sit up all night, take my exam, return, sleep, and then pack my bags as I return home early on Saturday morning.

Time to poop on the party and reveal to the world what I’ve been doing up until now. The big secret is revealed. And if I really do poop on your party because you expected something extraordinary, I am sorry, but I am quite fond of this puzzle of mine.

Mitt projekt är klart. Det som skulle funnits i 20 upplagor blev istället 18, och medans det ligger 14-15 sakwer hemma hos mig kommer det snart dyka upp 18 pussel i andra bervlådor runtom i Sverige. Slutresultatet delar jag med mig, men pussel får ni vara utan (även om jag skulle vilja ge ett pussel till alla!).

I’m considering wether I should write more posts in english or not. Anyway. English further down as always.

Som så många gånger innan, stannade jag uppe för sent, men inatt (imorse) gjorde jag iallafall klart mitt projekt som jag har håll på med sen, jag minns inte när. Det var mycket tankar fram och tillbaka, men till sist kom jag på det. Jag insåg på väg till skolan att jag hade glömt skriva avsändar address på paketen, men tja, kommer de inte fram då gör de inte det, och då får jag lista ut nånting.

Snart får ni se vad det är jag har gjort.

Jag är en krånglig person. Det är krångligt att jag ska vara krånglig, och det skulle vara bra om det inte vore det. Men hur skulle det egentligen vara om jag just nu inte var krånglig? Äh, glöm det.

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English

This morning I finnished the last piece of the project I’ve been working on for some time. Well, it’s been done for a week or so, but this morning (which was more like late night to me, but still morning cause I had class not too many hours afterwards) I worked my lazy bum and finished wrapping the last box in paper and sticking on some stamps. So on their way the boxes are. Well what boxes you ask? Of course I must tell you all about that, but that will be my first portfolio post since I have this cute and awesome theme now. (Wiihoo)

Once there was a time when people would say that I was a creative, talkative and, maybe even occasionally, fun blogger. Yes, since my somewhat eleventh year I have put characters in the fields and marked the databases with ones and zeroes for the purpose of no real purpose at all. Yes I used to be that person. It was fun, it didn’t pressure me, it was simply a diary in which I confided. Maybe not as much as I would’ve confided in a traditional diary, but still, a diary that I got to share. I don’t know why, but diaries have always fascinated me. My own, as well as others. But lately it’s not been the same. I guess it’s time for me to change book and name for my diary, as I always do (Fran, Anne, Didde, Lunarstorm, Blogspot and a few more), but instead of moving like i always do I’m gonna try to stay in the same place a little longer (settle down? horrible thought) and just do a total makeover.

I must get this blog going. What shall I make of it? I’ve thought about making it into a portfolio for quite some time. It would give me a reason to finish what I start, and it would also most likely spike my interest for this site once more, and it would give me a reason to share. I found a contest, and I thought I’d enter it. It’s quite simple, I write about it here, and I’m one of many who has the chance to win my own premium theme for my blog. That would be awesome. I want a pretty theme.

And then one day, when I’m ready, I’ll start over again.

The creative Hanna who always comes up with tons of projects, and starts working on half of them, and finishes at most a handfull of them, and the Hanna who get’s bored from doing nothing, the Hanna who gets a job and goes to it, and the Hanna who never seems to have money but still manages to buy both necessary and unecessary things seems to have taken a break from everything. Especially blogging.

The Hanna who’s sitting here right now is a bit bored. Confused. Tired. Poor. The list goes on. I really have to get my ass out there and do something constructive.

Tomorrow I plan to go to the place which we in sweden go to when we’re unemplyed. It’s called Arbetsförmedlingen (I’m saying that for the maybe two or perhaps more people who don’t speak swedish who read my blog). You go there and say your unemployed. You see. You have to go there in order to benefit from any other part of the benficial parts of our society. For some it’s good, for some it’s just a stupid detour. For me it’s the only way.

Ah, it’s a shame really that the job I managed to get turned out to be not so good as I first thought. But, oh well. I’d rather be unemplyed than work at a place where I can’t count on getting payed. I’d rather work at the place I used to say I’d rather be umemploey before I work there ever again. I applied for it. Again.

So. What of my projects?

One of them involved a Wacom Bamboo, but since my money that I had seemed to disappear faster than water in the desert, or rather, alcohol in a pub, a wacom never really took place at my desk. A bunch of other things did though.

Another plan of mine was becomming a street musician, which me and my friend Emmy actually became today. We earned 30 SEK each.

Uhm basically. My life is a bit messed up. I’m bored. My posts are boring, and I still haven’t made up my mind about what I want to study this fall. So that’s why I don’t update my blog. There will come day. When I have something fun to say again. That day I will write you a wonderful blog post. Just like the ones Hanna used to write.