Another revenge is on

I was in the bathroom in the middle of the night because I realized I hadn't brushed my teeth before I went to bed, when I came back I saw that I had one missed call, from this certain somebody. He had called 15 minutes earlier, at 0.58. I went to the kitchen and called him back but he didn't pick up, I texted him asking what he possibly could want me at this time.

I got a text back.

Him: You don't call people at 1.15 in the night.
Me: Well, you don't call them at 1.00 either but if you're gonna break the rules then so am I.
Him: everything before 1.00 is OK.
Me: Shut it, what did you want?

And he called me again and this time I picked up, but since my cousin was sleeping next to me I had to whisper.

Me: What?!
Him: Hi (since he heard me whisper, he whispered too)
Me: Hi...
Him: Hey.
Me: Hi..?
Him: Hi!
Me: Say 'hi' one more time and I'm hanging up on you.
Him: (paus) .... Hi hi!
Me: What do you want?!
Him: What are you doing?
Me: I'm in bed about to go to sleep but right now I'm being bothered.
Him: Okay... Well, I don't have time to talk on the phone, I'll text you so BYE.

And he hung up, it's about here I almost blew up wondering why the HELL he was calling me in the middle of the night when he knew I had work the next day.


And I got the damn text.

Him: Imma play Starcraft now.
Me: WHAT DID YOU WANT?!?!?!?
Him: I needed to kill some time.
Me: FYI, I'm gonna torture you for this tomorrow.
Him: Tomorrow I'll be asleep.
Me: You really think texting and calling you is the only way I can torture you with? I can make everyone on facebook believe that you and I are a couple....... and that you cheated on me........... with a man.... better up, with my brother!

Another revenge is on....

- You're disturbed.

He never called or said anything about the gummybears on monday-night and my friend, S, kept nagging me about texting him the whole day.

"No" I said with a firm voice.
"Is he online on MSN?" she asked.
"Yes, online and ignoring me"
"Write to him, see if he replies to you"

And I did, weak as I am, and what do you know. He ignored me - which in a way pissed me off just a tad.
Though when I came home and logged on on MSN he wrote to me.

"You write to me...
I reply and you ignore me...
And then you log off...
Where's your manners at?"

I told him that I never got his reply and we started talking about the calender.

Me: you've opened it as you should?
Him: Of course, I'm not a cheater!
Me: And no6 was empty?
Him: Well, the post office beat the calender up a bit so when I put it on my wall all the chocolates fell down.
Me: So no6 was empty?
Him: Everyone's empty, everything's at the bottom.
Me: Hm, okay.
Him: You're up to something.
Me: Why would you think that?
Him: Now I have to open all of them.
Me: Go ahead.

Him: I found something.
Me: Really? What?
Him: A note, it was in no19.


(This is where I went; CRAP!)

Him: Are there more notes?
Me: Notes? Nope, no more notes. :D 
Him: You really are disturbed.

(about here he went to play poker, yuckie)


But we had another chat last night about the calender.

Me: Did you open the whole thing or just the boxes?
Him: Why, are there more notes?
Me: I already told you: No notes. But the note was suppose to be in no24.
Him: Then why did you keep nagging about no6?
Me: I don't know - I'm a weirdo, do I need a reason?
Him: Are there something else in the calender? Something I haven't found? GOD! Now I have to open the thing!
Me: Tell me when you do.

(couple of minutes later)

Him: You ARE disturbed, gummybears?! Hahahaha!
Me: That's the third time you've called me that, I'm getting offended over here.
Him: I can't stop laughing! This is hilarious!
Me: You're just tired.
Him: No, I'm not! This is amazingly funny! You know I have to revenge this, right?
Me: Yeah, I know - that's why I thought twice before sending it.

The talking kept going on and he told me that I was being cocky and I told him that NO, I'm not - he just have the wrong picture of me. I'm really devilish.



Enough about that. Tomorrow I'm drinking wine (as the weekend-alcoholic I am) with S and on Saturday we're doing each other's hair. AWESOME.

Tc to all of you!
Molls.

Remember, remember the 6th of November

... I was texting my certain someone last night and 20 minutes before midnight I texted him saying 'It's midnight soon..'

I got a text back saying 'chocolate!' and I only replied with a ':O' since I knew that there wasn't going to be a chocolate, 12.09 he texted me 'Now now now' and I figured that he was only telling me that he was going to open no6 of his calender so I waited....

.. and waited...


... and waited..



... and I'm still waiting - that stupid ass is ignoring me and I'm going crazy over here, I swear he is planning revenge! But mark my words - I will not give in! I won't text him, call him och even hint about anything regarding the gummybears (because I'm awesome like that)

Still, he was pretty shocked by the fact that I sent him a calender and I bet he choked on his red wine (seriously, red wine? he's a dude for crying out loud) when he opened box no6 and he saw a gummybear so if he's revenging he's gonna do it as smart as me (if not smarter but who knows, he drinks red wine) or he will ignore me until I flip out.

Which isn't happening since I'm ignoring him back.
SUCK IT!

Molly
Over and Out.

Chocolate-calender!

At 22.30 I got a phone-call from a certain somebody - more exactly, the guy I sent the chocolate-calender too. I've been waiting for him to text me all week to say that he got a chocolate-calender.

When I saw that it was him calling I almost fell backwards on my chair, I cursed loud and went into my room.

Me: Hi
Him: Mmm..
Me: Hi?
Him: Mm...
Me: What?
Him: What's up?
Me: Nothing, I was sitting by the computer.
Him: Okay... How do you spell my lastname?
Me: Why?
Him: Just tell me.
Me: It's not very hard to spell it (and I spelled it out for him)
Him: Yeah, that's right.... You're disturb

I started laughing pretty hard here.

Him: You know I had to go down town to get my package?!
Me: So? Then my joke just got a little funnier.
Him: You're not even denying it?
Me: Why should I? I knew you would figure out it was me.
Him: I actually didn't, I called my siblings and accused them.



The funny thing is that I realized that he hadn't opened the whole thing - He called me disturbed because I sent him a chocolate-calender, he doesn't know that I traded some chocolate's for gummybears and he haven't found my rhyme yet.

So, I'm expecting a call from him on monday morning - he's definitely gonna call me disturbed again! :)

And I am done!

Last night I sat down with glue, gummybears and the newly bought chocolate calender in the kitchen. When I started my mom came and studied my for a while. "What are you doing?" she asked and I explained to her, she laughed and told my cousin, Y, (that temporarily lives with us), she's 14 and of course she wanted to see this.

Y: Why are you doing this?
Me: Revenge, what else?
Y: What if he gets mad?
Me: *shrugs* So?
Y: hm... What if he gets sad and you make him cry?
Me: He's 25, if he cries because there's no chocolate in 4 of 24 boxes then he deserves it.
Y: Did he make you cry?
Me: No, why?
Y: Then you're being mean to him.
Me: Okay, if you're trying to make me feel bad then go away or else, help me. What you wanna do?
Y: No no! I'm helping you!

And she helped me and had two chocolates each, we had pretty fun doing it.

Y: So, what's next?
Me: I'm putting this in a envelope and on Friday you're gonna go to the mailbox and send it for me.
Y: Okay, then what?
Me: Then we wait til he calls me and asks me if I'm the one who sent the calender.
Y: And you say?
Me: I say "Yes, and I licked on all the chocolates!"
Y: Did you?
Me: No
Y: Then why say so?
Me: *shrugs* I'm a bitch, do I need a reason for some things that I do?

Of course this is where my mom comes back into the kitchen.

Mom: Sooo.. All this work, how in love are you in this guy?
Me: What? None, I'm revenging - you don't know what an ass he is.
Mom: What do you think, Y?
Y: She hates him, she wrote F U on the note with the rhyming.
Mom: So, you're gonna send this to him?
Me: Yes?
Mom: You can't get him to come here and get it?
Me: You want me to ask a guy I never met to come to my house? What kind of example would I be to Y if I did that?
Mom: What kind of example are you setting now?
Y: That she's the coolest ever!
Me: See? I'm good influence.. Btw, he can't know it's from me until he reads the note on no24.


So, tomorrow Y will send my gift. Awesome :D

Saturday-night

I'm off to see Z's new place with S and maybe my brother's gonna tag along - if not, well, what kind of girl would I be if I said no to a girl's night and gossiping?

My chocolate-calender-revenge is going according plans though I'm not sending it until later in the week, D Steyn helped me refine my evil plans so hopefully it will be more than a success.

Sorry, just dropped by to make sure you all knew I was alive. Byes to ya all!

Molly,
Over and Out!

Evil plans of mine

"You gotta step up your game to make it to the top so go, GO"


And that's exactly what I'm gonna do, the 6th November I ended up talking to my own personal Edward Cullen for three hours, we discussed, argued and got to know each other better.


Explanation of my evil plan:
He told me that he loves chocolate-calenders, it's for Christmas and in every box - 1 to 24 - you find one, tasty bit of chocolate. (Yes, we celebrate Christmas 24th December on Christmas Eve) The last couple of years they started making a Haribo-calender and Haribo is the company that makes delish gummybears. He said he had been in the store when he had seen one of these and he got upset - A calender without chocolate?!?! So, as a revenge, he opened up no24 and ate the gummybear.

My evil plan:
I will buy a chocolate-calender, open it in a way where you can't tell that it's been open. I'm gonna trade the chocolates from no6 - no23 to gummybears. This means that the first 5 will be the tasty chocolate.

On no24 I'm gonna leave a note. (Please note that this is written in Swedish and that is why it doesn't rhyme perfectly)

"Remember, remember the 6th of November, this is for those who never got no24 in a Haribo-calender
This is my revenge"

Two things can happen.

1. He opens the calender as it is supposed to; box 1 on December 1. Box 2 on December 2 and so on. He won't notice my practical joke until the 6th day.
Or
2. He will open the whole thing the same day as he gets it and he notice it instantly.


Either way, I don't care. I still had my laugh :D

All the single ladies!

Yeah, Saturday-night I had my first taste of single-life and I guess I could get used to this - free drinks, getting compliments and get invited to after-parties.

So, I was walking towards my friend when I passed three guys and one of them said hi. I stopped, looked at them and thought "yeah, why not?" and started talking to them.

One of them grabbed my arm. "Hey, you got a tattoo! You like tattos?". This was one of those situations where I had to swallow my sarcasm.

That's when I noticed that he had his arms full of tattoos and he even had one on his neck. I told him about my brother being a tattoo-artist and this guy was actually pretty nice.

I asked him about the tattoos and he explained that all of them where inspired from the vikings. I was a little shocked since it was pretty clear that this guy wasn't entirely Swedish - dark hair, dark eyes and smooth skin in a shade darker than mine. (In a fewer words - He was hot) But his Swedish was as flawless as mine, he had a Swedish name and he was studying to become a teacher.

He was actually pretty cool and he asked me out for a coffee.

I said no, though. Stupid I know.

Cripple and the starfish

My brother and I started working out Wednesday-night (so don't keep your hopes up) and yesterday I went for a long walk after lifting weights. When I came home I heard my mom say "I have given birth to 3... 4 kids so I think I'm allowed to be a little fat"

I only have two brothers but one year before I was born my mother gave birth to a boy who was already dead. It's scarred my mother and we don't really talk about it so when she changed her mind from 3 to 4 kids I knew what she was talking about but I couldn't help it.

Me: Did you change your mind from 3 to 4 kids or did you just remember how many times you've given birth?
Mom: I've given birth to 4.
Me: Good, because it sounded like you weren't quite sure as if you didn't know how many kids you actually do have.
Dad: "I have 3 or 4 kids, more or less"

We started laughing pretty hard and only minutes after this my dad starts poking me in the side, pissing me off.

Me: Goddammit! When will you start acting like a grown-up?!
Dad: Never..
Me: You know mom, it's very hard to love your own dad when they act like 12!
Mom: I know, I sometimes have a hard time to love him myself.
Me: Yeah, but you chose him - it's wasn't like I had any saying in this.
Dad: I can't be too bad. I have a loving wife and 3 or 4 kids, more or less.

Thought of the Day;

I'm a sadistic bastard.

It's three weeks ago it ended with Mike and boys are now far down on my to-do-list, though only no2 on my black-list (sorry boys)

Still I have allowed myself to enjoy at small schoolgirl-crush, nothing serious and since he is too far down on my to-do-list (it's sounds like I mean it in a dirty way but I don't) I'm not planning on acting or telling anyone about this.

Still, it stings a little to be ignore and listening to Antony and The Johnsons - Cripple and the starfish I can't help to recognize what he sings about. I'm allowing this stinging (or like Antony would say "Stingy thingy on little me me me") and I most certainly encourage it - luckily I will be repaired by tomorrow if I set my mind to it.


If I set my mind to it.


At least it keeps my mind off of my problems with Mike, maybe this is a rebound-crush? Maybe this is me trying to keep my faith in men?

Well, there's easier ways to do that. Maybe I'll hang out with my brother today, especially since I'm meeting my other brother on Sunday for a haircut. I'm surrounded by men all the time, relatives yes, but still - they take care of me and love me no matter what.  But maybe that's not enough?

Maybe.

I'm a sadistic bastard and I'm promise, a Tequila will make things better.

Awesomest

Just got a text from my brother telling me that I was invited to a party on the sixth and that I am to spend the night, AWESOME! :)

I love my brothers :)

So many changes...

... and I'm wondering if my break-up with Mike is what caused all the changes or if we broke because everything changed.

Yes, it's official - Mike and I broke up but no worries, it was what we both wanted.
Still, it hurts just a tad and the hurt worsened when Mikes friend kissed me in front of Mike (I had no time to stop it since I've never dreamed of kissing this guy) and Mike didn't care, he just said that was how Christian rolled.

Yeah well Christian, Lucky for you that I had time to stop you from at least sticking your tongue down my throat or else you'd be dead right now.

And for those who didn't know, I still live at home and my mom decided that we're gonna paint my room beige and she bought me a new bed. Niiice. I love my mom <3



I'm having dinner with S over at her place on Friday, I offered to bring the wine but she gently declined -That's so sweet of her but I think I'll bring wine anyways ;)

That's all from me now. Take cares,
xoxo
Molly.

Long nails = no writing

Yup, you heard me right. I got my nails done, a birthday-gift from my friend (since it's her job, it made it easier for her to just do my nails) and god, do I love them. Pink, green and sparkly with a twist of extreme. I thought it was a perfect gift since I've never done this before - Until I came home and started typing on my laptop.

I didn't know I knew that many curse-words and I actually came up with some of my own. Amazing.

I still think it's a great gift, I love them more than ever - but I can't write anything!

Maybe this is good, maybe I need a small break just to gather all my inspiration in one and then let it explode?

Update.

Hey! Awesome, now anyone can comment my blog.
Wow, I really need to learn this blogging thingy. ;)

My own personal Edward Cullen

I was pissed off, why? Because when arrogance comes in the form of a guy like that, it's the natural reaction from me.

(Don't get this wrong, there's nothing 'loving' going on between us - well, I don't think so)

He called me Saturday night, drunk, and it was the first time I've ever heard his voice - which was interesting, he's a guitar-player and told me that he couldn't sing and my first reaction had been 'A guitar-player that does not sing? Then his voice must be... ugly?'

It's wasn't, though when I hear guys that speak with that soft accent that he did I always find them just a tad gay. Mostly because my accent sounds masculine.

We've been joking around for two weeks (but I've had contact with him for over 6 months) and we text each other almost whole nights about different things. He's helping me out a lot with my writing and even offered to read it so I would get it right.

He's also very good at reading people, he always predicts my reactions and he's always right. He's funny as hell too, he always cracks me up but last night, something happened.

I had just called him stalker when he (Let's call him E as in Edward) texted me this.

E: btw, don't fall in love with me. :p

Uuuuh.. I was kinda confused but thought that he was kidding, of course, what else?

Me: But you're so pretty, it's hard not to! :p

This is how we roll, we declare out undying love for each other and then laugh about it. Two days ago I proposed to him, offering to buy him for 17 US dollars and promising to gaze lovingly at him when he introduced me to his parents.

I also told him that it was hard to find true love for that kind of price. (You see, we laugh a lot)

Well, turns out he wasn't kidding about the warning. In 2 minutes he turned from this funny, nice guy to an asshole and I was kinda pissed off. Not by the fact that he was warning me but by the fact that he actually thought that I would risk my whole being by falling for him.

He's a player by heart, a different kind of player - he's the first I've actually enjoyed talking to but suddenly this?

Then it hit me.

He always predicts my reaction and suddenly he's trying to push me away? (I know he's got trust issues) He knows what a stubborn person I am and a warning like that would lead me to stop talking to him all together, maybe not since I still need his help with my writing.

That's why I texted him today saying;

I've figured you out! You're a vampire and you're worried about eating me!

Pedophiles

Yes, you heard me right.

I only slept for about 5 hours tonight. Why? I'll tell you why. Soon.

Racists are bad people, well, maybe not bad people but they sure as hell aren't very bright people. Rapist though, they're bad people.

And where does pedophiles fit in? Nowhere, everywhere they got, they get spit on. Don't get me wrong, they deserve it.

So, yesterday I was talking to my friend, TA, over MSN and somehow we got talking about fake identities. Of course I told him about one I had when I was 16, my alterego and slut, 18 year old Elinore - Ellie.

TA says:
Haha, you're just like me! I have a alterego too! Her name is Amy and she's 12, it's a great way of busting pedophiles.

(Wait, what? Pedophiles? With Elinore I just wanted to show guys that it was never a good idea to show skin to a perfect stranger. My routine was that I would put lots and lots of makeup on, start my cam and look cute in my ponytales then paus the webcam to switch seats with a guy-friend of mine.

Busting pedophiles hadn't even crossed my mind.

Well, not busting since tricking people into doing crimes is illegal in Sweden - I don't know, is that a stupid law?

Anyways, he told me that he pretended to be 12 and when the pedophiles told him the information he needed he started his cam - showing off a not-so-12 fullgrown man waving at the cam and telling them that "I have your address, I have your phonenumber and I can tell your girlfriend all about this!"

The reason TA does this, is to punish the pedophiles in his own way - Leaving them like insomniacs as they know that there is someone out there that knows their true identity and there is noway that they can stop this person)


Suddenly I found myself not being able to sleep, it was past midnight and "Amy" talked to over 6 guys last night - one was busted, though I don't know how that one ended - and I was kind of thinking "Seriously, if they think a 12-year old is up by this time then they deserve getting busted.

But there's a few questions I have.

Pedophiles, are they sick? I mean like mentally sick - Can you get help for stuff like that? How often do you hear about a man/woman getting to rehab because they like under-aged boys and girls?

Kept up by PlaystationMove and a poker-playing friend.

This whole week I've had a lot on my mind, being confused isn't an easy thing but it's getting less and less confusing so I'm lucky like that.

So, to keep my mind off of things I've spent my evenings with my friend, F, playing video-games (we finished The Resistance: Fall of Man a couple of days ago, both sad and happy with that) But Wednesday she got home PlayStationMove so now we've been spending our evenings with playing table tennis, archery and bowling. NICE.

But coming home by midnight isn't a very smart thing, especially not when you've got a poker-playing friend that spends his nights in front of the computer and just loves to tease you. That way, I haven't gotten much sleep this whole week.

Today I'm taking it easy with my mom, I'll probably meet F and SZ later today. Nice :)

The swedendemocrats, my hetro-friend and my dike-friends.

I have nothing against homosexuals, my best friend is a gay, my cousin is gay and my mother's brother is gay. I'm raised with the image that homosexuality is OK and totally normal.


But I couldn't help to say this to my gay-friend's ex-girlfriend.

It was Saturday (Sunday - yesterday - was the election-day) A, the ex.gf, complained about not wanting to vote on the most famous politicians so I said 'Well then, vote for the christ-democrats. I bet they don't have that many fans'. Stupidly, I didn't think about the fact that most religious people don't accept homosexuals. But she probably thought I was joking with her so she didn't say anything.

I was sitting right infront of the TV with F, playing The Resistance: Fall of Man, when I heard A saying to my gay-friend SZ. "The swedendemocrats isn't racist! How can you say that?"
F, feeling the same way about swedendemocrats as me, turned around and said. "No, you're right. Four years ago they were Nazis so I guess there's a difference"
A frowned. "That's.. Well, they don't wanna send all the immigrants home!"

This is where I spoke up. "Yes they do, with the oldest argument ever. They wanna send them home because they are different. Different from us, so when they're done with the foreigners maybe they'll take on the dikes because let's face it" I turned around. "You are different from us normals"

My statement was met with silence. Of course I wasn't serious, this was my sarcastic way of proving my point.

If the swedendemocrats weren't racist, they would've chosen a more neutral name. I can't start a politic-party named The Hetrodemocrats and say 'No, of course I don't have a problem with homosexuals'

(I DON'T have a problem with homosexuals, but I think you see my point)

A didn't say anything, she knows I wasn't serious but I think it hurt her feelings a little bit when I told her that she and SZ is different from us normals. But hey, immigrants endure this everyday in our country.

This is all for me now.
xoxo

Molly. 

Politicians, racists and then little me.

I hate politicians and I wish they were allowed to use sarcasm, it's the best way of getting your point through someones else's thick skull.

Again, I hate politics and I stay away from it as far as I can but since it's election-day this Sunday, then it's pretty hard to ignore.

Swedendemocrats. What do they sound like?Democrats that want to help Sweden? WRONG.


Their only policy is 'Sweden is great, Swedes are greater and let's send back all those immigrants back to their own country!'.

Yeah well, F U.

They wanna start with the criminal immigrants and that I can understand, if someone - who's not from Sweden - commits... let's say murder... in Sweden then yeah, why should we spend money on him/her in our prisons? But then again, the Swedish legal sucks so he/she would only get like 10 years maximum for murder so he/she probably wouldn't cost us that much. Even if they say 10 years they'll probably let him/her out after 4 years.


Sure, send criminals 'home'.

Though, here is what's wrong. They wanna send the whole family back to their own country with the criminal, because (and I quote) 'They're all the same'

I don't wanna make Sweden seem racist, I'm ashamed for Swedendemocrats - We need to focus on getting more jobs but they focus on keeping Sweden as Swedish as possible.

And what do they count as 'immigrants and foreigners'? My best friend is part German (I know because I tease her a lot), my dad's sister is adopted from Chile (she just got a kid with a Swede), my mom's sister got two grown-up kids with a man from Turkey, whom she still lives with.

If they get to rule Sweden, what happens with us? Are they gonna send my cousins to other countries? Countries where they don't know the language and they're gonna start living there? Working there?


They're just doing to other countries that they feel that other countries do to us.



These poeple, Swedendemocrats, are impossible to talk to. Believe me I've tried, I was called a child who lives in a fairytale-world and don't know what real life is and they also said that I called them racist. (Please, I wouldn't stoop so low unless you actually said something racist) And they tried teaching me what the word 'Nazi' really meant.

Well, they asked me if I wanted it explained and my reply was "No, because I have a feeling you're gonna make Nazi sound like something good and that makes me sick"


Sorry for the rant, I just got so pissed now when I thought about it.

Have a great day!
xoxo
Molly
(who's not voting for the Swedendemocrats)

Po-po-po psycho-face!

I'm not gonna talk about poker as if I've played it before.
Well, of course I've played it. (Texas hold 'em to be precise)

And what have I learned?

First of all, the guy who's answering my question is a guy I never met (we keep contact through texting and over MSN, he lives in Sweden) and now when I know a little about poker, I never want to meet him.

He's probably not a bad guy, no, correction. He's not a bad guy, he's a jerk and a douche-bag sometimes but he's definitely not bad.

I've learned some of the psychology behind the poker, not the Will I win? Will I loose?- kind of psychology. No, the bluffing, the double-bluffing and all that. Not only psychology, but also reversed psychology.

Example. "I'm gonna make him believe I'm bluffing" (You're not bluffing but you act like you are by doing the same 'tells' - body-language - as when you bluff. By that, you bluff him by not bluffing)

Tells is something you do without thinking about it, like pulling your hair, blinking to much or sudden calmness.

That's the thing, poker teaches you to always be aware of suddenness, a very hyper-player goes calm... Why? A very calm player goes hyper, why? What's he doing?

You can never tell what they're doing but by learning the pattern in their playing (also known under 'information') you can also learn when they bluff, if they bluff or if they're just bluff-bluffing.


One word for you; Psychogame!

Back to the, 'I never want to meet him'.


Seriously, a player never stops to play the game. For me, poker looks like a way of living. He's not just good with the cards, he's good with the people and the world around him is his poker-table and he can bend it at his will.

You only see of him what he wants you to see while he's seeing all.

I might tell you more about the poker-playing.
I think it's fascinating :D
xoxo
Molly.

Coughing and writing.

Though it is my mom doing the coughing.

She's sick and I promised her to clean the house for her, now I'm waiting for my father to buy some cleaning-stuff so I can start already.

I hate cleaning, it's not only boring but all I can think is; GOD! This is boring!
And let me tell you, it takes more energy to think about how boring it is than actually do the cleaning. Feels great afterwards though :)

Today I'm testing something new.

I'm going to listen to my favorite music and let the new story - that I'm writing with D - run through my head, maybe come up with some new ideas. After that I'm spending my whole day in front of the computer, waiting for D's next e-mail. (Well, I hope he's gonna send me one later today)

Ugh! I'm hungry, maybe I'll have to eat something before I start cleaning. (*gasp* did you hear that?! That's me making excuses so I can push the cleaning out of my agenda! Lucky me my good side ain't letting that happen)

So. I'm off.
Have a great day!

xoxo
Molly.

Co-labbing, Iphone 4 and Vampire Diaries

I've never co-labbed with another writer before.

But I'm trying and I'm excited! It's gonna be so much fun, especially since I already have fallen in love with the main-characters. I think I would describe them as 'messed-up beyond repair' in a Go-extreme-or-go-the-fuck-home! kind of way.

I ordered my new phone today, it's gonna help me out in my writing and keeping in touch with my web-friends. It would be awesome if it had been as easy to contact my web-friends as easily as I contact my other friends.

Talking about friend, S is going to Turkey tomorrow so I won't be seeing or hearing from her for a whole week. Well, she'll probably text me on Wednesday or Thursday telling me how tanned, well-bathed and drunk she is... Bitch.

Oh yeah, Mike called me two days ago, he started telling the story about how he got his Iphone 4 home and how stupid he was. His regular simcard didn't fit in the new phone so he called Iphone support or something. They told him to cut the card til it fitted or he could send it in.

Tss, my man is he's own man and likes to show it.

So he cut the card wihtout hesitation. I repeat; without hesitation. He didn't save his contact on the phone, or anything else. He just cut it.

And he cut it too small so it doesn't work in his Iphone, but get this. It doesn't work on his old cellphone either so now his without a phone til next week.

When he finished his tale - and told me 300 times that he's so stupid - he goes quiet. I ponder for a sec before I said "Did you call because you wanted me to agree to your stupidness?"
Mike: Uuhm. No, I called to say that you can only reach me on my home-phone. It's just! I got so excited and the next second I had already cut my simcard.

I sighed. There really wasn't any reason for me to tell him how stupid he was to do that, he understood that himself so I just said. "Hey, cheer up. I think it's cute"
He was quiet for a long time before he asked. "What's cute?"

I smiled. "You getting excited over a cellphone, it reminds me that you and I aren't that different from each other and that is why we love each other"

After that my friend, Z, started teasing me about my love-speech. Puh, she's just jealous ;)



I watched the first episode of season 2, The Vampire Diaries. It was....... GREAT. AWESOME. A-MAZING and it totally blew me off my feet. Though I noticed something with me that never happens otherwise. I believe that I looked like a lovesick highschool-girl flaunting over the hot highschool-bully every time Damon was in view. All I could think was 'Omg, he's so funny', 'Aw, he's so smart' and 'God, he's so sexy'

I'm starting to wonder... Am I a fan? Or a groupie?

That's all from me.
xoxo

Molly H.

Tattooed by a sadistic brother

Well, maybe not that much blood but it sure did hurt!

My brother tattooed me, it's not a new one (I got it in June) I just had to fill it and make it look better and get some color in it.

And god dammit! I soo wanted to punch my brother for doing this to me. "is this revenge from Friday when I told you that you're spoiled?" I asked with a forced voice.
  "Nope" he said and continued his sadistic way of tattooing.
  "Is it revenge for T? (my other brother) When I failed with his eyebrows?" I asked.

(I colored T's eyebrows and let's just say that it was my first time and it was the first time T ever told me that he hated me, it stung a little)

  "Nope" my sadistic brother said.
I closed my eyes and focused. "You're pressing the needle harder than you have to!" I really hated him right then, and I wondered what his little sister had done do deserve to get slaughtered.
  "I'm pressing as hard as I need to!" he muttered.
  "Then why the eff does it hurt so much?!" I yelled, ashamed that I was whining so much since this is the third tattoo I've made and none of the others hurt like this.

  "Because you're a wuss!" he yelled back.

It didn't shut me up, I kept whimpering. At least my tattoo got pretty.


(yes, the pic sucks)

That's all for me!

xoxo
Molly

Amazed

Yes, I am.

I wanna jump, squeal and cry at the same time. You can find some of my docs on Scribd's highest rated, most discussed, featured and most read, both poetry and my book, Stolen Kisses :)

Just had to tell you guys, I'm so happy now! 

Swedish musicians and red cheeks.

See! This is why I never compliment peoples work unless I've thoroughly gone through their stuff, websites and stuff!

I came across this AMAZING band ever, they've made covers on a lot of songs that I love, suddenly I heard a remix of Yiruma - River flows in you and I was like OMFG! Is there more people that listen to just that specific song?! And they made a remix!?!

Suddenly I just completely fell in love with them and decided to send them an e-mail, of course in English since I just took for granted that they were english. Later I saw that they had a website and I was like, yay! I'll check it out.

SWEDEN! There's from effing SWEDEN! And I'M from Sweden! And I wrote them an e-mail in English! I sent them another mail (My main-characters is in a band and this was the kind of band I had been looking for) I told them that I hadn't noticed that they were Swedish and that if I had any questions, maybe they could answer them for me?

I hope they'll reply.

Anyways,
byes.
Molly.

Ghosts and dogs.

My mom opened the door to my room this morning. "Did you set the alarm-clock?"
I lifted my head and tried to glare her out of my room, when it didn't work I checked my alarm. "No" I said and tried to fall back asleep.
Mom shifted in the doorway. "Well, shouldn't you?"

I did as she said and closed my eyes again when I heard her coming in the room and stealing my laptop, she left but our big, hairy dog had decided to sneak in my room when mom had the door open. He started licking my hand, and then my arm, and he reached my shoulder when I started mumbling 'Lick my face and you're a dead dog'.

He stopped instantly and I opened my eyes.

Seriously, who can be mad at this dog? Of course I started cuddling with our family dog who looks like a big, black bear instead of the cuddling, nice dog he is. I'll upload a picture later :)


So, this sucks. My aunt told me that my new working place is haunted......... Yes, that's right. HAUNTED. I was like 'Great..... Now I'll never be alone at work....'.I wonder if she knows how much he destroyed my life by saying that.

Well, she didn't really, it's not like I noticed something or anything. All I know is that some places in the hallway makes me feel uncomfortable but hey! That's me. Though, I'm alone here and there's an awfully lot of noise not coming from me or my direction at all. That's whats scaring me!


Back to  work now!

See ya later!
xoxo

Molly.

- You were younger when we were kids, right?

- No.

That was S's answer to a drunk friend of one my brothers, we were standing in line to get onto a bus and Daniel happened to stand right infront of me. "Molly!" he screamed when he saw me. "How are you?!"

I thought it was pretty amazing that he actually recognized me since he was a hockey-buddy to my brother and that was like... 7 years ago? 7 years ago I was 14 with long, wavy rat-colored hair and I always rolled my eyes when-ever any of those hockey-guys spoke to me.

Anyway, he started saying hi to all my friends since almost all of us were younger sisters to hockey-players, except one. S. Daniel stared at her; "You were younger when we were kids, right?"

We started laughing and S  smiled to him. "No" she said sarcastic, Daniel frowned. "I'm a vampire"


I know I was suppose to update yesterday, though I didn't have time, I spent my Sunday-night watching Van The Man with F.

Back to Saturday.

We got into the bus without problems but we had to get off in another town than the one we were going to, so we got off, lit a cigarette and waited for the other bu we were suppose to ride with.

Suddenly we were surrounded by all hockey-players from the bus and I saw Daniel looking for someone. "Where's F?" he asked rather loud, almost screaming. F stood beside him but he didn't see her, she leaned sideways and yelled in his ear. "I'M HERE!!"

Daniel: Oh, F. Do you remember? Our teenage-love? We used to sit behind a rock and kiss...
F: ....What?
Daniel: Yeah, you remember?
F: I'm sorry... No.
Daniel: *stumble backwards* .. B-b-but... It was true love!!

We got into the other bus and continued in to The City though there had been a fire at the club we were suppose to go to, instead we went to a pub and spent an hour there until the club opened up again.

That's when we met Sa and her Norwegian boyfriend. He was polite and nice but it was hard hearing what he actutally said and poor him, he had to endure us when we tried speaking norwegian.

We danced the night away, as always, and back to the bus home we met a childhood friend of ours. He sat next to me and my boyfriend, when the girl he sat next to started complaining about the bus not moving. "Seriously" she said with laughter in her voice. "I got fishes to feed at home"

My childhood friend (M) started shaking with shock. "Oh no!" he screamed. "And they're gonna die in--" he looked at his watch. "In FOUR minutes! We gotta get moving!"

But the bus stood still for about 10 more minutes.

After a while we moved around in the bus and I sat beside M, he looked at me and smiled. "Remember when we were kids and we had just put up glow-in-the-dark-stars in your ceiling? They didn't glow so you started crying" he gave me a wide grin.
  "No I didn't" I said.
He smiled again. "Yeah, you did. The problem was that they hadn't been in light long enough to glow in the dark...., I don't know why we didn't know that"

M stayed to talk when we got off the bus, he talked about his job and stuff and he swung himself around a lamppost. (Such a stupid ass)

Anyway, those of my friends who were out Saturday-night with me; Feel free to comment and fill in with what I missed typing. 

Have a great day!
xoxo
Molly.

A drunken weekend with friends

Friday night I spent with S, my brother, my brothers friend and my brothers girlfriend. We went out, danced, drank and we ended up with guy following us and getting gasoline on our hands. Okay, that last part might be my fault.

We started by getting late to the party (sorry, but sometimes you can't get off work), we ate cray-fish with sallad and feta. It was superb! :D

Suddenly the night was hanging over our shoulders and we decided to go to a club called Speak Easy, of course being me involves forgetting stuff like.. I don't know, my ID? Yes, I forgot my ID but luckily my dear redheaded friend, S, got as big and curly hair as me so we both used her drivers license to get in, and it worked.

We girls lost the boys pretty easily (my brother has a tendency to wander off when he's drunk) and we danced the night away, one special dude got his eyes on me and no matter how many times I said I had a boyfriend he didn't budge. Right before we left, this special dude and his friend was very much in love and we heard stuff like; 'I love you, I will never forget you'.

Way to go to boost a drunkens ego.

Later on our friend, T, came to pick us up and before leaving the city she said we had to fuel up the old car she was driving. Of course! No problem! We stopped to get gas and I jumped out of the car, explaining that I could gas her car up.

Please note that I don't have a drivers license, I've never driven a car and much less fueled it up. But yes, I was convinced that I, the unforgettable Molly, could do anything.

S was very nice and tried to help me, too bad we ended up with our hands soaked in gasoline. I gave S a sad look. (I'm not only unforgettable, I'm a drunken chain-smoker too) "Aaah" I said with a sobbing tone in my voice. "I haven't even smoked yet. DAMNIT!"

We got home safely though, thank god, and we ended up at S's kitchen-floor trying to rap Eminem - Puke while cooking. (By cooking I mean starting the oven to make french fries and spring-rolls)

We then spent most Saturday sleeping (I slept, S cleaned up the mess from the day before) and then went home to get ready for another night out.


Sorry, I'll have to update later today to tell you about the Saturday night, I'm going belly-dancing with S soon. Have a great day til we'll meet again.

xoxo
Molly.

War of the worlds and my world

This is the first time I ever blogged so excuse me if I'm being boring, I'm using this to clear my head and to "talk" about problems I can't talk to my non-writer friends about. (Which is all my friends, except for those I've learned to get to know on Scribd :))

But, I will also share funny events from my life and how I deal with my writing, (since it's my hobby and I work as a hairdresser, still I'm gonna try to become a published author) how I use my writing and I will most definitely write on my blog next time I suffer from writers-block (suckie)


I have this gay-friend, he likes to talk a lot, very overwhelming and got a hard time sticking to the truth and he likes to talk behind your back. (You have to have at least one friend like that)

Well, a couple of months ago he, apparently, had issues with me and he talked about me behind my back. (Unfortunately for him, he was talking to one of my better friends) I found out about this and I was enraged, I've never been mean to him, I was always honest to him and he suddenly didn't like me? I told my boyfriend and said "I wish I could give him pay-back without going to jail!" (Yes, I always overreact)

Stupid me, though.

In my book, that I'm trying to write, one of my characters is based on my oh-so-gay friend and I know that he will be sad when/if I get published and he sees that the annoying, overwhelming, gay Felix will suddenly die in the middle of the book. (Mohaha, this is my world and I do what I want in it!)

Anywho... I guess I'll have to thank him for making my book a little more exciting than it was from the beginning. So, thank you my oh-so-gay friend. (Talk behind my back, I don't care. I already killed Felix)


So, enough about that. A couple of days ago I spent my day at S's place, we were watching War of the worlds, the aliens had just started killing the humans when she spoke up. "What do you think they're doing in there when they kill all those humans?"
I looked at her. "Ehum, killing?"
She rolled her eyes at me and sat up straighter. "No, do they like... Listen to music while killing?"

Right there I started wondering if she was high or something and I tried not to think about how her brain worked. She's my best friend and I love her very much, but I couldn't help but to wonder why they would listen to music when they're aliens and why was she thinking about that?

  "What kind of music?" I asked her, aliens listening to music was interesting enough, what kind of music was mind-blowing.
She pondered for a sec. "Dj Aligator?"
I frowned. "What song?"
Of course she snorted but I couldn't really think of any song he made. "The whistle song of course"

In my head, I saw a picture of aliens, sitting in their killing-machine, nodding to the music of Dj Aligator and singing; Blow my whistle baby! Blow it like you mean it, blow!

Mind-blowing, right?

Nothing more from me now, hope you enjoyed yourself. Bye til next time.
xoxo
Molly.