New blog on a new site.

I've started another blog that's easier to use. From now on you can find me on tumblr.com.

www.mollyhagman.tumblr.com

I have a date with Stefan Salvatore

.. No! Not the real one silly, but that would be hot too... Wait, no, that wouldn't be hot too - it would be superhot!

The coffee-date last night with Viking was canceled and since Vikings brother is "openminded" and.. kind of, developed interest for my Gayman I asked if we could doubledate. A movie at Gaymans place and sure, both Viking and his littlebrother was interested in this.

It struck me late last night that me and Gayman could, awesomely, pretend that we were dating the Salvatore brothers and it hit me. DAMN, Viking looks exactly like Stefan Salvatore and his brother is tall, dark and flirty just like Damon.

The only suckie thing here is that I've got the hots for Damon, not Stefan. with the real ones of course, with the look-alikes it's the opposite. ;)

Yet another Monday

.. and I'm having coffee with the Viking today.



I'm too tired to do anything right now, I'm sitting with my coffee still trying to wake up.

I'll tell you guys more later.
Molly.

Absorbed!

My mind has been totally absorbed by the thought of cruising around the world, I've tried to imagine how it would be and seriously, I believe that no matter how hard I imagine it - it will be more amazing experiencing it.


Of course, I will be homesick but my parents raised me well - Just because something is scary doesn't mean that you should run away from it, though if it's too scary and you do run - we welcome you with open arms. They've always supported me. My mom doesn't really like the cruising idea, especially not when my youngest brother move so far away - she wants us close to her and of course I understand her.


Dad, on the other hand, kept telling me what an experience it would be, how proud he would be of me and he would seriously consider the fact of overcoming his fear of traveling (scared of flying and don't like going on a boat, plus my mom's got claustrophobia) just to come see me on the cruise.


Everytime I came up with a problem dad would corner me.

"I have to better up my English, it's not good enough"
- You're a fast learner.
"I have to leave everything here"
- You will come back.
"I have my boyfriend here" (it was this summer and I was still seeing Mike)
- He told you he never wants to hold you back, you're making excuses. He will also be here when you come back.



And the studying?

I can always start studying when I come home again, it wouldn't really be a problem - actually, working on a cruise feels like a big vacation. I know it's hard work to but seriously, I have no problem with that - I function better when I work hard :)

This is awesome :)

A very tired Tuesday

I've been thinking a lot these couple of days, the salon is getting on it's feet now and I have to think about my next move. Because my customers keep asking me; Are you gonna stay here forever?

Forever is a strong word and a very long time and no, I'm not planning on staying here for longer than a couple of years. Or more exactly, if everything goes along with my plans then I' be out of here to 2012 - hopefully, sooner.

But to do what? I have two roads to go, both of them means leaving home.

1.

Start studying language (Swedish and maybe English), when I'm done with that I'll keep studying at a long-distance school to learn The Art of Writing. After that, I have to do something with my writing but I can't stop working at together so I guess I'd be working at the salon part-time. Move out of my parents home as soon as possible.

2.

A friend of my mothers (who happens to be in my age) called me during the summer. "You wanna go work on a cruise with me?"

What the hell was that kind of question?! Of course I want! But I just couldn't let everything go, not everything that we fought for to get this salon. So I asked if she could wait a year? It's not that long and I promised her I would work so hard that I would be reminded of the cruise everyday.

This cruise is for 9 months and I would be working as a hairdresser, the big YES on the plus side is that I wouldn't be alone - I'd have J there. (My moms friend)

We would be cruising through the Caribbean, South America,  South Africa and Australia. (Can you say awe-some?!)

But J asked if I wanted to try it out at first, maybe go on a different cruise first for only 3 months? In Norway? Of course! That would be superawesome too!

Now I'm all super-excited!

Stomach-twist

.. my stomach is twisting and yeah, I don't really wanna talk about it.
I've picked up playing video-games with F again, it's great when you need to stop thinking - awesome really. And I've also befriended my certain someone on Facebook again. He called me 4.40 and asked what I was doing. 'I'm refining my garden'. No, I didn't say that.

Me: I just sat down by the computer, I'm gonna check my Facebook.
Him: Check mine too, oh wait - You can't!
Me: You really think I care?
Him: Yeah, you do! You miss checking my profile... Not really, but why haven't you sent me a friend-request?
Me: As if you would confirm it..
Him: Yeah, I would. Would you if I sent a friend-request to you?
Me: I think you're the one missing to check my profile since you keep talking about it.
Him: Would you confirm it?
Me: I don't know, why don't you send one and find out?
Him: Okay, wait...

A minute passed and suddenly I got a notif about him wanting to befriend me.

Me: Hm... Should I or should I not? That is the question...
Him: Tomorrow when I wake up, I'll take away so decide quickly. You have til tomorrow morning.
Me: Wait, what? We'll only be friends til the morning? Then what's the point?
Him: No, the friend-request. If you haven't confirmed til the morning then I will take it away.
Me: You're such a weirdo...


I confirmed it, of course. I'm a weak person...

Nightly calls and too many stars to count

"She's dead, after a lifetime of dancing and she is painfully attached to me.
But her smile, an ugly one, makes me think that she is happy.

She rarely does her hair, or even bother with makeup.
But I'm still there for her, even if she looks fucked-up.

Surrounded by a fire of glitter, hearts and stars - she so beautiful to me, much by far.
She skips a piruette, holding a gun and a lollipop.

She's forever, she'll never stop - My beautiful Maribelle"

.. Yes, and my brother told me that he thought I was lame for naming my tattoo. Well, seriously - She needed a name, I can't keep calling her 'the skull on my back'! So, I named her Maribelle. I wrote the poem for her while I was tattooed.

Right now I'm waiting for my oh-so-gay friend to call so we can go eat. I'm gonna order a chicken-kebab!

00.22 Mike called me, telling me that he fell asleep and that he had just woken up. He was suppose to come by last night but I told him that it was no problem, I spent my evening with Gaylord anyways.

At 3.28 I got another call, from my certain someone. You know what he wanted? To tell me that he knew I was lying Saturday-night (yes, I was VERY drunk) when I called to tell him that MY hockey-team had won over his with 8-0.

Yes, I lie when I drink, I'm a very sneaky, drunk person. In reality, his hockey-team had won over mine with 6-2. I didn't even get half the numbers right. The thing is, I knew his team had won - I just wanted to hurt him a little bit.

Let's say bye for now and hope
that you don't meet me when I drunk and super-sneaky.
Molly.

Happy new year!

.. It's a late 'Happy new year' but I'm not really a fan of wishing people 'happy holidays' or 'happy new year'. I'm not a rude person, I just assume that you already know that I don't want your holidays or new year to be crappy.

So, I found myself a new song to love - well, actually a couple songs. Eliza Doolittle is totally awesome, especially Moneybox and Pack up, but I've also fallen in love with Mean Mr. Mustard - Isn't it funny.

I spent most of December hanging out with S and of course, texting with, as I prefer to call him, Asswipe. Who still haven't revenged the chocolate-calender. 

I don't really have much to say, I've had a lot to do on the holidays both with work, writing and hanging out with family and friends.

I actually think this weekend will be filled with adventures,
so how about I write all about it on Monday?
Over and out,
Molly.

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.