nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do

Hi! I went to the hospital today because I had an appointment at the blood donation place. I didn't give blood this time, as I'm both a bit under the minimum weight limit and I've had a little cold. The lady gave me new supplies of iron tablets, which is yuck, but also a good thing to take regardless if you donate blood. And then she told me to pick out a gift as a thank you for attending my appointment, at which I answered "but, that's not necessary". But she went ahead to show me the way to the shelf of gifts to those who gives blood. And holy crap, it's not like they're giving out buttons with their logo-- no, they're giving out wine glasses, and other nice things. I picked out this cup to give to my nephew, because it honestly felt like stealing. Like accepting something undeserved. But I can understand why they're giving out gifts like that-- we need more people to donate blood, it's actually a bit ridiculous. We're so many human beings in this world, so it should add up, but you know. There's not enough clinics, or there's just not enough awareness. Anyway, my brother went home a few hours ago, and I've been sat downstairs in the living room doing school work. With the sound of window frames being fitted as my music. How lovely. Not-- I think my ears have suffered some damage. Anyway, it's really nice, because I finally feel like I've been somewhat productive. The last few days have been spent lazing around, which, I suppose is alright since it's been the weekend. But still, I wish I'd spent the days a bit more wisely. And well, it turns out that all I did was in fact in vain. So now I've started from scratch again. Oh well. I cried myself to sleep last night because of a fan fiction. Death played a big role in it, and well, I've never really thought about One Direction dying. And it is entirely possible-- I mean, they travel every day. What's the statistics for car crashes? But wow, I hope it never happens. I've had a bit of a quarrel with my mum a few days ago. Not something too big, but something that's made a bit of a tension between us. It's a bit ridiculous, but I find myself so aggravated with her all the time. Which means I should probably try to distance myself from her a bit. Oh by the way, I watched the last Twilight movie at Oyster's, and I can see why they say it's made for the fans now. If this was a stand-alone movie, it would most definitely suck. I'm going to eat now, because I'm starving and I haven't eaten since forever. 

I can't get over you, you left your mark on me

Well hello lovely people! I think I'm currently a bit high on life, because I can't stop grinning. Maybe it's just that I'm listening to Supersoaker by Kings of Leon on BBC Radio breakfast show with Mr. Grimshaw. Or it might be because my windows are finally done. And because my sister gifted me One Direction pencils last weekend. Or it might be because I'm reading a really nice fan fiction. Or it might be the prospect of actually wearing nail varnish for the first time in ages. I'm going to paint my nails later- after I've taken a shower. Yesterday I was a bit productive, but I'm still waiting for the green light from my teacher, so any progress I'm making, is possibly something I'll have to delete. After that I went to the mall to meet Oyster and her younger sister. Just before though, I think I was caught up in some deep thoughts, because I had the sudden thought "pictures can't capture memories, but they can remind you of them". So obviously I did a little illustration. We ate at Burger King, which I only seem to do whenever I meet Oyster. And every time it's so delicious. Except this time, it was actually not so delicious-- rather disappointing. And I exclaimed that it's probably a good thing, as I can probably try stop eating burgers at Burger King now. On the way to Oyster I decided to roll down a hill of grass. It started out as a joke with Oyster's younger sister, in which we were sarcastically saying we we're going to roll down the hill. But then we went "but seriously, we should do it". Oyster's sister chickened out, which, truthfully wasn't that big of a surprise. Apologies Oyster, but you lot are known to be a bit wimpy. But yes, I rolled down that hill, and I didn't see a thing, because I was too busy trying to avoid grass in my mouth. And it was delightful despite the 20 seconds after of which I was so dizzy. Oh you know-- yolo, live while we're young, whatever makes you happy. Also, in the moments of rolling down the lovely grass hill, on which I hummed songs from "Sound of Music", I sort of realised what my friends meant when they said I was spontaneous. Ooooh, and once I got to Oyster I got to taste some sort of spinach dish. You see, I've been on a long search of some spinach dish I got to taste at my neighbors when I was about 7-9? I'm not quite sure, but all I know is that I used to walk to school with my neighbor, and I'd always get breakfast, which was some sort of spinach dish. And well, obviously I loved it, which is why I've been searching for it all these 11-13 years. And I'm pretty sure the dish I ate at Oyster's yesterday was indeed the spinach dish I've been searching for. So, yay! Finally. Now I'll only have to beg Oyster's parents to make me some. Or, you know, just try making it myself. Because Oyster is currently studying to become a dietitian(?), she'll come with tips and whatnot. And it's really great. I learned the most interesting fact about choosing bread yesterday. My mum told me today that my sister is actually celebrating Christmas over here. That's my oldest sister with my nephew. And I'm currently trying to figure out how we'll have space for everyone. Today I'm going to continue on my paper, despite it might have been for nothing. But for right now I'm going to finish that fan fiction. Before I go, you should give Pia Mia's cover of Hold On We're Going Home a listen. It's really nice. Have a nice Sunday! 

it's hard to do these things alone, just hold on we're going home

Guess who came walking through our front door? My broseph, who I'm pretty sure was here like three weeks ago? My sister who was here last weekend, actually asked about whether he had been here. It's a bit stupid time to come for a visit, as they are still doing our windows, but family is family. He'll just have to sleep in the basement. I've been somewhat productive today. I just have a bit of a problem with my current paper-- just need the green light from my teacher before I can continue. Which, I hope will be soon. On the way home from school tonight I watched Conor Maynard's new Youtube video, and oh how lovely. I love his covers. Especially if it's a cover of Drake. I've also spent the entire day listening to Joseph Somo's covers of Drake, The Weeknd, Mario, Frank Ocean, etc. So chill. It's like tea for my ears. That's the only metaphor I can compare it to. I think I'm spending tomorrow with Oyster, and then the next days I'll have to spend on finishing my paper. Or else I'll be really stressed. But for now, I'm going to fix my calendar on my phone, and my planner. Bon nuit xx.

adventure is out there

Just finished watching Up for the very first time. My sister has been nagging me to watch it, and it's been on my list to watch. I've however not taken time to watch it before now. And it suits me perfectly now, to be honest. As I spend a lot of time with elderly people, this sort of gave me an insight. But yes, it was absolutely wonderful, and I cried tons. And I reckon my face is probably stained with mascara everywhere. I also cackled quite a lot. You can say it's a sort of roller coaster movie when it comes to feelings. I love the movie, because it has so many nice messages. Like, things won't always go as planned, but don't worry-- everything will be fine in the end. I find that with travels, that is one of the most exciting things. You can never really know what to expect, because in the end, the picture you have in your head won't be the same as reality. And most of the times you experience something that you'll remember forever. Oh, I just remembered a line that struck me, and probably loads of more people: "That might sound boring, but I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most". Yes, clever little boy-- or you know, the writers. We do "boring" stuff all the time, but that's our lives, and we must tread careful upon calling it boring. If you really think of it, it's quite amazing. Sometimes I find myself in thinking that birth is the most unnatural thing I've ever known. Why should human beings carry a foster inside themselves? It's actually quite odd if you think of it. If that's possible, everything should be possible. But that's me. Go listen to "Married Life" from the Up soundtrack. It's lovely. 

will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul

Sometimes in life, things have to be bad before they get good. It sounds illogical, but it's the truth. The only good example I have, is diseases. In order to cure a disease, sometimes you have to make your body worse before you can cure it. I'm currently sat in my dark bedroom, where the only light source is my vanilla scented candle. It's probably horrible for my eyes, but it's so cozy. Today has been a really good day. I've been independent on my "praksis" the last few days, and it's actually really enjoyable. It's surprised me how much I enjoy this "praksis", and how much I enjoy talking with elderly people. Also, it's always nice to see all the different interior. Today I was at a person who's not that old, and has an impeccable interior style in my opinion. Totally looked like an interior magazine. Hands down, it really did. Rather than "praksis", I've just been slouching on the couch, and then I went for a nap, in which I managed to smash a fly on my face. That's-- lovely. In other words, I've not been productive at all. Tomorrow, however, I am going to be productive. Yes (oh god, I hope I will. Or else I'm going to be depressed about my progress). Except if I'm meeting up with Oyster tomorrow? Tonight I might enjoy myself with a film. And some tea and the moon. Because I don't have any curtains at the moment, I don't really like being inside my bedroom at nights, because it feels like everyone else can look inside. And yeah, my bedroom faces the road just outside, so. But the upside is that I can shut off all the lights and watch the moon. Right now I'm trying to watch the Youtube videos I've not yet watched. Oh, I just remembered, in my conversation with my old neighbor last night, we started talking about the television show "The Ward". I just found that a bit hilarious. Also, Kiwi is the only one who wants to attend the Kodaline in December, which I already suspected, as I know Sugar and my belieber friend don't know who they are. I've not asked anyone else, but I'm pretty sure no one else wants to tag along. Perhaps Marble? Who knows? It's the kind of thing you can't really know for sure. I can't say that I don't like a genre, or an artist, or anything really, before I listen to a song. And that's something too-- I might not like an artist overall, but I can still find a song or two of them, which I love. Right, want to say sleep tight, but it's only 8:30 pm. But it feels like midnight to me.