APPA PLUSH

I WOULD LIKE ONE OF THESE, PLEASE...like, uhm NOW!!!!!! O.o

Julesanger, marsipandypping og lufthockey.

Hører på TineThing Helseth som spiller denne på trumpet, og jeg blir nærmest religiøs, som mesteparten av god musikk har en tendens til å gjøre med meg.

Mitt hjerte alltid vankar

Mitt hjerte alltid vanker

i Jesu føderom,

der samles mine tanker

som i sin hovedsum.

Der er min lengsel hjemme,

der har min tro sin skatt;

jeg kan deg aldri glemme

velsignet julenatt!

Akk, kom jeg opp vil lukke

mitt hjerte og mitt sinn

og full av lengsel sukke:

Kom, Jesus, dog herinn!

Det er ei fremmed bolig,

du har den selv jo kjøpt,

så skal du blive trolig

her i mitt hjerte svøpt.

Jeg gjerne palemgrene

vil om din krybbe strø,

for deg, for deg alene

jeg leve vil og dø.

Kom, la min sjel dog finne

sin rette gledes stund,

at du er født herinne

i hjertets dype grunn.

Mia "vekte" meg i morges, hu kom med froskeluene Jorid har laget til oss :D de er kjempefine, hun skal få en monsterklem av meg når jeg ser henne.

Vi dro senere ned i byen, hvor vi traff Jørgen og Sylvi. Lufthockey på bowlingen ble det flere omganger av. Jeg så Magnus og Joakim (med småbrødre). Det var nærmest en lettelse å se Magnus igjen, å vite at vi er okei.

I sjutiden hentet mamma meg, og jeg rullet ut resten av marsipanen. Sjokoladefingre, nam nam :P

Good Mood ^^

Coz everybody is Kung Fu Fighting
Your mind becomes fast as lightning
Although the future is a little bit fright'ning
It's the book of your life that you're writing

You're a diamond in the rough
A brilliant ball play
You could be a work of art
If you just go all the way
Now what would it take to break
I believe that you can bend
Not only do you have to fight
But you have gotta win

Coz everybody is Kung Fu Fighting
Your mind becomes fast as lightning
Although the future is a little bit fright'ning
It's the book of your life that you're writing

Oooooouuhhh

You are a natural
Why is it so hard to see
Maybe it's just because
You keep on looking at me
The journey's a lonely one
So much more than we know
But sometimes you've got to go
Go on and be your own hero

Coz everybody is Kung Fu Fighting
Your mind becomes fast as lightning
Although the future is a little bit fright'ning
It's the book of your life that you're writing

Coz everybody is Kung Fu Fighting
Your mind becomes fast as lightning
Although the future is a little bit fright'ning
It's the book of your life that you're writing

You're a diamond in the rough
A brilliant ball play
You could be a work of art
If you just go all the way
Now what would it take to break
I believe that you can bend
Not only do you have to fight
But you have gotta win

Coz everybody is Kung Fu Fighting
Your mind becomes fast as lightning
Although the future is a little bit fright'ning
It's the book of your life that you're writing...

Notes from a stressful week

How irritating. Everytime I hear a dark voice with a touch of accent, I think of him. Why, I wonder, is he buried so deep in my soul? What in my celestial being did he move? It's downright rude! To be so close to my secret self, despite of everything he's done.
Furthermore, why do I only remember him? Maggiore I can forgive. Frater I can forget, but why does he linger? Why do they all linger? Have I not made my peace with them? Did I leave a crack open at my door allowing their sap to flow continously?

How sure I was that it was all over, that I never had to see him again. Heavens, how irritating. Furiating, really. Except I won't allow myself to have such an emotional convulsion. Not for his idiocracy, anyway. I never fully approved his way of life, not then, not now. However, there was, I believe, a time when I thought there was good in him. He refused my reason. He claimed I never believed anything of the sort. Thickheaded, that's my reply.

He looks older everytime I see him, although it's been a long while now, thank goodness. Out of curiosity, I sometimes wonder what the devil he has done to make his face so worn, his manner so undiginfied. I don't see what I would do with such intelligence. I do not have the power to make him see reason. I really don't see why I want to know. Curiosity, I guess. Poor cat. Perhaps ignorance is bliss, or content, at least.