Wanna hear a somewhat awesome story?

                                                                                                           03.february 2014

It's from last summer. And I didn't think that much of it then, but my mother keeps retelling it to people so it occured to me that maybe I should tell it to people too. It is, after all, kinda cool.

In the summer my neighbor's dog managed to break free from her leash and chase my cat. Said neighbor chased the dog at once and stopped her before any damage was done, but my cat zoomed off like a rocket and we couldn't find him anywhere. I looked for him around the house, through different neighbors's gardens, up and down the street, and I started to get really worried and frustrated.

After a while I just stood at our terrace and called for him, almost ready to give up.
Right then, this common magpie lands at a birch-branch right next to me. And I mean right next to me, I could almost touch him. And I was like "well, hello old neighbor, you're awefully intimate today, what gives?"

Now I've always thought of the common magpie as a fairly dull bird. But I read somewhere that they can get over 10 years old and that they are intelligent enough to recognize themselves in a mirror (wich makes them, not only the most intelligent species of birds, but one of the world's most intelligent animals). They also, apparently, have a very strong family bond. And I realize that the bird I found in my company must have grown up alongside my 13 year old cat and that this bird's parents must have been the ones chasing my cat across the lawn when he, as a young'un, had been raiding their nest.
Anyways, this bird flyes up and sits down on a telephone line outside our garden.
And he waits until, it seems, he's certain my eyes have followed him.

He then flyes up again and this time lands in a tree next to my neighbor's garage. A tree that also contains my, still terrified, cat. It took us an hour, but my brother and I managed to lure our cat down with some tuna and he's now living happily ever after. Hopefully; so is the gentleman magpie.

True story.

The bling method

                                                                                                                               14. december 2013

Some years ago a classmate spotted my lunchbox. The one shaped like Hello Kitty's head.
this one:

 There I was, 20-something years old with a Hello Kitty-lunchbox, a pen featuring Little My and stockings with colorful ornaments.
My classmate proclaimed loudly that there were two methods for dealing with reality and it's grayness and blahness. The first one included ignoring it and otherwise trying to escape. The second one he called the Bling Method. This method works by surrounding yourself with lovely objects to cheer you up and make things seem lighter. And I was apparently nailing this method.

I think he ment it to be a humorous comment as well as a compliment on my lunchbox (he is that type), but it really stuck to me. And I think he was right. I think there are more than two ways of dealing with life, but I definitly think the Bling Method is one of them. And I seriously think I'm nailing it.

When I choose bling to work my magic, however, it can't just be any lovely object. It has to bear some meaning. Like the ring my mother gave me when I was younger. She said it was a magic ring and if I wore it I wouldn't be so scared when I tryed to ride the bike. And it worked! (I was really slow at learning to ride it, 'cause I was so scared of falling) I still keep that ring. And to really work, it has to be things like that.

Some people read bibleverses, I carry stuff with me.
(I don't really use that ring anymore, it does no longer fit my finger, but it's a good example for explaining what kind of stuff I use as talismans, if you wanna call it that.)

Also. When I'm stressed I make rituals for myself. So that when I feel like I'm loosing control I can pretend I'm in control by making tea in my tea-dedicated cup, and sit at my tea-dedicated sitting place and drink tea the way tea is supposed to be drunk.

Lately I've been kind of tense. And things have been feeling out of my control. And sometimes when old rituals wont do the trick you have to make new ones. And even though I have a cup dedicated for feel-better-and-in-control-tea, I didn't have one for This-too-shall-pass-coffee.
But
I did.
On my shelf there was a cup I got as a present many years ago. I used to keep spare change in it because I was afraid it would break if I put it in our overloaded cupboard. It has "number 1" written on it and is bought at a well renowned ceramic studio in Finland. My friend gave it to me and said I could choose what I wanted to be number 1 of.

Gifts are the perfect talismans because they carry with them the care of the giver. My friend found this cup and thought of me. And I know that when I hold the cup.

And I hope my friends know this and know how much they matter.

I want you to know that when I feel down I wear that cool Legend of Zelda braclet I got for christmas that year.
I want you to know that when I'm nervous I wear my sweet Night Fury you got costum made for me.
I want you to know that I still keep that colorful beaded braclet you made for my birthday when we were 13 years old.
I want you to know that the toy tiger we bought together with your toy unicorn still sits on my bed every night.
I want you to know that when I'm feeling defeated I escape into a book, using the dragonfly bookmark you stitched for me.
I want you to know that it warms my heart every time I light tealights in the green tealight holders you bought for me as a thank you when you were young and scared.


For I am the number 1 bling magician.




 and speaking of such.
Here's a song by Placebo.

I like the face you make~

I think I will begin pretending I am a princess

I think I understand now why I love Frances Hodgson Burnett so.
I think I like how her books agrees with my own beliefs about magic.

I believe that magic exists. In our world, in this so called reality.
Only that it's so ordinary that we don't really see it.
Magic isn't shiny sparks turning people into frogs, making pigs fly or any other nature-defying tricks. Magic is your own personal accomplishments. Magic is all the changes. Magic is all the little coincidences. Magic is the strength to turn yourself around. Magic is the way you make someone else feel better.

You know what it's like to stand outside a winter morning freezing your toes off waiting for the next train. How thinking of something warm or fun will make you feel better? It's really hard, but a clever mind can do it.
And that is magic.

Both "The Secret Garden" and "A Little Princess" really are the most adorable books.
I wish for "Little Lord Fauntleroy" for Christmas...

["'I've often thought,' said Sara, in her reflecting voice, 'that I should like to be a princess; I wonder what it feels like. I believe I will begin pretending I am one.'" - A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett]

Oh my twitchy witchy girl~

So. This morning was just weird. When I finally found my way out of my warm cozy covers and my warm cozy purring cat I couldn't find my stockings. and I couldn't find my socks. And I couldn't find the shirt I wanted to wear. And I couldn't find my water bottle. And after searching and finally finding everything the time was I'll-miss-the-train'o clock, but I went anyways, 'cause then my mam will see that I tried and I wont get her pointless speech.  But I decided it didn't matter, I could eat my breakfast at the station (I always pack it with me, 'cause it takes an hour or two for me to get hungry so I'm never ready for breakfast until I've left home) and take it easy. Today's class isn't really a hard one, so I'll catch up in no time. And I've been to ALL the other ones so far. So I sat there waiting for the next train, but then I decided that this was a silly day not worth the trouble. So I went home and baked cookies instead.

I can make cookies with oat and honey. They're really tasty. ^.^

Would I make a good mam or what? With cookies and band aids and I don't know.

(Not to worry, there's no baby-plans yet, I'm just imagining the future because it's fun)

["Oh my twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice. I give you bowls of porridge and I give bowls of ice cream. I give you lots of kisses and I give you lots of hugs, but I never give you sandwiches with bugs in."- Coraline by Neil Gaiman]

You said you'd lend me anything, I think I'll have your company

Happy Birthday, Mam.

It's time for school again. With (one of) the same subject(s) I started last year. Only this time I'm gonna make it. And I'm gonna make it good! I'll do great.

I'm convinced that I'll do fine this time. I'm more prepared and I'm more enthusiastic.
And it's not just me. I counted six others from my original class. Tah. In a maybe malevolent way that makes me real happy and more at peace with my own "failure".

And this year school will be so much better. So many of my friends will be close by and I feel like I got this safety net around me, knowing they're just around the corner.
I got Tink just a short subway-trip away and Vilje just across the street.

And Boyfriend is just across the street too. I even saw him today. Made the whole "first day"-thing much less tense.

And I got my loyal classmate. We planned our own tiny study-group already. Both ready to study hard and actually reach the finish line this time.

I'll do fine.

oh! And I has job!
The local library wants me to help out every fourth Saturday and maybe on special occasions.
I take that as a huge compliment.

Everything will work out fine. It will work out. It will work out.
I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.

["You said you'd lend me anything, I think I'll have your company" - "Paris" by Kate Nash]

The first butterfly of Summer 2010

Was bright yellow almost white~

^.^