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The memory on my recorder was almost all filled up after three weeks of not having enough time to both read for school and watching stuff I like on TV.

I have now deleted a whole bunch of stuff, and I`m left with 9 episodes of Criminal Minds10 episodes of Castle, 9 movies (including Indiana Jones and HP 3 & 4), and 32 hours cleared for new recordings.  Indeed, I had to watch quite a lot of Cold Case episodes yesterday.  And a lot of CSI: Miami just now, too.

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A very good morning to everyone!  I have no idea what time it is anywhere in the world, but it’s closing in on 2am here and I am in awe of how much less tired I feel than I did 16 hours ago in school (I`ve been up since 7am today and did a LOT of really hard work this afternoon), and how backwards that should have been.  That’s not to say I`m not tired now, I feel like sleeping for a week at least!  But back in school, I could barely keep my eyes open.  It’s a good thing I use a recorder, because I don’t remember much.

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Good morning.

Good night.

I adore all of you.

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Show Death your middle-finger
Walk past corpses and onslaughts
And show the whole wide world our
full-filling  inner thoughts.
But the tickets into Heaven
were sold-out all the same 
And the price for alteration
To be élite in name
Was that we became the others
We were like the others
We were like the others

And we won’t get any further,
We’re back at the start;
But nobody will mourn us,
We’ve played out our part.
We forget the whole damn business,
It doesn’t mean a thing!
We should have gotten further,
But we were shortcoming;
We were like the others
We were like the others
We were like the others

– Kent, Dom Andra

This is what happens when I try translating songs from Swedish into English, whilst still trying to rhyme and keep the original meaning at the same time.

‘Tis not easy!  But good fun.

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My room is currently split into two personalities (which is something that usually happens only inside my head).  One half is all black & white and minimalistic and looks like it came out of a boring magazine my mum would like, while the other half is a color-clash of a messy bed surrounded with 20 big banana boxes filled with stuff that my dad delivered on Friday.

I have made myself a bed-fort of boxes.  It is UGLY and yet glorious.

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Blank surfaces tend to end up either colorated or covered in posters, but since I don’t know how long I`m going to live here, I haven’t put up much of any such decoration at all.  As soon as my giant posters arrive, the room will be less white.  But it’s still much more empty than what I usually end up with.  For example, there’s not a single bookcase in this whole place!  That probably accounts for half the colors I usually surround myself with, right there.

No wonder my room feels like a blank piece of paper, when I haven’t even been given my best colors books to work with!

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