<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:05:07.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>where the rain's always warm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-112021462849877188</id><published>2005-07-01T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:43:48.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tchou tchou friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: Homeland - flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm home alone and I'm sick and the apartment's really dirty and there's no food home, except from potatoes in all different kinds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well, since it was so dirty I decided to get up and do some cleaning, but I had a little accident with the vaccumcleaner. when I was cleaning the floors the vaccumcleaner broke and I ended up trying to fix it, but since I'm very bad with those technical things, it didn't go to well. So I just had to try to vaccum the floors with a broken vaccumcleaner. It turned out a disaster and I won't ever clean the floors again, ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Since they opened up the arcade for the season, my addiction to DDR (dance dance revolution) has grown very strong. I dance almost 5 times every day or until I can't manage to move my legs anymore. I can't decide weather it's a good addiction or a bad one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I do some exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I meet new nice people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It costs me alot of money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I ruin all my socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You'll get sweaty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh, well, I guess i'm of to the arcade later on this evening anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but, hey, It's friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img src="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlineghibli.com/panda/i32.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.onlineghibli.com/panda/i32.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;panda, papapanda, kopanda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and I got a mixtape and some candy in the mail today &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-112021462849877188?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/112021462849877188/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=112021462849877188' title='6 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/112021462849877188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/112021462849877188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/07/tchou-tchou-friday.html' title='tchou tchou friday'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111899952165696440</id><published>2005-06-17T11:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:12:01.663+02:00</updated><title type='text'>we are all as crazy as Crazy Rick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: I don't feel like listening to any music, but I'm playing everything I can find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's such a bad thing that I haven't been writing in a while, but I've been in Värmland. To get to Värmland you have to go by train for atleast 6 hours. I went together with some friends to visit another friend (the Dwarf). Okay this is the worst excuse for not writing ever since I only stayed there for about 6 days. But we had some fun, but mostly I just wanted to kill someone. It was lucky for them we had the forest right outside the door so anytime I feelt really angry, I could go away and be angry in the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's nice to be home, but now everyone has gone to Hultsfred for the festival and wont be back in another 3 days. So now my days are all the same. I wake up, take my driving lessons, go to the library and read for some hours and then I go to the arcade to play DDR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh, now I have to bake some cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111899952165696440?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111899952165696440/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111899952165696440' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111899952165696440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111899952165696440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-are-all-as-crazy-as-crazy-rick.html' title='we are all as crazy as Crazy Rick'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111701265668833256</id><published>2005-05-25T11:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:17:36.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: happy happy birthday to me vol. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;current obsessions: my hair (it have grown so long I can do funny things with it and now I need to cut my fringe, yay.), knitting (Im knitting a pink/red striped scarf right now), aprils - twinkle of a star, little stars, shining stars (going on repeat almost all the time) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vecka.nu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.vecka.nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (since I never know what week it is right now, it's 21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111701265668833256?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111701265668833256/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111701265668833256' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111701265668833256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111701265668833256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/05/obsessions.html' title='obsessions'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111623627616872143</id><published>2005-05-16T11:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:38:39.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends in the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: homeland - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='venetian blind'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;" href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&amp;amp;k=venetian%20blind"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;venetian blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (on repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the strenght to write. I still don't really have, but It's coming back. And today Im going to do all the things I haven't done these past weeks and It will be so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work at the library this friday I wen't home to Marcus and we rode our bikes all the way to Ylwa and watched some films (The Ring and The Shining) with her and Mimmi. It was great and since it was the second time I saw both film, I didn't get afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a busy day. First I went to see my grandmother and then I visited my mothers sister. It was such a sunny day so I went to Folkets Park and sat on the lawn and watched the people and the fairway and played Pokémon on the gameboy and when I got tierd of that I tried to learn some more Japanese. Two house later I meet Marcus and Daniel beacurse Marcus had to lend Daniel his shoes (thet're going to appear on Daniel's club Popscene's poster). Then me and Marcus bought icecream and wandered around Möllan. It felt really good and when we walked outside the recordshop Rundgång we noticed alot of people sitting outside and standing inside the shop. As we went to see what was going on we noticed that Dennis Driscoll played some songs there so we stayed and watched and listened. Behind us stood a really nice boy who smiled at us all the time. we smiled back and he smiled even wider. oh, how we love him, but we didn't dare to say hi to him. Afterwards we stalked him and I wish we'll see him again so I could atleast say hi to him.&lt;br /&gt;Every good day should atleast contain a stalking and some good music.&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent the evening in the park.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me, Mimmi and Ylwa had a picknick in the park, but the weather was so grey and it got cold so soon so we hurried inside and had a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Im going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;make a record for Johannes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;make a mixtape for Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;take my driving lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;draw some more (yesterday I found my old drawing diary and started to draw in it again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there are probaby more things I should do, but I don't think I'll manage to finish all the things I already told myself to do today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111623627616872143?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111623627616872143/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111623627616872143' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111623627616872143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111623627616872143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/05/weekends-in-park.html' title='weekends in the park'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111444517874871443</id><published>2005-04-25T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:06:18.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>24h</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: Nixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to listen to Nixon until I die, because I feel so sad and nothing can ever make me happy, not even Nixon and not anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the only thing I can think about clearly is Daniel's 24hour cartoon about the nice boy with the nice sneakers and the bowlingball and the teapot. And mostly I think about the nice girl that says: "We have the same sneakers. Let's change sneakers and If your's fit me, I'll kiss you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111444517874871443?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111444517874871443/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111444517874871443' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111444517874871443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111444517874871443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/04/24h.html' title='24h'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111393116627737919</id><published>2005-04-19T19:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:19:26.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>so much happened today, but Im too much in a hurry to write about them all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: Photobooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"If I wanted to go to Rome by car, would you build a bridge from here to there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got a postcard from my classmates whom all are on a classtrip in Rome, and oh, how I miss them. And I almost wish I was there with them, but thankfully they'll be back home again tomorrow and I won't be so lonely as I feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111393116627737919?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111393116627737919/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111393116627737919' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111393116627737919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111393116627737919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-much-happened-today-but-im-too-much.html' title='so much happened today, but Im too much in a hurry to write about them all'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111382173733445136</id><published>2005-04-18T12:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:59:50.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the highway-bandits will bring you down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: Handsome Train (I want you to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, It's been a while since lats. I'm so sorry. I've been up to so much, well, no I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents went abroad and left me home with the cats, my class also went abroad and left me home since I didn't have the money to join them and I wont pay so much money to spend time with my stupid class. So, I've been home with my cats and I got a visit from stockholm.&lt;br /&gt;The waether has been so nice and we've been riding our bikes all over town and back again, going to the artgallery, taking photographs, taking the train to Copenhagen, playing air-hockey, having a picnic and going to a club called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Understanding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which plays northernsoul, garage rock and pop, at Inkonst. Oh, how I love Inkonst. And I actually danced alot and I'm s proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I've been doing is finishing #3 of our fanzine. It's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not unless round is funny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and is written in swedish, but If you feel like having a copy, just email your adress to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:notunlesroundisfunny@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;notunlesroundisfunny@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. I've also been working at the library and taking my driving lessons and I started to drive on the motorway. Everything nowadays makes me think of the 4th of july spectacular tape. love. tchou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've been thinking alot about is that when I was little my mother used to fool me in a cute sort of way to make me happy, but my father always fooled and fools me in evil ways.&lt;br /&gt;Once when I was about 6 years old, I read that clams could make pearls, so when me and my mother went to the beach one summer day, I brought home a clam with me. I put the clam inside a waterfilled glassjar and waited. I waited and waited and after some weeks I found a pearl inside it and I was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I did never undertsnad that my mother had fooled me, but it doesn't matter now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and one more happy thing is that my polaroidcamera actually works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://files2.helgon.net/Gallery/{0B3/{0B357570-4E58-459F-80BC-7C44CB4A2656}.jpg" /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111382173733445136?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111382173733445136/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111382173733445136' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111382173733445136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111382173733445136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/04/highway-bandits-will-bring-you-down.html' title='the highway-bandits will bring you down'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111220334598735809</id><published>2005-03-30T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:22:25.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: Petty Booka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well, I'm home again and I can't say It's a good thing. I've had such a great time and these are the things I did with johannes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Taking long walks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;drinking tea and eating candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;playing yoshi's island on his super nintendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;trying to make the house go when he was working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;getting lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;finding my way back home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;looking at the animals at skansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;buying records at delicious goldfish records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;watching films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;going to the movie to see "Tale of two sisters" which made me so scared I coulden't hardly sleep for two nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;going to a popclub called Osaka vs Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;listening to music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;baking cinnamonbuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;snuggling in bed almost all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;going to a fleamarket and AJKEJA in Stockholm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I probably forgot everything we did, but I had such a great time and hardly never stopped smiling. I smiled so much, my face hurt a little at the end of the day. Oh, I wish I could have stayed so i wouldn't have to go home. but now I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been wanting a polaroidcamera for a very long time now and I found one in Stockholm. Unfortunately all the photshops closed over easter so I naver had the chance to buy film, but I did yesterday, but I promised myself not to take any pictures until johannes visits me in about two weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and today It's only 13 days left.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111220334598735809?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111220334598735809/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111220334598735809' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111220334598735809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111220334598735809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/03/lets-talk-dirty-in-hawaiian.html' title='Let&apos;s talk dirty in Hawaiian'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111143053328988379</id><published>2005-03-21T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:42:13.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the night I lost my bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: Apricots - swingin'! smilin'! (now: look of love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I haven't done half the things I told myself to do last week. I had the time. I just didn't do it.  But It doesn't matter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last Saturday I went to Kulturbolaget to listen to daniel when he played some records. He managed to get me in free and I was so lucky since I arrived rather early I managed to see Josh Rouse play his last three songs. It was really nice and oh, I felt so happy and It was the best at that particular moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Daniel did play som really good songs and I became so happy when he played A boy named Thor - Wink that eye since I've been listening to that song so much this past week it's almost unhealthy. On my way back home I managed to forget where I had left my bike so I wandered around alone in town 03.30 in the middle of the night looking for my lost bike. Then I found her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tomorrow Im taking the train to Stockholm and it's &lt;strong&gt;really really&lt;/strong&gt; nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111143053328988379?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111143053328988379/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111143053328988379' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111143053328988379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111143053328988379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/03/night-i-lost-my-bike.html' title='the night I lost my bike'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111088683728662140</id><published>2005-03-15T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T12:40:37.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, run, come save me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: Brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh, It's such a long time since I wrote last. I've been having a lot to do and I still have, but somehow I don't need to go to school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;things I've been doing the past week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Been on a exhibition in Copenhagen where two of my paintings is on display&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Practising Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Taking a test in Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Working on the fanzine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trying to make a mixrecord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trying to make a mixtape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Studying in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Recording some of my songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things I'm doing now and will be doing this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hopefully finish a fanzine I started making yesterday about a little monkey called SickMonkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Work at the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take a test in Swedish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take a test in religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finish the mixrecord and tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Work on the fanzine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take my drivinglesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Work even more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have a cup of tea with Ylwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pack my things and take the train to Stockholm (tuesday next week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, I think this week will kill me since last week didn't. I wish someone could come save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111088683728662140?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111088683728662140/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111088683728662140' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111088683728662140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111088683728662140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-run-come-save-me.html' title='Oh, run, come save me!'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111021991187934587</id><published>2005-03-07T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:25:11.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>all I want to do is ride my bike</title><content type='html'>music: Aberdeen - Cities and buses (on repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from school, the sun came out and started to melt all the snow away and I realised how happy I felt.&lt;br /&gt;The first monday in the month flyalarm went off and tried to drown the music in my head (Aberdeen - Cities and buses), but failed. And the sun shined and everything before my eyes became white.&lt;br /&gt;As the music slowly died away, so did the magic even though I tried to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;I rode my bike through the puddles of water created from the snow the sun melted and watched the tierd making black wet prints on the dry ground on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what people call "being captured by a moment".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111021991187934587?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111021991187934587/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111021991187934587' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111021991187934587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111021991187934587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-i-want-to-do-is-ride-my-bike.html' title='all I want to do is ride my bike'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-111003899420795408</id><published>2005-03-05T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T17:09:54.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want out of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was really happy yesterday, but when I went to bed it seemed like everything fell apart for me. I felt so unhappy all of a sudden and I wouldn't go away no matter how I tried. I wish I could have cired so much that it all disapered, but I couldn't even do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things I want out of love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lots of kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dancing to cute music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pancakes for breakfast every sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;long conversations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;snuggling all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nights listening to music until dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;taking walks in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;snowball fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;playing in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;writing groserylists (how do you spell that? inköplistor) together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;making mixtapes together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;drawing together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;unplanned journeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;taking photographs together (photobooth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;playing all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cute letters when you haven't been seeing eachother for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tiny things like notes on the table when you wake up every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(and probaby much more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-111003899420795408?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/111003899420795408/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=111003899420795408' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111003899420795408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/111003899420795408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/03/things-i-want-out-of-love.html' title='Things I want out of love'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110996744991340843</id><published>2005-03-04T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:17:29.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AJKEJA by night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: no music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this week my computer have crashed two times. Just when I thought everything was alright again, It happened. Im never going to be able to trust my computer again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's been a really stressful week. Loads of things to do and I feel that I might have been taking some of it out on my friends, well Im sorry for that (I'll make it up to you somehow). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well, atlest something good happened this week, the paintings I sended to Copenhagen got accepted and next wednesday Im going to Copenhagen om a exhibition. Something that really cheered me up was the two letters I recieved yesterday. one from Johannes, including the sweetest drawing ever and a star made of beads. The other one from Raoul (popgun) including such a nice letter and a great tape with poison control center! I feel loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;today after school and work at the library, I, Anna and Marcus took the bus to IKEA (AJEKEJA) and spent the evening testing beds and eating candy, watching that 70's show on a television in one of the arranged livingrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The snow's still around and my feet are freezing and It's friday and im home and doing nothing. i guess I'll go play my guitar or do something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I still want the best mixtape/record ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110996744991340843?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110996744991340843/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110996744991340843' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110996744991340843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110996744991340843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/03/ajkeja-by-night.html' title='AJKEJA by night'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110961324208238536</id><published>2005-02-28T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:54:02.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I got carried away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: Three Berry Icecreams (It's funny how love can be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It started to snow again and the ground is all white and powdery. It looks so nice, but I Im feeling abit ill again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things I love about snow days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The world beacomes isolated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Snowball fun is the best kind of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's fun to play in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It feels so good to come inside and have a cup of tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there are so many good songs about snow days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You don't have to go out and preserve the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Filmnights is nicer when you cuddle up in the sofa with blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;winterpicnic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110961324208238536?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110961324208238536/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110961324208238536' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110961324208238536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110961324208238536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-got-carried-away.html' title='I got carried away'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110950544869843313</id><published>2005-02-27T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:03:56.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, headlines</title><content type='html'>music: the frank and walters (and powerpuff girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday I couldn't decide what to do or how to spend my evening. would I go out and have fun or stay home and continue to feel bad about myself? well, I had a hard time deciding, but I went out anyway and Im glad i did. &lt;br /&gt;Daniel playd so many good songs I have given to him on mixrecords. And I became so happy when he played Lonely summer days by A boy named Thor. Oh, I love Jason (a boy named thor).&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great night and tomorrow school's starting again and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the best mixrecord/tape ever. Why can't I get what I want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110950544869843313?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110950544869843313/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110950544869843313' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110950544869843313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110950544869843313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-headlines.html' title='oh, headlines'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110932871960326158</id><published>2005-02-25T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:53:49.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>don't forget about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;music: sugar cookie - banana yes banana no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think everyone's starting to forget about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110932871960326158?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110932871960326158/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110932871960326158' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110932871960326158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110932871960326158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-forget-about-me.html' title='don&apos;t forget about me'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110863059662881773</id><published>2005-02-17T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T09:56:36.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the books she couldn't write</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;music: funday mornings on my taperecorder "belle". now: three days in july&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For the first time in my life Im not worried about my drivinglesson. I don't care beacurse you'll be coming today and visit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110863059662881773?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110863059662881773/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110863059662881773' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110863059662881773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110863059662881773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-books-she-couldnt-write.html' title='Oh, the books she couldn&apos;t write'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110849165737439235</id><published>2005-02-15T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:22:44.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>band aid child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;music: All girl summer fun band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was little I always wanted to tripp or fall so I would hurt myself just a little bit. I just wanted it to bled a little so I would have something to show the other children at school. But I never fell and hurt myself so I stated to try to fall and hurt myself on purpose so I would get a nice bandaid. My mum did always see what I tried to do from the window so when I came in pretending to cry, she smiled and put on a nice band aid with tiny figures on them for me so I would get happy. Then I could go to school and show everyone (If I dared). I don't really think I ever dared to show them. I probably just sat alone in a corner of the schoolyard and making up little stories for myself where I was the bravest ever and showed everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110849165737439235?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110849165737439235/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110849165737439235' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110849165737439235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110849165737439235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/band-aid-child.html' title='band aid child'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110840792996823628</id><published>2005-02-14T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:05:29.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>we lost springtime under all the snow I wished for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;music: 4th of july spectaular! (a compilation tape from popgun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been snowing for three days now.  Not only snowing, storming too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last friday I wished that I lived somewhere where it snowed everyday at christmas. But since it never snowed at christmas, I guess the weather had to make it up to me. It's hard to ride my bike to school and my feet get wet and frozen, but it's so nice and I wish that someone would come and make a snowman with me. (or rather a snowhippo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;teliphone me now and say hi or send me a loveletter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110840792996823628?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110840792996823628/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110840792996823628' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110840792996823628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110840792996823628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-lost-springtime-under-all-snow-i.html' title='we lost springtime under all the snow I wished for'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110794044433238066</id><published>2005-02-09T10:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T10:14:04.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fun, happy, go chu-chu</title><content type='html'>music: songs with the word: (love) in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick again and I can't breathe. Yesterday I forced Anna and marcus to go with me on a concert, Le Bombe and Sandy Mouche. They described Le Bombe something like; The brightest new star on the sky. It was the worst ever and I feel so bad about laughing the whole show through. marcus sat in his dark emo-corner and rocked back and forth laughing. Atleast I liked Sandy Mouche abit. It must have been two years since I saw them last. Abit boring though.&lt;br /&gt;They selled cinnamonbuns and tea. It was nice and there was alot of people that I've never seen before in my whole life. I though I'd recognise everyone by now. I guess I was wrong. (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110794044433238066?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110794044433238066/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110794044433238066' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110794044433238066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110794044433238066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/fun-happy-go-chu-chu.html' title='fun, happy, go chu-chu'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110763812010998324</id><published>2005-02-05T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:15:20.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10.000 misspellings i a glasjar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been invited to paticipate in an art exhibition i Copenhagen this spring with two of my paintings. It's not sure that I'll be choosen, but I hope so. Everyone is chering me up and keep telling me that it'll go fine, but Im not so sure. Maybe it's because I don't really like the pieces I sended. They are really awful and Im not good enough for something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, Im so tierd and I just noticed that I'd done 10.000 misspellings and still does and I also noticed that I get awfully hateful when Im sick. my throath hurts. I wish someone could come and take care of me and be really nice to me and say nice things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;things I want:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;a cup of strawberry/vanilla tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;a warm blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;a mixtape with "music that chases colds away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;someone that takes care of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;someone to play a boardgame with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;a drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;all sort of things inside glasjars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110763812010998324?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110763812010998324/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110763812010998324' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110763812010998324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110763812010998324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/10000-misspellings-i-glasjar.html' title='10.000 misspellings i a glasjar'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110736810028411461</id><published>2005-02-02T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:15:00.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I fall in love with everyone</title><content type='html'>music: a boy named thor - lonely summer days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I manage to fall in love with every other person who stays and talk with me. Not that it happens all the time, but sometimes it actually does. And they look so nice and say so funny things and I fall in love. And I think that if they started to talk to me without anyone forcing them, they must really think that Im cute. But they don't. I have to give up on these thoughts and realise that people don't like me back and that I have to stop falling in love with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110736810028411461?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110736810028411461/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110736810028411461' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110736810028411461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110736810028411461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-fall-in-love-with-everyone.html' title='I fall in love with everyone'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110717160789202295</id><published>2005-01-31T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T12:40:07.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I do </title><content type='html'>I always do and say such stupid things and make the people I love sad and eventually they start to hate me. And I hate it when people start to hate me when I love them. I should stop doing stupid things so that they won't hate me and so we could all be so very happy and glad and love eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110717160789202295?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110717160789202295/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110717160789202295' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110717160789202295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110717160789202295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-i-do.html' title='The things I do '/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110699828654134546</id><published>2005-01-29T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:31:26.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's not what it seem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't really know what I'm doing, but I feel like catching the next train out of here. and the weather is so sunny and bright and Im amazed that the springflowers are blooming already. It's all wrong. all the snow will melt away and I wish my cassettes from popgun will arrive soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110699828654134546?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110699828654134546/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110699828654134546' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110699828654134546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110699828654134546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/01/everythings-not-what-it-seem.html' title='everything&apos;s not what it seem'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110684641534119665</id><published>2005-01-27T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T18:20:15.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite leftover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So the most underestimated thing right now must be leftover chocolate-santa clauses. They are the best thing about this season and they are so fun. The taste and most of all, the wrapping foil painted like santa. When you've eaten half, you can make it look like you haven't touched the santa. oh, It's so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;seasonal leftover santa cherrios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110684641534119665?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110684641534119665/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110684641534119665' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110684641534119665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110684641534119665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-favourite-leftover.html' title='my favourite leftover'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110667357688374433</id><published>2005-01-25T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:19:36.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>librarians know everything (why don't I?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;so I have started to wake up 5 in the morning everyday. It's annoying since I can't go back to sleep again.  But I guess it was okay today since I only had one lesson, but I had to stay at school and reprint some new copies of number two of our fanzine and then I had to wait even more since I had to work today. I had to help a cute old lady with one of the computers at the library when I stod putting up books at the N-shelves. I actually learned where to find the K-shelves today.  I have been afraid to ask my boss where it was (on case she would think I was really stupid)  so I looked around until I found it and It felt really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess Im not entierly stupid after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110667357688374433?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110667357688374433/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110667357688374433' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110667357688374433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110667357688374433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/01/librarians-know-everything-why-dont-i.html' title='librarians know everything (why don&apos;t I?)'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10370122.post-110659257319092982</id><published>2005-01-24T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T19:49:33.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I was 4 years old I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up and I answered: bunny. But since I realised that I can't be a bunny I guess I have to do something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;things I want to do when I grow up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;become a drummer in a hardcore-band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;become a pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;have a really nice recordstore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;have the nicest book/music café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;learn how to sing and record my own songs (when I have learned to write good ones) and make the best demo ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;make the ultimate mixtape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;marry jason (a boy names thor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I guess I have to many plans since I probably won't ever grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10370122-110659257319092982?l=snowballfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/feeds/110659257319092982/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10370122&amp;postID=110659257319092982' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110659257319092982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10370122/posts/default/110659257319092982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballfun.blogspot.com/2005/01/bunny.html' title='bunny'/><author><name>morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05428367884680569669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://racoon.spray.se/pic/images/2562574.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
