eachdaycountshere

You got to give a little more than you take
You got to leave a little more than what's here
You may be frightful of the strifes you will meet
But keep one thing clear
You're just a player in a much bigger plan
And still you got to give it all that you can
The very measure of your soul is at stake
You got to give a little more than you take

Yesterday was my lucky day. After a day of walking around in all the small streets of Brighton by myself, (I was hunting a cheap guitar, that is harder than you can imagine).... But I took a break when I met Bianca and took a cappucino with her. On my way home to Hove we past the musicshop and guess whaaaaat, I found my guitar there :) And while walking up for Lansdowne street, with the guitar on my back, I found a little bedside table beside the container. Someone had abandoned it there. So now it has its place beside my bed, perfect.

your eyes are on the waves of silver. People and birds and thoughts and colours and your memories are passing you by. Do you see? The sky is endless above your head, while you're walking. You hear music. You hear voices. Sounds. The wind is coming, the wind is going
, do you follow? You feel, but can never explain.

Here comes a message I want to live for every day of my life. You only live once. Once. Life is way to short to have boring och do something you find meaningless. It really is. IT REALLY IS, SO WAKE UP. Why are you doing something you don't want to do? To be good? For who? Sooo tragic. Why do you choose to whine when you can laugh about all the comic situations of life? Why do you worry instead of beliveing that everything is gonna be ok.

(I don't think it's a good idea to smile-like-we-mean-it-smile 24/7, but that's not really my point at all. To be down sometimes is a essential part of life. I talked about this while eating my breakfast in the most cosy english cafe with my friend Bianca this morning. Our conclusion: There is no more terrible thing than a constant fake-smile on someone's face. But a pure smile for less than one second, a smile with your eyes can make your day. By the way, I ate a toast banana cake which I LOVED).

Occasionaly I just wake up and thinking about when I'm old, it would be a nighmare if I sat there and ask myself why I didn't dare to live. And by the way I want to live when I'm an old lady as well.

Ok then. Where is my sense of homour? Serious serious Hanna, ease up. My funny stories I used to tell....

Well here is one.

Me and Bianca at a party. 

We ate a lot of cakes and sat in the sofa for hours and nothing seemed to happens. No really good converasations. No really good music. We looked at each other and we both knew we were thinking the same thought. This  atmosphere is so killing all kind of creativity.

-Is something going to happen here? Bianca asked me.
-Seems that this tea party never gonna turn to something else. I said.
-Why are we here then? Bianca asked.
-We're in fucking Brighton, have we forgotten? There're lots of pubs. I said.
-Let's go then.

I waved  gentle with my hand to the rest of the party members.
-Where are you think you're going?
-Out. I said.
-But we're coming with you.
-Sure, I said.
-We're going now, Bianca said, NOW.
-But we must wait for everyone.
(Everyone is including 20 different persons wishes)
-Goodbye. I said.

And we went. Took our bottle of wine and walked to the south lanes. It was so much nicer to talk about weird and right-on conversations, so tierd of going around the real point. 
  

It can be hard to live with people and it can be hard to live without people. That's what I've learned today.

And I've even learned what concord is when it comes to correctness in the English language.

What have I learned more?

That it's beautiful too see the flowers grow outside this university window I'm sitting next too.



That thoughts about traveling and friends of mine make me feel warm.

My learnings for today. Lets see if Im gonna learn something more before this day is over.

I would like to learn how scones and tea taste on a day like this. :)

Hey dear friends,

I've in a period when I have to write and listen to music constantly. My poor ears never get a break and my fingers gonna be affected as well......hahahahaha. No, I think I know when enough is enough and enough isn't reached yet. I still have more words in my head, and they have to get out in some way otherwise they gonna stuck there and I will never be able to understand them.....

Enough analysing......

Two days ago I spend my day in.... LONDON. I loved it and I realized that I live so close to London.... amazing. I have to go many times. See theatres and musicals....drink too much cappucino and nice drinks. And eat sushi!!!

I asked some friends, last time at the pub, if they thought I was half-french or half-american or if both my parents were swedish. A little exmperient of mine. Most of them thought I was half-french, one thought I was half-american. None thought I was "full-swedish". Interstin, beacause I am. And know you wondering about the people involved in this experiment, backgrounds, relationsship to me, about the environment and the time of the day ect ect......I can have something to do with the way I asked the question....if I asked a special question like the one I asked, people may think it has a special answear. They we're all my classmates, except from one Norweigan guy....

History is intersting. I've always thought so. Imaging how other people lived their lives before me. American, swedish and british culture and history have a lot of similiarites, but they are created thrugh ages and many factors is involved when explaining why cultures are as they are.... We're very good at drawing borders, we human beings. (When you say human beings, doesn't it has a negative, condescending tone? It's like we don't belive in ourself. Too destructive way of thinking I think!)

Think about all lovestories of this world. All the children of the world, in the past, in the present and in the future....borned to this planet...all the stories. There's a million stories and a million ways. (sorry If I sound fuzzy and waaaay too much , but I've always thought that the one who is against fuzzy subjects are actually the most naive one....because he never questioning anything, he just buy the science or facts or religions or whatever).

Enough for today fellows :)