Three feet under Sunday, Nov 23 2008 

Whom is winsor?

As told before, i am from northern europe. I do not think i need to specify it more than that. I am living my sweet seventeen, and study travelling and tourism at high school.

As a person, i considder myself as a serious, precocious, bookworm trying to make her way in life. Perhaps i am deadly boring, but i do not think anybody is. How can a person be boring? Is there not life enough in anyone to brighten up a day, to make a difference, to make somebody smile? What can possibly be boring about that? That is one of the things i try to do; make somebody smile every day.

I do well at school, does that make me a nerd? I work hard, and get what i deserve. I do not consider myself a nerd, or boring for that matter. I just do not waste time trying to give an impression of beeing something i am not. I have friends that i love. I have a family whom i care for (well, not always), and i am happy beeing me; a deadly boring nerdy teen, always with a plan for what to do next.

I find amusement in the small things, like stars in a winter night, the sky when it has that perfect blue, a good morning from the bus driver. It is those ting that makes life bearable. Those small things wich speaks of love in its own special way.

I think i am a bit square, in a way that i am not the first person to jump of a mountain. I do not have my feet on the groud, they are planted three feet under. I do not often get angry, but irritation comes fast. The few times i do get angry, i would most sertanly not like to be the person i am angry at. So one can say i do not stike often. But when i do, i strike hard.

I am not the kind of person whom you will find smiling. Sometimes i do, but not whitout reason. Neighter do i often cry. If i do, the reason is often good.

To be honest, i do not know what more to say. In the end i do not think i will have to. The one reading, you, will know me eventually. One step at the time

The beginning Sunday, Nov 23 2008 

Hello all you bloggers out there

This is the first post of what is going to be told as the story of a teenage precocious girl. I come from up north in Europe, to be more exact: in a light-blue painted room, lying in my bed even if the desk is all cleared. With a bookshelf (way too small, since the floor around is surrounded by books) at the foot of the bed, and a bedsite table full of junk.

This is me, at least the next blogpost will be. I am anominous, so that i can open my heart fully and freely, whitout any strings. I hope i am a good read, and worth commenting.

You will on this blog find my words, and therefore also pieces of my heart. Enjoy