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Just bought this. 

 Internet shopping addiction..

Totally worth every KRONA! 

Just got home from work. Now I'm sitting here with my best friend Selma by my side. (My dog) 

And I'm bored as hell.. and I've got no idea what to write but I still want to.. so I'll just tell you the story about the picture above. 

Well, it's me. Or, my eyes. A picture of what they used to look like a while after my accident.

A few years back I got shot in the eye, and nooo, not by a freaki'n machine gun...and yes, a lot of people ask me that so I just wanna make it as clear as the sky that I didn't get shot by a real fucking gun in the face...Because I'm not Wolverine so if that would have been the case I probably wouldn't be sitting here right now writing this shit down for no reason at all.. 

So here we go, the story begins. 

I went to watch my x-boyfriend play paintball with his boss. 

The boss told me that I didn't need to wear a mask because they wouldn't be shooting at me. He was a retard and shot me in the face anyway.

The end. 

Not much of a story because that's basically what happened. 

The whole reason to why my left Iris is so much bigger than the right one is because the Doc poured some liquid stuff into the eye just to get the iris big enough so he could see what was going on, on the inside. It lasts for a couple of hours and you can't see shit while it's like that. So, because of that I almost got hit by a car on my way to school. Sweet.. Like I didn't have enough problems back then.. Anyway.. 

The doctor told me that if the ''bullet'' as he called it, would have hit me just a little bit more to the left I would have lost my eye. Kind of scary to think about since it was so close to actually happen. 

I was blind for a couple of hours, which also was scary as hell but it was just resting for a while. 

I didn't get any scars from the wound, which I'm really happy about. But I got scars on the cornea or something I cant remember..It doesn't bother me so I don't care.

The only thing that was really hard to get used to is the black flicker going nuts when ever I look around with my head still. I'm used to it now because I've lived with it for the past 4 years but in the beginning it was driving me crazy..

Pretty.
Tired,  messed up little girl with makeup on one eye. Score. 

Lika som motherfucking BÄR!

Voldemort och min bror Kewin. 

It's snowing, and I'm loving it. 

Gotta celebrate! Beer? 

Vem är du?..

You made my day Bieber. 

 I felt like going out today and have some beers and talk shit with a couple of friends.. until I checked my bank account... so no beer for Sabine.

 I'm just gonna sit here and try to write something valuable or maybe even something interesting?,  in this shity blogg. 

Anyhow. 

Today have been one of the worst days I've had since I got back from London. I've had a few but this one sucked..big time.

Just been tired like a fucking buss driver, driving around drunk ass teenagers on a Friday night/morning. 

 Everything that I've put my hands on/hold in my hands either broke, or I dropped it on the floor. So basically I've just being bending over and cursing at my self the entire day...nothing unusual about the cursing part but I don't think the customers  appreciate it..

And now I'm sitting here cursing at my bad fucking English spelling, why do I even bother writing this shit in English?  Well, I like it..

Is it so weird that I distance myself from you when you just treat me like I'm a stupid fuck up that doesn't give a damn? When you blame me for things I didn't even do. Assumptions based on nothing else than your jealousy. Get of that high horse of yours, come down to earth.

Get your facts straight, or get the fuck out of my face. 

Back in the days when you couldn't afford/were allowed to get tattooed, so you did stupid things with your hair instead. 

Today I'm hungover. The party I went to sucked so I left 20 minutes after I got there and continued the party at my place, by myself.

Now I'm going out for a smoke and then I probably should get started on my grandma's present, which is a photo album with pictures from when we went to Jordan in 2009.  

PEACE 

Sitting in my room getting drunk. 

And now I'm of to Örby to party with people that only have one thing to talk about: their bands.. 

You guys need a new vocabulary.

  

old ass picture. 

Sooo bored.

Well, it turns out I'm a fucking housewife today so I'm just gonna go to the kitchen, make myself sum food, get drunk and listen to angry music. I vanlig ordning.  Och sen vet jag inte. 

Kanske drar iväg till Örby och kalasar lite med Tim, Johan, David och resten.  Woh. 

Got up 04.00 this morning to go to work..

 I sincerely hate it..

 I fell asleep two hours after I got to work, slept on a chair for like an hour or so than a colleague of mine woke me up. Been walking around like a living dead the whole day and looking like shit. But I'm not complaining, got a few people to laugh, at my expense.

 Got home, took some pictures of my beautiful dog, made it look weird and here I am. 

Thinking about London and I really wanna go back soon. 

Selma. 

(original picture.)

Sum paintings that I've made over the years.



Self portrait. 

Self portrait. 

Portrait of a friend. 

Self portrait. 

Never finished. 

A painting made from a photo that I took. ( not finished )

Supposed to look like Twiggy.

bla.
(School work)

Found a  small picture of this on google and had to do something with it.
(School work)

Portrait of a friend. 

My camera family. 

Nikon d60. 

18-55 mm lens. 

 Canon AV-1 analog.

35-70 mm lens + 85 - 210 mm lens. 

Polaroid land camera 1000
From the 70-80s. 

Polaroid instant 30.
From the 60s. 

Chinon XL555 Macro
From 1976.

Elmo super 8 sound 350sl Macro
Year? Have no idea. 

Lomography Fisheye analog camera170 degrees
35 mm film. 

Canon PowerShot A530
(my second camera. Lost the first one)

Kodak Reflex Duaflex Camera.

From the 40-50s I think. 

Kodak Brownie Reflex Limited. 

From the 40-50s.
(original box)

Agfa Silette Pronto.

35mm film.

From the 50s. 

Voigtlander Bessa 1. 

From the 40-50s. 

Konica Pop.  

35mm film

From the 80s. 

...and then my Nikon d90 

Nikon 18-105 mm VR lens

+ Tamron 18-200mm lens Macro

+ Fisheye lens +  Macro.

1 december I dragged my fat ass to the airport early as fuck in the darn morning, to go to London Southgate to visit my best friend Paula and her british crew. 
And I have to say, that this trip has been the best and the worst at the same time, for some particular reasons.  I had so much fun it's ridiculous.
The best people I've ever met, and they made me feel very welcome.  Definitely going back soon.


Well, I suck at writing in english so I'm gonna stop now and show you suckers some photos we took. 

I've never been to a house with so many smokin hot people! It's crazy.

Thanks Paula, Peter, Alex, Sean, Eddie, Liam, Luke, Rohan and Julian.