The Truth About Your Crush

I have a confession to make. I have no idea in hell who I'm going to take to the dance. I think a lot of girls have no idea too, most of us are too nervous to ask the dream boy they want to go with.

There is this one guy I really want to ask, but I know he is already taken. The guy I have in thought is so hot! I wish he was available, but there is no such a thing as your not aloud to dream.

I told this one girl about who I wanted to ask to the dance, and he is also the guy I have a major crush on. But she did not understand crap! She just started telling me that I could definitely not have a crush on him. It was against the "girl rule". Man...that "rule" can kiss my...butt.

If he wasn't taken that would be like the best day in my life. But what am I saying, if I asked him he would have rejected me for sure...no doubt on that one. But you know that "girl rule," but guess what she told me after. She was like:"Oh...there is no doubt that he likes me, I know that he doesn't know what he is doing. He is totally in to me!" I was like; FEMALE DOG!

Whatever...my dreams will never change, even though he is taken. He took my heart.

Young Christmas

I remember the day of Christmas eve when I was like five, I was so excited I couldn't sleep at night and I woke up at like four in the morning. I remember the butterflies in my stomach flying everywhere, making my stomach tickle and my smile even more wide.

In my country we celebrate Christmas the 24th, because we feel it should be more than just presents. It should be about the family,the holiday spirit, the decoration, the weather, the food, celebrating God's birthday, and the happiness amongst everyone.

On our "Christmas Day" we decorate the Christmas tree, make the food, decorate the house and there are many more things, but there are too many to write down. My favorite part is being with family; seeing the people that I haven't seen in centuries.

I know I have mentioned this in my previous writing, but being with family...you can't replace that with the world, Family to me...means more than my life!

Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. If we didn't have Christmas then my life would suck! Most Americans celebrate Thanksgiving like it's a Christmas holiday...I respect that...but Christmas is just more in my heart. I'm leaving in 3 days to go to Denmark.

When I celebrated Christmas when I was younger it just felt more like "real" Christmas. Now that you get older nobody knows what to get you for Christmas(money). I think that is like the most boring present ever, but I can't complain...I have to be thankful for what I get for Christmas.

I realized that Christmas can still be fun...even though you have to grow up, become a teenager, and more bitchy. It can still be fun, because you still have your family to be with.

One Crazy Day

OMG! Today was one pain in the ass...I mean in algebra we had an exam...it was so freakin' hard. And just the pressure you feel while taking it, is just awful. But Mrs. Culberson is a really cool teacher, because she went around to each student and checked our work, and told us which one was right and wrong. By doing that, I thought it was really great, because you actually had a chance of getting a good grade. But Mrs. Culberson is an awesome teacher just like all the others; especially Mrs. Brown.

In music today...ohh God! Do I have to tell you how freakin' boring it was. I swear...we just sat there and did nothing. But then we started playing this game with our hands, were we started smacking them, and it was hurting like hell...it was pretty stupid, but I guess since there was nothing else to do...what would have been better?

I can't wait till Christmas vacation...finally I get to see my family I haven't seen in almost two years. It's going to be great, I just know it in my heart, and I can't wait to see them and get the feeling I haven't felt in so long.

Mothers Day in My Dreams

Mothers Day...the perfect day to make a mom happy. Except...I don't celebrate Mothers Day that day, I celebrate it a different day.

Anyways my mom isn't even here, so I couldn't give her anything, and I couldn't talk to her.

But isn't all about the presents, food, and decoration. It's also about the love you show and give your mom, not only on Mothers Day, but everyday. You should give your mom your love and appreciation everyday.

My mom isn't here as I said. But I think about her everyday, I think about how much I love her and miss her. I wish to God everyday, if he could make an exception so I could see my mom. And he does, I see my mom everyday...every time I go to bed and fall asleep...I see her in my dreams...telling me how much she loves me and misses me, and I tell her the exact same thing.

I love when I have dreams like that, it gives me the chance to see my lost family members. Well...I don't get to see them in like real life, but the feeling I get in the dream is all I could ask for.

Never Ending Nightmare

I remember the days of fun I had, before it all turned into hell. I remember it like it was yesterday, like a horror movie playing through my head constantly. I hate it.

When I was five...my mom died of cancer. I wish this nightmare never started. I wish I could just get my life back to normal...just like the other kids.

There are so many things I regret saying and doing, such as: yelling at her and kicking when I didn't get my way, and the worst part was: I never got to tell her that I loved her, before she died.

The reason why I never told anyone before, was because I thought people were going to make fun of me, just like in my old school. I have only told three people so far: Madison, Luigi, and Alexis...so I guess who ever is reading this, I'm giving my trust in them.

I realized that family comes first. You should always appreciate what you have, because I wish I had mom that would be by my side going shopping with me, helping me with guy problems, and girl stuff...but I will never have that feeling. You know how the priest says when you get married: "Until the death will separate you." Doesn't mean a thing to me, because the death never separated my mom and me...I'm still in her heart and she is still in mine. And this is just the beginning.

Denmark

The city, the farms, the weather, and the people.
That is my country, Denmark.
Where I am from, is a place for me to escape all my worries.

It's the place of fun.

The breezy air blowing through my hair.
Denmark's nature is like a fantasy, that you will never forget.
Fields of wheat.
Forests and forests of pine trees.

It's the place of fun.

I love the festive holidays, when I walk down the streets.
Denmark is known for it's inspiration to other people and countries.
The happiness you see everywhere you go.

It's the place of fun.

Denmark is like a dream come true, you will never forget.
Walking down the streets, feels like being a real European shopaholic.
Denmark is the place of my heart.

It's the place of fun.

What Keeps Me Writing

What keeps me wring is everything, everything I see, hear, and feel. Writing is a way for me to express myself in any way I want to, my problems, my thoughts, my feelings. When my heart is broken into thousands of pieces, I need to pick all of those individual pieces, by writing I can slowly start picking them up and express myself without telling my parents all those stupid teenage details, they won't understand.

When I write I want to be specific, but I feel some people just don't understand my writing. Every time I write, I want to put deeply felt feelings into my stories, most of the times there is this wall blocking my way from my personal feelings I want to express. It is hard to understand for most of the people that I try to write my feelings to.

When I write, I am scared. I am scared that I will be caught. If I write about my personal feelings, someday I will get in trouble. I wish I could be like everyone else in the world...that don't have to hide their true indentity...some day I know it will be different. Some day I will be a free bird flying high above the blue skies, swaying my free wings through the clouds.

Ever since I got you as a teacher, I felt from day one that I would me more free than I was before...that I would be able to write my true self. I feel that I can actually trust you...most teachers don't understand, and just think your writing is out of mind. That is why I love coming to your class and writing what are my actual feelings, my truth identity. When I write in your class I have more passion in my heart to write, and I know now it's time to break down the wall in my way.

Bad Behavior

Dear Alina Sudalskleiv,




I am going to be concise with you. The way you have been acting towards me is very despicable and will not except your apology. I can’t accept your inappropriate actions, it has also been reported that you have brusque towards the teaches doing class, and making rude grimaces.
We would never expect such a good student to be turned into such a gruesome beast. Some younger students who looks up to you have simulated your horrible personality that see in front of us today.
I will make sure your personality will change before you leave. I will not succumb. It is imperative that you change; otherwise someday it will all go wrong.
Your shining disposition used to be so amazing to see every morning. It will not be easy to extricate yourself from this unexpected situation. Your actions still haunts me day and night. This feels interminable; I hope and pray to God that this will change. This is all felt profoundly deep within our hearts. Like I imagined you are an audacious person, and we would never have suspected it from you.

Sincerely,




Laura Knudsen

Is He a Real Family Member?

I have something to confess, my cousin Thomas who lives in Denmark, is really starting to get on my last nerve because he never talks to anybody in my family. He is like this 21-year-old guy who is still acting like a freakin' teenager, that is just sad, he needs to grow up and grow some stupid balls, become a real man and suck it up.

The reason why I am thinking so negatively about my cousin is because, last year I traveled thousands of miles to a whole different country to see my family. But he just decides that he is too depressed to see my brother and I. I mean seriously, I haven't seen him since I was in fifth grade, and still he can't give away five freakin' minutes of his life to see two people that he hasn't seen in four years.

He is 21, and still he is acting like a teenager. I actually thought he was an emo, I mean the way he acted towards my family and I. He wouldn't even pick up the phone and dial in one number and call us. He wouldn't even write one little email, I mean he could at least have written "hi" so we would know he was alive.

If you are lucky enough to have a family, you should take advantage of it and show them that actually do love them and miss them. Some people are so unfortunate that they don't even have a family, they would probably give anything to get a real family. Some people just puts their kids up for adoption and don't even give a shit about them. That's why you really need to be happy and greatful with your family.

Someday I hope my cousin will understand that, I know I do. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't like us anymore, and maybe he didn't even care about the death of our grandpa. If you have that kind of thought in your head, that's a really harsh thought and I wish I didn't have to think about that or even write it.