Post by Jakob Stevenson on Jan 4, 2009 23:16:42 GMT -5
Diary entries
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{Original Norwegian text excert}
Oh hva å si hva å si? For det første av jeg har decieded å skrive denne inne meg slekt språkene , skjønt im tvilende det vill opphøre noen.
{English translation, full page}
Oh what to say what to say? First off i've decieded to write this in my family's languages, though im doubting that will stop anyone. Then again i honestly don't think anyone would care what i have to say. Ive decieded to try my hand at art again... im not that bad, but i hate my own work so. Mabye ill just draw it in here, hopefully noone can psychoanalyis me from a picture. Life has been going pretty great. I gave Blair the gypsy locket. I wonder if wearing it around school will make people think she's taken. I dont like on lookers, but i also dont like gossip
My birthday is soon. What fun that should be, Papa said he would arrange for me to come home for the weekend, that should be interesting. A room with me him, some of his old friends. The flat is gonna smell like cheap liquar and cigars for months. Hate when those people show up, as if Papa werent enough.
Page 1
{Original Norwegian text excert}
Oh hva å si hva å si? For det første av jeg har decieded å skrive denne inne meg slekt språkene , skjønt im tvilende det vill opphøre noen.
{English translation, full page}
Oh what to say what to say? First off i've decieded to write this in my family's languages, though im doubting that will stop anyone. Then again i honestly don't think anyone would care what i have to say. Ive decieded to try my hand at art again... im not that bad, but i hate my own work so. Mabye ill just draw it in here, hopefully noone can psychoanalyis me from a picture. Life has been going pretty great. I gave Blair the gypsy locket. I wonder if wearing it around school will make people think she's taken. I dont like on lookers, but i also dont like gossip
My birthday is soon. What fun that should be, Papa said he would arrange for me to come home for the weekend, that should be interesting. A room with me him, some of his old friends. The flat is gonna smell like cheap liquar and cigars for months. Hate when those people show up, as if Papa werent enough.
