Well, this sure is kinda awkward...

Hello again, you non-existing readers! I am back with, and i bring even more useless stories and information for your moderate pleasure.

So, what have i been up to since last we met (metaphorically speaking, of course)? Well, i can tell you this: NOTHING! I've been going to school, chillin' with the dudes and dudettes (god, i hate that word...) and excercising my Pool skills (they were non-existing to begin with, although now they have actually marginally improved)... I seem to be using the word nonexisting rather frequently this time around, probably got something to with the fact that my historyteacher thinks that i am some kind of retarded troublemaker, sent to haunt him during his lessons. Whereever he's got that idea from, i don't know, but i don't like the way he looks at me. It's like he's looking at some kind of an idiot, who needs everything explained to him at least three times before he finally gets the grasp of it.
Not that i am, but it's kinda getting to me.

Well, actually, i'm just using this as a lousy excuse for me not being that good at english. I dunno what's happened, but it feels like my vocabulary's deteriorated or something, and i can't really express all that i want to say, which is kind of sad, since i've always been very proud of my english.

Now you think, Now he's gonna get to the point. But alas, no, since there is no point with this post, other than the fact that one of my friends reminded me that i actually had a blog, and since i gave her the adress, i had to add something quickly before she read it.

This one's for you Gaby, And you do look good, even though you sometimes don't admit it to yourself... Or something. I dunno, think what you want, to me you're always beautiful.
///Lonkan, who feels kind of psychicly numb right now, however that fits together...

Let me rephrase that...

In an older post, i made a statement that i would not like my younger brother (or something like that). I would now like to change that. True, he does scream and crap all the time, and he's almost always obnoxious, and he can't be quiet for five minutes without getting some attention, and he always picks the worst moments to start crying, but when he doesn't do any of these aformentioned things, he's one of the cutest things alive. True, these moments only last for a brief moment, while he chooses on how to best disrupt life as we know it, but it makes it all worth it.

However, it is not enough to make up for the future years of torment that this little brat will put me through, and all the problems that he will cause, and all of the worrying and worrying and worrying that my mother will have to go through. I'm not saying that i will go through it as much, as i am almost old enough to move out, even though that will not happen for a couple of years yet, but i will be out of it for a year if i can get into the army.

I will end this post like this, since i cannot think of a fitting ending. Scheisse is the best i can say, how bad have my english become during these brief months?

Signing out/// Louis

Phoenix!

Scheisse... It's been almost a month since i last wrote something, i'm really starting to suspect that i am crap at blogging. Yet, as the phoenix rises from it's own ashes, so will this blog rise, reborn, as i am writing another post (obviously, as you, my dear reader, are sharing in it this very moment. Albeit not the writing moment, of course, but in a spiritual sort of way you are, actually...)


And that concludes this posts silly part, now on to more serious business: I, Louis Davison, hereby declare that I am a bookworm. Three nights in a row have i spent reading all through the night, whilst listening to music and sommarprat, which for you foreign readers (if i have any) is sort of a talkshow without a host on the radio, starring diffrent interesting, famous and allround good people. And with good i mean as in the angelic, good-for-humanity sort of way, i'm not just saying that they're 'good'... Even though they are... W/E

Seven books have i read, the longest one Harry Potter and the Deathly hallows, a book which i am glad to say that i was positively surprised by. I had expected some kind of lame ending with everyone being happy and alive (now there's one for you who haven't read it yet), and yet the whole book kept me enthralled through the night. I even forgot dinner, and sometimes i shouted out inte the apartment from pure tension (i doubt that this was very appreciated by the neighbors, as the tension only reached such dazzling heights at about four in the morning...) anyway, a great book, read it. These other two nights i've been re-reading the dragon reborn-series, and i do not think that a greater series have ever been created. The passion with wich Jordan Writes, the enigmatic mysteries that our reluctant heroes have to face, the ever-present danger with just being alive... No i cannot stand it, i simply can't sit here and write about the books. I-MUST-READ-NOW!!!

Sincereley/// Lonk the ponk

Death.


Despair.


Desolation.


Chaos.


All of these things rushed through my head the minute Grandma said she was at the hospital, all in the blink of an eye. I thought to myself that this was the last happy day of my life for a looooong time forward.

Then she said that she'd broken her elbow, and all returned back to normal. Almost...
I still had that cold feeling of dread somewhere in the lower region of my stomach. I asked lots 'n lots 'o questions to make sure that she was allright, that everyone treated her good and that it had been just an accident. Because, if she had been robbed or just felled to the ground by some reckless teenager, i would be out on the prowl at this very moment, searching for the poor soul that'd hurt my granny, and when i found this poor devil, i would make sure that he knew exactly why i savagely maimed, tortured and, in the end, cut of all his sinews so that he could not walk or move at all any more. I was thinking about this as i spoke to her, and i think that it shone through a little bit, since she repeatedly assured me that what had happened had been an accident, pure and simple, something that happens to everybody once in a while. This somewhat stilled my thirst for a bloody revenge, but it took quite some time after the phonecall itself before i could find my peace and harmony again.

This scared me after some time of thought, the lenghts i was prepared to go to for revenge. I mean, me, Louis, the most normal (psch, right...) guy in town. Sure, i can get a bit hot-headed from time to time, but who haven't felt the furies dance on their heads occasionally? But this was far beyond anythhing else i have ever felt. I wanted to actually take the life of another human being, and all for something that essentially was quite an ordinary event in the life of the city.

I seem to have written more than i intended from the beginning, and also a bit more... Psycho-ish than i would have wished, but i think that what i mean to say is this:


DONT MESS WITH MY GRANNY, OR I'LL MESS YOU UP GOOD!

/// Lonk the ponk, in a state of madness at the time of writing.

Hope you'll forgive me...


Please...?



A thought: disregard this when you read my description of myself, not that i don't love my grandmother and all that, since that's normal, but the way of taking revenge... that's a little too psycho...

The young one

Hm. It has occurred to me that I haven't as of yet written anything about my new little brother. Or have I? If I have, see this as an update, and if I haven't, i'll write everything, in any case as there isn't that much information.

He was born on friday the fifteenth, a charming, fat little boy, weighed in at around 4300 g. He has yet to be namd, although we refer to him as Tyson, since he looks a bit like a boxer with a bit of a punched-in nose. Very cute, although VERY determined about what he likes and dislikes. And if there is anything he doesn't approve of, he starts screaming like an air-raid horn. Much like his older brother did when he was that age. Isn't it cute how you can see so much of yourself in a baby? If he starts biting the rim och the babycarriage i don't know what to do, since that was my trademark thing to do... This has nothing at all to do with what i was going to write, so i think i'm just going to stop now before i make any more changes of the subject...

/// Lonkan, Proud Big Brother

Work work, to earn your pay

I've finally managed to get a job! At a local metal-workshop, of all places. Who could've predicted that? I for one sure couldn't, but you never know what fate might have in store for you. Anyway, i earn 80 kr/h, so it's a well-paid job, earned 480 kr only today, so i'm quite satisfied. Started off by building a wooden fence, me and the other guy working on it have finished about 9 out of 30 metres ordered.


And that's about it, nothing else that's interesting enough to write about at the moment.
/// Lonkan

'Tards everywhere

Well, here i am, saturday afternoon, in one of the worst moods ever.
Why can't the world be a more friendly place, without wars, starvation and crime?
Answer: because some people are simply to thickheaded to realise that we aren't living in the dark ages any more.

Take this as an example: me and three of my friends were heading to a party out in bagarmossen. But as soon as we got up from the subway station we notice around ten guys standing a bit to the left, shouting in drunken haze. One of them starts walking over to us, demanding a smoke. We tell him that we do not smoke, and then have to convince him for several minutes, all the while he is standing about 3 cm from my face. In the end we managed to convince him, but as he turned away he punched me in the chest. This guy was clearly looking for a fight, but i am a relatively mellow kind of guy, so i didn't do anything.

However, on the way to the party, we stopped to meet the hostess for guidance. but as we stood there, we noticed that the the drunken retards had been following us, and we now knew that they also were heading to the same party. But we didn't mind, just as long as they kept quiet. which proved to be a mistake, because as we were standing there, suddenly we hear shouting, and as i look back, i see a guy runnig towards us, and before i had the chance to stop him, he threw himself at one of my friends, punched him hard in the back of the head and ppulled him to the ground. I immediately got angry and half pulled the guy off of my friend, who immediately started running away. The neandertal then punched me twice in the face, but as i was going to retaliate three guys held me back, while two others held the apeman back. I could not have been held responsible for my actions if they hadn't held me back, since i was seeing red and wanted to break every bone in that fat, stupid body, but almost immediately i came to my senses and settled down a bit.

My friends were way ahead of me, an i had no way of getting to them without running, which would have given the drunken bastards around me a chance to give chase, so i calmly walked a bit faster than them, until i met the hostess and her friend, who hadn't witnessed anything of the occurred.
I tried to explain, but it was hard with all the shouting retards around us, but finally some of it got through.

when i then got to the party, i noticed that my friends weren't there, so i called them, and then headed towards their location. I met the hostess on the way, and she told me that they were heading towards us, so i waited there and finally met them again. Apparently, they had encountered the fat one again, and he had tried to take a swing at them... again, so we decided to leave altogether, since we didn't want to go to the party anyway, because our spirit was totally destroyed.

Now in afterthought, i blame myself for not keeping a closer eye on the apeman and his companions, but in second thought, there shouldn't have been any need for it. Anyone should be able to calmly walk wherever he or she chooses to go, without fear of abuse or such. I think that yesterdays experience taught me nothing except suspicion and hate towards other people, and that makes me sad, and angry... But there's nothing i can do, until next time something like this happens, because then i will break the agressors bones in a snap, to teach him something about not messing with unknown people.

/// Lonkan, angry as f*** right now.

Still going strong... well, going anyway

Well, here i am again... Noticed that a couple of people've checked out the blog, which is always nice, although there hasn't been a rush of people exactly. Well, who cares? I do this because i like it, because it makes me feel good to do something like this and... Oh sod it, of COURSE i want readers! Who the f*** doesn't? Why aren't you reading this, huh? Why aren't there literally floods of people decending onto this blog to read about me and my oh so interesting life?!?

Well, i can tell you why: because there is nothing special about me and my life. I mean, my father is a DJ, and my extra(-terrestrial) father is a tv sportscommentator, but there is absolutely nothing special about my life. On the other hand, many other bloggers aren't very special themselves, but still they have like fivethousand hits per day. Take this Blondiebella or whatever her name is. A normal blonde chick that talks about all the parties she goes to and all the people she meets, nothing interesting in that, is it? But still, people flock at her page just to get a glimpse of the newest entry in the fancy Blondiebella blog... Bloody Bella.

Oh well, i shouldn't say anything, after all, there are quite many bloggers such as myself, leeching on other people to have something to write about, to complain at or simply just talk trash about. But since it works for them, and since i'm not a very interesting person, i will go with this scenario. Hereby i declare a War Against Blogging Conservatism, WABC... Ok, not a very good short, please post a commentary with something more suitable.
And now i just know that there will be no commentarys whatsoever, so this will look really stupid in the blog. Oh well, screw that, i'm heading off to bed, hope this draws some attention to this blog as i will otherwise close it pretty soon, or at least stop posting.

/// Louis

Louis is pissed...

I can't stand it! My older brother (although he's not actually my brother, since we're not related, but his dad is involved with my mom etc.) is a freaking rabbit! Always he has to bring home some girl, almost always a new one, and all of them are hot! And of course there is nothing between our rooms except for a thin wall and a door, which let's through all sounds. And, naturally, they have to start humpin' at 03.35! And the fact that i have to get up at 06.00 tomorrow morning doesn't help me endure the noises. But this is it, i am not going to stand for one more night of hearing him screwing with some little cutie, and listening to such phrases as 'i was in the mood' 'ok, i'll just poke it in there again and we'll try' 'ooohh, ahh, that feels soooo good *giggles*'. If i wake up tonight there will be no pardon, i'm going to go berserk and start yelling at them to shut the f*ck up, and if they do not stop i will throw them out of the house, i swear to god, I WON'T STAND FOR ANOTHER NIGHT OF THIS SH*T! And with those lovely phrases, Louis signs out...

/// Louis, eater of apples and devourer of Physalis

So, it begins...

Thus, in Happily coloured letters i hereby start my new, Englishspeaking blog. Why do i announce it like this? Well, it might have something to do with the fact that i am Swedish, although my father is English. Therefore, i felt that an english blog seemed appropriate. Why? I don't know, i've been bloggin' in Swedish for a while now, but i feel that the swedish language is somewhat lacking when it comes to expressing oneself in more than just average, everyday expressions. That is why i've decided to start this little blog, however inadequate and shortlived it may be. But it would be nice with some readers though...

But what am i going to write about in future? Because this little beginning is nothing like my normal pieces, which i try to make as witty and sarcastic as i can. Even though i do not always succeed, at least i keep trying.

Anyway, i am going to write about my life (when anything exciting happens, which isn't very often), what is happening in the world and how only i can solve it, since most of the worlds leaders seems to be retarded, and i will also frequently comment upon my own inadequacy in trying to write something worth reading. And that, my as of yet nonexisting readers, is why i have chosen to call this blog: Who Reads This? Because, that is the question i am asking myself, is my life and my thoughts interesting enough to catch the attention of other people? Well, we'll just have to wait and see, don't we?

/// Louis 'Lonkan' the man