01 - About Stokkefot
Hi, my name is Stina, and in April I fill 22 years. I'm on my third year of a Bachelor's degree in social work and works part time at a leisure club. I have been since eighth grade school tired, and you can probably discuss how smart it was to start studying as soon as I finished high school, but now I'm almost done, and my days as a mediocre student will probably not be missed except when I suddenly one day sit there and feel like in two months summer vacation.
Anyway, let's start with Ms. Stokkefot. She has followed me since eighth grade, and is the one who is to blame every time I give a shit me out. I could probably have written up more books about all the stupid I've done. I am a perpetual klutz, and the only reason I to date have never broken a bone in the body, is that I am born with Goldilocks in the ass. Besides, I'm equipped with a good dollop of self-irony, and without that ability I would probably have died of shame for many years ago - namely, to look far for someone who is better at making things difficult for themselves. On the other hand, I do with a good dose of entertainment for those who hear about pinlighetene mine, and it's always good to know that you can make others laugh, if nothing else.
I like to laugh, and if I laugh a little extra lot, it happens that I grunted a little in the process. The I laugh the most is: to see people go on the face, myself (not with me, but of me. see previous paragraph.) political inaccuracy.
Once upon a time I was very creative, and used all the free time writing, drawing and painting, but then I started on media and communications, lost all faith in myself and gave up his dream of becoming a writer. Once upon a time I was also convinced that I could very much about politics, I used the Palestinian scarf and had both purse, belt buckle and hat with Che Guevara, but then I found out that I really can not anything about politics, and that there is no point in getting involved, for peace on earth After all, a bad project, and it will be limits to what one should expect to have to expose themselves to. At one time I read fiction all the time, but then I started studying, and now I read the curriculum of public transportation, reading in his spare time, reading in bed, and only occasionally fiction in the breaks, I'm tired of reading, and I excited like a kid on Christmas Eve until I can sell all the books and curriculum to fully concentrate on Ambjørnsen, Bjørneboe, Loe, Renberg and Wassmo again. At one time I saw a movie the other day, but I do not have time anymore, and now gathering dust dvd my collection down while I fill up all hard drives mine with Six Feet Under, Rome, Dexter, House MD, Skins and OZ.
Things I like: television shows, movies and books that make me laugh, cry and race with the characters, kitty, being awake at night, sleeping by day, dancing, the peace I get when I occasionally find the motivation to draw, summer, festival, Roskilde, long hug and kiss even longer, to sing out loud to loud music while driving on the highway, music, general, I love music, all genres from rap to metal to punk to pop to the mental to the singer, to dress me a dress that makes me feel really nice, and then flirt uncontrollably with all that bothered, body butter from body shop, wine, beer and strawberries, to sleep in someone's arms, even grilled cheese with hot dogs in the park in the sun, and wet wipes at Roskilde.
What I do not like: insomnia, spiders when I'm not prepared to wake up the next day and think "fuck," not to have any more pussycat, when I fall asleep at inappropriate times completely because I just did not manage to leave, racism , to sit with a pencil over the paper, thinking "Blowing It," and give up because I do not know where to begin, caffeine shock, alarm clocks, the smell of gasoline or newly laid asphalt, not to afford to buy cds because I have to buy textbooks and pay the bills, my inability to refrain from exposing to do the things I do not want to do, leader of the Møller and the feeling you get in your body when you get that one has forgotten to taking birth control pills.
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