engelsk, grease og keep bleeding.

det var så utrolig bra at Sofie vant rollen som Sandy!
jeg ble kjempe glad!
det at Bjørnar fikk Danny-rollen ble jeg egentlig veldig sinna for.
men egentlig så skjønner jeg hvorfor norge ikke stemte på Kai-Thomas.
han var litt "jålete" på godt norsk.

det er så deilig å høre på gamle sanger.
de vekker så mange følelser og minner.
akkurat som om du gjenopplever de tingene som skjedde akkurat på den tiden.
når jeg hører på keep bleeding tenker jeg på sabrina.
og når jeg tenker sabrina tenker jeg at jeg savner hun.

jeg har nå sittet her i en time og planlagt og skrevet engelsk-stilen vi skal ha ferdig til neste uke.
også tenkte jeg at jeg kunne legge den inn her bare for moro skyld.
men husk den er copyright, så om noen som går i klassen min ser dette og kopierer stilen skal personen få litt bank av forfatter'n. ja - meg.

"It was dark outside when I got lost in the wood.
The trees starred at me, with a deplorably look.
I started to run.
It was something here. I just felt it.
Something that wanted to get me.
Wanted to held me captured.
I knew it.
I really didn’t believe in superstitious things, but the truth is you really have to see it first, to know if you are a believer or not.
This was not a regular person. Not an animal either.
I thought of my wife and my children.
The smiles on their faces.
They sat by the fireplace and talked to each other.
Sudden, I heard steps behind me.
Unwieldy steps.
I felt anger inside me, and wanted to defend myself. Cause it was something here.
I turned around and saw a apparition right in front of me.
Blackout.

I woke up in a cave.
A big, creepy cave.
It was so dark and depressive to be here.
I didn’t dare to move.
I opened up my eyes for the second time and starred around me. Scared to death. Almost.
The smell here was tormenting and I couldn’t stand it.
I tried to move my feets, but I noticed right away that my feet was tied together by a strong rope.
This was impossible.
I didn’t believe it.
I just couldn’t believe it.
I was just a man who loved to walk in the forest, and this happened?
The fear started to get me, and now I freaked out.
Steps again.
The unwieldy ones.
But now it was more unwieldy than last time.
Something or someone tied up the rope and dragged me up and threw me in to a big rock.
My back got worm and it felt like I had broke something when I landed.
Someone grumbled.
A weird sound. And someone hummed too.
Panic.
Like a ritual-song.
Now I moved. The grumbling and humming made me take off completely and I started to shake.
Not shake in perpes. Just shaked. I got so worm and nauseous.
Was this my real destiny?
Die here, alone with a dangerous creature that wanted to hurt me?
And what happened if I died?
Would my family ever find me again?
Specific pictures of vacations and special moments I would never forget started to come.
I saw the pictures clearly, and it was like I were there. Did it over again. Hard to explain how.."