Dancing in the storm.

You know those storms? When the rain is pouring down from the dark, grey sky. The wind breaks the strongest trees and you're sitting there, in the corner of your room trying to believe that you are safe. You have heard about the accident in the news, how strong the wind is, how many people lost their houses. You have heard it, you have seen it. None of it seems real. You are in your room, waiting for the storm too pass but at some point it seems like it will never stop, and the sun will stay behind the clouds forever.

Just like in Frozen.

She must be freezing out there!

My thought every single time i see a girl in a way too little or even no layers standing outside. In the snow. I always wonder if there are some kind of tricks involved? Maybe their snow is less cold than mine? The most annoying thing is that most out those outfits look amazing. Much better than mine do. Not that it is hard to look better than me when i look like a snowmen in two jackets, sweater and skiing gloves.

Hot Scandinavian guy.*

I feel like I am always waiting for something to happen.
 I am pretty confident that I am not the only one.
No matter if it's Christmas, Birthday, Online order (as we all know the worst part of online shopping is shipping. Pay twice as much as for clothes, get it as soon as never) or just for the end of work/school day.

I am counting seconds, minutes and days like I have never done in math class.

My diagrams could be used in math textbooks, and probably they would fit psychological one just as well.

All those tutus

Sometimes  I wish I could be a ballerina.