Malin

Hello!

My name is Malin, I´m 17 years, two months and one day old to be precise. I live in the snowy, blowy and cozy Luleå, a city north of Sweden. There, on the small country you´ll find me, my little sister, my parents and our great yellow house with white corners, surrounded by the neighbors horses, and with my dad´s old Volvos on the parking space, in which you in the summers can find the most delicate raspberries growing through the engine in the passenger seat.

Well, besides my little sister I also have three older, and two brothers too, but they all five now live in different places like France, Canada and south of Sweden. And if things turn out to be splendid, I will be out of the house too till the end of the year; Me and my classmate Alida are going to rent an apartment in Luleå city, so I don’t have to wake extra early every single morning to run after the school bus. Or well, I do not often have to run. Just go extra fast.

Okay, but short about me, is that I’m a really creative person. Since I go my second year in upper secondary school, with focus on science and environment, I can sometimes feel a little lost among these very ambitious and in dark times soooo much cleverer than me, classmates. I really like to write, philosophize, paint, illustrate and click with my beloved camera. I also have some kind of unexplored dream about me learning how to do sewing, and make my own clothes. The problem maybe is that the sewing machine hates me and refuses to collaborate. But, this has made me a champion on unstitch things which I hope someday will make up for the bad relationship with technique.

Besides being creative and hated by the sewing machine (and everything else running on electricity), I really like exercising. Like running and figure skating. I also, if you have noticed, have a thing for really long and complicated meanings.

I at least hope my friends agree when I say I’m often in a good mood. When I’m not I’m quiet till i know i´m no longer a danger to those around me. So many people don’t notice my bad temper. I guess having many sisters and brothers has made me realize that the possibility to ever get happy again is substantially larger if you don’t provoke the innocent people around, and therefore i absolutely do not say what i'm thinking when i'm mad.

So, that’s a bit of the mysterious me, hope I didn’t scare anyone off. Byebye!!