From the monthly archives: July 2006
So then I’m here (at the office) again. Gaah!
Oh I’m a Freakin’ complaining person today,
and it’s not even noon yet =)
So…how can I make this day pass by as quickly as possible?
Let’s see,
if I go down to the gym right after breakfast, then work the treadmill for ages, take a long stretch and an even longer shower then maybe it’s time for lunch.
After lunch I could go shopping for the BBQ, go home and fix the place up so we can have people over (it really isn’t that bad but while I’m complaining I might as well go on), store away my stereo on the attic since we have Joachim’s now which is much better.
I’m looking forward to tonight. It’s going to be fun and I hope that the weather man keeps his promise of partly cloudy but no showers. About 26 people are coming tonight if everybody decides to turn up. A mixture of both our friends and family. Should be nice. Oh, and it’s the first time that our parents get to meet which seamed to freaked J out a bit last night =) It will be fine, I’m sure.
I went down to the jetty early this morning (nine-ish) it was just the gees and I. Solitude at its best. After a while an old lady came down to the jetty, got undressed, got into the water and took off for a swim. I had almost forgotten about her when she returned after 20 minutes or so.
Two other girls joined us by the water; we shit chatted neighborly for a bit about this and that. The old woman told us she always comes down there early for a morning swim before work. She said she always swim from the jetty to the bridge foundations of the Tranebergsbron where apparently there is a really cool mural, which is kind of her “turning point”. See what you can learn about complete strangers if you just talk to them =)
Joachim brought us salads; we ate, swan and just chilled in the sun. We went into town, shopped a bit and had dinner at East. Then we shopped groceries for the BBQ we’re having tomorrow.
I spent 6½ hours in the sun today so you might say I’m a bit red.
This turned out to be a great day! =)
Microsoft will try and go head to head with Apple Computer’s iPod. Apparently they are in the makings of a music player of their own which goes under the code name “Zune“.
Well…GOOD LUCK Microsoft in trying to maneuver iPod off the market, You’ll need it.
Last night we sang karaoke Joachim and I =) we sang the Swedish classic “Vill ha dig” by Freestyle. A friend of J’s celebrated her birthday at the rundown beer place Snow-white and karaoke was mandatory. After lots of hesitation we entered the stage. Absolutely no reverb whatsofuckingever so we don’t know just how bad it was.
Karaoke is not one of my favorite things, too embracing memories of that I’m afraid. It must have been about 12 years since the last time I stooped to that level. It was the night out with my classmates. We were at Kexfabriken, a bar at which I worked extra. The bartender Moses, signed me up for Tainted love by Soft Cell.
I was so drunk, didn’t know the lyrics, I froze, practically paralyzed so I couldn’t dance even a little bit. Then, in the middle of my singing, or whatever you wanna call it, I saw Henrik laughing so hard he was lying on the floor behind the stage. It was awfully funny I must admit =)
“Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you’ve given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that’s not nearly all
Tainted love… oh
Tainted love”
Oh, and you know how when you don’t know the lyrics and make some up that sounds kind of similar. That’s what I did. -But what about the lyrics swooshing by on the screen? You might ask. Well…I was getting motion sickness from looking at the screen so I thought I’d just ad lib it. As long as two years after that hideous evening a girl came up to me when I worked in the same bar. She claimed that she remembered my performance from two years ago so I guess that I made some kind of impression. Bad Bad BAD.
Today I have a class 1 hangover.
I would like to take some time to describe the stages that a hangover goes through before settling between your eyes.
Class 1: You’re just a little bit shaky; you could even stand being around a disgustingly smelly person. You remember everything from last night and you have no regrets or anxieties over the amount of money you’ve spent getting to the state you’re in. A slight ache has settled behind your eyes, you’re thinking OMG, but really you’re OK.
Class 2: You’re sweating and you’re having a feeling of something being stuck in your throat, you’re bitching and moaning about the fact that it’s not healthy to order two big pack menus at le McDonald’s at 5.30 in the morning, you even tried to flirt yourself to a goddamn Apple pie. You feel stiff and your make up is not all there, you’re dry and you feel f**king ill. You tell yourself that you are OK. You consider going out for some ice cream but then you remember what a damn fuss that is and you spend all day in bed with your aching head and you couldn’t care less for that “Carpe diem” crap.
Class 3: You spend the whole day in the loo; you have sent at least 10 I’m-so-sorry-it-won’t-happen-again messages to your friends. You wonder where that huge bruise is coming from. It must have hurt a lot. The thought of food makes you feel like throwing up. For real! All of your pay check is spent, you have dried Sandman-stuff all over your face and you are bloody lucky if no one have painted something sexually nasty and explicit on your forehead and above all…your miss your parents and feel tiny as a microbe. You’re the loneliest person in the whole wide world.
This man is going to wake up with a class 3 hang over. Congratulations!
Class 4: You could just as well jump off the nearest bridge, (that would be Västerbron in my case) because pal, your f***ed.
The phenomenon of blogging is avalanching. Almost everyone is doing it and those who don’t whish they were.
But why do we blog? Is it to share our pain and sorrow, our happiness, our love, our up’s and down’s with complete strangers? I for one write to get things out of my system, plain and simple.
I used to keep a regular paper diary but one of my crazy ex’s read it. That kind of took the spark out of it or the candidness anyway. Hasse (my only good ex) made me a diary on the Internet via some site he found. You got a login to a “personal space” on this site where you could write away, without any more skills than word processing. This must have been –97 or there about.
When this whole blogging thing appeared I jumped to it, there was no difference from what I was already doing. Some people have asked me why I blog and I always get the feeling that a question like that is really asked in order to determine whether or nor I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow. Which of course I’m not if you ask me =) this is just my personal online diary. And since diaries always get sneak read I might as well right uncandidly, available to anyone, on the Internet.
I mean how nice wouldn’t it be if all your friends kept blogs so that you could check in on them every now and then to se that they are okay? You’re the one determining the level of candidness, you know! =)
There is nothing like coming home to find your apartment spic and span, especially if you’re not the one who did the cleaning. But…short of having Mr. Clean around to do the dirty work, where do you turn? Well, you do it yourself =). Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, just matter-of-factly saying that if there’s no one doing the cleaning for you, you do it yourself. So here it is.
I:
- cleaned the windows (now you can actually see outside)
- vacuumed
- mopped the floors
- watered the plants
- cleared out some old books (to be put on the attic and later sold)
- made the bed (!) that is not every day I can tell you
- cleaned the entire bathroom floor to roof
And all this before noon, I’m proud! =)
There was supposed to be a brunch but now I can’t get in touch with the others so I’m going to go sunbathing instead.
Update: J scolded me for having cleaned house while he was away =) and he’s kind of right, It is both our mess. Instead he made me dinner. He’s great!
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