This pain in my chest
The real reason for me picking up on the blog is actually because I was (and am still) waiting for the latest episode of "How I met your mother" to stream. Kinda' hate having to share the internet, but what can one do, my roomates are pretty great in other aspects (except for one that's constantly occupying the toilet, doing nr 2). Since we moved to Paris we've grown pretty fond of each other, yet all of us find a increasingly growing relationship to food. WE EAT! Partially because we like to cook (insisting all on being in the kitchen at once, eventhough it is 4sqm) but also because we just found a Lidle nearby (score!). Really comes in hand when skipping school to watch 5 hours of BBCs Pride and Prejudice, though I regret having those last 3 muffins (therefore the chest pain) after having gulped a sixpack och "Danone chocolate yaourt" ignoring the fact that I am lactose intolerant. Living the life, Im not always this depressing (My friend "PH" usually switches with me, as if we have a ball of depression continously being tossed between us), Im just not looking forward to our final exam in almost ONE (I said almost) week. French can really make a person think, not only because it's complicated, but because it's deadening and makes one question life, no wonder it's the city people move to and die. I can't blame them, the cemeteries gives room for rest, even when alive it can be a place of thinking and breathing. Won't get snowed in on that (if one might say so in english?) however I miss Sweden and the cold snowy weather, next time somebody comes to visit they'd better bring some!
Finally my episode is ready and I shall leave you to whatever you were doing before this, (i have a problem with ending messages/posts so im just gonna leave it).
Election night
When Cecilia (in the middle) - devastated of loosing - stole "knäckebröd" from the Swedish club in Paris, and I quote her: I didn't get a 4th round at the buffé
I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough
Dear fans,
I suppose you do not exist. Thus I find it an obligation writing to you. Some recent (cinematic) experiences (in the sense of me watching theatrical dramas in the comfort of my own mattress) have enabled me to find inspiration in continuing blogging, however changes will be made. Commencing by me writing in a more casual manner, perhaps about things such as school, friends and ordinary "middleclasseuropeanstudentactivities". As it is so, I wish to with this post declare my relaunching of the blogg, and if you shall ever feel miscontent you shall not hesitate to inform me, possibly throwing me an idea or subject, whatever to be most convenient. Now if I may be excused I must run to the little boys room, have a good night and that will be all.
(Oh, and I will be poppin' in with some pictures of old and new events)
I write to you humble as Amy Winehouse
Dear fans,
I know that you since my announcement - of having created the blogg - have eagerly been awaiting my next enlightening post, and therefore I shall not keep you waiting any further.
This morning I came across the daily newspaper on my way to school, as dissapionted as I am of myself I must say that I at first did not plan on reading this metropolitan peace of paper till I saw the picture of Amy Winehouse, there she was, as ravishing as always, and I could no longer resist reading the magazine. So having jumped all pages about Haiti (again, my appologies) I was finally reunited with my love, but it wasn't untill after I had red the article that I started thinking, and it occured to me that she must be the most unconventional jewish women I have ever come across. Knowing the jewish culture and ethics I can not help wondering, does her parents still love her? I mean, is she not going to hell (don't know if it exists) for what she has done and accomplished, cause let's face it writing a song about NOT going to rehab while obviously still choking on kokain, isn't the brightest way of influencing the public with your celebrity status. So this post is dedicated to you Amy, may the pearly gates open at your footsteps.
Think on, dream on, and live on till you hear from me again.
Dear readers, you are obliged to read this.
Fellow passengers surfing the web, I must say the world of internet truly is fascinating, only during the past few minutes I have managed to come across an old primary school flame, an ad on teen pregnancy, a communication/sex site for the elderly and the word ridonkulous: which btw(something else I have learned through the internet) means awesome/insane. These things could never be found in real life,
well atleast not if you don't search for them desperately. However the making of the internet is probably the second best thing that has ever occured, after life it self (that is complicated but necessary) and before tv (which has been a true friend of mine throughout the years). So thank you God/person we don't know if he exists for creating us who then (indirectly) have created something as beautiful and flawless as the world of internet, for we all know how full of flawes the reality is (exept from math which apparently according to my teacher has no flaws what so ever, I hate math! And my teacher!). Don't mind the last sentence I just have a huge math assignment that is do on wednesday, but screw that, life is to short to be thinking about math and homeworks, so..
Think on, dream on, and live on till you hear from me again. (And you'd better look forward to it)
Good frase, ha?
