I miss my Boyfriend. I miss him a lot! You'd think we'd be able to be apart for 6 weeks and not whinge about it as we for the majority of the 6,5 years we've been together have been in different countries. It's funny how you adapt to a new situation - living together - and how easy it is to forget the months that used to pass before we were able to see each other again.
My sleep is undisturbed when I'm away. No snoring, no kicking, no waking up in the middle of the night cos Boyfriend need the loo, no Boyfriend that cuddles up behind and is 100C hot, no chest-/backhair that tickles my nose, no fighting over the duvet or bedspace. I sleep well here but at the same time not.
I miss all the above mentioned (apart from the backhair). And I miss it alot. I don't care that he's got a bladder the size of a pea or that he kicks out right before falling asleep (I can always kick back) and the bedhogging, well- I think I do most of that anyway and that he then needs to wake me up to get me to move over to my side.
I miss going to the grocerystore together. I miss him saying "We don't really need that, Ems." I miss being annoyed with him for leaving his horrible CDs everywhere. I might even miss the way he throws his laundry everywhere but in the laundrybasket but I haven't made up my mind about that just yet...
I don't know how we managed to stay together by talking on the phone only. But we did and that's probably for a reason so the next 2 weeks apart shouldn't be too difficult to endure. I don't think that another 6 weeks apart will happen for a while though...maybe in 6 years and we're sick of the sight of one another. But by then I will have gotten control over his backhair - even if it's the last thing I do!
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Friday, 29 June 2007
Haircut & Bruce Willis
I'm a chicken. I fancy just chopping it all off and walk away with hair wild and really really cool. I havea picture that I like but I fear it needs a lot of attention. I'm not very good when it comes to paying my hair attention. A bit of a comb through and some spray (if I feel like doing somethig special) and voilá... there's no point in spending lots and lots of time as the tiniest bit of wind makes it flat and well... just flat. I wish I had curly, volumous hair. That'd be nice.
Just to have super short hair but am not allowed to cut it. Boyfriend says he'll dump me. To be honest, I'm not sure I want to cut it. It made me look older and it took f o r e v e r to grow to where it is today. Am sure I don't have enought patience to wait that long - again.
Watched Alien Vs Predator the other night. It won't change my life. I've never seen a Predator movie so that was nice. They're not the most exciting aliens I've ever seen but a helluva lot better than the Alien creature. I'd pick Predator anyday + one of the Predators was nice towards that girl (pretty of course) so they're not all that bad. Bruce Willis is still my action hero though and am looking forward to Die Hard 4.0 -whenever I'll get to see it. Might ask Brother if he fancies coming along...
Yippee-ki-yay!
Just to have super short hair but am not allowed to cut it. Boyfriend says he'll dump me. To be honest, I'm not sure I want to cut it. It made me look older and it took f o r e v e r to grow to where it is today. Am sure I don't have enought patience to wait that long - again.
Watched Alien Vs Predator the other night. It won't change my life. I've never seen a Predator movie so that was nice. They're not the most exciting aliens I've ever seen but a helluva lot better than the Alien creature. I'd pick Predator anyday + one of the Predators was nice towards that girl (pretty of course) so they're not all that bad. Bruce Willis is still my action hero though and am looking forward to Die Hard 4.0 -whenever I'll get to see it. Might ask Brother if he fancies coming along...
Yippee-ki-yay!
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Philosophy buddy
Found a friend on Facebook that I took 1st year philosophy with. Haven't spoken to her for ages but she's awesome and really good fun. She's one of those rare people you just instantly "click" with and no matter how often (or in our case not so often) you e-mail or meet up, it's just to pick it up and continue from where you left it. Great girl! She reminded me of philosophy and how much I enjoyed taking the courses at Shef Uni (apart from Philosophy of Space and Time which was just "duh?") and that Philosophy is everywhere and everything... This is a good example that I've stolen from her facebook page...
from Grey's Anatomy..
Christina, holding the key Burke gave her to his apartment:What is this?
Burke: It's a key
Christina: Why?
Burke: Why is it a key? Are we feeling existential this morning?
This is such a good example to use when teaching. It helps students (and me) to think about stuff that relates to our world and not perhaps something that happened x-thousands of years ago. Same goes for RE and literature etc.
Thanks Laura for reminding me!!!
from Grey's Anatomy..
Christina, holding the key Burke gave her to his apartment:What is this?
Burke: It's a key
Christina: Why?
Burke: Why is it a key? Are we feeling existential this morning?
This is such a good example to use when teaching. It helps students (and me) to think about stuff that relates to our world and not perhaps something that happened x-thousands of years ago. Same goes for RE and literature etc.
Thanks Laura for reminding me!!!
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
My Confession
Al right, so here it is. I must admit to it. It was at a weak moment and it was pretty darned hot up in that attic.
I was in the attic to pick out some books to read. I couldn't be arsed looking for my librarycard and drive for a half an hour or so to get to the library and would have had to go to the same place to buy a new book. So to be a good little saver and recycler I thought I'd re-read some of my old books.
Here's the deal. I have a lot of books. LOADS. and they're all packed away up in the attic to enable me to get into my room without being buried under 2 tons of books. That would be silly. I have 36 huge boxes with nothing but books. I don't want to think about the amount of money I've spent but never mind. A lot of the books come from my maternal grandparent's home. I was asked what I wanted after they'd died and I said,(among other things); I want a free pick from their library. They all thought that was ok since I'm the only bookworm in the family and it paid off as I am now the prod owner of some rare books (probably boring as shit but they're mine).
It so happens that when I was in the attic, it was dead hot. It was about 28 C outside and probably about 38 C in the attic. I was sweating. A lot. I realised that to get to the books I wanted I'd have to move loads of the boxes. I did not fancy that so I made a deal with myself. I told myself that whatever was in the top box, I'd read it. I opened it up and what did I see?
Romance novels and loads of 'em!
When I was 12 or so I was really into Harlequin (Mills & Boon) etc. so I got loads from my uncle's wife (the only good to have come out of that bitch) and for whatever reason they've stayed in my possession since...
Oh well, I was a bit put off reading as I'd planned to sit in the sun with a really graphic crime/detective book but a deal is a deal. So I packed a bag full of the little things, hid them from my grandmother's sight (I was embarrassed) and brought them home to the sunlounger.
I think I've read about 40 of them in the past week (or less) and they're all more or less the same. Some are better and some are really bad!
The heroine is either a lost and insecure virgin or a woman who has been hurt in a previous - or several - relationship/s. A lot of the times they've been told that they are frigid little things. The heroine walks through life and is basically on her way of becoming a horrid bitter little spinster, frowning and snarling towards the poor men (who, according to her, are all bastards). And then.... She meets him! the man who she at first hates with a vengeance but little by little she understands that oh no, she loves him ever so much! This doesn't happen until they've had some encounters where the man in some way or another forces himself on her. At first she struggles but when she realises that he is too strong for her she gives in and after a little sigh moans his name and run her fingers through his hair while being pressed up against his muscular torso, wrapped in his sweltering arms and also manages to acknowledge the fact that there's something really big and hard pressed against her thigh or tummy as most of the females are short and waferthin - there aren't a lot of hurricanes in this sort of books and that's probably for the best as all the girls would blow away rather than just blow. Oh forgive me, I don't mean "blow". I mean "touching his towering manhood with her trembling lips"...
Like I said, some are good and some aren't. but they have all managed to amuse me in one way or another. What amazes me is that there must be a specific thesaurus for romance novel authors. They have a zillion different words for "horney" and "male genitalia", God forbid that the word penis should be mentioned, and they never seem to run out of them... and that amuses the hell out off me!
I'm quite happy about having read them despite it not being the gory murders I had planned to read. It's been fun but if you ask me I'll simply say;
"Me? Reading romance novels? Not in my life! I am an independent woman who does not need that sort of romance. If I want flowers, I'll buy them myself!"
And then I'll go and leave subtle hints to Boyfriend that he ought to take me out to a nice restaurant, give me flowers and finally take me to bed and make tender love to celebrate the fact that I am a modern and independent woman with no need for that sort of nonsense....
(This is for Boyfriend: I do need that sort of stuff so don't you be getting any ideas!)
I was in the attic to pick out some books to read. I couldn't be arsed looking for my librarycard and drive for a half an hour or so to get to the library and would have had to go to the same place to buy a new book. So to be a good little saver and recycler I thought I'd re-read some of my old books.
Here's the deal. I have a lot of books. LOADS. and they're all packed away up in the attic to enable me to get into my room without being buried under 2 tons of books. That would be silly. I have 36 huge boxes with nothing but books. I don't want to think about the amount of money I've spent but never mind. A lot of the books come from my maternal grandparent's home. I was asked what I wanted after they'd died and I said,(among other things); I want a free pick from their library. They all thought that was ok since I'm the only bookworm in the family and it paid off as I am now the prod owner of some rare books (probably boring as shit but they're mine).
It so happens that when I was in the attic, it was dead hot. It was about 28 C outside and probably about 38 C in the attic. I was sweating. A lot. I realised that to get to the books I wanted I'd have to move loads of the boxes. I did not fancy that so I made a deal with myself. I told myself that whatever was in the top box, I'd read it. I opened it up and what did I see?
Romance novels and loads of 'em!
When I was 12 or so I was really into Harlequin (Mills & Boon) etc. so I got loads from my uncle's wife (the only good to have come out of that bitch) and for whatever reason they've stayed in my possession since...
Oh well, I was a bit put off reading as I'd planned to sit in the sun with a really graphic crime/detective book but a deal is a deal. So I packed a bag full of the little things, hid them from my grandmother's sight (I was embarrassed) and brought them home to the sunlounger.
I think I've read about 40 of them in the past week (or less) and they're all more or less the same. Some are better and some are really bad!
The heroine is either a lost and insecure virgin or a woman who has been hurt in a previous - or several - relationship/s. A lot of the times they've been told that they are frigid little things. The heroine walks through life and is basically on her way of becoming a horrid bitter little spinster, frowning and snarling towards the poor men (who, according to her, are all bastards). And then.... She meets him! the man who she at first hates with a vengeance but little by little she understands that oh no, she loves him ever so much! This doesn't happen until they've had some encounters where the man in some way or another forces himself on her. At first she struggles but when she realises that he is too strong for her she gives in and after a little sigh moans his name and run her fingers through his hair while being pressed up against his muscular torso, wrapped in his sweltering arms and also manages to acknowledge the fact that there's something really big and hard pressed against her thigh or tummy as most of the females are short and waferthin - there aren't a lot of hurricanes in this sort of books and that's probably for the best as all the girls would blow away rather than just blow. Oh forgive me, I don't mean "blow". I mean "touching his towering manhood with her trembling lips"...
Like I said, some are good and some aren't. but they have all managed to amuse me in one way or another. What amazes me is that there must be a specific thesaurus for romance novel authors. They have a zillion different words for "horney" and "male genitalia", God forbid that the word penis should be mentioned, and they never seem to run out of them... and that amuses the hell out off me!
I'm quite happy about having read them despite it not being the gory murders I had planned to read. It's been fun but if you ask me I'll simply say;
"Me? Reading romance novels? Not in my life! I am an independent woman who does not need that sort of romance. If I want flowers, I'll buy them myself!"
And then I'll go and leave subtle hints to Boyfriend that he ought to take me out to a nice restaurant, give me flowers and finally take me to bed and make tender love to celebrate the fact that I am a modern and independent woman with no need for that sort of nonsense....
(This is for Boyfriend: I do need that sort of stuff so don't you be getting any ideas!)
Monday, 25 June 2007
Sheffield is Flooded!
Our flat is in the worst affected area in Sheffield!!! The River Don is just a little more than 2 metres below our balcony. It may sound a like a lot but it's usually about 6...
Boyfriend left car at hospital and walked home. Water on groundfloor reaches to a third up the liftdoors! 1st floor flats should be ok but no one can get anywhere!
SKYNews are showing pictures that you're only used to see when it comes to flooding in places like China and Bangladesh etc.
Holy crap!
The picture is taken from inside our building area and showing the main gate... it's unbelievable!
(photo taken by Nicola Roddis)
Boyfriend left car at hospital and walked home. Water on groundfloor reaches to a third up the liftdoors! 1st floor flats should be ok but no one can get anywhere!
SKYNews are showing pictures that you're only used to see when it comes to flooding in places like China and Bangladesh etc.
Holy crap!
The picture is taken from inside our building area and showing the main gate... it's unbelievable!
(photo taken by Nicola Roddis)
Nothing to report
Nothing's happened. I'm not doing anything but reading outside on the porch. Have gone through loads of old books from the attic. Good ones, crap ones. It makes the day go by.
I think I might start painting a house tomorrow. It depends on the weather and if dad goes to pick up the paint later on today.
My friend who's pregnant is only one day away from delivering. They've decided not to have her go full term as the baby so huge and she's so tiny. She's still doing it the natural way though. I would have demanded a c-section with such a big baby. The tearing, oh the tearing! I'm not even close to planning getting pregnant and this scares the crap out of me. perhaps she isn't aware of the tearing. Ignorance is a bliss in many situations. This must be one of them.
Me in the future:
Excuse me nurse! Can I have 2 of all the pills in the pharmacy, please? And something that'll knock me out until the little shit is 18 and has gone off to Uni. And please keep the stitches small... Aww, that's so kind. Thank you!
I think I might start painting a house tomorrow. It depends on the weather and if dad goes to pick up the paint later on today.
My friend who's pregnant is only one day away from delivering. They've decided not to have her go full term as the baby so huge and she's so tiny. She's still doing it the natural way though. I would have demanded a c-section with such a big baby. The tearing, oh the tearing! I'm not even close to planning getting pregnant and this scares the crap out of me. perhaps she isn't aware of the tearing. Ignorance is a bliss in many situations. This must be one of them.
Me in the future:
Excuse me nurse! Can I have 2 of all the pills in the pharmacy, please? And something that'll knock me out until the little shit is 18 and has gone off to Uni. And please keep the stitches small... Aww, that's so kind. Thank you!
Saturday, 23 June 2007
Midsummer's Eve
So, another year and another Midsummer's Eve. It's one of my favourite holidays and I think it's because it's mostly dedicated to meeting up with people you haven't seen for ages.
For example, there's this guy I sort of know and he's really funny ad we get along great. The only time we see each other, however, is on Midsummer's Eve. This time he'd brought his girlfriend and she turned out to be just as great as him. So you meet up with people you haven's seen for a while and you get to meet new people through them. I like it and it's fun to dabce around the "midsommar stång". We did the little frog and pig dance, "Grandma's little crow" and the rocket - but we weren't very good at remembering the lyrics. It may have had something to do with the quantity of alcohol that had been consumed beforehand. I had 2 beers and a good part of a champagne bottle, I was tipsy in a nice and relaxed way.
Everyone thought it was really funny that I've lived a life as a "housewife" for the past 2 months. They say it wasn't what they'd expected me to do and I had to endure plenty jokes about it but I can't say I was offended as I too find it amusing.
Brother came to pick me up and I fell asleep on the way home - I'm getting a bit old for hoppin' around like a frog and stay up so late... I have a year to recover from this midsummer's eve and prepare for next years. That should be fun!
For example, there's this guy I sort of know and he's really funny ad we get along great. The only time we see each other, however, is on Midsummer's Eve. This time he'd brought his girlfriend and she turned out to be just as great as him. So you meet up with people you haven's seen for a while and you get to meet new people through them. I like it and it's fun to dabce around the "midsommar stång". We did the little frog and pig dance, "Grandma's little crow" and the rocket - but we weren't very good at remembering the lyrics. It may have had something to do with the quantity of alcohol that had been consumed beforehand. I had 2 beers and a good part of a champagne bottle, I was tipsy in a nice and relaxed way.
Everyone thought it was really funny that I've lived a life as a "housewife" for the past 2 months. They say it wasn't what they'd expected me to do and I had to endure plenty jokes about it but I can't say I was offended as I too find it amusing.
Brother came to pick me up and I fell asleep on the way home - I'm getting a bit old for hoppin' around like a frog and stay up so late... I have a year to recover from this midsummer's eve and prepare for next years. That should be fun!
Wednesday, 20 June 2007
Why do weird people approach me!
Spent the day shopping. Not fun-shopping. More boring, necessary stuff - like food and washing detergent. Mom is using her "I've had a hip-replacement" excuse as to not having to go shopping so that leaves me as both dad and brother are working.
It's been boiling hot today, again, and I was not the only one looking a bit flustered at Coop -
(Oh My God, there's a woman giving birth on telly. It should be illegal showing that sort of stuff! Miracle of life - bahumbug! It's f-ing disgisting! That's what it is!)
Back to shopping; I was debating whether getting sliced granary bread or un-sliced granary bread when a man comes up to me. He looked very hot and it scared me a bit as I didn't fancy having to help out if he were to faint or die right there and then (trust me, he looked close to kickin' it). He looks at me and my dilemma and says,
"You ought to do something about this darned weather!"
Hello?
Do I look like God?
Well, I do see myself as a sort of godess but not the God. He's got a beard and sandals from Scholl's. I shave my legs and in other places and I don't have a beard (yet).
I could not think of anything to say so I just said: "Sliced it is!" and then I pushed my trolly towards the fruit and veg. I don't know what happened to the red man but I might have to ask my dear friend God to make sure people know that I am unable to deal with the weather. Ask me about shoes and pretty handsbags instead. I mean, have you ever seen a pic of G-man wearing socks and sandals? No, and that's thanks to moi. Puhleeease!
It's been boiling hot today, again, and I was not the only one looking a bit flustered at Coop -
(Oh My God, there's a woman giving birth on telly. It should be illegal showing that sort of stuff! Miracle of life - bahumbug! It's f-ing disgisting! That's what it is!)
Back to shopping; I was debating whether getting sliced granary bread or un-sliced granary bread when a man comes up to me. He looked very hot and it scared me a bit as I didn't fancy having to help out if he were to faint or die right there and then (trust me, he looked close to kickin' it). He looks at me and my dilemma and says,
"You ought to do something about this darned weather!"
Hello?
Do I look like God?
Well, I do see myself as a sort of godess but not the God. He's got a beard and sandals from Scholl's. I shave my legs and in other places and I don't have a beard (yet).
I could not think of anything to say so I just said: "Sliced it is!" and then I pushed my trolly towards the fruit and veg. I don't know what happened to the red man but I might have to ask my dear friend God to make sure people know that I am unable to deal with the weather. Ask me about shoes and pretty handsbags instead. I mean, have you ever seen a pic of G-man wearing socks and sandals? No, and that's thanks to moi. Puhleeease!
Monday, 18 June 2007
One of my blonde moments
Having spent so uch time in England in the past 6,5 years, I have gained knowledge in areas I never thought I would or want to know things about. Drugs is one such area...
I've been broght up in a community of approx. 1200 people. I don't think I need to say that everuone knew everyone (it's changed a bit now) and some cultures have their boogeyman that they scare kids with. In my childhood there was a person living in the village and parents used to say: "If you don't behave and do well in school you'll be just like Knarkar Karro!" Karro was a girl who used to do drugs hence the nickname "Druggie Karro".
I don't think I've ever seen this Karro-girl but it was effective... To me there are no light drugs or heavy drugs. Drugs are drugs. My parents are sooo proud!
Anyway, not everyone sees drugs the way I do and studying in England made me aware of this but it also made me realise how gullible and incredible naïve I am when it comes to drugs. One example of that is when I visited Boyfriend and they had a houseparty. All housemates had friends coming from all parts of England, which was great fun but it sadly showed me as the stereotypical blonde through and through. Not only did I cry a bit when my best compact powder broke into little tiny pieces (it was shit-expensive and do you know how hard it is to find a powder that works with my skintone??!) but I was completely and utterly ignorant when it came to why the partypeople where so happy. "Aww, aren't they all very friendly and so happy? I really like british people..."
In the midst of preparation for the party I was in the kitchen and someone was playing some kind of TV-game (another area I'm clueless in). He asked me who I was and where I was from and the inevitable question "Have you ever been in a porn movie" came up.. (I have not!) And then he asked me; "Are you going to do Charlie tonight?" I thought he was a bit strange and replied what I thought was the correct answer; "No. I'm -eh - D's girlfriend [I just told you that you prat]. I'm with D!" I probably spoke the last bit as if I was talking to someone of very low intelligence, an amoeba or something similar.
Luckily Boyfriend had heard the conversation and came in and just said "No, she is not." He then dragged me up to his room and explained that "Charlie" is not a person but another word for Cocaine. "Ooohhhh!"
I then tried to avoid the guy for the rest of the night but I'm sure he had fun getting to know me...
I still haven't learnt the meaning of "Charlie" and there are many a jokes that just pass me by as I don't get it... "Who's this Charlie again, is he cute??" - "Awww, Ems!!"
I've been broght up in a community of approx. 1200 people. I don't think I need to say that everuone knew everyone (it's changed a bit now) and some cultures have their boogeyman that they scare kids with. In my childhood there was a person living in the village and parents used to say: "If you don't behave and do well in school you'll be just like Knarkar Karro!" Karro was a girl who used to do drugs hence the nickname "Druggie Karro".
I don't think I've ever seen this Karro-girl but it was effective... To me there are no light drugs or heavy drugs. Drugs are drugs. My parents are sooo proud!
Anyway, not everyone sees drugs the way I do and studying in England made me aware of this but it also made me realise how gullible and incredible naïve I am when it comes to drugs. One example of that is when I visited Boyfriend and they had a houseparty. All housemates had friends coming from all parts of England, which was great fun but it sadly showed me as the stereotypical blonde through and through. Not only did I cry a bit when my best compact powder broke into little tiny pieces (it was shit-expensive and do you know how hard it is to find a powder that works with my skintone??!) but I was completely and utterly ignorant when it came to why the partypeople where so happy. "Aww, aren't they all very friendly and so happy? I really like british people..."
In the midst of preparation for the party I was in the kitchen and someone was playing some kind of TV-game (another area I'm clueless in). He asked me who I was and where I was from and the inevitable question "Have you ever been in a porn movie" came up.. (I have not!) And then he asked me; "Are you going to do Charlie tonight?" I thought he was a bit strange and replied what I thought was the correct answer; "No. I'm -eh - D's girlfriend [I just told you that you prat]. I'm with D!" I probably spoke the last bit as if I was talking to someone of very low intelligence, an amoeba or something similar.
Luckily Boyfriend had heard the conversation and came in and just said "No, she is not." He then dragged me up to his room and explained that "Charlie" is not a person but another word for Cocaine. "Ooohhhh!"
I then tried to avoid the guy for the rest of the night but I'm sure he had fun getting to know me...
I still haven't learnt the meaning of "Charlie" and there are many a jokes that just pass me by as I don't get it... "Who's this Charlie again, is he cute??" - "Awww, Ems!!"
back in touch
Facebook is great! Boyfriend got me on to it and I have not regretted it for a second. I admit that i haven't got as many friends on it as most people. I can only say that it hasn't really caught on in Sweden yet and I am, admittedly, terrible at staying in touch with people. E-mail and blogging has made it easier but I am still quite bad. Sorry!
So, back to Facebook - Shortly after I had signed on I searched for the boy and girl in my American family. And Lord behold: I found them! So now I'm up to date on what goes on in their lives and have seen how mcuh they've grown which sadly means that I've gotten old... But still, it's good fun. E is blogging about her experiences working for the Clinton Foundation HIV/AIDS Initiative in Liberia. It sounds awesome and it's really great being "back in touch"! I have missed them all but never got round to do anything about it so I'm really pleased about it being so easy "nowadays".
Thank you technology, Facebook and blogging!
So, back to Facebook - Shortly after I had signed on I searched for the boy and girl in my American family. And Lord behold: I found them! So now I'm up to date on what goes on in their lives and have seen how mcuh they've grown which sadly means that I've gotten old... But still, it's good fun. E is blogging about her experiences working for the Clinton Foundation HIV/AIDS Initiative in Liberia. It sounds awesome and it's really great being "back in touch"! I have missed them all but never got round to do anything about it so I'm really pleased about it being so easy "nowadays".
Thank you technology, Facebook and blogging!
part 2
Anyway, I had a really good time being back at school/work. I love the atmosphere they have there and I was upset about not being back "properly". It hurts having to quit a job like that as I know I'll never find a place like it. I can still remember my first day and it was scary but I was so lucky to start at the same time as a"new year" and they were absolutely lovely! A lot of them are the kind of people you'd like to hang out with on a personal basis. It's just that I am way older than them and they were my students so.... but great, great people! I'll miss my own class but I'll also miss Anna's class - alot - she too, had great students and they made my work so much fun and a lot easier! I just hope they'll have a great future and perhaps remember me with a little bit of fondness and not just as a moody bitch.
"My" girls seemed really happy to see me and they said they'd missed me and the way I hounded them when they'd failed to hand in work whatever subject. I can only say that I've missed them loads as well and I hope we can stay in touch even though Sofia and Ida have graduated. They're my little sweethearts.
After the graduation ceremony I was "sent off" with a speech that made me cry and that made A & A cry as well. No one laughed so I guess they realise that I was genuinely upset. I tried not to cry but it was impossible. I'll miss them a lot!
They gave me a lovely necklace that I adore and two really pretty cocktail glasses. The best present, however, was a letter in which they'd put what they thought when they thought of me. It was all good fun but most of all, very sweet and something I'll treasure forever...
I then had to take the nighttrain home. The trip was alright and I had 2 seats all to myself despite the train being full. Don't ask me how that sums up but it suited me just fine.
This past week has been really busy as we've prepared for my brother's graduation and it all went to plan 3 days ago (on saturday). there were loads of people here and it was good fun to see my cousins again. I also sorted my younger cousin out with a phonenumber to a hottie (a guest) as she didn't want to ask for herself. I did say that the number wasn't for me personally but you never know what people think...
"My" girls seemed really happy to see me and they said they'd missed me and the way I hounded them when they'd failed to hand in work whatever subject. I can only say that I've missed them loads as well and I hope we can stay in touch even though Sofia and Ida have graduated. They're my little sweethearts.
After the graduation ceremony I was "sent off" with a speech that made me cry and that made A & A cry as well. No one laughed so I guess they realise that I was genuinely upset. I tried not to cry but it was impossible. I'll miss them a lot!
They gave me a lovely necklace that I adore and two really pretty cocktail glasses. The best present, however, was a letter in which they'd put what they thought when they thought of me. It was all good fun but most of all, very sweet and something I'll treasure forever...
I then had to take the nighttrain home. The trip was alright and I had 2 seats all to myself despite the train being full. Don't ask me how that sums up but it suited me just fine.
This past week has been really busy as we've prepared for my brother's graduation and it all went to plan 3 days ago (on saturday). there were loads of people here and it was good fun to see my cousins again. I also sorted my younger cousin out with a phonenumber to a hottie (a guest) as she didn't want to ask for herself. I did say that the number wasn't for me personally but you never know what people think...
Monday, 11 June 2007
My week in Jämtland part 1
It's been a while and I have valid excuses/explanations and whatever else it's called.
Travelled to Östersund from Manchester last monday (4/6). And all was well in the airport bookshop despite the fact that I did buy "The God Delusion" to give as a present. Well, all was well until I was to pass through the securitychecks...
They always (!!) single me out and it's really beginning to piss me off! I know that I am the perfect person who fits the description of "white female, aged 25-30" and I do understand that they need to do these check but it's getting tiring.
I had to take my shoes off, and my socks (I had cute socks on though) and they searched my bag and whoopedidoooooo! They found -and kept- my migraine tablets. As if I was going to slip one into the capten's coffee or someting and I could feel a potential migraine coming on and the hassle at the sec-gate didn't exaclt help either.
If it's airport rage they're waiting for; they've got one coming and it'll be n a s t y!
Anyway, I did get a proper migraine which isn't something you want when flying. The pressure alone is a killer and then to be placed right next to the engines on both flights!! I think you can imagine my pain!
I managed to surpress it failry well until I got to A & P's house, where I vomited and could not be of much assistance when cooking or even eat the glorious meal they'd prepared. I was ever so embarrassed! Luckily I had some more migraine tablets in my luggage (mummy's advice) so it did pass over night but I was not a happy camper.
The next day I hopped along to school to say hi to everyone and my girls, Sofia and Ida, were really happy to see me and a lot of the other students (3rd and 2nd years) seemed pleasantly surpised and happy that I'd come to visit them.
It was good fun to see them again!
More to follow....
Travelled to Östersund from Manchester last monday (4/6). And all was well in the airport bookshop despite the fact that I did buy "The God Delusion" to give as a present. Well, all was well until I was to pass through the securitychecks...
They always (!!) single me out and it's really beginning to piss me off! I know that I am the perfect person who fits the description of "white female, aged 25-30" and I do understand that they need to do these check but it's getting tiring.
I had to take my shoes off, and my socks (I had cute socks on though) and they searched my bag and whoopedidoooooo! They found -and kept- my migraine tablets. As if I was going to slip one into the capten's coffee or someting and I could feel a potential migraine coming on and the hassle at the sec-gate didn't exaclt help either.
If it's airport rage they're waiting for; they've got one coming and it'll be n a s t y!
Anyway, I did get a proper migraine which isn't something you want when flying. The pressure alone is a killer and then to be placed right next to the engines on both flights!! I think you can imagine my pain!
I managed to surpress it failry well until I got to A & P's house, where I vomited and could not be of much assistance when cooking or even eat the glorious meal they'd prepared. I was ever so embarrassed! Luckily I had some more migraine tablets in my luggage (mummy's advice) so it did pass over night but I was not a happy camper.
The next day I hopped along to school to say hi to everyone and my girls, Sofia and Ida, were really happy to see me and a lot of the other students (3rd and 2nd years) seemed pleasantly surpised and happy that I'd come to visit them.
It was good fun to see them again!
More to follow....
Friday, 1 June 2007
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