I see my own distorted reflection in a thousand brightly coloured spheres. Lights are constantly flashing around me, changing colours, moving, making me feel slightly nauseous. The soothing darkness is pierced by the faint shine from metre upon metre of tinsel in every imaginable colour.
Having a hangover at christmas is very bad. I think the only solution is to keep drinking.
Friday, 21 December 2007
Thursday, 20 December 2007
Tell me what you see
No actionmovie yesterday, horrormovie instead. The second movie I've seen since I came here, almost a month ago. Black Christmas. One of the worst movies I have ever seen. In my life. No plot, no nothing, not even nakednes enough to make up for it, even though all of the characters where sororitygirls. Don't see it, see Texas Chainsaw instead, if you need blood and gore. Texas Chainsaw is a good film.
The traffic system in this city is completely insane, bordering to anarchistic. When they designed the infrastructure here they tried to make it difficult to drive here so that people would'nt. But they do anyways. The big street in the citycenter, Patrick (wich is, of course, short for St. Patrick's street) is a big, heavily trafficated three lane road, arcing trough the city like a big poisonous snake. The only way to get anywhere is to run, death defyingly, across large streets full of swiftly moving cars. If you're lucky, you'll live.
Im slowly learning to drink the water, but only if I hold my breath and think of something else. There was quite a lot of lemons left after the party on friday, and with lots of lemon and ice the water is drinkable. Otherwise I mostly drink the water from the watercoolers at work, or I buy water, even though it's expensive. I just hate the chlorine taste. I don't even like brushing my teeth in it. I can smell it when I'm showering and when I do the dishes. It smells poisonous and sharp. In Sweden I did'nt even like swimming in pools.
Since it's almost christmas, they feed us sweets every day. It's insane. I am so full all the time.
Our pay is late. It should have come in today, but it did'nt.
The traffic system in this city is completely insane, bordering to anarchistic. When they designed the infrastructure here they tried to make it difficult to drive here so that people would'nt. But they do anyways. The big street in the citycenter, Patrick (wich is, of course, short for St. Patrick's street) is a big, heavily trafficated three lane road, arcing trough the city like a big poisonous snake. The only way to get anywhere is to run, death defyingly, across large streets full of swiftly moving cars. If you're lucky, you'll live.
Im slowly learning to drink the water, but only if I hold my breath and think of something else. There was quite a lot of lemons left after the party on friday, and with lots of lemon and ice the water is drinkable. Otherwise I mostly drink the water from the watercoolers at work, or I buy water, even though it's expensive. I just hate the chlorine taste. I don't even like brushing my teeth in it. I can smell it when I'm showering and when I do the dishes. It smells poisonous and sharp. In Sweden I did'nt even like swimming in pools.
Since it's almost christmas, they feed us sweets every day. It's insane. I am so full all the time.
Our pay is late. It should have come in today, but it did'nt.
Wednesday, 19 December 2007
Just keep swimming
Some days are just about keeping your head above the surface and closing down you mind and your heart.
Some days are great, most days are. But some days you just have to take a deep breath and get through it. You just focus on the outside world and you stop feeling.
Anyhow; catholic schoolgirls rule.
Yesterday we got presents! A big basket of wine, chocolates and other goodies! And giftvouchers worth 50 euros. Nice.
Tonight, actionmovie at home.
Some days are great, most days are. But some days you just have to take a deep breath and get through it. You just focus on the outside world and you stop feeling.
Anyhow; catholic schoolgirls rule.
Yesterday we got presents! A big basket of wine, chocolates and other goodies! And giftvouchers worth 50 euros. Nice.
Tonight, actionmovie at home.
Monday, 17 December 2007
Survivor
So this weekend was a bit chaos and mayhem. But I'm ok. The party on friday was wild, crazy and lasted for about sixteen hours. On saturday I had the greatest hangover-day ever, with apple pie, pizza, youtube and nice people. On sunday, shopping. Nice. Bought a well-needed sweater.
Iv'e stayed out of the house most of the weekend, and when I came home on sunday evening the livingroom and kitchen was tidy again. Wich was nice. And later on Gaël came back from his trip to Dublin with a blender, wich was also nice.
The most amazing part of all this was that I actually wasn't extremely hungover on saturday. I was hungover, but not tequila-shots-from-a-mug kind of hungover.
Well, monday is over and I have to go to the postoffice.
Iv'e stayed out of the house most of the weekend, and when I came home on sunday evening the livingroom and kitchen was tidy again. Wich was nice. And later on Gaël came back from his trip to Dublin with a blender, wich was also nice.
The most amazing part of all this was that I actually wasn't extremely hungover on saturday. I was hungover, but not tequila-shots-from-a-mug kind of hungover.
Well, monday is over and I have to go to the postoffice.
Friday, 14 December 2007
Strange dreams... and also: weekend again.
So, last night was first very warm, because I turned up the heater to much, and after only half-waking and turning it off completely for some reason, very cold. So I woke up from a strange and very real nightmare with a very sore throat and a devilish headache (I always believe in that one beer, but there's allways at least three. At least when you go out with Louis).
In the dream (in the end of the dream) I was attacked by a small old lady, she grabbed my bike and I knew that she was going to kill me. I hit her with my elbow in her face, but she only got stronger, her face wrinkled wierdly and her teeth got sharp and pointy. She tried to grab my arm but I managed to get free, but I had to keep hitting her to keep her teeth away from me. I just wanted to punch her face in, break her nose, but she just kept mutating, babbling, and suddenly I was able to make out a few words from her insane ranting. I turned around and shouted to my friend (or possibly girlfriend) "Make a light!" She looked at me without comprehenshion, I kept shouting, now using all my attention to fight off the old lady who had almost trasformed completely into a tree-like monster with long, sharp teeth and fingers like sharp, spiky twigs. At some point the girl understood that she had some kind of power to help me, and between me and the tree-monster-lady a sharp, white, cold light appeared, like a silent and slow explosion, and then I woke up.
Today has been kind of slow. Or, I have been slow, there's been quite a lot of calls. 32 so far, wich really isn't much compared to, for example, Sara, who sits across the desk from me. She has maybe 60 calls per day. But since I'm new I'm on low priority, and so far I've had around 20 calls per day. Alright, I know this is not very interesting. But the point was that I have been very tired all day, but it's better now, only one hour left untill the weekend actually begins. The week has been insanely short. Tonight we party. Tomorrow I'm taking the longest bath ever.
In the dream (in the end of the dream) I was attacked by a small old lady, she grabbed my bike and I knew that she was going to kill me. I hit her with my elbow in her face, but she only got stronger, her face wrinkled wierdly and her teeth got sharp and pointy. She tried to grab my arm but I managed to get free, but I had to keep hitting her to keep her teeth away from me. I just wanted to punch her face in, break her nose, but she just kept mutating, babbling, and suddenly I was able to make out a few words from her insane ranting. I turned around and shouted to my friend (or possibly girlfriend) "Make a light!" She looked at me without comprehenshion, I kept shouting, now using all my attention to fight off the old lady who had almost trasformed completely into a tree-like monster with long, sharp teeth and fingers like sharp, spiky twigs. At some point the girl understood that she had some kind of power to help me, and between me and the tree-monster-lady a sharp, white, cold light appeared, like a silent and slow explosion, and then I woke up.
Today has been kind of slow. Or, I have been slow, there's been quite a lot of calls. 32 so far, wich really isn't much compared to, for example, Sara, who sits across the desk from me. She has maybe 60 calls per day. But since I'm new I'm on low priority, and so far I've had around 20 calls per day. Alright, I know this is not very interesting. But the point was that I have been very tired all day, but it's better now, only one hour left untill the weekend actually begins. The week has been insanely short. Tonight we party. Tomorrow I'm taking the longest bath ever.
Thursday, 13 December 2007
I'm dreaming of a white christmas...tree
Today the french guys told me that they found a white christmastree! They are the sweetest people ever to come out of France, I'm sure.
And the money I've been waiting for turned up... In someone elses account. Luckily, this someone turned out to be my desk-neighbour and housebuddy Nikolaj! (That's the danish one.) What are the odds?
And tomorrow, the official house warming party!
So yes, life is good, very good, but there's a shadow behind it all, of course, as usual. There has to be I guess.
Talking to Maia and Emilia is always good.
And the money I've been waiting for turned up... In someone elses account. Luckily, this someone turned out to be my desk-neighbour and housebuddy Nikolaj! (That's the danish one.) What are the odds?
And tomorrow, the official house warming party!
So yes, life is good, very good, but there's a shadow behind it all, of course, as usual. There has to be I guess.
Talking to Maia and Emilia is always good.
It's official
Christmas. It's here. Like a bad hollywood filmtriology, only it's not a triology, it goes on for ever. It's here again, with basically the same plot, setting, soundtrack and characters as every year.
Well, this year it's different. Exept for the soundtrack that is. But anyhow, it started for real yesterday. I ate the first gingerbread dough of the year. We made lussekatts, peppercookies and knäck. (I don't want to translate it better. It feels wrong.) I even had some glögg! It was great. Today we will Lussa at work, as soon as Sara finds some tinsel.
Well, this year it's different. Exept for the soundtrack that is. But anyhow, it started for real yesterday. I ate the first gingerbread dough of the year. We made lussekatts, peppercookies and knäck. (I don't want to translate it better. It feels wrong.) I even had some glögg! It was great. Today we will Lussa at work, as soon as Sara finds some tinsel.
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