Friday 18 January 2008

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Well. It's friday and I'm seriously getting a flu or something. Yesterday we had dinner at Hannah and Ida's new place, and we watched Coach Carter because Ida wanted to see the fit boys with no shirts. It was quite amusing. We also had a absolutely fabulous chocolate cake, made by me, Sara and Amalie.

Not so very amusing is the fact that I can hardly open my mouth from the pain in my left jaw. Tomorrow Sweeny Todd opens. We were supposed to see Kite Runner tonight but it's on to early. So saturday or sunday we will see either Sweeny Todd or Kite Runner. Life is interesting, huh?

Also looking forward to antoher saturday of Buffy and lemsip.

The week has been quick and fun as usual. Ida had a minor fit yesterday about how happy I am, and how I can manage to stay so positive. She laughed so she almost cried when I told her the secret; seven or eight years of therapy.

I'm extremely tired and I just want to get well.

Looking forward to having a visitor soon... Looking forward to it very much.

Sunday 13 January 2008

Another version of the truth

Allright, I've been a bit lousy on updating recently, but not much has happened. Not to me anyways. Ida has been promoted and Hannah is going to move to another department and a friend of Sara's is coming to work with us, we did'nt play football, the week was kindof slow and stressy at the same time, watched some movies... Nothing interesting.

The weekend had some more action though. Me and Sara are looking for a house. Friday was insane, afterwork and rum and not very much food and interesting people. Very interesting. One very interesting person even, but more about that at some other time.

Saturday was Buffynight and the hangover from hell, and sunday has been nice with anime and chilli.

And tomorrow is back to work again.

But I'm moving away from my beloved jacuzzi, my beloved friend mr. Dead Rat who will obviously never be removed from the back yard, beloved leaky ceiling, beloved no heating, beloved builders stealing stuff... Wich feels good.

So yeah. Now for some more anime, then home to the jacuzzi.

Monday 7 January 2008

More exitement

Another weekend has passed and, once again, I survived. It was'nt very tricky though. Saturday I spent at Sara's, eating a great meal of chicken and wedges and a very good sauce of red wine, and then icecream with chocolate sauce. We watched Grey's Anatomy untill Ida called me and forced me to come out.

The rest of the night was filled with adventures that I will spare my audience, since it concists of, among others I try to convince myself, my parents.

Anohow, on sunday we went to the cinema, and against my recomendation we saw PS I love you, wich was hysterically boring and meaningless.

Today footballpractice begins! And I have no shoes or training clothes.

And the bank is stupid and it seems like I will never ever be able to transfer any money anywhere. Stupid.

Now I'm gonna go buy some training pants and some dinner. Then play football.

Saturday 5 January 2008

About a girl

Tonight one of my best and oldest friends had a baby. A girl who is going to be called Ylva. It's totally unbelievable.

In other news; I'm working my first saturday. Sixteen minutes has passed of the four hours I'm destined to spend here, in the almost-company of five or six others, one from every team. I'm restless, the sun is shining outside. I didn't get enough sleep at all but I feel filled with energy and I'm looking forward to getting out of here. Normally I don't really think about it.

Yesterday I played World of Warcraft at Dave's. For the first time in over a year. It was fun. Tonight I will watch Grey's Anatomy with Sara and Hannah. My Grey's abstinence has passed, so I'm looking forward to another few days of talking to people about the weird choices George do and how annoying Izzy can be even though people aren't really interested at all.

Oh my god. It's a girl. A million congratulations Emilia and Måsen!!! I'm thinking of you guys all the time! Send me pictures!

I can't believe that the small, blonde, freaky girl with the pink skirt I met the first day of school in seventh grade is actually a mother.

Friday 4 January 2008

It's a new day, it's a new dawn, it's a new life for me

I am reborn every morning from the warm, safe womb of my bed. Cast out into a cold world, illuminated by unforgiving, bright electrical light. I shivering make my way to the bathroom, I brush my teeth, wash my face, get dressed, eat breakfast. Then I go to work where I get coffee from the canteen. I log on to the computer and start the many slow programs that I need to do my job. Then I do my job, or at least I try, at some point I eat lunch, then I go home, or I meet some friends, and mostly eat before becoming a zombie at around nine.

And every night I place my stiffening corpse in the cold and unwelcoming grave of my bed. I sleep, than it begins again.

Yes, my life is filled with excitement.

I'm gaining weight but my skin is recovering. 

Today I'm mostly thinking about Emilia. She is giving birth. Right now probably. It's a really big thing. It means a lot. 

I'm thinking about a whole lot more as well.

Thursday 3 January 2008

Saint Elsewhere

So yeah, anyways, I don’t know if I’m lost or free, or maybe both. Gone maybe. Gone and lost forever.

A twister came along and took me away from my old life, there’s no place like home? What is home? Me and the french guys found a simple and beautiful truth; home is where the mother is. But mine is moving away. If home is where the heart is my home has to be right here, because a little bit of my heart I still have, and spread all around the world as well, with all the people I love, and all the places. This sounds true. But can home be somewhere where you've never been? Or somewhere where you don't know anyone?

My house doesn't feel like a home. Cork isn't my home. And I don't think it will be. But I call it home. Will that make it home?

Home. Safety. I prefer freedom over safety, over control, over anything else in the world.

Exept maybe love, but I don't know for sure.

Is anything as lovely to me
as the truth in love?
I'll take it over freedom
any day
-David Eugene Edwards

I don't know much at all. There is one truth, one that I know and believe, and that is that control is a trap. Control is a good way of fooling yourself, nothing else. You cannot truly control anything at all.

Beauty and creativity and love can only come from chaos, never from control. Freedom lies in chaos, captivity in control and safety. Of everything I beleive, wich is a lot, this is the one thing I beleive in the most. This is what I know.

Parts of this text has also been published in my other blogthing/webdiary at Helgon.