Adventures! Travel! Emotions!

You like that stuff right! All the good stuff. Yeah.
So today was GREAT. I stayed awake all day. I went to the workshop. I went to Rättvik with Kajsa and bought some yarn. (Not really needed perhaps but pretty. A very nice linen cotton something (rayon? No. Viscose maybe) blend that I'm gonna make a lace scarf of. My first real lace project! Scary and exiting.
I had tasty wonderful pizza, maybe for the last time in a long time, and I bought SO much vegetables! Oh my gosh. All the vegetables.
Gonna be healthy.
Getting sleepy now.
Talked to the best boyfriend ever for a while and played computer games and talked to friends and watched YouTube stuff and trailers for coming movies.
Uh. Almost sleeping now. Goodnight bots. I love you bots.

duh

I can see what posts are commented. (Yay bimbopoints for me!) And it was a post that is exactly one year old today, written in Swedish, written on the day that I was supposed to be contacted by Siemens. They didn't, on that day, but a couple of days later. I left Sweden a couple of weeks after geting the call.

Strange, zooming back through time like that. Totally unexpected.

Anyhow the comment was a total spam.

No lasagna today as I was feeling almost ill. Tired, headache, woozy. The woozy could be the painkillers though. Pizza instead. Yummy peperoni with barbeque sauce.

Listening to: The washing machine.

differences

In Cork we go out a lot. I often think the service is bad, because waiters and waitresses often seem kind of distanced and not very service-minded. But if there is something wrong they are apologetic and do their best to fix it, most of the time. I have to say I prefer this before what I get here: the waiting staff is all smiles but they forget stuff, they are quite rude if you express discontent and they don't move a finger more than necesary. So... a overall good attitude would be preffered but Id'e rather have waiting staff that would do their best to make me happy than the kind that treat you great as long as youre a simple customer. And also, in Cork they seem to try to keep to the golden rule of assigning one waiter or waitress to a table; this feels more personal than having three or four different teenage girls run around and ask a million times what it was that you ordered.

So, If you're going out in Uppsala; do not go to Tzatziki. Although the place is quite scenic the service is a disgrace. The main course was alright, might have been slightly overpriced but a generous serving at least. The dessert was awful! We told one of our four waitresses who said she'd tell someone and left without doing anything about it exept for ignoring us for the rest of our stay. We told another one, who told someone else, who came and took the dessert away. We told yet another one of the waitresses. She went and talked to someone and came back and said that they had tried the dessert and that it tasted as it should. We said that we still did'nt feel like paying for something we got in, tasted and that got taken away again. She went and got her boss who told us we were totally crazy to think that we would get some kind of alternative to paying for the dessert we no longer had. We tried to explain that we did'nt really feel like paying for it since they took it away. He tried to explain that that was incredibly stupid of us.

If you're going out in Uppsala I don't know where you should go. We got lousy service everywhere. Jalla, where I had pizza for lunch, put stuff on my pizza that I asked them not to put on my pizza, and when I pointed this out the pizza-baker-man said "that does'nt matter!" Great stuff.

If you like going out, go to Cork instead. Go to Scoozi. Or Puccino's, or Captain America's. Anywhere. They can be stupid and confused and get stuff wrong but they correct it and they don't start to fight with you if you're not satisfied. They correct it. As they should. They apologize.

Well, I also saw a damn cathedral. Here are a couple of pics.



Ceiling, pillars. Also punk mom and her thai contact-kiddo.

hair

I shaved my mom's head today. She still has a mohawk though. This makes my mom one million times better than your mom. Seriously.

My hair is still on. Even though I was more than mildly tempted to follow in her footsteps, just this once.

Untill you can enjoy seeing me with no hair, here's a couple of pics of England from above.




Now I'm gonna head out for pizza. At last. Missed most of the summery day, but hey, I shaved my mom's head. And I talked to Maria on the phone for like thirty minutes. She was sitting on Arlanda. We decided that we should start making daytrips to airports because it's so much fun spending hours and hours and hours just sitting around, waiting, watching people.

below

It's sunday, the sun is shining and the weather is real summery but I am still in a basement... Had a loooong breakfast and watched Princess Bride, gonna take a shower soon, and I think mom has some kind of plan for the day but if she told me about it I probably didn't listen or I was to tired to focus or something. Irena thinks we should come in to Stockholm. I don't know. I still just want a pizza. Maybe some more sleep. Let go off everything.

My mind is spinning so fast I almost loose track. Being here makes me feel... strange, mostly.

Uppsala

So after eleven hours of travelling I am now at my mom's place in Uppsala. Woke up at five, kinda hungover after 99 calls, one bottle of wine and four hours of sleep, the taxi picked me up at six, plane left at eight-ish... Or it should have, but it was kinda late. Spent the flight talking to a french girl named Chloé. A couple of hours at Stansted, a croissont, another flight, and I landed in Västerås, smallest airport ever. The bus - the only bus - for Uppsala left without me (and a plastic surgeon named Marcus from England who liked Kevin Smith) but luckily it turned around to pick us up.

Me and mom had the mushroom and fish dish that I love and watched Montalbano which I also love and now I'm super duper tired.

Tomorrow my single goal is a pizza.

realizing things

Today started out bad, a million billion crappy calls an I was in a shitty mood. Got a bit cheered up though. So I got through the day.

When I got home I was... basically broken, extremely tired and not motivated to do anything. I realized something, when I was lying on Marias bed eating coconuts. (Coconut. Only one.) And all of a sudden I was extremely sad. I had to go down to my room because I almost felt like crying. I can admit that there was a correlation between the realization and the sadness. So I went to bed, listened to music and did what I usually do when I don't want to cry - I fell asleep. Not so hard since I was hysterically tired, wich was probably, if not the biggest reason the second biggest, to why I felt so extremely sad. After some time, an hour maybe, I don't know, Maria woke me up and asked if I wanted the same kind of pizza as last time. I did. Then, after another while, she woke me up again and told me that there was pizza for me in the kitchen.

And after some pizza and some icecream and having some djungelvrål thrown at me I felt a lot better.

Yesterday something happened that suprised me. And made me very happy.

And soon I'm going to go to sleep, with my window open... Just in case.

Argh

Jo... Jag och Charles (mest Charles) försöker styra upp FFF-katalogen, och det går väl rätt bra, tror jag.

Igår pratade jag med akuten och ville ha ett läkarintyg så att jag kan sjukskriva mig, vilket jag borde ha fått när jag var där, man inte fick. De sa att jag skulle kontakta vårdcentralen, så jag gjorde det, och fick det i särklass vidrigaste bemötandet jag någonsin fått. Kvinnan jag pratade med fattade inte alls varför jag ville sjukskriva mig, att mitt nyckelben var brutet hindrade mig väl inte från att jobba? Hade vi inte headsets på mitt jobb?

Jag grät en skvätt, sen ringde jag tillbaka till akuten och sa att kvinnan på vårdcentralen hade vägrat boka in en tid till mig och sagt att jag skulle söka mig till en privatläkare, och att jag gärna skulle vilja ha ett intyg från den läkaren som jag behandlats av när jag låg på kirurgen. (Inte ortopeden alltså, där man hamnar för brutna ben, utan kirurgen, där man hamnar om man tar emot sig med ansiktet när man tränar stunts på fyllan.)

Hon skulle ringt tillbaka, men det gjorde hon inte. Så jag får fortsätta trackasera dem idag, antar jag.

Min älskade mor kommer hit och hjälper mig med sånt som jag har svårt för. Diska först och främst. Och skala bananer och kanske skära ost. Jag köpte jättegod vällagrad grevé igår, och jag vill äta den, men det gör så ont. Stackars, stackars mig.

Apropå gott så åt jag och Maia pizza på Italia igår. Det var helt sjukt gott. Alltså jag blev mentalt lätt efterbliven av hur gott det var. Jättejättegott. Jättejättebra service. Gå dit. DO IT!

Jag har jävligt ont i mitt nyckelben.

Fridens.




Lyssnar på: Seeed, nästan hela tiden, laddade ner Music Monks och New Dubby Conquerors häromdan. Annars en massa Aretha och Van Morrison på mobilen.
Läser: VILL läsa Stieg Larssons tredje. Tills den kommer in i mitt liv blir det nog The Pythons.
Tittar på: Eric introducerade mig för Black Books häromdan. Fy fan vad bra det var. Det var verkligen helt sjukt kul. Och imorrn ska vi se Terror Planet! Eller om den heter Planet Terror, kommer aldrig ihåg.
Spelar: slår nya rekord i Lumines 2 dagligen. Ren kärlek.