Catch me if you can

Friday night, I'll be excited to be going to a new party with new people. The onward to Pang! for some live indie pop with Vapnet and some other dudes.

Saturday, I'll probably go to Sala for a while, say hello to my friend and have a glass owine. Then saturday night, a collegue is having a going a way party since he's moving to germany. Lederhosen and emptying out his liqueur cabinet seems to be the main themes.

Well, now I'm off to yet another MEETING. Gosh things are getting mighty official. I'll try to sneak downa sandwich before I go there cus right now Im hungry as a moddafoccacia.

One nation, under canada, above mexico

Opened my first bottle of scotch a few days ago. 10yr old Glengoyne. Smooth and nice, from my new whisky glass.
The least exciting one. A starter in a way. Will in all likelyhood open another one this weekend. PRobably the Ben Riach, peated malt. Much more complex and interesting whisky.

(in case you're wondering, no, I've got nothin interesting to share)

Your face or your knee caps

Modestly fabulous night last night. I'd been pissy for a few days, sick of stuff, you know, but anyway... So I didn't really feel up to anything, but I had a salsa class and a party with the photo club, both more or less obligations of a social nature. Sigh again. But I went, and as the salsa class progressed I started feeling better and better and by the time I was at the party I was actually looking forward to going out. So we went to the GH student club and partied. My club chairman paid my entry fee and a beer.
Nice night anyway, talking to friends and dancing like an epileptic to barry white and tom jones songs in finnish versions. Good dj.

Store-bought boots

Hello kitty

I am such non-confrontational person. There is wvery little I dislike more than fighting, arguing. Had just a small one yesterday, and I'm still sour. Kinda sweet also though, so some will like the flavour.

New apartment from the 1st of november. wee.

I have a presentation tomorrow, which I am not looking forward to. It may suck ass. I may suck ass.

My hands are shaking. Maybe I lack blood sugar. Maybe I lack blood. Maybe I just need some honey.

So many plans and so many things planned right now, I just don't see how I am gonna get anything done.

The Rossotron

I have to smile at my embarrasing post from sat night. It reminds me very much of Ross Gellers message to himself on the answering machine after his "near death" experience with the backfiring car. Ring any bells?

Anyway, it is nicer to become a Teletubby love-muffin when you're on the sauce than to become aggressive and/or depressing. hehe.

You're the first one out of the car
You're the loudest one in the bar

The Bendovers

Hey guys. Guess what... Yes I'm drunk. At a friends house. Partying. If you can love one thing. Love yourself. Anything outside of that, love your next. Please, really love your close ones. Love them, because they deserve it.
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this theme wasn't a dream
I'm dead ass no lean
it started with this chick
that moved in 13

Let me just check my filofax

this week my calender gives the quotation "What is enough for two, can be enough for three". I am agreeing and nodding solemnly. 2nite I don't know whats up, so I might go to the darkroom for some film development. Or I might not.
Tomorrow is the day of the great party. I have to write a report by monday. I have to save someone. Maybe it's hard or maybe I am really that big now, that voluminous, that I can absorb someone elses weakness and still transfer strenght back. I hope I am. I ow the universe some saving, as many times as I have been saved.

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Regardign the party, I AM looking forward to the coursing of alcohol through my veins. It's been a while, and yall know how I like it. Maybe I'll break open a whisky bottle. Maybe just gin and martini. Mabe somehtin exotic. Maybe something safe.
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most likely Iwill be moving to a new apartment, about 500m away. Bigger better and with BROAD bands so I'll be able to surf from home. This will in all likelyhood change my blogging status. Stay tuned for your own perceptions of it.
Also, my rent will go down, but I imagine this profit margin will be consumed by the fact that we will be living 50m from a pizzeria. Oh, how sad.
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No one 16 it like Ani 16 it

.. that's for all you francophiles out there


Now I am just Mr.Embarrasing
Yeah I feel like a dirty old man
Got my eye on a girl
just moved out of moms house
with her pretty head stuck in the sand

The universe bends in my favour

Did the Devil make the world
While God was sleeping?

The night came early, shutting the windows and blocking the door

I never post at this hour. But tonight, I got home way too early and way to sober. And the house is empty, and the phone is silent. And even though that will only last until tomorrow, I can't for the life of me conjure up any certain idea of exactly when that is. Nor am I 100% that it WILL come. It has always so far, but who's to say?
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You said you were careful
You never were with me
I heard you did it four times
They come in packs of three

Just for the record

People just ain't no good
I think that's well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good

We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made pour vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds

The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good

Seasons came, Seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bull, baby
People just ain't no good

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all

All my friends are dead

Funny.
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Weekend. Again? man, this keeps happening to me. This WE at least i'm not knee deep in snot and mucus. Something to praise the lord of the rings for.
going out tonight. Horizon, a new house club at Upplands Nation is premiering, and I'm gonna be there, sober as a preacher on sunday morning. Tomorrow, If i still have the energy and the motivation and SOME C*NT WILL COME WITH ME, I'll go stockholm and art hunting. Well, not hunting as in buying, but art-observing at least.
Then sunday it's cookie time with Li. Finally I'm gonna get to know more personally this suspiciously friendly person from work. Nice. And after cookie time its Salsa! Woa! It might be the new TV, who knows. Maybe it's the new beer..

Gotta go and break into my own bike. that f*cker.

Are you hopin for a miracle?

A few new book reports are in. I am considering scrambling that whole project on account of it being bad for my reading experience rather than good. another option would be to incorporate the reports into this here blog.

No more words from scotland




Arab Strap-on

You know I’m always moaning but you jump-start my serotonin.

I might be on TV but it's not until November -December. So you'll have forgot and things ll be allright I guess. I doubt I have a very fotogenique face in the blue flourescent light with blue coveralls and a stupid smirk on my face due to the many re-shots from different angles. This isn't about science, it's a puppet show.
What? You see, the swedish public TV company's educational branch (UR) is doing a series this winter on The Mysteries of Matter. And for some reason (maybe the King Carl XIV Gustaf tipped em off) they came to see our lab and do some filming. But there was very little planning, and (to me, a leyperson in the television and entertainment field) seemed rather chaotic and there was no real focus on what was going on, just "move a little closer together", "now, can you do that again, it didn't really look like you knew what you were doing", "ok, now do exactly the same thing, and I'll film it up close/from this stepping chair/from behind this glass door...".
Touch this, feel that, 75$ - Costanza

I always confuse puppet and puppy.
That puppet was not a happy camper - Letterman
Other than that, Im back in school. That is, I started taking a class : The physics of semiconductor materials. Loovely. And instead of studying that, or preparing for my informative seminar next week, I am writing this stool sample of a post. Nothing like a poop joke to lighten things up.

Electroclash is Karaoke too

I just have a few quick things to say this morning.

1st of all; music. My favourite songs right now.
- Rufus Wainright - The Art teacher and Vibrate
- Joanna Newsom - Inflammatory Writ and Peach, Plum, Pear
- Bloc Party - Like eating glass

2nd of all. The best thing when you feel in a slope is to redecorate. Reiterate yourself from your possesions to see who else you can be. I feel like a new man. a new man who's neighbours might dislike hime because he's draggin furniture across the room at eleven o'clock at night. The important thing is I managed to make a more spacious arrangement of my stuff (apart from my books, who seem to have grown while on the floor: I simply couldn't get them all back into the shelves of my relocated bookcase) and my malt whisky collection is now on display instead of being hidden away in a kitchen pantry. In honour and respect of their value, and in abhorrent recoil from some weekend affairs, I am also considering a "white " month, i.e. not to drink any alcohol for the coming month. I make no promises yet, but I am considering it.

Hit me back, just to chat, your biggest fan, this is Stan

Palindromaniac

I know I said I was looking for a woman, but I'd settle for a shag.


Got lots of new music to listen to now that I've been with BoBBy. I can recommend Joanna Newsom, Bloc Party, James Orr Complex, 4 Hero and Rufus Wainright. Oh! Now I'm listening to Bloc Party again, Like Eating Glass. Wooohoo!
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I know that I think I like you, but I don't think that I know you.

Ya dancer!

I am not allowed to say what's happened yet, but I know pretty much what I'm gonna do for a few years ahead.
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The song for the day, the song I listened to while biking as fast as the wind, is Like Eating Glass by Bloc Party.
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Tonight: Who knows, probably Tullamore Dew, maybe Gin. Tomorrow: Beer.

When you most need it, there's no time for it

Ach! I'm baack from Alba, or as you may know it; Scotia, Scotland, Skottland, Escocia, Ecosse Etc. Xcept for that poppycockup in the end, with us missing the plane, or rather the check-in time, by 13 minutes, it was a great success. Packed and complete with male bonding, new music, massive amounts of historical and political education, food (oh.. my achilles heal), whisky, dancing, girls kissing, live music, drinking, future pipe dreams and memories past. And for the name-dropping I know you're all waiting for: William Wallace, Arab Strap, James Orr Complex, Robert Bruce, Robert Burns, Robert Currie, Mary Queen of Scots, Ian Fleming, Dr. Livingstone I presume, Hadrian, James Watt, Lord Kelvin, Mitch Buchanon, Waxy O'Connor, Bloc Party, 4Hero, Jet - the ruler of a kingdom just beyond the Cat Stargate.

That's all for now.