It's monday again. But it's moday for the first time with my diary here, in english, for the rest of the world to see. Used to be I had it in swedish, but that's wack. I need to be nice to my friends across borders, oceans, speaking other languages, eating different breakfasts, waking different hours, sleeping in different time zones.
Ehm. My first tip is; write all your shit in a text editor before you try to post it on sites. Because this morning I lost my first attempt att recounting my weekend because some server had a cramp. fuck this internet. really.
But now I am trying again, such an optimist am I..
Friday I made a short (too too short) appearance at the birthday shindig of a friend. Sweet vegan delights and short conversation. A guy at the party said I looked like Kate Blanchett. A girl said I looked like Zlatan. For real, I don't. But I have big ears and a big nose, so I understand how someone could mistake me for an elven queen.
Then I had to rush to the airport to catch the last plane home. To Örnsköldsvik that is. On the plane I was seated next to a nice young gentleman who was on his way to Umeå to take the Högskoleprovet test (to get into university, it helps if you do well on this test). After some talking he explains how he actually was supposed to fly directly to Umeå, but had missed his flight. Now he had a hotel room booked in Örnsköldsvik and no idea how he could be in Umeå the next morning at 8 in order to take the test. Humanist that I am, I offered to help him get to town (my brother left me a car at the airport) and look for rental cars. Of course, this turned out to be impossible after midnight in my little town, and no buses would be able to get him there in time. Now, you're thinking "Did he actually drive this guy the 100 km to Umeå??? " Well, I'm not that nice.. besides, it wasn't my car and it was late. Finally I just drove him to the hotel wishing he could somehow sort things out. Then I went home.
This morning I got an email saying how he'd managed to rent a car on the saturday morning, and had succeeded in getting to the test on time. Load off my mind.
Saturday morning for me was spent looking at used bicycles and finally buying a red, brand-new, old bike. Only two gears and no hand brake, it must be one of the simplest beauties I've seen. Now I have butterflies. The day progressed and I had a lovely little picturesque picnic in the forrest, right in-between two wind-power stations. My company was a lovely woman, and we had brie and baguettes with some italian sauce thing made from olives and peppers. Then some walking around on a sandy beach. Then coffee and a doughnut. Then back home, another friend joining us and my family for a GREEEAT dinner (my mom, my God). The evening went by listening to some LPs, talking and drinking whisky at friend no.2's house.
Sunday morning I managed to go visit all my grandparents, and to have lunch with 2/3 of them before mum and dad dropped me off at the bus (had to take the bus down so I could bring the bike). Bussing was ok, I managed to read a lot, but with only an hour and a half to go, as we are about to pass a truck, the truckdriver (most likely) falls asleep and rams the bus, forcing us into the barrier separating us from oncoming traffic. First there was just the bus braking, then a lot of noise as we start to tear down the barrier with the left side of the bus, while the front and right side are taking it from the truck. In the end no one got hurt, thank god, and the bus and truck managed to pull over. The bus got pretty banged up though, with a cracked windshield and the front door unable to open, and we had to wait about an hour for a replacement. It was scary for a while, but the bus driver was so cool and lighthearted about the whole thing that I was pretty much instantly at ease. The truck stopped also, and they handled the thing very calmly. No yelling over whos fault it was.
So, thats my weekend.. how was yours?
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Until next time
My diary is dead! Long live my diary!
"Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
Cos I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
But who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends
Am I really sinking this low
My baby's got the bends, oh no
We don't have any real friends, no, no, no
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines,
To blow me away, to blow me sky high
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race
Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you"
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Yeah, I thought I'd start off with a kick-ass song. If you keep reading you will find that I tend to incorporate music and lyrics alot in my daily blablabla. I always thought that my life needed a soundtrack, and I am doing my best to fulfil this idea; Mp3-player in my ears, a nice big hifi back home and portable speakers that can shower me with music in the shower or kitchen. I am getting closer.
The kick-ass song above is The Bends, by Radiohead. The Bends, why hey! that's the title of this blog, isn't that the darndest thing!? Well, heck, I don't know why I chose it. Not really. I was listening to it yesterday, and I was thinking about finally starting to post my diary in english.. and I just found it to click. The Bends, it seems like a good way to describe life's little twists and turns, no?
One reason I thought I needed a new blog was because I had made som sort of inward vow that all the things I put on my OPEN YOUR FACE UP AND SING blog would be written by me. That is, no song lyrics, no quotes, no nothing. But I have a desire, a need, an urge, to always write down those songs and sayings that go through my head.. they will be spilled out here.
Well.. I'm happy to make your acquaintance...
By for now
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
Cos I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
But who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends
Am I really sinking this low
My baby's got the bends, oh no
We don't have any real friends, no, no, no
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines,
To blow me away, to blow me sky high
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race
Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you"
================================
Yeah, I thought I'd start off with a kick-ass song. If you keep reading you will find that I tend to incorporate music and lyrics alot in my daily blablabla. I always thought that my life needed a soundtrack, and I am doing my best to fulfil this idea; Mp3-player in my ears, a nice big hifi back home and portable speakers that can shower me with music in the shower or kitchen. I am getting closer.
The kick-ass song above is The Bends, by Radiohead. The Bends, why hey! that's the title of this blog, isn't that the darndest thing!? Well, heck, I don't know why I chose it. Not really. I was listening to it yesterday, and I was thinking about finally starting to post my diary in english.. and I just found it to click. The Bends, it seems like a good way to describe life's little twists and turns, no?
One reason I thought I needed a new blog was because I had made som sort of inward vow that all the things I put on my OPEN YOUR FACE UP AND SING blog would be written by me. That is, no song lyrics, no quotes, no nothing. But I have a desire, a need, an urge, to always write down those songs and sayings that go through my head.. they will be spilled out here.
Well.. I'm happy to make your acquaintance...
By for now
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