Homeless living

Since yesterday I’ve been: 1. Moving to Brighton, UK. 2. Almost got killed several times by the traffic (as they drive on wrong side here) damn British! 3. Bought three (3!) hair products from Tony & Guy for 10 pounds (!!). Also I’ve spent HOURS on looking for a damn adaptor form my electronics. So now I have four different ones of witches ONE is working. My mobile phone and computer have never been so close to death.

Today I’m going to look at two different rooms. One of the guys I spoke with told me “Well, the house is really shabby but we’re actually really cool people living here”. The other one is Miguel, I think he is from Spain, he answered my mail with the words “U seem cool, come have a look!”

This will be interesting day.

Sunday dreams

School

Final countdown

Open the bag – check.

Book hostel – check.

Hung over – check.

The last saturday

Today is the night of mayhem - Alice and Kenny are celebrating their birthdays togheter with the traditional "Kräftskiva". It'll also be the last night with all of my friends before leaving.

And so the summer was over

View from the summer house

Eating is nothing to take for guaranteed

When opening the fridge and realizing that there is nothing of value that you can eat the feeling of depression isn’t far away. This is my reality every damn day. What some of you might not know yet is that I’ve started a project to run during my stay in the UK. I’ve been doing this since the beginning of August and it is quite hard actually – to be a vegan. Worst is when one comes home after a late night out and really need some fat food to satisfy you with – forget that – usually it ends up with a dry cracker bread and banana. But most of the time it is really just fun, but that demands that it is something to use for cooking. Currently I’m cooking some vegan food to feed myself with. It’ll be a filled zucchini with “kantarellstuving” and broccoli. So this is a day when life feels worth living. Food is more of the daily happiness than you believe.

Slacker-Cajjan is in the house

HEY SLACKERS! A year ago this situation would totally freak me out: After the after-breakfast-nap I finally left bed for the day and met up with people I had to meet, to put a checkmark on my people-to-meet-before-leaving-list. When moving somewhere, especially abroad it is a few things that is important to get fixed… for example CSN, insurance, a hostel booked for the first days before finding an house-share to move in to. Do you think I’ve done any of those things? No? You’re right, Slacker-Cajjan is in the house and I’m leaving Sweden in six days no matter the condition of my must-do-list. But I can’t help to think “what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Keep busy or die

To be off work and occupies is not one of my skills. I wake up to a new glorious day and think about all the awesome things I have time to do now when I’m free as a bird the week before leaving to Brighton. I eat my breakfast and read the all the two papers we got, think a bit about politics (or pretend for myself to think about it) and try to concentrate about the important stuff in the news, but always end up to read about scandals and murders (witch also leads my fantasy to go maniac every time I walk home alone) – it is not good for you to read about terrible facts. Read about more happy things instead, like… when I think about it there isn’t very many happy things in the news now days. Maybe in the culture section. Maybe not.
Well well, the day continues and I think I can afford myself to spend some time in the sofa just chillin’. Not a very good idea, I tell you. ‘Cause I always end up more tiered then I was when I woke up and I just THINK about all the things I want to do – take a walk, dance naked in my room, organize my life, have a coffee at some posh café... but my body is just like a dictator that snaps me with a whip and says to me “NO, just stay RIGHT where you are, DO NOT move!” So there I am, absolutely incompetent to do nothing of the day. I’m so used to be working six days a week that I get apathetic when I’m free. I’m so mad at my body right now I’ll make it suffer tomorrow.

Marty is back from Berlin

Things some of you unfortunately already know, the rest of us just THINKS we know it

Some things you just can’t realize without experience it. You might tell someone how sad you feel for them when they tell you how it felt to break their leg, having their partner cheating at them or the worst of it all – losing someone. But you’ll never ever know or even be able to imagine how it feels before experience it. And I’m not telling you that I know how all of these things feel, not at all. But what I know is some feelings that you get after the first understand that any one can be gone any time. Feelings that before has felt totally childish; the feeling of not saying goodbye to someone properly, leave each other after a fight, forgetting to be there for someone and tell them how much you love them – I can’t do any of those any more.