The reunion of class 6A

So, we had our reunion on Saturday night. It was so much fun, this is me at aprox 3am, I am surprised to look this good, but then again Carolina is a very good photographer.
We were seven girls who met up at Sophie's flat for a glass of wine, snacks and music from 1986-1989 on spotify.
Most of these girls have I met up with a few times since I moved back from England, so it felt good to meet beforehand and calm our nerves. There was however one girl, whom I havent seen since sometime in 1990 that I was particular curious about. We were best friends for a few years and I always felt she had an almost mystical aura around her, I also remember her passion for history and other things "mystical" as she used to say herself.

She is a fellow blogger and the one who inspired me to make my own blog "public" (If you google my name, this blog comes up!! cool eh?)
She has a way of writing which most times mesmerises me and Im sometimes in awe of the way she writes about her life, what she has experienced and where she has been clubbing.
She writes in detail about her clothes (although her blog is not a "fashion blog") her spa treatments and her gym regimes and I have been looking forward to seeing her for a long time.
Then there she was, on sky high Christian Louboutin's, a black figure hugging dress (which Im guessing is Chanel, but I could be vastly wrong, I know nothing about labels, lets face it) and lots of flowing locks.
She smiled a huge smile and hugged me, then she spoke and I realised her accent have changed to a more "Stockholm accent" far from the southern accent she and the rest of us had in school. I teased her a little about it, because I just couldnt let it pass, but only in a friendly manner and since she is truly a classy lady she took it on the chin.

Shortly afterwards we got a cab to the restaurant, where some of our classmates were waiting, it was so good to see them again, the boys have grown to be strapping handsome men and the girls have all blossomed into swans.
Im guessing we were all feeling a bit nervous, but with the good food and drink we seemed to relax and just enjoyed a great great evening.
Me, Sophie and Frida had prepared a "Quizz" from "happenings" whilst we were in school and a few "what happened next" questions.
As we started the questions I felt my stomach flipping and I thought "What if we got these questins wrong..? What if someone says I never did or said that!!" But I didt need to have worried..the quizz was a hit and everyone enjoyed it and laughed about more memories it brought up..

As the night was heading to an end some of us stood outside and realised there was one beer and three glasses of whiskey that hadnt been paid for, which I guess can easily happen when there are so many people trying to split the bill. I was just about to say that we could each ship in 20 kronor or something when two of the guys went in and paid for it.
True gentlemen...

Since the restaurant closed at midnight we headed back to Sophies flat for some more talking and drinking, she doesnt live far from the restaurant but I had trouble walking in my shoeas just like Susanne had so we felt the need of a taxi, and again, like true gentlemen Micke and Chrisopher joined us, Micke also walked ahead of me to make sure I didnt step in dog poo on the grass.

There is really only one word that can describe this evening: SUCCESS
We will meet next year again, this time we probably wont be as nervous.
Thankyou 6A twenty years later, it was a blast.

Buried in the books

Im beyond tired, it has been a few intense days, not particularily stressful, but a lot do and not much sleep, which for me is crucial.
As I have said before, I am studying maths, but I havent had my books since they were sold out, I had to wait over a week for them to arrive.
In the meantime the homework pile was building up imensely.
The books arrived on Thursday and I got stuck in immediately, it wasnt as hard as I thought it would be but neither was it completely plain sailing.
After i had finished my work, I logged into internet and ped net which is the schools intranet. I wrote down all the nrs I had calculated and started to get that good feeling in my tummy, when you are close to finish off a task.

And then internet decided that enough was enough and I could do without internet now for a while...so it shut me out, and down and then refused to log me back on! i am not impress I will tell you!
So I packed up my overnight bags to take to my parets on saturday on my way to work and then watched "Idol" the Swedish version.
Its not as good as X-factore....but it will do for now.

On saturday night we had our class reunion, 20 years after we finished Elementary school...
I will write about that night later on, I feel i need to be more awake and focus to do it justice, it was such a good night, Im still buzzing.

Right now however I need to get some sleep, my eyes are heavy and unfocused and I will shortly fall asleep.

Until next time, have a good night and day tomorrow.

The day is over, the night is close

Im tucked up in bed, Europe's latest album "One last look at Eden" is playing quietly on spotify. Europe is really the sort of music you should listen to loudly, whilst cleaning or letting go of some anger.
Or drinking Vodka and coke to, the voice of Joey Tempest brings me back to partying in the "suburbs" of Malmo whilst in college, rock music being pumped out from enormous speakers and boys with long hair, headbanging, wearing washed out jeans, denim shirt and to finish off the look of "cool" a leather waistcoat and pointy cowboy boots.
Thankfully my taste in men changed somewhat as I got older (but not always wiser)

Today has been a bit stressful, it hit me this morning that I am an idiot!
I am such a fool and I am so stupid I could actually bang my head into a brickwall, but I figure that would hurt..so Ill skip it for now..
I think I have finally, today, learned that how ever much you want to, people very rarely change, and it's not often they mean the words that are coming out of their mouths.
I cant go into details, but I just needed to write these words down so I can see for myself, that I am just a naive moron.
The only person I am angry at is myself, which in a weird way makes me even more angry, because there is someone else I want to be angry with, but I cant, I really cant, it is just my own fault for being retarded.

I feel relieved in a way though, this is it, I am so over this episode in my life.
And no more will I allow anyone to take me for granted and abuse the fact that I am friendly and want people I care about to be happy and fulfilled, so I bend over backwards in a vain attempt to heal broken hearts and lifes.
I feel relieved that finally I have seen and am seeing what everyone else has seen for such a long time.

Thats it, Im done now, I will not lie sleepless tonight, worrying, I will just sleep and wake up tomorrow feeling happy and content.

Crayfish evening

The crayfish season is coming to an end, last night I was at my first crayfish shananigan in 13 years. It could have something to do with the fact that I dont eat crayfish or any other fish or anything else that comes from the sea for that matter.
I had a lovely bbq:ed steak with salad and jewish home made bread instead. The party hosts were Sara and Dan, they had requested that we arrived at 6 pm and I was a bit nervous walking through the gate since I dont really know any of their friends, we have met a couple of times but they know each other better than me.

There was no need for my worries, after half an hour Saras cousin Marie turned up who I hadnt seen for a good 15 years, we always got on well and last night was no difference, I also got to meet her husband who is one of those hysterically funny people. We sat together at the table and my sides were hurting from laughing whilst trying to eat.

Marie and Ola (the funny husband) went completely out of their way to give me a lift home which I apreciated tremendously. I would have booked a taxi, because there was no way I would have taken the bus and walked the 100 miles from the bus stop to my house (slight exaggeration..possible)

I woke up at 9am, and my hair hurt badly but after breakfast and some paracetamol I felt better and started looking forward to a relaxing saturday when I got a phonecall from work wondering if I could work today?
I hate being in the situation where I just cant say no....so I jumped into the shower and left my house with a bottle of water and the paracetamol package in my handbag. After a walk with a client and two more tablets I felt fine.

I am now curled up in front of the tv, watching a new American "soap", I dont think I will watch all of it, because my eye lids are getting heavy and I feel happy that today is saturday and tomorrow is another lazy day off....and Im meeting with Frida and Sophie for brunch and quizz writing.

I hope you have a good evening and a fab lazy sunday.

Umbrella girl

What I am now about to tell you, is 100% the truth, no matter how unbelieavable it may sound.
I will forgive you for thinking that I am in fact making this up, just so I have something funny to write about in my blog, but I assure you it is not a lie. You are all welcome to my home to see for yourselves.

As I have told you previously, there is a leak in my bathroom ceiling. The toilet and shower upstairs are broken so left over water is leaking through my ceiling. I have been assured it is not dirty toilet water or shower water that is leaking in to me. BUT the leak is right above my toilet, so when I am doing my buisness I need an umbrella to avoid getting dripped on.

And this is my honest truth today, everytime I go to the loo, I sit under an umbrella. And giggle to myself, thinking "Wonder what someone would think if they saw me now"

I'm back

Don't underestimate the power of water, I have just had a shower, to rinse three days of driving off me. There is only one word for it: Heaven (or maybe two words...Bliss)
So I'm back at home, it feels weird, even though much better than when I started the journey back on monday, it was with a heavy heart and wet cheeks I watched the white cliffs of Dover getting smaller and smaller and eventually dissappear in the distant.

The journey has been without problems, although I realised that I am still suffering from road rage, something I thought I had grown out of, I remember having a special "road rage clause" on my very first car incurance. Im still not 100% sure if it was to protect myself or the other people on the road..?

Im tucked up in bed, still with an aching heart, but at the same time excited about starting my studies and filling my diary with social events. Both big and small ones.
Im looking forward to a busy autumn with walks in the park, kicking leaves, drinking hot chocolate in front of the fire (although I havent got an open fire just yet)

I can hear the rain on the windowsill, my window is open and I'm gonna pull the duvet a bit tighter around me and read until I fall asleep.
Possibly with soft music in the background.



The Swedish version is so much better than the English version.
Enjoy

Halfway there

I am on my way!
We set off around lunch time yesterday, drove through Denmark and took the ferry from Rodby to Puttgarten in Germany. I realised I havent been on a ferry since I was a child and went on holiday with my parents so I was vastly excited standing in line for a sandwich I couldnt really define the flavour of, lightly swinging from side to side as the ferry left the port and straining my ears, trying to understand what the woman on the loudspeaker was saying. Without result. It is also a must to look in the duty free shop, even though its not duty free anymore but rather expensive.
But I bought some Swedish sweets to take with me to my god children, jam packed with E-nrs that I will give them just before I leave (moahahaha)
The weather in germany was good,the traffic ran smoothly and we drove til about 8pm when we found a cosy little German hotel. After a toasted sandwich and a glass of wine we fell asleep in comfortable beds.

This morning we awoke pretty early and went down for a lovely breakfast of cereal, yoghurt, fresh breads, ham and pickled ghurkins. Yum!
We left the hotel at 9am.
What we have discovered today is not to trust a sat nav!! It took us halfway to Austria...and told me to "do a U-turn NOW" whilst driving on the motorway. Eventually we turned her off and followed a map, and arrived in a town in Holland called Breda a couple of hours ago. We are staying in a brand new hotel, but since we have never stayed here before we got a very nice discount. Mum thinks that the man on reception fancies me, I think he dont. But our room is lovely, I dont think anyone has ever slept here yet to be honest. I have already checked out the breakfast restaurant, and I know that I will enjoy tomorrows breakfast!

So tomorrow morning we are setting off to Ramsgate, Im excited (there is another ferry trip included!!) and nervous and a bit more excited.
It is now 9pm, I can feel my eyelids getting heavy and I want to try out the cloud-look-a-like bed.
But first I think I need to go and find my mother, she wanted an Irish coffee and went down to the bar to write her diary at the same time. I bet she is chatting up that receptionist man "for me".

I bid you all a very good night.