Monday, January 31, 2011

Spent the weekend in Karlstad again. I had a lecture on national economy which sounds boring as shit but was really interesting. And afterwards, sitting at Magnus's place drinking beer and having heated discussions and listening to hilarious anecdotes from Jonas, Marie and Zeljko, I felt comfortable with people I don't really know, for the first time in ages. They don't give a shit about me, I'm just any acquaintance to them, but for someone as incredibly socially deprived as me, that's something really special. Being around people so determined and confident also gave me a bit of a bravery boost that was much needed. I also had a teacher tell me a paper I'd written was "brilliant" which was obviously quite nice to hear.

Makes me wonder where I would've been today if I'd had a normal life and a normal start to a working life to begin with instead of being stalled for almost ten years.

huh,

I went to the bank today. Bored while standing in line I casually turned my attention to the old man in front of me. Just any old guy. Gray coat, an old-man-hat, a plastic bag from a nearby grocery store hanging from one hand and his wallet in the other. Nothing special. I proceed to look at my shoes instead. His turn. He puts the plastic bag on the counter and starts whipping out piles of money, ridiculous amounts like I've only seen in movies before. "I want to deposit some money" he says. "I've got 750 000 in 500 kr bills. Is that okay?".

That was pretty weird. And it took a while before I got to empty my account of the last 42 kr I had.

Monday, January 24, 2011

You know how you sometimes read those gay little stories about dogs saving their owners' lives by dragging them through a ditch when they're on fire and stuff? My dog kinda did that today. She didn't exactly drag me through a ditch, but she did wake me up unreasonably early. I thought she just needed to go outside so I got up to let her out, and she started whimpering and rushed into the kitchen. For some reason I went after her and that turned out to be a good thing.The coffee maker had been left on when and it had been doing it's thing all night. The kitchen was full of stink and smoke and the coffee pot was black with stuff that was no longer coffee but something vile and evil that wanted to melt plastic.

I don't know if my dog saved any lives today but now I know I can count on her doing it if she has to. And that's pretty cool. I should just start calling her Lassie and fall into wells to encurage her further.

Monday, January 17, 2011

happy happy joy joy




Oscar, Tilda and I have been staying at Oscar's cousin's apartment while he's in Australia. It's been totally awesome to have a place of our own for a while. I've enjoyed every minute. Especially the ones spent in the bathtub. Oh bathtub, how I love you.

A few days ago we also decided to meet the couple who took care of my dog before I got her. I don't think I'll ever forget how happy Tilda was to see her old dog-buddies again. We met them down on the beach and all the dogs instantly ran around and played like mad. It was like they'd never been apart. I couldn't stop grinning the whole time. They showed me pictures of Tilda I'd never seen before and told me about what she was like when they first got her. I think they were pretty moved to see the progress she's made and I'm really glad we decided to meet. Definately gonna see them again.

This past week has been such bliss, seriously. Just me and the ones I love the most. No stupid angry dramatic assholes depleting my energy and draining my will, making me feel like shit because they can't handle themselves. It's been almost like.. normal. And holy shit I needed this.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Did you know that you can store organs, waiting for transplants, in honey?