Panty face and Jizz junkie had a wonderful time walking around a city they frequently get lost in. Things that happened were Panty face var dum vid Jizz junkie, som sa att Panty face skulle sluta var dum under henne. There also was smoking under dörruppgångar, late lunch at Tic Tac (there was some confusion to wether the name of the restaurant was Zic Zac, or was it Riff Raff?), "hola guapas" and a successful meeting at club S. Oh right, I forgot "Out of Juice" - a very nice bar with hot bartenders and cozy atmosphere. The day was concluded in: "Ohmygosh I'm so proud of you! I'm going to update my facebook status to: 'I'm best friends with a stripper!!!!!!!!!!' "
Anyway. Still woozy, lost and disoriented. Where is the fucking stability. At least I have a new computer now. Which I am fondling right now. Today there was a Pole, which Jizz junkie didn't abuse, but left in my care. I convinced him to eat China Box, which always upsets his stomach. Fun to talk about consistency of fecal matter while munching on fried shrimps in peanut sauce. Speaking of, I have to go take a crap.
Back. That was a good one. Moving on. Tonight there will be more adventures in the form of getting fjortis-drunk, go out chaperoning each other, hopefully find some fun guys to entertain ourselves with then a walk of shame back to my place in the morning. No one is safe when Patsy & Eddie is about the town. Just to clarify, Jizz junkie = Patsy. Panty face is more of a Eddie. At least all this adds up to more fun than dating an English guy who likes to eat chewing gum off the street. Cheerio.
4.23.2010
4.21.2010
Should I kill this thing?
So. I guess I am home. If I want to call this a home, I don't know. The weirdest feeling I've had in a superlong time. Woozy, dizzy, just sleep all the time. Hey I don't even know what to say.
In some ways it feels like this blog has outlived its purpose. On the other hand though, I know I'm going to need it sooner or later. On my better days I always feel like a normal, sane person. On my better days, I feel that this "thing" is completely useless, immature and banal. If it's spelled like that gosh I haven't practiced my english until I landed in this country and met IB:ers. Anyways! It's always good to have a place to vent. A diary? Nah, I always burn old diaries and regret it several years later. Yes, I have kept several diaries but all of them got burned. At the stake. Like evil witches coming to haunt me. Why why why did I burn the diary I wrote when I had anorexia... I mean, it could be very very interesting, and maybe even useful for others.
I diverged. I'm sorry. I guess I am back yeah. So weirded out by this place and can't stop thinking about all the things I miss. Where to begin? The sun. The warmth. The beach. The beer. Free drinks. And then after all that - The People. Nah just kidding - the people is what I miss the most. After the sun that is. Had to go to a Solarium today to get some endorphins running in my system. Start with a gym card, then the driving license, book some travels for Magaluf, Greece and all over Sweden, talk to my grandparents that I haven't seen in ages...
Life starts anew. Like a reborn I blink at the amazing world out there, at all the possibilities, all the roads I can take, all the crossings and meeting points I know lies ahead. So many choices. But whatever happens happens. Mañana mañana. Can't be bothered to get stressed, I will go wherever my life takes me, wherever I feel like going.
I think home is the people you love, not really the place. So in one way this IS my home. Cause I got people I love here. Y'all know who y'are. Today I met one of them. Tomorrow I'll meet another, and countless days after that. Cause I got the whole summer ahead of me, dedicated to people, places, and things that I love.
In some ways it feels like this blog has outlived its purpose. On the other hand though, I know I'm going to need it sooner or later. On my better days I always feel like a normal, sane person. On my better days, I feel that this "thing" is completely useless, immature and banal. If it's spelled like that gosh I haven't practiced my english until I landed in this country and met IB:ers. Anyways! It's always good to have a place to vent. A diary? Nah, I always burn old diaries and regret it several years later. Yes, I have kept several diaries but all of them got burned. At the stake. Like evil witches coming to haunt me. Why why why did I burn the diary I wrote when I had anorexia... I mean, it could be very very interesting, and maybe even useful for others.
I diverged. I'm sorry. I guess I am back yeah. So weirded out by this place and can't stop thinking about all the things I miss. Where to begin? The sun. The warmth. The beach. The beer. Free drinks. And then after all that - The People. Nah just kidding - the people is what I miss the most. After the sun that is. Had to go to a Solarium today to get some endorphins running in my system. Start with a gym card, then the driving license, book some travels for Magaluf, Greece and all over Sweden, talk to my grandparents that I haven't seen in ages...
Life starts anew. Like a reborn I blink at the amazing world out there, at all the possibilities, all the roads I can take, all the crossings and meeting points I know lies ahead. So many choices. But whatever happens happens. Mañana mañana. Can't be bothered to get stressed, I will go wherever my life takes me, wherever I feel like going.
I think home is the people you love, not really the place. So in one way this IS my home. Cause I got people I love here. Y'all know who y'are. Today I met one of them. Tomorrow I'll meet another, and countless days after that. Cause I got the whole summer ahead of me, dedicated to people, places, and things that I love.
3.21.2010
The silent Rebel yell
Jamen bry er inte. What the fuck. Everytime someone farts it causes a commotion, thats how much people react to shit. It´s the same everywhere in the world, speciellt dar man inte har nagot annat att oroa sig for, som typ hur man ska fa mat for dagen eller om man ens kommer overleva. Orka bry sig?
I think I have this image of a "peace-love-and-understanding-society" sometimes in the 70s or possibly the summer of ´69 (something that absolutely didnt exist even then if you think about all the political conflicts going on, i know, im just glamourizing) where everyone is really chill and just love everyone and everything. It doesnt exist but I constantly wish it did. It`s like something from a Aldous Huxley novel; although in his books, the "chill" of the society is mostly dependent on drugs. And then we´re back to the English class discussions on drugs, sex and society. Yes, I miss my high school days, especially English class.
And no, I´m not a big fan of Billy Idol, I just revel in references. And I really am a silent rebel. I don´t make much noise of me, instead I write all my pain on a piece of paper, I turn my insides out, for everyone to see. I´ve explained this a million times; don´t care, I do this for myself. Especially since my memory has turned into a needle with holes in it, I need something to refresh it with.
Three weeks left. I can´t wait till the season is over. At the same time, I know I will miss this little bubble that is supposed to be life on Tenerife. Speaking of Tenerife, I heard a great song today. "Fuck Ibiza, fuck Tenerife - we´re going to Magaluf". Not that I´m going, I just laughed at how humble it sounds. Arrogance is so charming. Sarcasm always wins though.
I think I have this image of a "peace-love-and-understanding-society" sometimes in the 70s or possibly the summer of ´69 (something that absolutely didnt exist even then if you think about all the political conflicts going on, i know, im just glamourizing) where everyone is really chill and just love everyone and everything. It doesnt exist but I constantly wish it did. It`s like something from a Aldous Huxley novel; although in his books, the "chill" of the society is mostly dependent on drugs. And then we´re back to the English class discussions on drugs, sex and society. Yes, I miss my high school days, especially English class.
And no, I´m not a big fan of Billy Idol, I just revel in references. And I really am a silent rebel. I don´t make much noise of me, instead I write all my pain on a piece of paper, I turn my insides out, for everyone to see. I´ve explained this a million times; don´t care, I do this for myself. Especially since my memory has turned into a needle with holes in it, I need something to refresh it with.
Three weeks left. I can´t wait till the season is over. At the same time, I know I will miss this little bubble that is supposed to be life on Tenerife. Speaking of Tenerife, I heard a great song today. "Fuck Ibiza, fuck Tenerife - we´re going to Magaluf". Not that I´m going, I just laughed at how humble it sounds. Arrogance is so charming. Sarcasm always wins though.
2.22.2010
Golden memories
Ten minutes to write something interesting...
Tomorrow I'm getting a tattoo with my sister down here, Cecilia. She's going home in ten days and I don't know how I will handle life down here without her. It's going to be empty... Then it's just me and the boys. And you know how boys are - they like to do boy stuff on their own. Not fun when you're the only girl in the gang.
Work is so boring. Same thing every fucking day. Feels like I can't take it anymore. Tedious.
The future is on my mind yet again. What will I do this summer? Preferably I get a good job in Malmö, get a flat with Molina, and have a fucking awesome summer involving old friends, festivals and parties. And preferably I get in to Edinburgh and go there in the autumn filled with golden summer memories.
Memories, memories... So many memories I will bring from this island. So many, so amazing... Have some diary fragments I might post here when I get back in april...
Anyway, now it's time for work. Cheerio.
Tomorrow I'm getting a tattoo with my sister down here, Cecilia. She's going home in ten days and I don't know how I will handle life down here without her. It's going to be empty... Then it's just me and the boys. And you know how boys are - they like to do boy stuff on their own. Not fun when you're the only girl in the gang.
Work is so boring. Same thing every fucking day. Feels like I can't take it anymore. Tedious.
The future is on my mind yet again. What will I do this summer? Preferably I get a good job in Malmö, get a flat with Molina, and have a fucking awesome summer involving old friends, festivals and parties. And preferably I get in to Edinburgh and go there in the autumn filled with golden summer memories.
Memories, memories... So many memories I will bring from this island. So many, so amazing... Have some diary fragments I might post here when I get back in april...
Anyway, now it's time for work. Cheerio.
2.08.2010
Roam alone
Some people roam this world alone.
It doesn't matter that they have friends and family that love them, there is just a huge black hole inside them. Sometimes the hole is more prominent. Like when you hurt someone you love, when you make a mistake, when you lie alone at night thinking about everything and nothing. Sometimes the hole seems nonexistent. Like when you laugh your ass off with your best mates, when you kiss a gorgeous man, when you hold your baby sister in your arms. But the hole will always resurface and come back to haunt you. Because some people are just wired that way. Because some people, they roam this world alone.
"Maybe someday we will talk and just not speak" - well that's a story that went completely off the cliff since he has now left this island.
Avatar - it's so my kind of movie. I fell in love with the forest, the Na'vi, the plotline... It's like a mix between Lord of the Rings, Star Wars and Pocahontas - something like that. But it's a really good movie. I'm such a sucker for epic tales of the good side overcoming the bad side, with a little romance thrown in.
Otherwise - I'm still alive, surprisingly enough.
It doesn't matter that they have friends and family that love them, there is just a huge black hole inside them. Sometimes the hole is more prominent. Like when you hurt someone you love, when you make a mistake, when you lie alone at night thinking about everything and nothing. Sometimes the hole seems nonexistent. Like when you laugh your ass off with your best mates, when you kiss a gorgeous man, when you hold your baby sister in your arms. But the hole will always resurface and come back to haunt you. Because some people are just wired that way. Because some people, they roam this world alone.
"Maybe someday we will talk and just not speak" - well that's a story that went completely off the cliff since he has now left this island.
Avatar - it's so my kind of movie. I fell in love with the forest, the Na'vi, the plotline... It's like a mix between Lord of the Rings, Star Wars and Pocahontas - something like that. But it's a really good movie. I'm such a sucker for epic tales of the good side overcoming the bad side, with a little romance thrown in.
Otherwise - I'm still alive, surprisingly enough.
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