I say hello.
this is a week of firsts.
and I feel like life is rushing by me, again.
before this term began, I said to my friend t. "let's not have a life together!" and she thought I would "break up" with her. that was not was I was aiming at.
but we took oh so many classes at university, she even more than me, plus I have two sorta-part-time jobs, we have our friends and other things to organzie and classes outside of university and goddamn appartments we have to take care of and we need to buy our own food.
we've made a habit out of meeting on tuesday nights, to watch football and drink beer. at this point, I am usually in my spaghatta-nadle-mode, which means that nothing serious should be expected from me.
I come home from university about 18.30 in the evening, after 90 minutes of discussions about philosophical definitions of art and such things. I really do behave like a child.
so, this week:
- for the first time, someone picked me up from the airport with A HANDMADE SIGN that read "welcome home, m." initially she wanted to come as a business woman with a business sign that read "Mrs. Mxxxx Xxxxxx", and the name of the company: "cucumber salad"
- I flirted with the woman who outed me in sign language class. Ok, maybe it wasn't the first time. But it was the first time that I wanted and had to and did and felt better afterwards. because she looked right back into my eyes. and when my hand went through my hair, hers would, too.
- I went to Lucia choir practice. after years and years of waiting, I will finally have sparkly silver lametta in my hair and round my waist and oh, this is a frickin' life goal for me. I will admit it. when I unpack my presents on christmas eve, and there are ribbons around them, these ribbons magically still make their way into my hair. somehow. everytime. for the rest of the night.
- I played, as in activally acted, in a postmodern drama. no, not on a stage or anything, it was in a class. but I thought I had taken on a reading part. like, read this and that aloud, what does the class think about it? it always takes such a long time to find people who read aloud, because aaaah, reading in swedish and in class, omg. I don't care, really. so I thought I'd read. turns out, for the next 45 minutes, h. and me would have to run through the room, scream at each other, and I had to knee down on a desk (so that everyone could see me), smoke a cigarette (aka our professor's pen) and feed an imaginary dove.
this week was awesome. there is a huge chance that I will be going to the faroe islands next year. In 2,5 hours someone will cut my hair, probs not as good as my beloved hairdresser, but she'll be around and maybe help and I'll have short hair again. this is all I want right now. oh, and to not feel ashamed about having worked ca 1,5 hours of my 8 hours I should have worked this week. oops.
and I feel like life is rushing by me, again.
before this term began, I said to my friend t. "let's not have a life together!" and she thought I would "break up" with her. that was not was I was aiming at.
but we took oh so many classes at university, she even more than me, plus I have two sorta-part-time jobs, we have our friends and other things to organzie and classes outside of university and goddamn appartments we have to take care of and we need to buy our own food.
we've made a habit out of meeting on tuesday nights, to watch football and drink beer. at this point, I am usually in my spaghatta-nadle-mode, which means that nothing serious should be expected from me.
I come home from university about 18.30 in the evening, after 90 minutes of discussions about philosophical definitions of art and such things. I really do behave like a child.
so, this week:
- for the first time, someone picked me up from the airport with A HANDMADE SIGN that read "welcome home, m." initially she wanted to come as a business woman with a business sign that read "Mrs. Mxxxx Xxxxxx", and the name of the company: "cucumber salad"
- I flirted with the woman who outed me in sign language class. Ok, maybe it wasn't the first time. But it was the first time that I wanted and had to and did and felt better afterwards. because she looked right back into my eyes. and when my hand went through my hair, hers would, too.
- I went to Lucia choir practice. after years and years of waiting, I will finally have sparkly silver lametta in my hair and round my waist and oh, this is a frickin' life goal for me. I will admit it. when I unpack my presents on christmas eve, and there are ribbons around them, these ribbons magically still make their way into my hair. somehow. everytime. for the rest of the night.
- I played, as in activally acted, in a postmodern drama. no, not on a stage or anything, it was in a class. but I thought I had taken on a reading part. like, read this and that aloud, what does the class think about it? it always takes such a long time to find people who read aloud, because aaaah, reading in swedish and in class, omg. I don't care, really. so I thought I'd read. turns out, for the next 45 minutes, h. and me would have to run through the room, scream at each other, and I had to knee down on a desk (so that everyone could see me), smoke a cigarette (aka our professor's pen) and feed an imaginary dove.
this week was awesome. there is a huge chance that I will be going to the faroe islands next year. In 2,5 hours someone will cut my hair, probs not as good as my beloved hairdresser, but she'll be around and maybe help and I'll have short hair again. this is all I want right now. oh, and to not feel ashamed about having worked ca 1,5 hours of my 8 hours I should have worked this week. oops.
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