I survived the first workout.
I really thought I would faint and die during my workout, not necessarily in that order. I participated in a class called Shape which trains all your body. You access muscles you didn't even know you had. Everything is done quickly and you are expected to do your absolute best. Well, I did make a freaking effort and you all know what happened. Dark spots started dancing all around, blocking my sight and it suddenly felt like I got swimmer's ear. Okay, I didn't actually die. Or faint, for that matter, but I guess that some of you wonder why a person would put herself through that willingly? The thing is that I get such a freaking kick out of it that once I start with the workouts it's kind of like a drug for me. Besides, I bet there are some people who would have a different opinion, who would say that you can't call it a real and truly productive workout unless you fall to the ground and puke your guts out :)
Risking getting hit by a bus to get to the gym. THAT'S THE SPIRIT!
My my my, am I back in black today or what? From head to toe, this is what I'm wearing: black sweater, black leather jacket, black jeans and black Converse shoes with some kind of pattern on them in another kind of black. The funny thing is that this was completely not on purpose. I just overslept and had to hurry my ass off to make it to the bus. As I ran for the bus station, the bus passed it. Luckily, I came running in the opposite direction than the bus so I was running towards it and the driver saw me. I bet he would have thought it funny to drive pass me, I have had an experience like that before, so I ran right in the middle the way. He would have had to hit me to pass me, so obviously he had to stop. So now I am happily on my way to the gym!
I have no words for this...
So I'm lying on my bed reading some celebrity magazine and I almost screamed out loud when I came across an article about the celebrities' wild parties in St. Tropez. I don't give a stinking shit about most celebrities but HOW THE FUCK COULD I MISS THE FACT THAT LADY GAGA WAS IN ST. TROPEZ WHILE I WAS IN FRANCE TOO????!!!
Stretching tunes
I just painted my nails (in a really cool vampy dark cherry color) so now I can't do anything other than just blogging from my phone. Have patience with the neverending entries, please! For that reason I will take this opportunity to tell you about a funny conversation I had with my sister a few days back. I asked her if she prefers Muse or Cold Play and she said: "I like both. Cold Play is good music to listen to when you feel sad..." and I said: "Really, you think so? I listen to them when I do my stretching after a workout". She didn't need to say anything, the look on her face said "No comment".
From jogging to (once again) blogging!
In the end I decided to skip the jog. My dear friend Fellan called and asked if I want to meet up tonight at nine. I most certainly said yes because in exactly one week she will go to Australia for two months and then to California for either three och five YEARS. Of course I have to grab every opportunity to see that girl! Can't people start leaving Sweden when I intend to do it too?!
Grab the bull by its horns!
I don't know if it's possible to say it like that in English, I just made a direct translation from Swedish and liked the result. It felt like the right expression for what I am about to do... During the two months I spent in France, I have had loads of unhealthy shit to eat and gotten no exercise what so ever. My "diet" consisted of pizza, pasta, kebab and McDonald's. The only movements I made was those necessary to get from home to school, from school back home and then out in the evening. And of course some crazy dancing. But that does not make up for all the fast food mentioned above. Not to mention all the booze... So today I finally decided that it's time to do something about it! I logged on to the website of my gym and booked myself up for several classes for the next two weeks. There will be some cycling, aerobics, African dancing and boxing among other stuff. And now I will be super sportif and go out for a jog along the little beach promenade here in Sigtuna :) Wish me luck!
After a hard day's work
Am I a lazy bitch or what? Today I was at work for no longer than five hours and still I thought I would seriously succumb to the boredom. The time passed so slowly and the repetitous scanning of different products felt neverending. Now that I have had the chance to ventilate a bit, I must confess that I am spoiled. GRAB THE SHOWEL AND DIG, YOU FUCKING LITTLE BRAT! GET SOME DIRT UNDER YOUR NAILS AND SEVERE PAIN IN YOUR BACK! Then you have probably deserved your monthly pay... Okay, to be honest it wasn't that bad. I was surprised that I still remember all the product codes and I was lucky enough not to get yelled at by any mean customers. But work did make me tired though, despite the relatively short shift. I was about to enter the door leading to my building and I started pressing the come... when I suddenly realized that the door was already open! Yes, that is what happens to me when I am tired XD
Find your way back home
Mobile update: I just realized that I still haven't written anything about my journey from Nice back to Stockholm. Not too unexpectedly, I came just on time to my flight from Nice to Frankfurt. The stewardess even had to accompany me to the plane because I was the last passenger to board. In Frankfurt I spent some time exploring the tax free shops and when there was about half an hour left to my plane's departure, I started going towards gate 32, which was written on my ticket, but when I got there, there was no one there. I found one of those boards with all departures and saw that the Lufthansa race to Stockholm would leave from gate-fucking-21. I don't know how on earth I could have missed that and there was no time to examine the reasons further. Here is when the really crazy shit kicked in... So, I got to freaking gate 21 and you can probably imagine my surprise when I saw that they were boarding passengers to DRESDEN! "Excuse me, I am going to Stockholm. Where do I go?" I asked. The answer I got was simply: "You missed it". My shock was huge! How could I wave missed the plane if there was still fifteen minutes left to departure?! The guy explained that the passengers had to take a bus because the plane wasn't right by the gate but a bit out and that the bus had already left. "DO SOMETHING!" I half screamed to the guy but he said there was nothing he could do, with the "you-got-yourself-in-this-situation-now-deal-with-the-consequences"-attitude bursting all around him. I felt the damn tears build up and there was nothing I could do to stop them from finding their way out of my eyes. The first guy and another mean woman left and I was left there with a relatively young and, might I add, quite nice looking guy. Obviously he is one of those poor fuckers who doesn't know what to do when they see a woman cry. He panicked, begged me to calm down and made a quick phone call. The next thing I knew he told me he had me booked on the next flight to Stockholm which would depart at seven the next morning. The last seat was "unfortunately" in first class and I didn't have to pay anything for this! I thanked him, this saviour of mine, and went to the bathroom where I managed to calm down after several minutes. I even got the guts to call Mom and tell her about this. Can't say she was too pleased though XD I used the time at the airport to write a bit in my journal and just listen to music. I didn't get much sleep that night because I was worried I would miss the flight again. I woke up at five and went to the tax free shops where I bought a perfume (Beyond Paradise by Estée Lauder) and did my make-up. Though it actually was the case, I didn't really wanna come home looking like someone who had just spent her night at an airport XD In short, I made it to the plane and arrived safely in Stockholm :) Today, about three days afterwards, I unpacked my suitcases. Well, that was all XD
Educational hunt
I just took a little Internet trip to London. I still haven't received my Internet driver's license, so I am not sure how well it went on a scale of one to ten. The purpose was to look for some universities abroad. I am sick of Sweden and you know it! Well, my plan is to get my freaking Bachelor's degree in psychology and French, whatever good that will do. But after that I am out of here!
So what did I find? The first hit I... hit (?) was some Brittish university in London called UCL (if I remember the name correctly, which shouldn't be too hard considering the fact that it consists of only three letters...). I checked it out and I liked what I saw, because guess what! It has a programme which actually combines PSYCHOLOGY AND LANGUAGE! I mean, what are the odds?! Honestly, that must be the most stupid combination in university history! Yes, I somehow ended up on that road, so YES, I am really pleased with myself for finding UCL!
Therefore I logged in to Hotmail and wrote a nice and tidy little e-mail to the unidentified "Dear Reader" that hopefully will read my effortful letter ending with a sincere "Kind regards". We will see :) Whatever happens any time soon, I am planning on staying in Sweden for the coming one and a half years. I can not go anywhere until I get that stinking Bachelor's degree... Of course, I will escape this "Twilight-Forks-fucked-up-weather"-place as often as possible through several journeys to various exotic places.
Speaking of, somewhere around the 14th to the 25th of October, I am actually planning on a petite prison break! This time not alone but with my dear bus-peeking frend Samme! We are going to London, baby! Words can't say how much I am looking forward to that!
Bus blast!
The weirdest thing just happened! I was sitting on the bus heading home, completely concentrated on trying to put on my headphones, when something suddenly caught my eye. Another bus had crept up next to my bus and in one of the windows of that sneaky bus, I saw no one less than my best friend Samme! On her way to work, she had not expected this little coincidence any more than I had. We both must have looked quite foolish bursting out laughing without any visible explanation XD I absolutely love this kind of moments!
PS 1: Sorry for the squeezed togethier text, I am blogging from my phone.
PS 2: I WILL NOT BE DOING A NUMBER FOUR ANY TIME SOON! :D And to answer any potentiam questions - Yes, this is am intern joke :)
Dilemmed
Eventually, every journey has to come to an end. I just can't believe what I am about to say... Today is my last day here in Nice. Tomorrow a plane will take me back to Stockholm, Sweden. In a few weeks I will probably think back on all the crazy shit that has been going on here in Frence and ask myself: "Was that for real?!"
Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUCK!!!!!!
I am gonna miss it so much! It... Always hearing French all around me, a little boulangerie on every street, the lifestyle, sitting on the beach in the evenings drinking cheap wine with my friends, sweating like crazy in Wayne's and Pompei and getting splashed with the sweat ocean pooring from Angry Brittish Guy and Matilda, coming home six in the morning and meaning to come to school on time at nine but always arriving at ten thirty, the hot guys ready for the picking... And the most important thing - all the wonderful people I have gotten to know here! FUCK IT!!
Lucky as I have been here in Nice most of the time, I will have a great thing waiting for me in September though - Nicola is coming to Stockholm! Dude, I hope you are in for some new and freshly baked craziness! :D
In short, tomorrow I will cry rivers - first tears of sadness because I have to leave and then tears of joy because I will arrive.
PS: Sorry for the melodramatisism. I guess I am just the regular "Mensfreak" ;)
I really thought he would be black...
Obviously nothing has changed. Just as with the Linkin Park concert a couple of years ago when I wasn't really that on the loop about the band, I was just as misinformed about the David Guetta. Or maybe misinformed isn't even the right word. I should rather say that I had some ideas in my head about the dude that I honestly don't know where they could possibly have come from. The most disturbing one is that I was absolutely sure to one hundred percent that David Guetta is black. Silence.... You can probably imagine my surprise when I found out that he is in fact the complete oppositet to the mental image that I had made up about him - kinda skinny and pale! Well well!
Anyway, the concert was great. Actually it was more of a gig. Except for David Guetta there were also the DJs Martin Solveig and Tiësto. In the beginning I enjoyed the music, the champagne and hotdog, dancing like crazy and having a whole lot of fun with Matilda and Natasha, but as the time passed I realized how extremely tired I was. There wasn't really anything I could do about it - I just stood there holding on to some pole ans danced lazily with my eyes closed. I must have looked so bombed!
As black as you can get :)
I gotta feeling...
Guess what, guess what, guess what, GUESS WHAAAAT!!!!!!!!!11
Tonight I'm going to a gig with...
DAVID GUETTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suck on that, BITCHES ;) ;) ;)
Belle Folle
I have now studied French in France for almost six weeks and what have I accomplished? I am speaking French with a really strong Swiss accent!
Up and kicking!
After a sad period of being completely shut down, my favourite blog in the world is up for some new action again! Read it and weep, my friends. And you crazy non-Swedish mother fuckers will just have to use a dictionary! A lot of the babbling going on in there is actually about a certain narcissistic girl named Milena, so you can probably figure out why it's so fun for me? ;) But of course that's just one side of it. The owner of the blog is my very berry best friend in the world and I love to stalk her life, even when we are on opposite sides of Europe! Besides, she is a great writer, so it's totally worth it. Her name is Samina but it's illegal to call her anything else other than Samme! Woohoo! By the way, I miss you my dear! I miss you so much!
http://bbreakaway.blogg.se/
I'm on a beach-way to Hell!
Yesterday Matilda and I finally did something that we have been talking and talking about doing for ages. We went to this little shop with a really impolite employee (but screw that, who cares!) and rented inlines! My my my, was I like Bambi on ice for a while there, or what? But after several attempts of trying to move forward but going backwards instead (not so fun when that happens as you are aboout to cross the road with cars waiting to accelerate into the speed of light), I managed to learn how to go forward. You just push and roll, push and roll.
Easier said than done when the one you have to keep up with is a certain speedo-holic named Matilda. Anyway, I did manage to pick up a quite nice speed and it felt great to swisch forward, past the people and the palm trees, the only downside being that I had no idea how to break what so ever. All I could to was wait until I rolled to a stop, which could take a while. I almost ran over people about five times, but that's not too bad, I think. The important thing is that we had a lot of fun! :D
Mohahahaha
Brooooouuuuumm!
So, I was enjoying a nice dinner followed by several Mojitos in Monaco yesterday evening. I was beginning to get a bit tired, but in a good way, when suddenly I was brought back to the this planet by an outrageous roar! I thought I would suffer a heart attack or something and if not that, at least I would not be able to sleep again for weeks to come. I was to shocked to actually be curious about what on Earth could have produced that kind of Helvetic sound. It turned out to be the most fantastic Lambourghini Diablo I have ever seen. A beautiful monster, for sure!
Would you get surprised if I told you that I did manage to go to sleep later anyway? Haha
"I am responsible for several ugly outfits"
That must be one of the best comments I have said in a long time! My friend and I were discussing a resaurant in Cannes in the car on the way to Monaco. We were both laughing about the fact that neither of us had said that the food hadn't been good, instead we had nodded and smiled to the impolite waitor and said that everything tasted good. And then I explained that I am usually way too nice to say that somthing is wrong, for example that someone is wearing something ugly. In fact, many really ugly outfits have been worn thanks to me XD Or should I maybe say because of me...
Oh girl, you're looking fine! Really! Loves the outfit, hon!
