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HBG was cool.
Tommorow Mal is going to visit Jönköping and spend the night in my bed.
Min Favorit Flicka och Fredrik!
(Mal, and Freddy at Gyllene Prag (Golden Prague) in HBG, where the beer is expensive and the bartenders passive aggressive. )
I am not going to study this week either, am I? There’s just to much other more important things to do.(I should prioritize my studies better, and save money, and the environment. And go to the gym more often, but somehow my life seems to turns out to be long round of drunken debauchery and socialization instead.
Snow
Yea people, no more slush.
I have only eaten expensive and fattening foodstuffs today, which is okay, since I am a man. Leaving for HBG tomorrow, mostly to hang with Mal, and eat kebab’s. Just found coupling on tv4+ so I am going to be up way to long. need to pack tonight as well. The time is half past eleven, my night is a freight train heading for disaster.
I just turned turned on Animal Planet, and the first thing I see is a big ‘ol elephant with 5 legs. Yes people, Elephant penises are HUGE!
My favourite quote – uttered with a posh, British RP-dialect:
“The whole family gets excited and takes part in the mating process, or as we would like to say: Mating-pandemonium!”
I don’t know if I can post a picture of an elephant penis here, on the blog, or if WordPress will cancel my account if I do. I choose to take the chance and hope that WordPress will give me a warning at least if they find it too amoral with animal penises. *hint*hint*
There are plenty more out there - google it.
I stole this picture from this Flikr -account. The posting or Which here, is illegal.
…. I slaved in the kitchen for hours. Imagine my surprise when I only got three meals out of it. Ineffective time management or what?
Yesterday was party, I bought 8 different sorts of beer at systemet. (State monopoly on the sale of alcohol in Sweden.) and to my suprise every one of them but 1 tasted super. I and Eric sat in the living-room outside of my room, watching Southpark and drinking beers. Erik spoke about LSD and shit, ’cause he had seen a documentary which fascinated him. We then left for Olearys, stopping only so that Eric could piss of the bridge on the way.
I couldn’t walk straight, Erik kept buying me ciders telling me that it is like water. I texted mal, a lot and finally left half past 1 when I felt sick. Bought a discounted hot dog, called Mal and rambled at her until my money ran out.
The blue one/punk beer tastes awful, avoid!
(picture found at this beer-site.)
I am today fighting a hangover from hell. Had a moment of hesitation, just now, wondering whether I was going to throw up. After sitting down next to the toilet bowl for ten minutes I finally decided not to. This is probably my first real hangover. Must be because of the ciders and beer, I’ll stick to vodka drinks in the future.
Interesting thing about inhabiting the deepest darkest part of Sweden is the change in scenery, that occur way to frequently. I mean, it’s always cold (Since it’s Sweden and Småland.) – but when we get snow (which seems to arrive like 3 times a week these days) it melts away quite easily and is replaced by new snow, the morning after.
Thursday morning
This was what my street looked like Thursday morning. Winterish, hu? I live in the yellow house on the left.
Thursday evening.
Thursday evening. Even though the quality is bad, since my cellphone-camera leaves much to desire, you can see that the snow has in essence melted.
Friday mornin'
More snow? It must have snowed during the night, as it always seems to do.
What does this then mean to me? It means that I constantly have to walk through some sort of slushy mass, these days. It ain’t snow, it ain’t rain or water neither. February, huh? Got to love it.
Interesting Pont’-fact of the day 1: I just discovered that my landlords are in Italy, for a week. And I received the word through a note, attached to my door.
Interesting Pont’-fact of the day 2: The other student living here, is Obvisouly from Kattarp. A small village like 20min per car from Höganäs, where I am from. Didn’t knew that before today.
I was convinced I wasn’t going out last night, then I changed my mind and made Eric drink with me. Khalid was of course also there and half a bottle of vodka, 2 beers and an episode of High chaparall featuring Mike Tyson later we were heading for Akademin. Erik got a call from his mother on the way there and spent the entire walk just talking to her. Since he refused to hang up on her when we were ready to get in I and Khalid went in before him. In retrospect a bad decision as the guards considered his constant phone-use a reason to not allow him to get in. At least this is Erik’s story, I suspect they didn’t let him in because he did something stupid, like speaking to them so that they realised he was wasted. Khalid called him and Erik proclaimed that he didn’t need akademin as there are hotter women at Bongo bar. I Danced for a couple of hours, bought 2 drinks and spoke to people I know.
(Quite a lot people from my class was there as we got our exams results back on labour law yesterday. I passed – barely, got an E with 39/50 points. But I was still content as I, in all honesty, expected to fail.)
At 1 a clock I discovered Erik had gotten in, as he had “grown tired of Bongo Bar and decided to see if Akademin could possibly measure up’.” We decided to get drinks. As we were standing discussing sth at the bar, the Security guard overheard us. We must have sounded drunker then we really were ’cause he ordered us to drink nothing but water and instructed the bartender to not sell us more alcohol. We didn’t like that, but the bouncer was a big guy, so we decided not to air our discontent. Khalid showed up and wanted to do shots, but since he was seen in our company the bartender refused to give him nothing but water as well.
We chugged the water, and as Akademin was closing, we went home. Didn’t call Mal, she said sth insulting to me yesterday, that pissed me off big time. Can’t remember why exactly I was so pissed off about it, but I was. I won’t speak to her before I get an apology. Do you hear that, Mal?
The time is now 8 a clock. I woke up unaided. I am tired. Fatigued in every limb. And I have chinese today – until 8 a clock this evening. How can this turn out well? I need to hurry up now, if I want to be on time for my lecture in Constitutional Law. I’m not quite sure I want to. This day is going to be rough, for sure.
This symbol is supposed to mean "Tea"
At least according to the blog, where I found it. I can’t spell jack -shit in Asian. I’m supposed to be able to draw like 50 words by the end of the term. I laugh at this optimistic goal. I aim to be able to write one word. And expect that to be a challenge.
