onsdag 26 augusti 2009

I feel like I have to get this of my chest...

Two of my fingers are partly dead...I serously feel like they weigh a thousand tons... they are fat and red and ichi and painful... but wait that is not all... they have two white dots... that look like warts! I know it sounds disgusting... and really it isn't nearly as bad as it sounds... sure my fingers are red and bigger than usuall, but anyhow... what I wanted to get off my chest.. which is also the reason for these terrible fingers... is ... wait for it....


I HATE MOSQUITOS!!!

i've got two mosquito bites inbetween my index finger and middle finger or actually one is on the index finger and the other one is on the middle finger but because of all the scratching they have melted in to one huge one over both fingers and under to the other side of the hand... and it HURTS!

so now you know!

good night// Val

Does this make sense?

Hathor - godedess with many functions and attributes; often depicted as a cow, or women with a cow's head or horned headdress; mother, wife and daugther of Ra; protector of the royal palace; domestiv fertility goddess; identified by the greeks with Aphrodite

how can you be someones mother, wife and daugther?

tisdag 25 augusti 2009

måndag 24 augusti 2009

I belong to Phidias

Today was my first day at uni...it was a one hour introduction to art history and the laws and rules of university law... at least it was supposed to be...I was only there for the last 15 min...

My friend in crime and confident said a couple of days ago that stockholmers would panic (seriously panic) if the metro/tube/train would stop, cease to exist...let me tell you she was right!

I took an earlier train to make sure I wouldn't be late (I hate being late) and arrived with plenty of time at 8 past 8 to slussen...went up to the red line, listening to awesome lady gaga, when I realized that the train thingy (the digital thing that shows how many minutes are left before the train comes) was not working, it was blank. I took of my head phones and right at that second a voice started talking and in the mist of my panic...and the panic of the rest of the travelers I got the importance of the message...no train...NO TRAIN... take the replacement busses...
My first thought was that, ok...I’ll be a little late...it will be ok... I'll call Lisa, she can probably find an alternative way, much faster than the replacement bus that will take all the other happy travelers to their work or wherever they where going... so I woke her up, but she couldn't find another bus either... so I walked up to the yellow suited man who pointed me in the right direction... but believe me... 1000's of Stockholmers use the subway every morning and especially at rush hour, and buses are much much smaller than trains...MUCH SMALLER!

After the third buss with people almost pouring out of the windows and doors... my friend (a women I met a couple of minutes ago who was going the same direction but not the same stop and was keeping me company) decided that she was walking to at least get somewhere, so I turned and right there were a couple of girls all talking about being late to school...so with them I jumped on a random bus and I was on my way...one of the girls went to another university while the second girl worked at my uni... the bus driver said that we could get off at a station called Valhallavägen and take the train from there... So we were on our way, and I looked at the watch 5 min left to 9...I started to panic...slowly I felt the panic come closer and closer... but at least I wasn't alone... hundreds of lucky students would be late for their first day in school...

Around T-centralen the bus radio said that the problem with the trains had been fixed and that trains would start rolling immediately...awww relief... you could feel the stockholmers breathe more calmly...
I arrived 9.45 to class...with ten others...late... I sat down and took no notes...I sat down and relaxed...finally... then the class ended... and I went to town and bought a filofax and some other necessary uni things...I feel older today...

ps. the train problems where because of a train battery that started boiling and the smoke caused the train to stop and the entire platform to be evacuated... life is funny sometimes...

tisdag 18 augusti 2009

En av de mest sorgliga noveller någonsin

Stig Dagerman - Att döda ett barn


Efteråt är allt försent...





Första gången jag såg den var i början av första året på gymnasiet... vi läste den först och sedan såg vi denna version, (med massa Skarskårdsar) och även om den skiljer sig lite från novellen tycker jag fortfarande att den lämnar ett starkt intryck...

fredag 14 augusti 2009

Aj lajk

Idag gillar jag:

Busschaffisen från Uppsala: fortfarande, igår var jag på en upptäcktsfärd i Uppsala och i denna planerade upptäcktsfärd ingick en bussfärd som jag bestämt skulle betala, när vi klev på bussen sa jag glad:
- Två ungdomar till Flogsta
och busschaffisen svarade med en nick
- Det är bara att gå på
jag måste säga att det var det varmaste mottagandet jag fått i en stad jag besökt... åtminstone vad jag minns iaf.
Jag gläds fortfarande åt detta en dag senare för att i sthlm skulle du aldrig få en gratis resa och det med tanke på att det är billigare att resa i sthlm... dock måste jag erkänna jag gillar sthlm mer!

Nya böcker: jag gillar lukten, kännslan, jaa allt som har med nya böcker att göra... förutom priset kanske...

Saker som gör mig allmänbildad: är det ngt jag kan skryta med är det att jag är relativt, eller bättre sagt jag är väldigt allmänbildad. Varför, jo, nyheter, tidningar, mina underbart allmänbildade föräldrar och mina väldigt allmänbildade kompisar!

Gratis svininfluensa vaccin: Ja tack! lilla jag är fattig och jag mitt immunförsvar är inte bra! därför är en avgiftsfri vaccination väldigt passande.

Att vara skuldfri: no explanation needed!

Love V.

torsdag 6 augusti 2009

the last meal...


I ate a lot today... I mean it isn't everyday you get to eat for the last time your 18, so I made mom some afternoon snacks that we choose to eat after baking a fab chocolate B-day cake. Im stuffed now... so if I die tonight I at least know I hade a great last meal and a funny one aswell...

me: So do you like the people you work with?
Mom: yes...Today I worked with a Boy named Gustav he is 19 years old...
a moment of silence
me: Is he cute?
mom: hahaha I'll take you to work someday So you'll see...

I love being a kid around my parents... being silly... like showing my dad what im eating by just opening my mouth while still chewing, or by watching cartoons when I wake up... and really, even if I turn 19 tomorrow... (make that 30mins...) I still will always be a kid... or at least act like one every once in a while... cuz that is me being me...

Goodnight and Love <3 style="font-style: italic;">

My last day as a 18year old...

Only a couple of hours left... ok... it is actually more than a couple of hours...but still...Im turning 19 tomorrow!
So what is this 18 year old doing? well... not much actually...
I made pancakes for breakfast and mashed potatoes for lunch after that i've just been sitting around watching "The secret life of the American teenager" the series isn't really good... its slow and at times painfully boring, but in a way it is still very intruing, I mean how often is the popular boy a member of the band and how often has he been sexually abused by his drug abusing father... and how often do 15 year olds decide to get married... see the whole show is quite weird...

in other less interesting news... Im sooo craving Chocolate... but there is no chocolate in this god forsaken household... damn