Just because I’m bored.
1983: I’m born July 29 in Piteå. I don’t think I had much going on back then besides sleeping, eating and crying.
1984: I guess I crawled around and started to say things like “mamma”.
1985: My parents buy a dog – Puff, who became my dearest friend.
1986: I have no idea whatsoever what I did back in 1986. Played with Puff I suppose.
1987: My first little sister is born.
1988: We move to Kalix, way up in northern Sweden. I still blame my parents for this terrible, terrible decision!
1989: I enter Kindergarten and get to know my first best gal pal.
1990: First grade and the start of the horrors of school. Oh and my second little sister is born.
1991: I play with my little ponies with my best friend. Nirvana are huge and I have no idea.
1992: I run around in colourful tights and big t-shirts á la the early 90′s. Still playing with my little ponies.
1993: I’m so grunge without even knowing what grunge in fact is. I love flannel shirts and blue jeans.
1994: Kurt Cobain dies and I still don’t know who he is. What was wrong with me?! Oh and I really hate school. And my little brother is born.
1995: I still really hate school.
1996: I enter junior high, listen to “Spice girls” and become depressed. Not because I listen to “Spice girls” though. I probably would now but not back then.
1997: Junior high is kind of a blur. I barely remember what I did during those three years. I guess I’ve repressed and blocked it out.
1998: The only fun thing I remember about this year is going to southern Sweden for two weeks in july.
1999: I discover “Nirvana”, graduate from junior high, move to Västerås in southern Sweden, enter high school as a art major and wear too much make-up.
2000: I do what teenagers do. Make out with boys, get drunk and talk a lot on the phone with my best friend.
2001: I get to know loads of new people and my life is very busy. I become politically active, go to live action role playing games, travel and spend countless hours chainsmoking at cafés.
2002: I travel a lot and graduate from high school.
2003: I go to Spain with my best friend which was awesome since it was the first time I traveled outside Scandinavia.
2004: I move to Hultsfred and life is really weird in a new town where I don’t have a single friend.
2005: I play a lot of World of Warcraft, spend every thursday at the pub, dye my hair pink and go to the Hultsfred festival for the first time.
2006: I make friends and party a lot, get a job a at a kennel, move to my first very own apartment and get another cat.
2007: I get yet another cat, hang with friends, visit Västerås, go to Jämtland, hate Hultsfred.
2008: I leave the kennel after one and a half year, think a lot about getting out of this town, turn 25 in three months and work at the Hultsfred festival for the second time.
I’m HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY! I just got an e-mail from Rockparty telling me I got a job at this years Hultsfred festival! That means I get a free ticket!!! Thank god for that because the tickets are fucking expensive! Hultsfred is probably the most expensive of all the swedish music festivals.
My job will be as a runner and as a operator of the scene spotlights. Runner basicly means that I’ll do errends for people during the construction of the festival area before the festival starts and also… clean the toilets during those days. I hope there’s more running than cleaning… The spotlight job is to operate the spotlights following the artists on the stage. That could be a lot of fun! The very thought of it makes me nervous as hell though because I’ll be working at Hawaii; the biggest stage of the festival. The stage where the biggest artists like “Babyshambles”, “Rage against the machine” and “HIM” will play! But even though it kinda freaks me out a bit I’m happy because the runner/spot job was the job I wanted! I also applied for a general construction job which involved putting up fences, painting and things like that but that was my second choice.
I think this job will be a lot more fun than the job I had last year. Last year I was security at a gate and my job was to make sure only people with access got through. The gate had such a location that barely any people passed through so I basicly sat in the grass and counted the minutes. Once for five hours in the middle of the night in the pouring rain. I almost wished someone would try to climb the fence or whatever just so something would happen. It was a painfully boring job. So guess if I’m happy over this years job!
Happy, happy, happy!
These are just a couple of random photos.
My kitchen after the painting.
Read the previous post if you don’t understand swedish.
Dagens I-landsproblem: Min katt Sarah har blivit överviktig efter steriliseringen så nu äter hon LIGHT-KATTMAT! Nu är det ju iofs inte mitt fel att hon har blivit tjock för hon äter precis lika mycket mat som tidigare så det beror definitivt på steriliseringen. Dock lär det ju finnas många människor som ger sina katter onyttig mat och därmed göder dem så mycket att de till slut behöver banta och äta light-mat. I-landsproblem, no?
EDIT: Jag tittar på “Lyxfällan”. Alltså människorna i det programmet har ju inget grepp om verkligheten. Människor i min ålder med skulder på flera hundra tusen kronor! Visst känns det lockande att köpa nya teknikprylar och fina kläder för att inte tala om en större lägenhet men finns inte ekonomin för det får man väl anpassa sig! Jag är verkligen jättedålig på att hantera pengar men när jag varit slösaktig får jag stå mitt kast och leva på gröt och pasta medan jag väntar på pengar. Visst lockar de snabba lånen och avbetalningarna men problemet är ju den oftast skyhöga räntan. Jag kan inte fatta hur folk kan vara så ansvarslösa att de lever så mycket över sina tillgångar att de är skuldsatta och finns i kronofogdens register efter att inte bott ensam mer än i max fem år. Jag är fattig och det är jättetråkigt att jag inte kan köpa allt jag vill ha. Visst skulle jag vilja ha en tvåa men det har jag inte råd med. Visst skulle jag villa ha råd att köpa kläder varje månad men det går inte. Och oj vad jag vill åka på en spontansemester utomlands! Vad som gäller är att spara! Lån är bara dumt så vida det inte är väldigt viktiga sådana. Sådana lån som mina föräldrar har. Hus och bil t.ex.
I curse too much. I curse pretty much all the time. When I was a kid my mother said that only people with a bad vocabulary curse but that’s not true because I have a very good vocabulary. I just use a cursing word to put strenght behind what I’m saying. Of course I know how to talk seriously and mature when it’s needed. It’s not like I use a lot of cursing when I talk to really old people or on a job interview.
Quite frankly the swedish cursing words are lame. Most of them has to do with the devil. Words like “helvete” = hell, “fan” = the devil, “jävlar” = devils, “satan” = satan, obviously. What’s so ugly about those words? Of course once upon a time in a distant past when the majority of the swedish people actually were christians those were horrible words. But now? I think other languages have a lot worse cursing words. I’ve heard that insulting peoples mothers is quite popular abroad. Nobody says things like “motherfucker” in Sweden.
A while ago there was a discussion on some rotation site about wether members of that rotation should be allowed to curse in their blogs, or something like that, I don’t remember the details. I say that if someone who really find that offensive visit my site they can always leave. If anyone find anything at my site offensive or just dislike me as a person they’re free to leave. After all this is my site with my opinions and my writing. I don’t censor myself to be appealing to a larger audience.
Do you curse much? Why, or why not? Do you find cursing offensive?
Why do people always assume I listen to metal? I listen to a lot of differnt types of music but there are only two metal bands which I really like. And people who don’t know anything about my favourite band “Manic Street Preachers” quite often assume they’re some kind of though metal band. They’re surprised when I tell them MSP is in fact brit pop. Well at least nowadays. What is it with me that apparantly screams metal? Probably just my black clothes and perhaps my piercings. But that’s really not a metal dress code. It’s not any dress code but mine. You can’t possibly tell what subculture I belong to by looking at my appearance because I don’t even belong to one. I’m just too old to care.
Speaking of subcultures. It seems every teen nowday is emo, scene or whatever you want to call it. Where’s the individuality in that? They may call it whatever they want but for 90% of those kids it’s all about fashion. They’d deny it of course but that’s the truth. Trust me, I know. I was a identity seeking teen myself once upon a time. And oh how I denied that anything I wore was worn because of some kind of fashion. Fashion was like a cursing word. Some terrible, terrible sin. But really, what in this world is not some kind of fashion? Wether you’re a slave to it or try your best to avoid it you’re still affected by trends because trends are everywhere. And fashion isn’t just what you see in mainstream stores. There’s also punk fashion, goth fashion and hippie fashion. Of course you might say that you dress the way you do because you just happens to like those clothes but in 99% of the case you did get inspired by someone or something and pretty often that inspiration was something you’ve seen several times = a trend. My point is that you just shouldn’t care. Haute cotoure or scene? Who cares, wear whatever the hell you want and be happy.
1. OMG a brittish accent is hot, hot, hot! Seriously, there’s something about that accent. I’m so going to marry a brit some day. Or at least sleep with one. That’ll do just fine! Lol, well the thing is I’m watching a movie with a brittish band in it and if I don’t think about their bad music and the fact that they dress like a boyband and instead just focus on their accent and pretty faces I’d sure like to… uhm… knit with them. ;P
2. My diet is going well but I want to be skinny NOW! Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way and it sucks. I feel generally unattractive right now. Everything about me is wrong! My hair is wrong, my skin is wrong, my weight is wrong. Even my god damn eyebrows are wrong!
3. I’m in a bad place right now and I’m not even gonna try to get into that one. It’s not something I want to write about here anyway. Let’s just say there’s too much annoyance and too much stagnation. Oh and the situation with people is 1. The ones I like I don’t have the energy to see. 2. The ones I see anyway I don’t have the energy to be fun around. 3. The rest just suck.
4. I’ve had the most boring night ever and it’s so weird because usually I’m never bored. Believe it or not but I always find something to do. Always! But tonight I’ve been feeling so restless. I don’t want to do the things I usually do when I’m a bit bored, and the rest of the time aswell. I want to do something different. I want to go for a trip or something. Just see something new. Whatever really, just get away from here. Take some time to think about my life, explore something new, just get the hell out of this town for a day or two. Perhaps I could take the train to a neighbouring town when I get money. Just go see something new. Go to a museum, do some shopping, have dinner at a nice restaurant. Whatever. I feel this way because spring is in the air. I always get restless this time of the year because I hate the winter so much and when spring finally arrives I’m like the bear waking up from several months of sleep. The world and I are alive again and all the sudden there’s so many things to do which are much better done in the spring than in the winter. It’s actually nice to be outside again with all the flowers, the first green leaves and the warm sunshine. It really is like waking up again.
5. I know I’m rambling but I blame it on the fact that I’m really tired. I should continue watch that movie and then go to sleep. Laters.
I’ve been reading a bit online about when USA took prayer out of school. Apparantly some christians think that school shootings, drugs, violence and whatnot has something to do with this. That no praying in school will lead to all kinds of destructive behaviour. Excuse me but such BS! We don’t pray in Swedish schools and we haven’t for as long as I can remember. Yet we haven’t had a single school shooting and kids in Sweden aren’t more violent or do more drugs than others. And no prayer leading to school shootings? LOL! Do you think the Columbine shooters would have participated in the prayer if they had the chance? Do you think they would have cared? They were both very anti-religion so I don’t think so! Just because there are prayers in school it doesn’t mean the bad kids will be “saved”. Someone not interested in religion simply doesn’t care. And there are better ways to be “saved” than finding god. If people want to improve schools and reduce violence and drugs take the god damn time to listen to the kids. Educate the kids about bullying and drugs, educate the teachers about how they should handle out of control kids, the depressed kids, the bullies, etc. Oh and school shootings aren’t about prayers. It’s about crappy gun control laws. THAT’S why there’s so many shootings in USA and not a single one in Sweden which is known as a very atheistic country. I don’t mean to hurt someone who is very religious now but seriusly, some religious people are just hilarious! And not in a good way!
I’m trying to loose weight and this healthy eating habits thing I’m doing is going well. I try not to skip meals and eat at somewhat regular times every day. The problem with me has been that I tend to eat at very weird times and therefor get very hungry and when I do I run off to buy chocolate, ice cream and chips. Now when I eat on a regular basis I don’t feel that extreme need for something sweet anymore. And if I do I don’t run to the store to buy chocolate but eat some real food instead and of course when I’m no longer hungry I don’t want chocolate. I’ve lost a couple of kilos but I’m not sure how many because I have this extremely cheap scale which I can’t really trust. I can get into a pair of jeans I couldn’t get into just two weeks ago though so I must have lost some weight. When your clothes no longer fit it’s a clear sign that you need to loose some weight! I’m trying to not do a extreme diet because those always fail nowadays. No, I’m just trying to be normally healthy and it feels good. I’m proud of myself!