You never think that it is going to happen to you.
The terrible tings, the things you only read about in books or see in a movie. The terrible things you never could belive would happend to you or someone around you.
I thought about it yesterday, when I was walking around in the new "society-villa-neighbourhood" at night. I wasn't afraid, why should I? It was dark outside, but there were sevaral families at home in this huge "construction-area", so if someone or something should attac me someone would hear me scream. But there aren't any psycos running around in our neighbourhood, or is it? My negirbour told me about a scary thing that happened to her, that send chill down my spine for several hours! And you keep on thinking, "it won't happen to me".
Right?
What am I thinking of?
"Well, stupid little Lotta got an answer from far away today, she didn't understand the message at all... Wonder how she s going to manage.... And there is no reason for her to constantly check her inbox all the time, because where she lives the hour is 6 hours later than far away.. So at 12 they're still sleeping over there in far away, and she responded at nine this morning.. So she'll have to wait a bit longer."
The company that Mattias works on is not my favourite right now, I really think that they should give him a few days vacation on christmas. I really do. And if they don't, well I don't know what we'll do but there is allways an option, becoming ill. Though I doubt that Mattias will.
My books, I long for my books....
Well soon it's lunchtime. So I guess I have to finish up here..
Puss och kram alla glada
Nackspärr och hjärnsläpp....
Ingen frukost, glömde kortet. Ilamående, mensen på g. Åksjuk så in i norden på väg till jobbet. Fick hoppa av bussen. Nya grejer att lära sig, Service ett rikitgt svårt yrke... haha fick hjärnsläpp flera ggr, vet inte om jag har gjort det här förra veckan eller lärde jag mig alt idag?
Gaaaahhh...
Hade iallafall med mig matlåda idag. Det var ju lite ekonomiskt, och kors i taket, frukten kom på en måndag!
Äcklig smak i munnen, inga tuggumni, inget kort så att jag kunde gå och köpa heller, Stolthet står i vägen.
Svammel svammel....
Planerar resa, kanske inte blir något lgh köp ändå... Men va fan man får ju låna hundra % ändå... Mattias vill ha ny fyrhjuling och jag en hund. Somvanligt är det han som kommer att få som han vill, för en fyrhjuling kan man ju faktiskt lämna ensam i 8 timmar..... hehe
Jag vill ha svar från USA så jag vet om det blir någon annorlunda jul, men stackars Ibby sitter väl och klurar på hur i hela friden hon ska få det att gå ihop med mig och Matte.... jaja, vi får se hur det blir iallafall. Nån gång lär hon ju svara.
Vill träna men orkar inte. Ska nog försöka imorgon iallafall..
Puss och kram!
Eight kilometers...
Though I am going to exercise A LOT MORE before next year....
I was going to get up earlier this morning, and take my sticks and walk through Salem and take the bus at the end of my route. But, I DID walk eight kilometers yesterday, and I didn't think that I should push my body too much.
Well the eight kilometers yesterday was my "grand start", well se what happens next.
Since I don't have any orders to register I think I'm going to read a bit, or ask if there is anything else I can do...
Puss och kram
Perfect
Well I just wanted to say that I did this perfect chokolate-cake today, in swedish it's called kladdkaka...
It's on my table now, waiting for Mattias to get home... Allready tasted it though, but still...
....waiting....
puss och kram
Less than two hours to go....
I've got a new assignment at this company called "Sick AB" (they're not sick, that is the last name of the founder). And I've tried to read about them and understand what they do, but I just dont understand much... If I can manage this monday and think that it's going to work out then it will boost my career a lot! I just have to concentrate and reeeeeaaaaaaally focus on my tasks. So please no calls on monday, I won't answer....
No news otherwise, we saw another Wallander movie yesterday. It was really good, hadn't seen it before. Don't remeber the name of it though. But it was a really sick movie.... Well, I don't have so much more to tell you, and it's to hot in here to think.
I just want to go home, but eventhough I won't be happy, since I'm gonna work for 10 hours on saturday. Then on sunday, I'll sleep as much as I can and then go this Sick AB at monday morning.
No this is not a happy note by me...
Puss och kram ändå, (anyway)
This HUGE grasshopper in my room....
If Mattias had been there, I wouldn't have been so scared. A the end I was mostly furious though. I was reading my lovely book when I heard a throb (?) and then a flicker down to my feet.
I suddenly remembered that night not long ago when we had this BIG "butterflyish-thing" in our bedroom, luckily Mattias was there to chase it out, but not before it had crawled under the bed and wandered around for a long time.
But this didn't feel anything like that, and, I was alone. Mattias had just called to say goodnight, and anyway I couldn't call him for this, what ever it was.
When I finally felt brave enough to look down at the footend of my bed I saw this HUGE really bright green grasshopper. I flew out of bed and realised that if i wanted to sleep om the couch tonight I had to pass that thing by the door anyway. So I took a towel, I'm not very bright when I'm scared I know, and tried to kill it. I had managed to kill a couple of earwigs earlier thatday, but I guess that this grasshopper was a bit toooooo bog for that weapon. Well then he hit the floor and I threw the towel over him (I just assume that it is a he by the way), and pushed it out form the bedroom. Sadly he didn't follow with the towel, so I quickly had to take a t-shirt and swoop him out before he had a chance to crawl in under my bed. Then I closed the door and turend the lights of so that he wouldn't find his way back in. And as a extra precaution I threw the other quilt to the floor by the door so that he wouldn't be able to squeeze in at all. I guess I'm a bit foolish, but bugs really freak me out!
The morning came and I rushed out of the appartment as soon as I could, didn't see that awful creature and hoped that he was dead. When I came in to the office there was something hopping around the floor at my feet, firt I thought it was a rat, then I saw that it was a small bird. In swedish we call it a "Sädessärla" I think, but I couldn't find the english word for it... I chased it into the kitchen and then got hold of it with a towel after a few minutes race around the diningtables... I released it out on the sun-deck (?) we have and it hopped away. Clearly the bird couldn't fly, but I haven't seen it since then.
And, when I came home, the darn Grasshopper was still alive and sat on my armchair. Luckily he was sitting on a blanket so i just lifted it out the back door. Disgusting creature!
Well no animals at work today, and Mattias is home so there won't be as scary if something decides to visit.
Now I'll go back to work and to my book... haha
Puss och kram på alla!
Evil girl.
Back in the office, the floor smells like vomit, the cleaning guy should really think about changing the cleaning agent...
Well, took a looooong walk this morning, actullay, it could have been longer but I was to hungry and we didn't have anything at home. By the way: frozen rasberries are the best candy ever. (Mattias and I watched "Beck" yesterday, and since he had won a BIG Daim box at Skara Sommarland, we had quite a lot to eat, but it was too much sugar for me so I had my rasberries instead.)
On the metro this mornig, an evil girl sits down next to me with her bf. And suddenly she asks him if he want's to know how the last Harry Potter ends. And I was thinking: How can you be so stupid and tell someone that, on a train, when there is a lot of people around who might NOT want to hear that? I had another girl beside me that was reading a Terry Pratchet book, in english. And if I'm not misstaken, that is a simlar book like HP. And for what I know, that girl MIGHT not have read the HP book yet and didn't wish to know the end. And the sad thing with this evil girl was that she had no interest her self in the HP books, probably read one or none. But she cared enough to find out the end, and then tell it to anyone that didn't yet know it.
I'm so glad I allready finished the book, so she couldn't spoil the end for me. But she did ruin my morning though. I just wish that she could have talked about her football practice instead.
It finally sais DELIVERED on my order to CDON.com. And yesterday I got a mail from them telling me that I should have the package today, but if it was to big for my mail box, wich it is. I would get it tomorrow. Gaaahhh, I can't wait that long. I hope that the note is on my hallway-floor when I come home... (did you understan any of that? I didn't...)
Well, there is several more people in the office today, so the phone is ringing more than ever, since I came anyway.
This weekend I spoke to my dad about my future career, I want to work at a correctional institution, aka "prison". Dad works at a prison that has the saftey regulation "A+", or what ever you say. That's because there is only three prisons in the world (I think he said) that have electric fences around the high wall. Another of their extra precaution is that you have to be 23 to work there. And beacuse of that I thought about starting at an "open institution" close to my home, and then go to a bigger one, like the one dad works on. But we'll have to see how that works out.
I don't want to be a carer all my life, and I don't want to work in the reception all my life either. So I was actually thinking about going back to school and study something that will enable me to climb the ladder in a prison. (I can't find the correct english word for the post I want). So you have to guess... haha
I wan't to work with people that can change, and grow, go forward into the life. And not backwards, like I do now.
Well,
puss och kram
Lotta
What happened to you?
He's been jumping into my mind a few times now. For no special reason, at least not what I can see.
I dont even remeber his name, was it Joakim, or was Andreas? Or was it even any of them?
Linus would know. If only I still knew him, Linus I mean.
I remember the first time I REALLY spoke to this guy, what ever his name was. We were on our way to Malmö, with a bus that the school had let. And I was sitting in the front with my cd-player. And he came walking down and stopped beside me. Since I had music in my ears I didn't hear what he said, but I said no, because I think he asked me if the seat was taken. And then I looked up and saw his dissapioned face and realised that he had asked me something else. I quickly turned the music off and said, "Come again?". And he said (again): Do you mind if I sit here? Stunned as I was I just nodded, and maybe I said "uhu"m or "sure" or what ever.
(If youre wondering why I'm writing all this down in detail it's because I realised that, if I don't even remeber his name today, what will I remember in a year?)
Well, I had the pleasure to sit beside this gorgeus guy all the way to Malmö. It took like an hour, but it was a joyful hour. I remeber now that he was new, I have no idea why he didn't begin with the rest of us. But I know that many of the girls heads turned when he passed. Well, what did I think of...?
Ehm.... yeah, the sad thing with memory is that most of it disapear when you don't think of it.
I know he was an AIK fan, just like me. I know that I came running/jumping (of joy) in the corridor one day, I was so happy because I was supposed to get home, for some reason. And he stood there talking to Fia, Carro or Malin, whom ever it was. And when he saw my happy face he.... looked at me and smiled, and those beautiful eyes said so much....
And another time, this memory I ALMOST want to forget, because I really made a fool out of my self... But if I hadn't done what I did, I probably hadn't gone home, and hadn't met Mattias or the Americans.... I have no idea why I did what I did, but I think I was scared. But you allways think "What if?" afterwards....
We were up in the common-room (attic), me, him and some others... Then for some reason we were about to go down to do something. And he called me back when the others were at the door..... I turned around and he said: "You are the smallest and sweetest AIK fan I have ever seen". GAAAAHHH? Should I really tell you this? But.... Aaawww... he was so sweet. And then I laughed and turned around to go..... and he put his arms around me from behind. "You are." Or something.... Did I dream this? Or did it really happend? I think I smiled and pulled away and when I turned around I saw that dissapoined face again. And then it's all black. what did we do next? I think we went down to the others... But that's the thing with memories, you only remenber the "important stuff" the things that made you feel something. God I miss him so.
I remember Linus was a good firend of his. And I also remeber this guy got into trouble some times. And then one time he was in such deep trouble that he was kicked out from school. I think he hit some one. He had a really bad temper, and the worst when he was drunk.... and we were only sixteen.... I remeber Linus telling me that he had a hard childhood. Something about foster parents... Shit I hate my bad memory...
What happened to you?
Toblerone
I mourn all my vacation pictures that were lost when my memorycard to the camera decided to take a life long break from it all. Dad managed to rescue 90 pictures, but many of them were more than two years old, god knows what pictures would have come up in the worst case scenario.... It's not that Mattias and I haven't used the camera...
Work work work, all day long. And this weekend isn't any exeption... Though it will be nice to be so close to home.
Well, have to continue doing nothing now. I'm so bored!
Puss och kram
I love you all
I have no idea what to write here today....
Yesterday I found a game online that I haven't played since... well forever... I remeber that we had it on a floppy-disk in our house, and by that you understand that it was ages ago. By then I only knew it as "Prince", but later I found out that it was called "Prince of Persia". The game I found yesterday, didn't look like the ORIGINAL, but it was much the same. I played it until lunch and then I got tired of it. When Ida called I told her about it, and we started to think about the game we played at her house in Nykvarn, New Mill. It was called The inheritance from Rosemond Hill, or something like that. And we decided that we wan't it so were going to buy it, and share it. Actually I had been thinking alot about that game before she called. But I wasn't up too looking for it before she mentioned it.
Had pizza yesterday, felt so good not have to cook. But had a really bad evening anyway. I cleaned the closet so now I can actually open the closet doors inside it. What made me clean it? Well the IKEA catalouge came yesterday, and I swear, it's better than a novel! I got so inspired to make our house clean and organized, but I didn't do too much since it actually is Mattias mess to clean up. And he shouldn't complain about it, since I only left him the livingroom. I clean the kitchen everyday after cooking dinner, the bedroom, I (do you say fold/ed?) the clothes in the closet and rearranged them better a week ago. And on sunday, I cleaned the hallway and the bathroom after our big fight, or during, or whatever you like to call it. But the house still looks like a crash site. And when I get home from work every day it looks messier than when I left it.
Wow, I didn't know what to write, but.... well you know.
ALEX!!!! I hadn't met or spoken to her since new years eve! And yesterday Mattias went to play soccer with his friends again and then I found out that he was going to play with Eddie, and he is Alex ex bf, so I made him get the number from him. So I got to speak to my lovely Alex yesterday, and apparanetly her cell and her wallet, passport and a lot more had been stolen in february, and that's why I couldn't get hold of her. But now I got her new number so now we can meet whenever we want...
PUSS OCH KRAM!
