måndag 27 april 2009

Standing in the que from hell

Oh dear. What have I gotten myself into..
Saturday was the day when the first bullet point on my to-do-before-30 list took place.
It was crowded, it was hot, it was fucking agony. I didn't make it to the end, but I'm content with having stood in the que from hell for 6 hours before packing it in.
A friend of mine rang whilst I was standing surrounded by yapping teenagers and asked "Oh are you at the Acne sale??" "Eeeehrm.. noo. Somewhere completely different.."
The only thing I got out of the day was Red bull all over my pink converse, impaired hearing and a parking ticket.. Would've rather had a pair of cheap jeans..

torsdag 23 april 2009

the pear incident

I woke up this morning with the sun shining on my face, jumped out of bed and put the stereo on. Lately I've been playing Phoenox in the morning if its sunny outside, just cause it gives me massive I-love-my-life feelings and I usually have a wee boogie whilst brushing my teeth. After that the day seems to go by much easier and I breeze through with a big smile on my face.
That is how today started.
I jumped in the car ready to drive the 2 hour trekk down to yet another small town. I'd brought some old cd's too so to keep myself busy. Since this morning was such a sunny and happy morning I had decided not to go for my usual Ane Brun cd, but instead opted for a real nineties indiepop flashback. Popsicle, The Wannadies and The cardigans Emmerdale all got stuffed in the bag and put in the car.
Got out on the motorway, the sun's shining, I'm wearing my new pink Chanel lipstick, got Princess playin on the stereo at the loudest possible volume whilst I'm screaming along, life is great. So far this is the best morning ever.
Started feeling a bit hungry after a while so I grope in my bag after a big juicy pear.

My friends usually laugh at me because my car is often in a right state, and can mostly only take passengers in the front beacuse the back is full of crap and workstuff. I basically live in my car. Sometimes it's been a blessing. For example when my friend S and I were going to the gym and she had left her socks behind. "Hang on! I think I might have a pair in the car!" Yep, there they were. Clean and all lying in the back amongst all the rubble. Or when another friend didn't want to wear her trainers to a fancy afterwork do "Hang on! You wanna borrow my red laquer heels? Theyre in the car!" Oh yes. Those ladies have my car to thank for a lot of good things that has come their way.

Back to the best morning ever. Since my car is in such a state I try to have a rubbish bag in the front for things like wrappers, parkingtickets and general litter. But fruits I usually throw out the window thinking there is some poor Bambi calling "Mo-o-other" roaming around feeling hungry. I got the passengerwindow down, and got ready to throw the hafeaten pear out. Since I'm driving at this point it was a bit difficult to aim properly..... Which is why I missed the open bit and instead hit the windowglass so hard the pear split in half and flew all over the seat, and the juices were running down on to the inside door handle. SHIT! I bloody had to throw it again. I've got one hand on the wheel and the other is desperately trying to find two soggy pieces of pear in a car that is like a bottomless pit. Loose something in my car and it is lost forever.
FOUND IT! Decided to throw it out of my own window instead, so I did. Which resulted in me getting hooted at by some lunatic in a shitty Renault AND given the finger when he overtook me.
"I WAS ONLY TRYING TO FEED BAMBI YOU BIG ASSHOLE!!!"

Quickly replaced Princess with Queens of the stone age and proceeded down the motorway with my happy mood gone, thinking I will NEVER eat another pear in my life! At least not in the car..

onsdag 22 april 2009

nostalgia suits you

One of the most memorable moments of my life was when I heard Elliot Smith for the first time. It was in the late nineties, in a basement in a small northern town in Sweden. I was in love and life was great. Elliot Smith was on the soundtrack of my life and thats where he's firmly stayed ever since.
So today when my best friend sent me a cover he had recorded of Pitseleh, I was catapulted back to those care free days and I havent stopped smiling since. Thank you S!

tisdag 21 april 2009

Welcome!

I turn 30 in September. Jeezz.. I'm old.. but not grown-up..(how does that work anyway?) When do you become an adult? Is it when you start saving for your pension or when you get on your partners case for not cleaning the drain in the kitchen often enough?? Or when you get inlays for your converse so not to mess your joints up?
I think I might have a crisis on my hands..
At the beginning of January I made a list of things I want to do this year. One of them happens this Saturday..
Fingers crossed!