Mood:
cheekyNow Playing: Dr. Phil
Topic: Tv
Just saw this guy on tv. Is it just me, or is he the secret love child of Eddie Cibrian and Hugh Jackman??
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cheeky
d'oh
d'oh
It started to feel a bit just before midnight. UpanddooownUuupanddown. Stupid waves! Nauseous and sleepy at the same time. Great! Tried to stay awake until we got into the harbor but I realised that I was sitting at the table with the eyes resting looonger and loonger so I finally gave in and went to bed.
Time for breakfast!
a-ok
We got a brother and a sister from Stockholm (in their 60s...I think they said) at our table for breakfast. She was a bit hung over so we had some fun with her, and she told me to get my tooth removed. I had some problems getting the food into my mouth so I kinda had to explain why. Then we headed for the Taxfree-shop, and of course the stupid boat had to start going upanddown again...but that's probably a good thing because it made me not want to buy a lot of those things that usually make you feel like everything's going upanddown ;) ...still got my beloved perfume though... Then we tried to gather all our new things into my moving(size)-travelling bag that she insisted on bringing and headed for the music quiz (with only two actual music questions...I failed one) with my friend L's bf in a pink boa and my other friend's future husband. Considered lunch and ended up having a baked potatoe instead of the veggie steak in the restaurant. Stupid teeth...still! Played on the slot machines (I'm soo cheap...I could have wun a lot more!!) Then off to the afternoon dance (for mum's sake not mine) and suddenly we were on the bus home again.
Bye Stockholm. Bye civilisation.
not sure
chattyThe thing with old people is that they seem to live for coffee even more than we live for our lattes. Even though it's a two (three if you're going by bus) hour ride you just have to stop for coffee along the way. At the rest stop I see this couple with young kids who stand out somehow. It's not like they're wearing a sign but more of a feeling, and you just know that they're not from around there. They're on their way out of the city for the holidays. Then I feel slightly jealous of them for living in the City and starting to feel nostalgic. Especially after talking to an old acquintance about his adventures in the City. Finally we arrive. Get our tickets and board (with mum stopping to hug the spiky haired oranged tanned band of course). Time for dinner! We're placed with two older (retired) gentlemen and mum spends the entire dinner speaking to one of them while I, and the other man, concentrate on our food. Ouch! I try to eat some but give up, and concentrate on drinking my water. Back to our room to get dressed, or slutty in my case in a desperate attempt to feel cheerful although my tooth seem to be digging it's way half way to China by now. We go back and forth between her band and dancing (her, not me!) and my friend's future husband doing Elvis-ish.
World's smallest Rondabout dogs in Västerås?
Mum's friends on the bus.
Mum's partying all by her lonesome on the bus.
Welcome to Stockholm! (snow!)
Civilisation. At last!
Waiting for our room. With a P2.
quizzical...it's so difficult to find a fitting job... Title: "Webskribent, finska"
"Danska och svenska flytande i tal och skrift är ett krav. Vi ser även att du behärska engelska." Same same?
happy
My new favourite!
happy
My own little Katrin Schulman :) Mama's soo proud!
chillin'