rawhide - blues brothers

Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up

It's nice to wake up being all alone in a house. Not all too creepy really, and no bastard brother waking you up by nine o'clock.

I had my breakfast/lunch=brunch by about 11:30, after having a long discussion with multiple people however I was the most lazy or the more hungry (the kitchen is one floor down see...) and it took me an hour to realize that I was pretty damn hungry. So I had meself two meatball/chili sauce-sandwiches in front o' the tv, watching "Out of Africa" with Meryl Streep and Rob Redford.

Hours of mental decline followed, as I fell deeper and deeper into my computeric behaviour, being one with the screen and none for the world. And then Richard called me and reminded me that the presidium of the Youth Council was going to have a meeting by four... So I hurried downtown, had the meeting and on my way home I first visited the station to refill me dad's bus card, and I also visited ICA to buy After Eight and Coke (in glass bottles!).

I had meself a pizza by 1900 hours and then went down to Jo-hel's place. We started off watching a dvd of "Stockholm Live" and quickly decided that we doesn't like this country much at all ( they were making fun of national stereotypes see) and we also went to Al-Humidis to do some serious candy-shopping.

Our activity for the night was bullshit and cinema. The movie was World Trade Center and it started at 21:15. It was quite good actually, it was a long time since I felt that Oliver Stone really had something to tell, but this turned out pretty good. There weren't any conspiracy theories or stuff. But there were some really nice dialogues.
Officer, to McLoughlin & his group: "This is crazy. First the plane into the first tower, and now another one hit the second tower. And Israel has gotten bombed with nuclears. The whole world has been turned upside down!

Oh well, me and Joel had a few laughs, even though the serious subject. Or maybe because of, I don't know.

When I got home (after biking downtown with Joel shouting "Allah akhbar" every now and then) I had this really strange feeling. I felt like singing, but I didn't have any voice, I felt like writing but didn't have any words. It was like really wanting to love someone, without having a subject for that love.

Anyways, it was better than the uninspirational swamp I've been stuck in for all too long.

I had a long and interesting discussion with Alex now tonight too. Thanks.

Tomorrow (today?) I'll go up to the woods. I'll see you again in a few days!


1 kommentar(er).:

Alex said...

Sure, our discussion rocked =D


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