the boys are back in town - thin lizzy

Guess who just got back today?
Them wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy

Another day has passed in the story of my life, and this chapter began when my mother and my brother left home for the woods. That is Glimåkra, of course. This time I managed to get two and a half day at home. SO what do you do with a whole lot of free-time in Ystad? Yeah that's right, you go to Lund!

I met up with Emz, David and Alex by half past two at the station. I had been in town since ten to two, because of my fucked-up buses. That doesn't matter however; now we had five and a half hour of empty time until the only planned thing for the day, bowling at eight o'clock (although I wasn't going to that, I prefered taking an early bus home) så we started walking. That's always a good start.

We happened to walk by H&M, and me and David made the severe mistake to let the girls drag us in there. So then followed a cavalcade of Emz and Alex in least to say weird clothes. Some of it got documented on foto too, of course by the manically photoing Alex, whose camera still has a broken display. Which of course makes it even funnier! However, this strange expedition lasted for about an hour I would guess, I'm not sure really. After a while we got out at least.

The next stop was "Mormors café", close to the station. I'd give the place about 2.5/5 at the almighty café-scale, not good neither bad. We had a fun time there though, and when we left we realized: "Oh. It's gone dark."

We still had some time before the bowling, about three and a half hour frankly, so we went to another clothin store, but this time a second hand store! And that was fun, I can tell. For the first, the first thing that me and David found was these leather jackets. Motorcycle-jackets in the colours of black, red and white, truly beautiful. Or perhaps not beautiful, and truly not in the right sizes, but cool at least.

We found a whole lot of other junk/clothes there too... Most things were stuff that looked either fascinating or totally horrible. Like purple machester jeans. Or yellow, for that part. Or a jacket that made you look like a party baloon.

For the moment I really miss those photos... but I'll get'em for you tomorrow, don't worry 'bout that. ANyhow, we tried all the biker jackets too, just for fun, and Alex actually found a skirt that looked good. She didn't buy it though.

After the second hand experience we went for dinner, at a pizzeria next to Mårtenstorget.
*Chatting 'bout what we'd take for a meal*
E: What do you say, shall we split a family pizza?
A & D: Yeah, sure.
L: He, totally not, I'll have one for meself.
A: SO what are we going to have then?
*They chat for some minutes and at last decides for a Hawaii, family-size*
L: Or by second thought, I'll have a cheeseburger.
A: Oh Gosh, that's just so typical you, Snuggles.

Yes people, Snuggles is me. From now on my official nickname, sorta. Of course inherited from café Snuggles here in town, which I've labeled to be the only positive thing 'bout this town.

Sp, we had our dinner and had quite a few laughs too. By 19:15 we went for the station from where I'd take the buss home, and David and Alex where going to take their bikes. So we stood there chatting for a while, then said goodbye, and then I went for the terminal. I bought a pack of gum for the bus trip, and on my way out I met Julia, from my former class. It was nice seeing her, and nice talking to her too. We didn't take the same bus however.

And well on the bus I called, as earlier promised, my mum to tell her that I was on the bus, that I was alive, and that nooone had mugged me, and stuff. You know, mums.

When the bus got to Dalby I made a decision for myself, turned my mp3 off and before I got to think anymore I picked my phone up again and rang Linnea. I don't know what's wrong with me calling people really, but when she answered all doubts dissappeared. We talked for about fifteen minutes and... well, I'll probably call her tomorrow (today?) again. We had/have so much to talk about, and I've truly missed her. <3

Tomorrow I'll meet Joel by the evening for "finsk deppafton" or something. That'll be nice.

Cheers!

easy livin' - uriah heep

Easy livin' and I've been forgiven
Since you've taken
Your place in my heart

Okay, so I promised to say something about Saturday too. And by this time a'day, I don't feel like being an ass anymore, so I'll write something.

I spent the first third of the day cleaning, the second third wondering where T'res was, since she hadn't called me or anything, and the third third (?) being with T'res.

There ain't much to say about the claening I guess, but when T'res contacted me by like 14:10 or something, she had just a'woken. I'm not that surprised really. Anyhow we decided to meet downtown by the square, and then went for a little walk. The usual way sorta, the places worth walking by here. Down by Gågatan, in to buy something at Al-Humidis, continuing down to Österleden and then t'wards the station. By Pressbyrån we met Wendel and Björk, that are sort of just like when I met'em last time. No surprise, I guess.

Up by the square again, and there we first met Jacob Koc and then Joel. Fun! And by like 18.30 or something we went home to my place for first dinner and then Blues Brothers. Well, what's there more to say? Watching Blues Brothers, and then I walked her home since she probably doesn't know the eay by herself.

My only comment for the day today is that sundays still suck, no matter if you're on PDP or not.

Tomorrow; Lund and potentially bowling with Alex, Emz and David.

Cheers!

brothers in arms - dire straits

Now the suns gone to hell, and the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell, every man has to die
But its written in the starlight and every line on your palm
We're fools to make war on our brothers in arms

To start with friday, we had drama as first lesson. We mostly rehearsed different things, and since I'm not sure how much I have the power to tell, and at the same time feels a little for being an ass since I hate sundays, I won't tell you very much.

We spoke about grades however, and since I'm relatively new here (I've only been here for two weeks as you know...) I'm stuck with a G. That might change however, since me and Velko probably are going to do something especiale. That might be fun.

We had basketball on P.E., and it sucked pretty hard really. I'm at least five inches short of being able to like basketball. I believe we won one game however... Ah Christ, ain't anyone here able to play football? And then I mean football-football, the game where you kick at a ball with your foot. I refuse to say the s-word...

I still haven't got any food card, so I wen for kebab at Lundafalafel. Very nice actually.

Other lessons for the day was a cancelled Spanish-class that was spent together with Ems, Emma N and potentially someone more in the library, a history class that was pretty ok, and a boring biology class. Cells, cells, cells, if I ever happen to come across a cell I'll strangle it.

So after school me, David, Ems, Emma N, Alex (Alexandra that is) and Mengxian went by bus to the glorious metropolis of Södra Sandby, i.e. Ems' place. We started the evening with eating apple pie, a truly good start.














After eating the pie we got introduced to Bob by Emma, and after that the phrase "It's a fucking milk package!" was repeated by me an un-countable number of times. However, both me and Bob survived the evening, at least for this time.

Our activity for the evening was to watch a movie, so the next happening was "Get six persons to choose one movie out of averagely 300". Eventually it came to be Johnny English even though everyone except for David already had seen it. That didn't really matter though, and we had fun watching it.















There is an explanation whye some of the pics look weird though. Alex's the one taking the pics, and the display on her camera is sort of broken. So thereby she was taking photos manically, without knowing the result. Quite fun, actually.









From the left, Alex, David, Mengxian, Ems and moi, with Emma N taking the photo.

By averagely 21:30 we went out, since my bus was leaving for Lund by 21:49. So we got to the bus stop without (very many) accidents, and when I got on the bus I noticed that me bus card for some stupid reason doesn't work after fridays 20:00. So I paid the 12 crowns to get to Lund, said goodbye to the others, and left.

When I got to Lund I had a nice problem in front of me; for the first, I needed money for the bus home. For the second, I didn't know where the cash machine was on the Central station. I figured that sincie it is a station though, there's got to be one here. Pressbyrån and all other places of mine were closed, so I went in to a restaurant and asked two not all too sober gentlemen 'bout the way.

I got me money, and then spent a whole lot of time sending text messages. You know, fifty minutes on a station and after that seventy-five minutes on a bus can get pretty lonely. So me and Anna had this really nice conversation. She's a nice girl, I miss her actually.

Another person that I miss is Linnea. I need to talk to you someday soon now honey, it's been all too long.

And as my last stand I demand a great snow storm in this part of the country.
(I'll write about saturday another time, since there is nothing interesting to say about this sunday anyhow).

Cheers!

el condor pasa - simon & garfunkel

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail,
Yes I would
If I only could,
I surely would

Yesterday was... well, not entertaining, but at least I got to stay in town and avoid the freakin' bus.

The day was spent mostly at the VIP-room in Österporthallen, the one belonging to IFK Ystad. The area of discussion was "Ungdomens Hus", the... youth-house, or whatever; how's it going to be arranged, what's going to happen there, et cetera. The whole day was spent in that spirit, and I also got to be in the paper, Skånskan.

After this little event I went with Joel and Beata to Snuggles.
Joel (about the cookies of Snuggles): That's not a cookie, it's a fucking pie.

Nice afternoon however. After being on the café, I went with Terese to Österportstorget to get my bike, and then we stood there talking for like an hour or so. Nice, and also I'm going to see her on Saturday.

And the day today has been pretty random, mostly. Took the bus by 8:30, no extraordinary thing there. Had civics for the first lesson, where I got my history test back (even though Dardan had checked up my reult yesterday).
Stefan: This is REAALLY really good considering the circumstances, the others had two weeks and you had an evenning, this is reeeeally good.

Cheers, Stefan. Well, after that we had lunch so I went with Dardan, Araneya, Jacob and Ben to eat falafel and kebab. Not all too bad really, better than the school cantina.

The most part of the remaining gap I was talking to Alex Koc (we have three Alex's in class, and by them one Alexander and two Alexandra, see) 'bout Europa Universalis, and goofs of that... Pretty nerdy perhaps, but anyhow; second lesson, chemistry with Hagar. It was completely boring, to no surprise. We learned how to use the "Lewis Structure" when writing about ions. My very own opinion was that it wasn't all too useful.

Linus *pointing finger to Alex' head, shaped like a gun*: The only time I'll have any use of this is if a north-corean terrorist attacks me, puts a gun against my head and screams "Draw HCl using the Lewis Structure NOW muddah-fukkah, or I'll blow your brains out!" And what are the odds of that happening?

Last lesson was maths. Me, Emms and David had a hell of a time.

As you probably notice, I'm God awful tired now. Movie night tomorrow, see you at saturday.

Cheers!

cover me - bruce springsteen

The whole world's out there just
trying to score
I've seen enough, I ain't gonna
see it anymore, cover me.

So, been a bad blogger yesterday, and didn't write anything. How bad of me. Anyhow, the day started like most other days, up early, taking the bus almost even earlier, and then arriving in Lund 75 minutes later.

Okay, so these buss-tours sucks donkey-dick. But it's worth it. For the first I prefer the buses in front of the train, bigtime. And secondly, it takes me to a place where I once again have got the ability to smile. I know it sounds completely dorky, but I enjoy this place here, and I enjoy the feeling of a new city.

I'm not sure if I remember that much of yesterday, really. It was raining, and the first lesson was P.E. at Högavallsbadet. Unfortunately, I couldn't participate because of... well, the damn do I know.

Anyhow I didn't participate, and neither did Sophie or Alex Koc. So we went back to school to sit in the library, where Sophie was... studying maths I think, while I and Alex were discussing the freemasonry and stuff. Very much conspiracy theories, it's a wonder I managed to survive the day without freaking out.

The upcoming lessons were in following order Spanish, English and Biologu. The Spanish is quite fun actually, I've been talking a lot to these three people whose names I sadly don't recall, but they're nice anyhow.

On the evening I had this totally weird discussion on MSN together with Alexandra, Dardan, David, Emma and Mengxian... And I won't mention anything more about that.

And then for today. The day started once again with rain. But this time it was bigtime, especially when I got to Lund. The streets were more or less flooded... And then this wonderful morning continued with our maths teacher being half an hour late because of some UN-happening in the aula. And if we had been informed of that, I could have taken the bus an hour later or something. Total crap. After the maths however, we had swedish with the slitghtly antique and confused lady that is our teacher. There were a few presentations of foreign languages, first japaneese and after that vietnamese, and finally polish were Alex Koc tought us to say thing like "We blow everything up", "You look like a goat" and stuff like that. You probably get the level of it, I've today decided that polish is fun.

I've also decided that I'll do a shorter presentation about russian after the holiday...

We've also had drama today. Of course, it's all confidential and I can't give any details, but what I can say is that it was fun. Arthur and Maria was pure comedy, especially... This drama class is probably hurting my brain, but I can live with it.

After that we had this huge gap on like one hour and forty minutes (in IB-measures, that IS much) that was spent in the library. As usual, of course. At first, me, Sophie and Emma N sat by ourselves, Sophie still studying her math (and indirectly reminding me that I'm tragically far behind in the mathematics) while me and Emma were reading. I found this ol' book about swedish criminals and read the chapter about my potential relative, the old dynamitard Harald "Bildsköne" Bengtsson. I just love those histories, and even though I'm not as sure as my grampa that we're related to him, it's still kind of cool.

So after a while we joined Dardan, Araneya, Mengxian and Emma E, also in the library. After starting a smaller chaos with my mistake with showing that I had a double Daim, Dardan and Araneya went away and it was me and the girls left, as usual. So we got into these deep, philosophical questions...

"What if nothing really exists?"
"What if the things I see look totally different to somebody else, without us knnowing it?"
"What if the world's falling with the sun downwards all the time?"
"What if the world's upside down?"
"What's up and down anyway?"
"What if the whole school is made of cheese?"

I'll stop there, You just see for yourselves.

Last lesson was BIOLOGY! I bet you can all imagine how I'm really jumping up and down, thrilled to get to learn the mysteries of the nature.

Truly, biology's boring sometimes. In some weird way, me, Sophie and Emma managed to have fun anyway. Not just have I been proclaimed "evul", they've also started worshipping the Carrot Man.

Well, after biology class, I took the bus home and here I've sorta just existed. haven'tdone anything important, really.

Cheers!

errol - australian crawl

Oh, Errol
I would give everything, just to be like him

Ever had that feeling that you're life seems so empty and boring comparing to a certain persons'? Well, at least that feeling comes to me regularly. There's always something fascinating in dreaming about some other persons life, even if it's Errol Flynn, Arnold Scwarzenegger or just the guy on the other side of the street. The grass is always greener at the neighbour's place.

I'm not sure that I have anything really exciting to tell about this weekend. I spent like half of my time awake yesterday with T'res, and the rest of the time by I computer. First I went to Snuggles with her, taking a fika, and then by the evening I went home to her to watch "Walk the line". We've discovered that Joaquin Phoenix doesn't have an appearance of his own, he just looks like other people all the time. And mostly, he looked like other people than Johnny Cash, that he was supposed to play.

And today I've spent almost all of my time by the computer. Cheerful, isn't it? I freaking hate sundays. Their very existence puts me in a mood where I'm able to kill something fluffy and put it on a pole in the garden.
Anyhow, I was out walking with T'res now by the evening, and we... well, sat by our Emo Bridge, we walked a little, and then we sat by the monastery for a while. I realized that the church and the monastery are two pretty mystic buildings. I think I'll search inspiration there in the future, it might prove useful.

Tomorrow it's back to school, and back to my 75 minute bus. Is it woth it? It is worth it.

Cheers!

wild frontier - gary moore

I remember my city streets
before the soldiers came.
Now armoured cars and barricades
remind us of our shame.

I can happily announce that the blog is turning international today! Mostly because of my nowaday program, the PDP on Katte, but also since I'm awfully tired of the swedish language and everything swedish, really.

The day started early, in short. More exactly att 05.34, according to GMT+1. That's because my bus leaves at 6.30 (even though it's never there until 6.35) and if I miss it, I'll be half an hour late for class. This commuting will kill me...

First lesson this morning was drama. Our teacher explained to me that since I've sort of missed half of the term, she'll probably have problems giving me a fair grade. So she recommended me taking the art in next term instead, but I kindly explained that half a grade in drama is probably better than I'll ever get in arts or music, so I stay.

I don't think I can tell any more details about the lesson, since most of it probably got a "For our eyes only"-stamp. Anyhow, the P.E. afterwards was pretty horrible, since we spent most of the lesson in the gym. I hate gym-training!

Well, then lunch, and after that my first lesson in spanish. I found my way, wonderly, or probably because I followed Sophie up. Then I, for some reason, let her borrow my history papers, since the test was the next lesson.

Anyhow, I survived the spanish and also the history test. I've got it all figured out; if I did well on the test, I'm in favor for the teacher. If I screwed up, which isn't all to unbelieveable if I did, I can just blame the fact that I'm new. It usually works.

We had biology for last class, can't say that I learned that mush, we mainly put names to different parts of a cell. I bet you can really hear how I jump up and down by joy for it? Well, chemistry's worse. The bare fact that one of the first things I were told my first day was that our chemistry teacher was... without definition, says pretty much.

Afterwards I walked to the Central Station, I walked the first bit with Sophie, whos buss left from the stop by... that street which I don't really know the name of. Anyhow, I got on the 16.23 bus today, that was comforting. This. Commuting. Will. Kill. Me!

And I've only been here for three days...

Tomorrow it's saturday, and I'm meeting T'res sometime after one o'clock. Wiie! Now I just need to find something to do for saturday night.

Cheers!

fell in love with an alien - kelly family

She ain't looking out babe
for a homeboy
I fell in love with an alien,
I'm in love with her eyes

Ytterligare en dag i Lund, och ytterligare två och en halv timme på Skånependeln.

Det kan vara nyhetens behag, en hopplös drömmares önskan eller helt enkelt en fanatisk trötthet på min hemstad, men jag känner nästan att jag hittat rätt. Jag kan inte sätta fingret på vad, men för första gången i min utbildning får jag känslan av att jag befinner mig på rätt plats, vid rätt tillfälle. Och det finns en viss risk att jag håller på att bli kär i staden Lund, kanske just för nyhetens behag, men vem vet väl verkligen.

Jag är rädd att det blir ett kort blogginlägg idag. Jag är rätt trött. Jag började i vilket fall dagen med att vara inne i Lund vid nio, för att få lite tid i lugn och ro. Gick en runda på Clemens-torget, plockade med mig ett exemplar av City, och styrde stegen mot Katte. Satt sedan nere i källaren och vätnade på att det skulle börja anlända folk, då jag inte hade någon aning om var vår lektion skulle vara.

Första lektionen var civics, det vill säga samhällskunskap. Detta med min mentor, och jag fick mitt skåp idag, väldigt vänligt. Efter att ha kånkat omkring på en fullpackad ryggsäck (som efter civics även innehöll en gigantisk historiebok på vägen ner till skåpet) som verkat vara i samma viktklass som en mindre Volkswagen är jag rätt mör i ryggen.

Lunchen/håltimmen tillbringades först i matsalen, och senare i biblioteket med Arthur, Velco och Alex. Alex har för övrigt visat sig vara kusin med Jacob och Batte Koc. Det är nästan för läskigt för att vara sant.

Efter lunchen hade vi kemi med vår läskiga kemilärare, naturligtvis. Tanten kommer ge mig mardrömmar, det är jag övertygad om. Och efter kemin var det matteprov, som nog gick rätt hyfsat faktiskt.

Efter skolan var jag först uppom en runda på andra våningen tillsammans med några från klassen, minnet sviker dock vilka, och sedan gick jag en runda med David och Emma... vad hon nu heter i efternamn på väg till Centralen.

Vistelsen hemmavid har tillbringats i genuin slapphet, och inget annat.

Dagens citat; Jakob: "En Historiebok är ingen historiebok förrän man kan slå ihjäl någon med den."

Cheers!

lazing on a sunday afternoon - queen

Bicycling on every wednesday evening
Thursday I go waltzing to the zoo
I come from london town
I'm just an ordinary guy
Fridays I go painting in the Louvre

Tänk att det fanns en tid när jag uppskattade långa, lediga och händelselösa dagar. Någonstans i mitt liv har jag förändrats drastiskt har jag nu insett.

Dagen har tillbringats huvudsakligen med matte. Detta då vi har ett matteprov imorgon, som antagligen inte kommer gå särskilt bra, men det får väl gå ändå. Jag är nästan benägen att säga att jag längtar till morgondagen, det har jag inte kunnat säga om en vardag på väldigt, väldigt länge som det känns.

Ja, som sagt tror jag inte det finns mycket att nämna om dagen. När kvällen ännu var ung så påbörjade jag mitt projekt med att montera lysen på cykeln. Framljuset gick utan några större problem, men bakljuset ställde till problem. Antingen må jag vara den mest otekniska bastarden på planeten, eller så fattas det en bult. Jag låter er bilda en egen uppfattning om det.

Kvällen bjöd dock på en händelse, närmare bestämt avtackningsmiddag för det gamla presidiet. Detta med mig, Pontus och AnnaSofia från presidiet, samt fältarna, Eskil, Thomas och Roger, socialnämndens ordförande. Det vill säga ett gäng jag hunnit bli rätt ordentligt bekant med under det gångna året.

Middagen hölls på Bryggeriet nere i stan, och det är första gången på länge jag åt något riktigt gott där. 200 g hamburgare av grillat oxkött, någon hemmarörd dressing och chilisås, och vid sidan Idaho-potatis (stora klyftpotatis, stora!), till dricka två Coke och till efterrätt Toblerone Parfait med vispgrädde och bärsås. Delicious.

Pratet vid bordet gick även det som det brukar, lite flabb och lite diskussion, och återigen har jag fått påståendet "det du inte vet om dig själv vet redan alla andra, eller åtminstone Fältarna" bekräftat.

Vi har även fått vår avtackningsgåva idag. Varsin bok. Thomas påpekade väldigt länge och noggrant att det inte var någon som helst politisk markering eller fingervisning från deras sida ("Jag har till och med bråkat med honom på telefon vet ni.") utan att vi skulle se honom som en ung politiker, och läsa hans tankar. Boken var Gustav Fridolins Från Vittsjö till världen, som jag tror kommer bli eminent bussläsning. Den verkar intressant åtminstone.

Och imorgon tar jag antagligen bussen halv åtta för att vara inne i Lund i god tid, en timme innan jag börjar. Jag vill strosa runt där lite imorgon, som det ser ut nu hittar jag (nätt och jämnt) från stationen till skolan. Och när jag ska från Parkskolan till Katte så är jag inte säker på att jag hittar alls.

Allt för ikväll. Radiotystnad iakttas.

Cheers!

breakaway - kelly clarkson

Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray, I could break away

Den antagligen längsta blogginledningen hittills. Det är lite läskigt ibland, hur det känns som att låtar talar direkt till en. Eller om en, för den delen.

Jag tror inte jag mådde riktigt bra här egentligen. Inte beroende på någon person, och kanske inte på grund av staden i sig, utan antagligen på grund av mig själv. Jag har växt ur den här stan, mina tankar har blivit för stora för mig själv. Jag behöver ett miljöombyte, antagligen permanent. Jag behöver göra något som jag kan vara lite stolt över, och känna lite prestige. Jag behöver känna att jag gör en skillnad när det gäller min egen framtid.

Men jag saknar klassen, faktiskt. Det gör jag. TTSUSDV, typ.

Gårdagen var en enda lång avskedsturné mer eller mindre, och tillbringades huvudsakligen med att städa ut skåpet, lämna tillbaka böcker till respektive lärare samt försöka ta avsked av så många som möjligt.

Tyvärr, alla sadister. Inga tårar här inte. Rätt så standardavsked, "det var trevligt att lära känna dig" typ. Och de jag lär träffa igen var väl medvetna om det själva.

Och dagen idag, Dagen K som i Katedral, L som i Lund och IB som i International Baccalaureate. Och vilken dag!
Nå, det verkar som att jag trots allt kommer överleva pendeln, det tog inte så lång tid som jag trodde. Eller, det gjorde det ju, men det kändes likväl kortare.

Skolan i sig var... jag vet inte, intensiv. Otroligt många intryck, en helt ny stad att lära sig hitta i, och så har jag blivit presenterad för så många att jag knappt minns någon. Sprängfylld av intryck efter det att huvudsakligen mina två nya klasskamrater Sofie och Emma beslutade sig för att visa mig runt.

Wiie. Nej, men det var kul faktiskt. Om inte annat så var det intressant att prata engelska nästan hela dagen. Underbart!

Jag kommer knappt ihåg vad för lektioner jag haft idag, men efter en snabbtitt på schemat noterar jag att jag haft matte, svenska, drama (nej, det är inget skämt, jag går numera på drama) och kemi. Drama, ja... Det var nämligen så att jag idag skulle bestämma mig vad för estetisk verksamhet jag ville ha, så jag valde drama framför bild och musik. Jag får dock inte nämna något om vad vi ska spela eller vad vi sysslar med, alla frågor ska istället besvaras med; "Who the fuck is Velco?". Don't ask.

Jag har för övrigt noterat (och även de andra har noterat det) att jag är den enda i klassen som pratar brittisk engelska. Jäsigt.

Imorgon har jag frilagd dag, underbart, underbart. Hur den ska tillbringas återstår att se, men antagligen med matteräkning och en film. På torsdag är det dags att passa pendeln igen.

Var ute en runda med T'res nu ikväll också. Var först inom på Konsum och sedan satt vi på vår emo-bridge. Andra kvällen i rad nu, wiie!

Cheers!