Everything and nothing
Well, Lundakarneval is over, Anna left for Malmö yesterday and (I'm pretending) I don't have any studying I absolutely have to do.
The karneval in itself was sort of a let-down. Too expensive for too little, not to mention it rained the whole god damned weekend. On the bright side though I spent a few lovely hours with Becks and the rest of the gang, and this whole experience has given me new-found respect for cityfesten in all it's belgian waffle glory.
Having Anna here was a blast. On Saturday we ate quessadillas, partied for a bit with the pirate gang and stood one hour in the rain trying to get in to a beer-tent, only to have a guy start playing Björn Rosengren covers as soon as we got in. When we got back home the pirates were still at it, and I ended up discussing music with a very drunk Kalle until two-three in the morning while Anna fell asleep in the arm-chair and Bearsky on the bed.
On Sunday we went for a walk around town, had fika at Mondo and decided to bojcott the festival, settling instead for home-made pizza, cookies and The Corpse Bride. Anna and Jennifer from the corridor joined us for a bit, and a good time was had by all. On Monday we started the day with what we thought was a short walk, walking past a park, some cottages, a factory... untill all of a sudden I realized I could see Hjärup, a town between Lund and Malmö, in the distance. Turns out we had walked all the way around and across town without even noticing, a fact we both blame on worm-holes.
Oh, and not to forget. I've been thinking a lot lately (never a good sign) about experiences and boys and what not. Thing is, Johan and I have the best relationship ever. But I've never even kissed anyone else and I'm beginning to get the feeling that the whole 'never tried someone else' thing might have the potential to evolve into a major midlife crisis later on if I don't do something about it.
So on friday I wrote to Johan, explained the situation, and asked him if he would give me permission to kiss other guys. Thankfully he understood me perfectly (I really do have the best boyfriend ever, how many other guys would be okay with something like this?) and granted me full make-out privileges.
The only problem now is that I'm so darn picky I probably won't kiss anyone else anyway, but at least I have permission if the situation ever arises.
The karneval in itself was sort of a let-down. Too expensive for too little, not to mention it rained the whole god damned weekend. On the bright side though I spent a few lovely hours with Becks and the rest of the gang, and this whole experience has given me new-found respect for cityfesten in all it's belgian waffle glory.
Having Anna here was a blast. On Saturday we ate quessadillas, partied for a bit with the pirate gang and stood one hour in the rain trying to get in to a beer-tent, only to have a guy start playing Björn Rosengren covers as soon as we got in. When we got back home the pirates were still at it, and I ended up discussing music with a very drunk Kalle until two-three in the morning while Anna fell asleep in the arm-chair and Bearsky on the bed.
On Sunday we went for a walk around town, had fika at Mondo and decided to bojcott the festival, settling instead for home-made pizza, cookies and The Corpse Bride. Anna and Jennifer from the corridor joined us for a bit, and a good time was had by all. On Monday we started the day with what we thought was a short walk, walking past a park, some cottages, a factory... untill all of a sudden I realized I could see Hjärup, a town between Lund and Malmö, in the distance. Turns out we had walked all the way around and across town without even noticing, a fact we both blame on worm-holes.
Oh, and not to forget. I've been thinking a lot lately (never a good sign) about experiences and boys and what not. Thing is, Johan and I have the best relationship ever. But I've never even kissed anyone else and I'm beginning to get the feeling that the whole 'never tried someone else' thing might have the potential to evolve into a major midlife crisis later on if I don't do something about it.
So on friday I wrote to Johan, explained the situation, and asked him if he would give me permission to kiss other guys. Thankfully he understood me perfectly (I really do have the best boyfriend ever, how many other guys would be okay with something like this?) and granted me full make-out privileges.
The only problem now is that I'm so darn picky I probably won't kiss anyone else anyway, but at least I have permission if the situation ever arises.