I missed my LJ-anniversary
with a few days. I thought it was the 11th of February, but looking back I started this journal on February 8th 2003. So now I'm 5 years and 4 days old in LJ-land. Hooray for me.
Still managed to wake up at 07:55 today at sister's place, even though I didn't go to sleep until 01:30 last night since I finally got hold of my brother in Mexico and had to catch up on what's going on over there. Yay for skype. He had a new hair-cut and was still tanned and we're very very jealous. Here the weather is boring and I'm at my most winter-pale ever. Scary-white ghost looks back at me from the mirror.
I had the most funny dream for me in ages tonight. Somehow I shared a flat with a lot of people, and among them where my second boy-crush from 7th grade. I haven't thought about him in years and years. God, he' was really archetype 101 for subsequent boy-crushes; tall, slim, dark haired, more clever than he let on, and with an interesting (at that time) British past, and yes he had a cool girl-friend. i was thirteen, pining from afar was THE thing to do. We didn't know each other very well in the dream, but I was obviously still into him in some way. The funny thing was the conversation we ended up having, about all the strange guys from our class we remembered and wondered what had happened to. I have NOT thought about or even recalled those names in probably almost fifteen years. And the only guys we discussed were the misfits and the nerds. Fascinating in a very strange way *g*. Of course I had to google the guy after this and it seems like he's working in London. The guys we talked about? At least on of them still lives in the same area we grow up in. I actually WOULD like to know what happened to a few of them, but very much doubt that any of them would show up on any kind of reunion. We all went to different grammar schools after 9th grade, and there are surprisingly few of my old classmates I've bumped into during the years since then. Gothenburg is THAT big a city, so I ought to have met more of them
Still managed to wake up at 07:55 today at sister's place, even though I didn't go to sleep until 01:30 last night since I finally got hold of my brother in Mexico and had to catch up on what's going on over there. Yay for skype. He had a new hair-cut and was still tanned and we're very very jealous. Here the weather is boring and I'm at my most winter-pale ever. Scary-white ghost looks back at me from the mirror.
I had the most funny dream for me in ages tonight. Somehow I shared a flat with a lot of people, and among them where my second boy-crush from 7th grade. I haven't thought about him in years and years. God, he' was really archetype 101 for subsequent boy-crushes; tall, slim, dark haired, more clever than he let on, and with an interesting (at that time) British past, and yes he had a cool girl-friend. i was thirteen, pining from afar was THE thing to do. We didn't know each other very well in the dream, but I was obviously still into him in some way. The funny thing was the conversation we ended up having, about all the strange guys from our class we remembered and wondered what had happened to. I have NOT thought about or even recalled those names in probably almost fifteen years. And the only guys we discussed were the misfits and the nerds. Fascinating in a very strange way *g*. Of course I had to google the guy after this and it seems like he's working in London. The guys we talked about? At least on of them still lives in the same area we grow up in. I actually WOULD like to know what happened to a few of them, but very much doubt that any of them would show up on any kind of reunion. We all went to different grammar schools after 9th grade, and there are surprisingly few of my old classmates I've bumped into during the years since then. Gothenburg is THAT big a city, so I ought to have met more of them