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My day in short:
Got up.
Did everything that needs to be done in the morning and had a lovely breakfast with Daniel. We made porridge and giggeled endlessly over the pure horror it is to eat it. Then we had our vitamines and giggled even more since they were if possible worse then the porridge.
The background story that explains why i have vitamines in my cubboard:
A late autum afternoon i was taking a stroll with Felicia. Shes as beautiful as her name is and her voice is deep and ritch. She sings wherever she walks and shes as lonely as a storm passing, lonely in her self, but independent, strong and engaging every living thing in her path as she twirls by in rageing beauty. (As you can tell i love her as much as i can love.)
From this to the actuall vitamines. (I got a bit sidetracked)
We were making dinner and when we had gathered all we needed i found myself in front av a very inspiering tube. A deep pink tube with a picture of a pink orange. A tube of vitamines with the dazzling name "multikvinna", in english, "multiwoman". That must be the most absurde productname i have ever come across plus it made me think of an old song by Zarah Leander witch in turn made me burst out in remembered song. A vitamine that makes you burst out in song before even taking it must be worth every penny so naturaly now its all mine! Unfortunately it tastes like shit and i have no idea if you become a multiwoman (whatever that is) by taking it or if you perhaps get multiwomen. I think the latter is what made Daniel drink up. (Hes an old friend of mine curretly sleeping in my livingroom.)
Then i had a bath.
Went to my lecture.
The cutest boy in class sat next to me and we became friends. We both had fruit so we had something in common. He had a banana and i had an apple, i think i'll have an easier fruit the next time. The way apples crunch when you take a bite seems to be somewhat of a disturbance to my professor. Bad childhood memories perhaps. Saga made a great comment the other day on the subject "the cutest boy in class" by the way. We were talking about who´s the cutest boy in her class (I cant tell his name, its all very hush-hush) and then she asked me who the cutest boy in my class is so i tell her. His name is Finn (Find in swedish, never occured to me before) and she looks down as if she doesent want to hurt my feelings incase i can see in her eyes what shes thinking, her little dollface has a concerned look to it and she sais: "Well *apperant pause* the fact that he has a funny name doesent mean that he looks funny" and she smiles encouraging at me.
The rest of the day i have spent making dinner and gingerbread cookies. First i made dinner for me and Saga and then i decided that i should start living a healtier life since i got a zit on my chin. (Who needs logic when there is living without it) So, i decided to make lots of healthy food to bring to school. Lintals and spinage curry, great idea. In theory it works well, irl i got carried away by spinage and now i have a ton of curry smelling spinage with a concentration of one lintal per square inch. Note "smelling" not to be confused with "tasting". In the end it all amounted to me overdoseing on gingerbread cookie dough and getting a stomacace instead of leading a healtier life. Saga who is the more mature one in the family ate an impressingly tiny crumb of the dough and frowned at my foolish behavior.(As for mature behavior, make no misstake, Saga did not eat porridge, drink icky vitamines or giggle at breakfast. She sipped her chocholate milk with dignity in a civilized fasion.)
And im in a very weird mood. If it wasent for the stress i'd diagnose myself with some kind of borderline syndrome, stay home for a week and drink my vitamines.
Got up.
Did everything that needs to be done in the morning and had a lovely breakfast with Daniel. We made porridge and giggeled endlessly over the pure horror it is to eat it. Then we had our vitamines and giggled even more since they were if possible worse then the porridge.
The background story that explains why i have vitamines in my cubboard:
A late autum afternoon i was taking a stroll with Felicia. Shes as beautiful as her name is and her voice is deep and ritch. She sings wherever she walks and shes as lonely as a storm passing, lonely in her self, but independent, strong and engaging every living thing in her path as she twirls by in rageing beauty. (As you can tell i love her as much as i can love.)
From this to the actuall vitamines. (I got a bit sidetracked)
We were making dinner and when we had gathered all we needed i found myself in front av a very inspiering tube. A deep pink tube with a picture of a pink orange. A tube of vitamines with the dazzling name "multikvinna", in english, "multiwoman". That must be the most absurde productname i have ever come across plus it made me think of an old song by Zarah Leander witch in turn made me burst out in remembered song. A vitamine that makes you burst out in song before even taking it must be worth every penny so naturaly now its all mine! Unfortunately it tastes like shit and i have no idea if you become a multiwoman (whatever that is) by taking it or if you perhaps get multiwomen. I think the latter is what made Daniel drink up. (Hes an old friend of mine curretly sleeping in my livingroom.)
Then i had a bath.
Went to my lecture.
The cutest boy in class sat next to me and we became friends. We both had fruit so we had something in common. He had a banana and i had an apple, i think i'll have an easier fruit the next time. The way apples crunch when you take a bite seems to be somewhat of a disturbance to my professor. Bad childhood memories perhaps. Saga made a great comment the other day on the subject "the cutest boy in class" by the way. We were talking about who´s the cutest boy in her class (I cant tell his name, its all very hush-hush) and then she asked me who the cutest boy in my class is so i tell her. His name is Finn (Find in swedish, never occured to me before) and she looks down as if she doesent want to hurt my feelings incase i can see in her eyes what shes thinking, her little dollface has a concerned look to it and she sais: "Well *apperant pause* the fact that he has a funny name doesent mean that he looks funny" and she smiles encouraging at me.
The rest of the day i have spent making dinner and gingerbread cookies. First i made dinner for me and Saga and then i decided that i should start living a healtier life since i got a zit on my chin. (Who needs logic when there is living without it) So, i decided to make lots of healthy food to bring to school. Lintals and spinage curry, great idea. In theory it works well, irl i got carried away by spinage and now i have a ton of curry smelling spinage with a concentration of one lintal per square inch. Note "smelling" not to be confused with "tasting". In the end it all amounted to me overdoseing on gingerbread cookie dough and getting a stomacace instead of leading a healtier life. Saga who is the more mature one in the family ate an impressingly tiny crumb of the dough and frowned at my foolish behavior.(As for mature behavior, make no misstake, Saga did not eat porridge, drink icky vitamines or giggle at breakfast. She sipped her chocholate milk with dignity in a civilized fasion.)
And im in a very weird mood. If it wasent for the stress i'd diagnose myself with some kind of borderline syndrome, stay home for a week and drink my vitamines.