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So. Friday I took my bike to town, attempting to ride it with the small disability of having ot air in the back tyre. But a signifigant lack in bus card or cash gave me no other choice...
I made it to Elliots final presentation, failed to get the video camera working, watched Elliot randomly spout facts on his year. He then recieved a book. I got no gift of endearment from my club! Just a "Fuck off, stop spending our money" sort of look from the old men at the back.
Then... I got photographed for the paper...
Then... I made it home, only to leave a few hours later, meet Lotta and other random people in town. Then approach My's christmas party.
A few people were there. Lotta and I stooged "christmas beer" from Johannes and Stafan (Henkes brother) and became slightly drunk. Not sure how the rest of the night played out. But it did involve being alone in a room with Lotta for a signifigant enough amount of time ...
then the night... it ended not too well. Fanny was depressed, Lotta a little sick (even though we didn't drink that much ? Christmas beer - Julöl - must have something extra in it... ) so I put her on a bus to Olof.
Made it home at 3am. Woke a few hours later to be driven to a Lucia Concert. The 14 year olds really can sing. Unlike the choirs of australia, which, on a primary school level, usually sound like a bunch of half strangled chickens imagining a range of "tones". After 2 hours of listening to trying not to doze (Oh I was shocked by the beauty, my semi hang over robbed some of my appreication skills).
This was followed by a lunch in a museum.
Then Elliot and I were driven out to look at Lars Iges new Ferrari. I'm pretty sure he said it was worth 17 million ´crowns.
The ferrari looked like it could give birth to a mustang and still have the energy to pump 10pistons. Nice car but these people.. .were.. the richest I've ever seen. Brutal capitalism. GOtta Lovei t? ----
extortion of the orignal car blue print. Just to make an object so uselless and brutal it's sacrimental to even post a dollar on it. So the rich adorn themselves. Pile it on, cover yourself in everything that's up for purchase, travel the world with your riches but never learn a thing of culture because money blinds most lenses... the expensive hotel won't teach you anything...
Last night I headed back to the International House for a "Dutch Party." It involved orange, a knife to my throat due to orange, attempting to spice the party with some trance and failing. It ended in some smoking of some substance and me cruising home ...
Today is a lunch with my counsellor. And my host mum comes home from China!