It is nine minutes past one. The last remains of the club is silently dissolving from my skin into the air. The place had been the same. Young drunk guys in striped shirts making passes on even younger girls in the typical club top and tight jeans to music that saw its prime days somewhere in the mid 90's. I don't know why we still go there ( Read more... )

I would like to modify my last post, at least to the point that this trip is not a complete disaster. Parts of it did made me want to hang myself in my own intestrials, yes, but even with only the last few days every bit of it has been totally worth it ( Read more... )

It's 08:06 in the morning and I just came home from the moving in party at Ola and Louise, the last party I will attend during my time here in Gävle. 
The bus (yes, I am getting a ride in dad's touring bus, believe it or not) is leaving on Thursday morning, only four days away.

At the party was also Jörgen, one of Louise's friends from Stockholm. ( Read more... )

On Saturday I had the very first party ever in my appartment since I moved in. Normally I'm not the party person, or at least not the planning the party person, and every time I tried there's always been so much hustle and bustle around it to make it worth your while. Last time I tried was on my birthday when I tried to gather a dinner party. ( Read more... )