I was just wondering when we’d see the fourth one. This loos pretty much like I imagined, only a little more awesome Vampires and Lycans against Humans, EPIC!

http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi2865733145

I recently started thinking about it when I saw the intro video for my all time favourite children’s show, Ika i Rutan. Ika was straight-forward and had both strange humor and great imagination. She did so many strange things and her shows were real oddities. I loved it, because it was something out of the ordinary, as I felt like I was out of the ordinary… Just look at this!

Nope, I am not surprised at all ^^

Anyway so this picture shows what I came home with. Everything from nature books about african savannah and swedish coasts to history books, knitting patterns and even a biography!

I love books, but I seldom have enough money to buy anything. This was like christmas in advance!

Today is one of those days when autumn is on my good side again… Too bad it’s a long day of working ending with employee education… Missing my greek class because of this.

Yesterday I went with Bea to Medusa. Her favourite DJ was there and played some really nice danceable music! A lot of sleaze, unfortunately, but at least it’s a rythm one can dance too and embarrasingly enough I knew most of the lyrics. Damn you Bandit Radio! Anyway, we were dancing to everything from Crashdiet to The Doors, Rammstein, Sabaton, Judas Priest, Linkin Park and Green Day. Strange little mix of music, but wonderful to dance to.

Funny thing about going out dancing it’s very cheap. There’s simply no time to drink! I bought one cocktail and one beer, and then it was so warm so I was gulping down loads of  water instead. So by the time it was 3am and the bar was closing, I’d had a good workout and was completely sober, if only a little tired. Wonderful way to party, I have to do this more often.

I went for a Halloweenesque make up in black and orange. Really nice. Lovely Make Up Store and Lovely Oriflame made the make up hold perfectly through the whole evening in spite of a few hours dancing and sweating. This is why I don’t like the cheapest make up, it would never hold like this!

Unfortunately I was dancing too much so I didn’t take any pictures during the evening. Bea did, though. It will be so much fun to see them when she publishes them. I guess they’ll go on Facebook just like everything else ^^

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I’ve hung up some food for the birds, the little green thingies hanging on the inside of my balcony. To be honest, we’re not aloowed to feed birds from our balconies due to the risk of food falling down on the ground and attracting mice and rats. Frankly, I don’t give a shit. I want to help the birds, and if there are any hungry rats under my balcony they are welcome to feast on anything that falls down to them… I don’t want to see animals starve, not even if they’er considered “vermin”…

Should try to take pictures in better light though… And I need a desk. Really…

Now, when I sit here trying to etch Greek grammar into my brain, I really regret being so stubborn and I’m sorry that she couldn’t give  me a better answer. I’ve always hated the grammar part. I’m not a theoretical learner. I have to hear and use a language to learn it. That’s why I’ve become so good at English, I guess. Because all the music I listen to and all my favourite movies are in English. Maybe I should dive down into the unknown world of Greek horror movies to learn more greek. By the way, is there any such things as Greek horror movies?? I’ve never heard of one… Of course, I never knew the spanish were so good at horror movies until I started watching some, so who knows. Hmm, this I have to look into…

Until then, I guess I just have to keep on reading and writing and hope that one day I will learn Greek just as good as I learned English. Keep your fingers crossed!

We went shopping shoes for Katta and I ended up buying these lovely Dr. Martens for myself. I’ve wanted new docs for ages!

It’s going to be hell and torture to make them comfortable, but I know it and I’m prepared. Anything to have my wonderful docs again <3

Here’s the episode. Watch it and be in awe!

So I’m enjoying this awesome episode together with thai chicken wok (spicy AND sweet thanks to some pineapple and mango!!) and a glass of red wine. Later I’m gonna have ice cream and cinnamon buns and play Mass Effect ’til I drop dead. Or just fall asleep…

So now I’m having a free day. Celebrating it with the new Oriflame goodies. I’ll try to do the last finishing touch on my new bookshelves as soon as I’ve eaten a very late lunch and later I’m off to my parent’s place. They’re going down to Småland to visit granny and I’m going to keep their cat company. Probably I’ll just stay there all night, playing computer games

AMAZING! They called me just now and I have an appointment today! Awesomeness Now I just have to call my boss and say that unfortunately it’s a late appointment so I’ll have to take yet another sick day… But at least I’ll get it checked up now.

It’s a grey, slow and cold day. Perfect for staying indoors at my parent’s place, studying language. I got hold of the work book, but not the text book. I’ve ordered it from Adlibris, but they order is still on “pending”. If there’s no change tomorrow I’ll call Akademibokhandeln and see if they’ve got it. If so, I’ll just cancel the order from Adlibris and go buy it directly instead.

Practicing a new language like this is always fachinating, especially so since it’s a new alphabet. I SO feel like a child, writing letters in a row over and over and not really managing them to look ok… Practice makes perfect, and I’ll just keep on practicing… Right now I’m practicing the order in which every letter comes, and by doing so I also memorize ho they look. Writing it over and over and over again will eventually make them stick to my brain… Hopefully.

Right now I’m on the subway. Left home a little earlier so I can sneak past the book shop at Mäster Samuelsgatan to pick up my greek school books. I need to start practicing so I don’t fall behind in class!

Coffee and warm scones with honey. What a perfect way to start a day ^^

Right when I got home from Crete I signed up for a greek language class. Maybe not the most radical thing to do (love that line, btw…) but it’s a start and it was VERY impulsive. Just sitting there, browsing about and going like “Hey, there’s a greek language class here. I wonder when it starts. Hmm, tomorrow? LET’S DO IT!” and off I went. So I’ve already had one lesson and it felt good. It’s a beautiful language and one I’ll actually be able to use. At least a little more often than japanese. Haha! And I can practice whenever I get to Crete or Lefkas ^^ I’ll keep you updated on how it’s going. At the moment I’m struggling to learn the alphabeth. Feels very much like I’m five years old, practicing reading again… Strange, but nice. We all need to go back and remind ourselves of how it was to be a child sometimes.

Actually it all started Tuesday the 13th september when my friend sent me a message and told me they were already there. 10 persons already waiting for the concert. I panicked. I wanted to go so badly I almost started crying at work. But I had to keep strong and remain focused. Next day ended with 17 people. 17 people already there and I could just go to work, do my stuff and then go back home. I had to pack for my trip to Crete you see, and show Eddie all the things about the animals so he could take care of them while I was away. Wednesday evening I was so torn between being a good girl and do all my chores at home and going to Gröna Lund to be there just a little earlier than I had planned. But I was a good girl. 17 people. Holy cow, I was so distraught I was accidentally very surly toward Eddie. Poor bastard having to stand my company that evening. But we watched Wall:E and all was okay.

Thursday morning I was packing, packing and preparing and packing some more. When I finally sat on the subway, on my way, it felt much better. Dad had come to pick up all my luggage for the trip to Crete. Eddie knew all he had to about the animals and I was finally on my way. I think i already posted about that. Happy mobile blogging. And as you already know (if you’ve kept reading my blog vigilantly) I was number 27. so 10 more people had arrived that same morning, and I was at the gates by 10:30 am… Amazing. But 27 was not so bad. Before the evening came we were way over 100. I was so happy I had decided to stay there at least one night.

Queing was incredible. So many people, so many memories, so much catching up and sharing. I felt really great being there. It was raining now and then during the evening and night but it was okay. We had some shelter, we had candles and each other. When darkness came we ordered pizza and sat telling strange stories for hours. Those were happy times.

However, there was this strange feeling of despair and hopelessness everywhere. Nobody wanted that night to end. I think, most people would have preferred that the friday never came. For me it was a double disaster….

We went to sleep quite early, knowing we had to save our strength for the next day. Sleeping on the ground, at the entrance to Gröna Lund, was surprisingly more comfortable than I could ever imagine. Must be because of all those nights sleeping directly on the ground during the medieval festivals… Anyway, I woke up at three ’cause I needed to go to the toilet and I realized that I was missing one of my bags, my old rucksack. “Someone must have moved it” I thought. I tried to look around for it, but since I didn’t want to wake anybody up I went back to sleep, without finding it. When I woke up in the morning I started to ask around if anyone had seen my bag. Nobody had. We were looking all over for it when Emelie cried out that her bag was missing too. So the horrible thought that had been haunting my mind was now a fact. My bag had been stolen, and with it my Nikon D90. It was the worst possible start on the worst possible day.

The rest of the day went by in a sort of mellow and dizzy way. People were still talking, and to some point even laughing, but the mood had changed. Everybody knew what was going to happen and that it was inevitable. People were crying from time to time, and I knew it was going to get worse.

One very bright spot that day was the queing and the way we were let in. Everybody had so much angst about the way from the gates to the scene. Normally, Gröna Lund is one of the worst places for concerts since people have to run over the so called “Spanish Stairs”. People fall and get hurt, and we didn’t want that to happen. The wonderful staff at Gröna Lund gave us exactly what we wanted. A nice and peaceful chance to walk all the way from the stairs to the scene. First we got to line up in numeric order. At that moment I was very happy with my number 27 since we were way over 200 people at that time. Then we lined up in rows of five, to get everybody inside. Once there they told us to be calm, keep walking and not create panic by starting to run. If they saw just one person running they would let open the other gates and the chase for the best places would be on. I think everybody knew exactly how important this was. Can you imagine 200 people lined up in silence? It was like magic. Just check this picture!

I was so proud of all the Angelheads!

When we were released from the stairs everybody was walking, still in numeric order. I already knew my place, I was going to stand behind Emelie, Anji and Aino. So I had no problems knowing where to go, how to find a good place or anything. We were finally sitting in front of the stage, and now we only had to wait five more hours. I was so torn. One part of me wanted it all to be over. I wanted to go home, go to bed and forget all the feelings I’ve ever had. The other part of me longed for the concert so badly. I wanted to see my beloved boys again since i hadn’t been able to go to a single concert since the spring tour! The last part of me wanted to stop time so I wouldn’t have to watch them leave.

But there is no way of stopping time. It goes on relentlessly. 55 minutes before the show people started to push forward, so we had to rise and stand up. After those 55 minutes, when the intro music started and the front curtain dropped… Words cannot describe it. It was a perfect mix of complete happiness, disaster, panic, endorfins and despair. What an emotional overload that was.  Some songs made me so happy I could scream. i was dancing my ass off to One of us, Prayer for the weekend and Clamour for Glamour. I was soaring among the clouds in Disease and Laurel Wreath. I cried like a baby during Tell me this night is over, It takes a fool, The apocalypse is over and Stay with me. All good things must come to an end, and this time it was infinite. The total end. Calleth you Cometh I… What a wonderful choir we were, but the horrible truth is that no matter how much we call, they won’t come anymore. As the band left the stage I was panicking again. I didn’t want to watch them go, but I couldn’t stop staring. I watched them leave the stage together for the very last time, and the tears wouldn’t stop. Everything was spinning, I couldn’t breathe. I could hardly stand on my feet. All around me people were crying and hugging each other. People came to hug me too, but it took so long time for me to recognize them. I had a hard time recognizing Eddie when he came. I didn’t think the tears would end. I thought I was going to cry until nothing but blood remained, and then I would cry all the blood away too. It felt like I was dying. as if my heart and soul was being ripped out of my body. Nobody can understand that feeling. Nobody except all my beloved Angelheads who were there and shared my agony.

When we had sobered up a bit we left. We had decided a meeting area, and we hung around for a while just talking, hugging and crying some more. It was so hard to break up that group. Eventually we had to. My father was coming to pick me up and some of the girls were going with me so we could drive them home. I had taken an aspirin, ’cause my head was threatening to explode, and I was walking in a strange haze on my way to the car. We didn’t speak much during the trip. Nobody was in the mood I guess. Dad tried to open up conversations a few times, but I guess even he realized that it was best to keep it quiet.

Mom made me eat when I got to their place. I wasn’t really hungry, but I think it did me good. It was straight to bed for me then, and I managed to sleep without disturbing dreams. When I woke up I felt like something was missing. Like a big chunk of me had somehow disappeared. It was a quiet and mellow morning and all I could do was to sit in the sofa with my Iphone and read all the troubled posts from Angelheads all over Sweden. Sylvester posted a song to Facebook that day. The same song that always played at the end of their shows, when the lights were lit and people started leaving. Ironically they played it even after the last show…

This is the set list for the show, ripped straight off Aftonbladets website.

”Absolutely no decorum”

”Clamour for glamour”

”Breaking up with God”

”Father of a son”

”Superstar”

”Tell me this night is over”

”Disease”

”Prayer for the weekend”

”Let your body decide”

”Laurel wreath”

”It takes a fool to remain sane”

”The apocalypse is over”

”One of us is gonna die young”

Extra:

”Trust is shareware”

”The worrying kind”

”Echo chamber”

”Stay with me”

”Calleth you, cometh I”

And this is the song that was posted. The song that always reminds me of that euphoric feeling you have right after a wonderful concert with The Ark. The feeling of having touched something sacred, something magical. The feeling of truly being alive!

Any day with The Ark is perfect <3

My view is a bit more depressing today than it has been this past week. I keep seeing the glorious turquoise sea and lush green olive trees in my mind, but it can’t chase away the reality of clouds and concrete before me… *sighs* Oh well, this is but the start of something new, something great. Now is the time for planning and looking to the future and not for looking back at what I’ve had.

I can relax now and start to prepare mentally. I’m here, the sun is shining and everything is as it should be!

I’m finally going. Need not describe the happiness flowing inside me. Words are not needed. I’ll soon be there.

Swooping is bad…

I want saturday morning to come really fast now. I want to be done with this so I can start mending myself…

Why is it that when I plan something special or I want something really badly it goes to hell?

I was planning to visit my summer house  a lot this summer. To hell with that…

I was planning to se SOOOO many concerts with The Ark this summer. To hell with that.

I was planning to go to Berlin and Hamburg to see The Ark and meet my friend Christina. To hell with that.

I used to have long-term plans for my life. To hell with that too, if anyone’s asking…

Frankly, I’m getting a bit annoyed at all the mishaps around me. I want a smooth straight road and not the off-pist mosquito-filled marshland I’m currently tromping around in. Give me a break for a change!

What if I just quit. What if I just threw out a lot of crap and started over again? I asked for a change and got a mess. Is this what happens when the gods interfere, or is it what happens when they say “Fuck you, I’m having a coffee break”?

Oriflame theme this year is “Make THAT Change”. I still haven’t understood what THAT change is. I’ve been going through a lot of small changes, which all helped putting me in this emotional mess. I wonder what THAT change will have to be and if I’ll ever be able to make it…
This isn’t really getting me anywhere… Maybe THAT change would be to make something properly for once…