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Saturday, August 30, 2003
Shopping yesterday. And I went out on my own again. And went back to Lush. And got email from a special person. And ate lunch at Kulturhus. And that's it.
Tonight: party with Linn's friends. Ugh. Social. But, yay: open bar.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:56 AM | shower me with attention
Tonight: party with Linn's friends. Ugh. Social. But, yay: open bar.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:56 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Hm, I really want to see this movie. Anyone have any idea how I can?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:39 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:39 AM | shower me with attention
We went as a gang to see Pirates last night-- me, Linn, Oscar, Emma and Linn's mom, Berit-- having dinner first at the food court at the mall, with much switching of conversation from English to Swedish and back again. It was a lot of fun until halfway through the movie, when I realized that my watch was gone from my wrist. You know, the one Terry gave me for Christmas, the one that a group of strangers helped me fish out of a subway grate back in May. So that really dampened the night for me. I know I lost it somewhere between the food court (when I checked the time half an hour before the movie started) and the movie theatre. I'm going to go down there, preferably with an interpretor in tow, and ask mall security/information if anyone's turned it in.
I think God just likes me to lose things. But it would be a very mean trick for Him to let me fish it out of a subway grate and then lose it in so careless and ordinary a fashion, at the mall. In Sweden.
If I do get it back I am getting that clasp fixed. Or made better. Or glueing a teeny strip of velcro to it or something.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:16 AM | shower me with attention
I think God just likes me to lose things. But it would be a very mean trick for Him to let me fish it out of a subway grate and then lose it in so careless and ordinary a fashion, at the mall. In Sweden.
If I do get it back I am getting that clasp fixed. Or made better. Or glueing a teeny strip of velcro to it or something.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:16 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Back at Linn's parents apartment (and Emma's computer) for the moment because tonight we're all going to see Pirates of the Caribbean, which premieres in Stockholm tonight (and it'll be MY third viewing!) For the occasion I'm wearing the shirt Linn and her sister made me last summer. It's perty.
My country blogs are still sitting on disk, with no disk drive, but they won't be stale by the time I get to post them. Country-time exists outside of normal chronology. Country-time is timeless.
Linn started her classes on Monday. She told me how to use the subway and yesterday I actually got out by myself and went into the city. My first time completely alone on a foreign subway in a foreign city. I was ever so proud of myself. I went to the Lush store and stocked up, and then I bought some new comfy shoes. Of course it helps that as soon as I open my mouth, the other party switches seamlessly to English. So it's not the scariest foreign city to start out in. But I'm still proud of myself. It took me a long time to work up the nerve to leave Linn's apartment alone. I'm such a grownup.
While I was waiting for her yesterday, sitting on some steps, a guy from Tangiers sat next to me and tried to pick me up. So I really have to stop complaining that guys don't find me attractive. They do. They just never speak English. Seriously: in the last two weeks, two different men have asked me out, and both of them were so heavily accented that I could barely understand them. And the last two men BEFORE that were barely-understandable as well. I am irresistable to the international community.
I don't look down on them for that. The contrary: I greatly admire anyone who can speak more than one language. God knows I can't! But I'm not talking slight accent here; I'm talking unintelligibility. I just can't see myself going out with someone that I can't have a conversation with. That doesn't make me rude, snobbish or in any way stuck-up, does it? Intelligible communication seems a perfectly reasonable prerequisite for social interaction to me. It would also help if they were somewhere vaguely in the vicinity of my age. Older, foreign men just love me. But I can rarely reciprocate.
Oh, well. At least I'm not the LEAST attractive person in the human race. Lara Flynn Boyle still holds the title! Hurrah!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 AM | shower me with attention
"Lisa, if you don't like your job, you don't
strike. You just go in every day and do it
really half-assed. That's the American
way!" Well, you're really really lazy. You
manage to get by, but you never put any effort
into anything you do. You most likely enjoy
watching TV, sleeping, eating, and doing stuff
of the sort. Get active. You're a fat, lazy
idiot.
Which Advice Quote said by Homer Simpson are You?
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:44 AM | shower me with attention
My country blogs are still sitting on disk, with no disk drive, but they won't be stale by the time I get to post them. Country-time exists outside of normal chronology. Country-time is timeless.
Linn started her classes on Monday. She told me how to use the subway and yesterday I actually got out by myself and went into the city. My first time completely alone on a foreign subway in a foreign city. I was ever so proud of myself. I went to the Lush store and stocked up, and then I bought some new comfy shoes. Of course it helps that as soon as I open my mouth, the other party switches seamlessly to English. So it's not the scariest foreign city to start out in. But I'm still proud of myself. It took me a long time to work up the nerve to leave Linn's apartment alone. I'm such a grownup.
While I was waiting for her yesterday, sitting on some steps, a guy from Tangiers sat next to me and tried to pick me up. So I really have to stop complaining that guys don't find me attractive. They do. They just never speak English. Seriously: in the last two weeks, two different men have asked me out, and both of them were so heavily accented that I could barely understand them. And the last two men BEFORE that were barely-understandable as well. I am irresistable to the international community.
I don't look down on them for that. The contrary: I greatly admire anyone who can speak more than one language. God knows I can't! But I'm not talking slight accent here; I'm talking unintelligibility. I just can't see myself going out with someone that I can't have a conversation with. That doesn't make me rude, snobbish or in any way stuck-up, does it? Intelligible communication seems a perfectly reasonable prerequisite for social interaction to me. It would also help if they were somewhere vaguely in the vicinity of my age. Older, foreign men just love me. But I can rarely reciprocate.
Oh, well. At least I'm not the LEAST attractive person in the human race. Lara Flynn Boyle still holds the title! Hurrah!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:39 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, August 25, 2003
"Lisa, if you don't like your job, you don't
strike. You just go in every day and do it
really half-assed. That's the American
way!" Well, you're really really lazy. You
manage to get by, but you never put any effort
into anything you do. You most likely enjoy
watching TV, sleeping, eating, and doing stuff
of the sort. Get active. You're a fat, lazy
idiot.
Which Advice Quote said by Homer Simpson are You?
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It's funny 'cause it's true!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:44 AM | shower me with attention
So, we're back. At Linn's parents' place. But tonight we're moving my stuff over to Linn's apartment across town. Since her computer was stolen at Easter, it means I won't have internet access except through my phone, which means no blogging. How will I survive? But I've been doing pretty well without the computer, no?
She did have an ancient, modemless laptop at the country house, so I wrote some logs and saved them for the blog. I would post them now but I can't seem to find the disk drive so I'll just have to do it later. It was strange to "blog" to MS Word. Took some getting used to. I'm used to launching things directly into the ether. I coined a phrase: I was "dry-blogging". Right now I'm wetblogging, or just plain blogging-- the post will go directly into the water.
There was lots to say, though. The countryside swelled my eyeballs and soul with beauty. That's prime record-keeping material. I missed my blog more than ever. I really should learn how to keep a private journal so I don't have to be dependent on an internet connection to keep my records. But I like it this way.
It's funny how much time I spend listening to the meaningless music of Swedish conversation and NOT being bored. Although occasionally I will brattily remind Linn/Oscar/Emma that I have no idea what they're saying, with the following international sign of incomprehension: "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!" Oscar found it funny that I would perk up my ears whenever I heard my name mentioned, so he started randomly throwing my name into Swedish conversations.
(In case the unLinnformed are trying to keep track, by the way, Linn is my Swedish internet pal, met during the first Kids in the Hall tour; Emma is her younger sister, a DJ/animal-lover with intimidating good looks and down-to-earth friendliness, and Oscar is Linn's charming and handsome young boyfriend.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:32 AM | shower me with attention
She did have an ancient, modemless laptop at the country house, so I wrote some logs and saved them for the blog. I would post them now but I can't seem to find the disk drive so I'll just have to do it later. It was strange to "blog" to MS Word. Took some getting used to. I'm used to launching things directly into the ether. I coined a phrase: I was "dry-blogging". Right now I'm wetblogging, or just plain blogging-- the post will go directly into the water.
There was lots to say, though. The countryside swelled my eyeballs and soul with beauty. That's prime record-keeping material. I missed my blog more than ever. I really should learn how to keep a private journal so I don't have to be dependent on an internet connection to keep my records. But I like it this way.
It's funny how much time I spend listening to the meaningless music of Swedish conversation and NOT being bored. Although occasionally I will brattily remind Linn/Oscar/Emma that I have no idea what they're saying, with the following international sign of incomprehension: "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!" Oscar found it funny that I would perk up my ears whenever I heard my name mentioned, so he started randomly throwing my name into Swedish conversations.
(In case the unLinnformed are trying to keep track, by the way, Linn is my Swedish internet pal, met during the first Kids in the Hall tour; Emma is her younger sister, a DJ/animal-lover with intimidating good looks and down-to-earth friendliness, and Oscar is Linn's charming and handsome young boyfriend.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:32 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, August 24, 2003
