TMI Thursday: Mexican + Coffe + Absinth = Bad Combo

Another week, another TMI Thursday!

***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!***

For the full compilation of horribly wrong things made entertaining visit Lilu's blogg (This weeks entry)

As promised in my previous post i would post something horribly embarrassing. Good thing I'm anonymous right?

PS. My sub consciousness is trying to lure away readers by starting off with a
really boring introduction. Its ok, I caught on to it. if you want to go to
the juicy parts just scroll down until you start reading about alcohol, women
or beds. If you reach bathroom you've gone too far DS.

Let's start! Last summer i still lived at home. It's a big house in a nice community on the outskirts of the city. Though you could still get downtown in around 40 min. There was a great forest over a hell of a lot of square miles around there as well. Great trails to pick mushrooms build small tree houses and just generally play in as a kid. There was a lake as well, with a small sand beach on side. The rest of the lake was surrounded with big rocks and trees.. It was a nice place to grow up around, I guess that’s one of the reasons why my parents decided to raise a family there.



I had been living there for so many years, but last summer was special. It was the first summer my parents went on vacation without me. Now some of you might think

"Poor guy left behind by his parents"

BUT what you do not understand is that I've wanted to dodge our family vacations since forever! Why? You see, or house is an AWESOME place to have a party in. It's big, It's got great scenery, and it’s got a lot of bedrooms. And it has a Jacuzzi! And that summer, I got to do it all! Not to mention that I spent a week in Alanya in Turkey with my fellow turtles which was BEYOND AWESOME.



But back to the story. This day we were having one of many parties that summer at my place. The turtles came first, and started preparing everything with me. We downed some coffee since we knew it would be a long long night.



We were planning on having a BBQ that night, and we were trying to go for something spicy! I and the turtles sorted out the meat etc and our plan for spicy food became a great success! Around 6 p.m the guests (Girls) Started showing up. And we started drinking.



Among the girls this story is going to mostly focus around me and one of the girls, Vampire Girl!

Sounds freaky aye? I'll get to that part. But first the second most interesting thing to talk about, Alcohol!



We started off with prepping a drinking game we heard of. It was called

"The Dice"

The point of the game, as any other drinking game is to get drunk off your face, something this game does majestically! The requirements for this game are the following

1. One Dice


2. Six shot glasses


3. Strong spirits


4. Lack the brain capacity to understand this is a horrible, horrible, horrible idea

Very easy rules. Line up the glasses, give them a number and roll the dice. If the glass of the corresponding number you roll is EMPTY you fill it up and pass the dice. But.. If it's full you need to drink it and roll the dice again! Rinse and repeat until you get to fill a glass up.

Now, as if this idea wasn’t bad enough to start with, we decided to make it even worse. We modified the glasses... Glasses four and five went from 4 cl to 7 cl. And the oh so dreadful 6... was also a 4 cl glass.. but with a twist.

Instead of using vodka in number 6, we decided to use the Absinth Mikey picked up in Turkey.

This is when things start going good, then bad, then good, then great and then finally horrible...

So we are finally coming to the juicy bits! Within a few min of game start Vampire Girl had moved from her table end seat and instead comfortably sat herself in my lap at the center of the table. The further through the game we got the more me and Vampire girl got flirty. And I can promise you, after it was my turn with all 6 glasses filled. Things did progress at a faster rate!

Can you believe that in some cursed way I managed to roll 5 different numbers 5 times in a row. Generously giving me every shot on the table except for the #2 (yes that's 22 cl of Vodka and 4 cl Absinth in less than a min)

Next turn I got lucky and didn't need to drink a drop, Vamp Girl on the other hand got 3 shots. Vamp Girl was a rocker, and she had on her this t-shirt of Alice Cooper drinking blood. (Fairly sure it was cooper) At this point i was drunk off my face and asked her.

L: So you got a thing for Vamps?

Vamp Girl: Ya, you have no idea how hot it is when someone bites you or you bite someone else.

L: (Laughs) Well maybe you can show me sometime.

Vamp Girl: (Looks Slyly) Maybe I will (Shows her teeth and bites in the air while still looking at me)

Then it became my turn. I rolled the dice and got to drink one shot before passing the dice to Vamp Girl. And as she played I was talking with Mikey to my side about how fucked up this absinth makes you.

Suddenly I got this sharp pain in my neck and hear Vamp Girl giggling. I then feel some nibbling on my ear and this wet sensation. When I turn around I see Vamp girl looking at my slyly again.

L: You just bit me didn't you!

Vamp Girl: (Laughs) Ya i did, did you like it?

L: I'm not sure, guess you'll have to try again, but you should be careful, I might bite back (I look at her slyly now)

Vamp Girl: Interesting, (bites me again on the neck)

She was biting quite hard I should add! We were also very drunk.

L: You bit me again! Guess I’ll have to get back on you. (Bites her arm)

Vamp Girl: You call that a bite? You should bite harder. (Pause) And somewhere more interesting. (Nibbles my ear again)

L: Oh and where would that be? I am a gentleman after all, I wouldn't want to hurt you or bite you somewhere indecent (Sly look and light laugh)

I'm pretty sure we both know what I hinted at here, since she was sitting on my lap with her breasts quite close to my face. BUT what did surprise me was her reply

Vamp Girl: If you want to bite me, you should. I don't care where you do it, I won’t mind (Very sly look)

So I did, once again, what any other man would do in my situation. I leaned in, and I bit her breast. And at the same time put some pressure to where her nipple was.

She liked it. The biting went on and off for the next few hours. Around midnight we were supposed to go to bed. Me and Vamp girl went into my room. Now truth be told, I can drink a lot, I've never had any trouble downing spirits in swoops and be the last man standing. But, that game, I'm sorry but I am actually a mortal... I felt horrible. I felt my something wasn’t right in my stomach when we were in my room and in my bed. I've actually been feeling bad for the last hour or so but, as a man, sex was far too important. But I managed to hold out. Though as we both were drunk... and i mean stupidly drunk off our faces, the kind of drunk where you would start seeing pink miniature elephants flying around. But who cares, i had a hot chick in my bed ready and willing,

Her tongue in my mouth

My hand on her chest

Her legs around my waist

And then suddenly...

Vamp Girl: Shit L get out of the way

*Stumbles out of the room into the bathroom next door*

L: (Got up, sorted out clothes and stated stumbling towards the bathroom) Vamp Girl you alr....

*Puking sound from the bathroom*

* An imaginary face palm so strong it actually left a mark on my face.

So my amazing night turned boring. It went from being, amazing to just average. I thought everything had gone to hell and it couldn't get worse...

I was wrong.

As any other gentlemen i went in there and helped her out. Holding her hair back, telling her it's ok and giving her some water. She was apologizing and saying how bad she felt. The smell of puke was horrible... And combined with my earlier naseua and events of the day it was bound for disaster.

That's when bad turned into worse...

I rushed downstairs closed the door behind me as my stomach was screaming for what I had put it through the last 12 hours, thirsting for revenge.

I flipped up the lid went down on my knees, arms over the seat and forehead resting on my arms in the oh so well known puking position (Just like mommy taught me since my first tummy ache!). And as I was there, leaning over ready for the horrendous fate and feeling that comes with the whole emptying your stomach through your mouth and nostrils, I suddenly feel the true wrath of my stomach.

Shit was moving... Literally... The Coffee, spicy food and just lack of taking care of business during the evening was taking It's toll.

Ya, my stomach decided to send shit (no pun intended) flying both ways...

Looking around me with only a few seconds left I had to make a choice....

Thank god I have a quick mind! I noticed the hand basin to my right, and i quickly deducted that putting my ass in it whilst puking into the toilet would be... Acrobatically challenging... So instead I decided to get my ass on the seat and lean in over the hand basin.

I've never been religious, but if I wore, this would be the point where I realized god has forsaken me and I'd become a atheist.

After I got rid of all my bodily fluids (Together with a big chunk of my self respect) and cleaned up after me. I crawled into the sofa where I slipped into a near coma state. From where I wish I never avoke from. Unfortunatly life is cruel in the way you cannot simply get away with things. As I the next morning woke up with a hangover so strong that the slightest sound made it feel like I had a bomb go off in my head with the full divine wrath and vengence of all the worlds gods at the same time. Not to mention I had bruises and bite marks all over my body. And I didn't even get anything for it!

So there i was. Depried of pride, sex, health, senses and judging by my hangover, all form of movement for the next few days.

So yeah... This is the most embarrassing moment in my life. I learned that some things were never meant to be mixed.

Much Love

-L

PS. The next morning I wanted to go to the bathroom. It was locked. After a few min a girl came out. I went in. I then see my friend Shrimp passed out in the Jacuzzi the previous night.

L: You passed out in my Jacuzzi?

Shrimp: Ya... It's strangly comfortable...

L Did you notice there was a girl in here just now?

Shrimp: Ya... She did her business on the toilet. She must have thought i was asleep

L: Didn't you warn her?

Shrimp: I thought it would turn into a akward situation then...

L: (Facepalms) So pretending you're asleep and watching a woman pee is not?

Shrimp: Now that you mention it...

L: (Leaves)

DS.

Be careful what you wish for.... Part 1/3

I remember watching Aladdin when I was just a kid and thinking how cool it would be to have a genie. A magical being that would give you three wishes. I often pondered about what I would wish for, and was always equally frustrated because of the limit of only three wishes. Yet with age comes wisdom. And wishes can just as well be a curse as it can be a blessing. Considering it a bit more, I’d say it would be a curse more often than a blessing. Since we rarely take the time to find out about the side effects of our "dreams and wishes" before we want to set them in motion.





For example, the student who wants to become a doctor might not think about the hard education they would have to go through. Or someone who's always wanted a child might not consider the hardships of sleepless nights and hiding things with pointy ends.





When I started this blog I mentioned something about getting a life so I have things to talk about. Well... Be careful with what you wish for...





I've had quite an intense week now. And I'm feeling quite tired. I haven't done things I should have done, and... Well guess we should take it one step at a time.



Last weekend



Laser cat was supposed to come visit me and spend the night here. The plan was to head out to the clubs and to a friend’s party and just have some fun. But, Lazer cat is not like other girls.



She's a nice person, and fun to hang out with. But, she has some issues that make her not the optimal friend to have around. She has a tendency to hide from people, panic and run away. We can talk for a few days, no problem. I ask her if she wants to hang out and she'd reply that she would love to. We can talk up until the night before we are supposed to meet. No problem, plan's the same. But the next day. She would panic, feel bad, start hating and being angry at herself and start ignoring me. Refusing to answer her phone, or contact me. Just simply ignore me until the day has gone by. No message no nothing. Just hide and try to avoid me.



That's what she did this time. I sent her a text Saturday morning, when I didn't get a reply I knew what was going on. I called her once as well, but no Answer. It's frustrating since I did prepare for her visit. Dinner, got tickets for a uni party later that evening, got something to drink. I have got used to her panic attacks, and I can understand that people do something’s and can't help it.



But



Not contacting me pisses me off. People should at least have the decency of telling someone "I can't do this today, sorry". Is that really too much to ask for? Just send a text, or call me (even better). Takes you 3 min, and saves me hours of wondering.



Me and LC don't hang out all too often (for obvious reasons I guess) And the reason why we were to meet last weekend was because she's moving to England at the end of the month. So it was pretty much supposed to be goodbye. If we leave Saturday for a bit now, I'll explain how the next few days looked like.



I called her a few times over the next few days. This Friday I decided to send a text instead.



"So how long are you planning on ignoring me? Coffee in Norrkoping someday next week? If it's easier for you"



Got a reply last Friday from her. (Some part might be lost in translation, but bear with me)



"Cat turner. Potatoes. Frrrrrrrr. Etc. Feeling like shit. But sorry for being such an ass >: Maybe I'll improve. I'm home next week. Parva"



We'll see what happens next week! I'll keep you updated.

More things happened that night, but I’ll divide up the posts since they are quite rich. Later tonight I'll try and explain the rest of the evening I had with Raphs alternative to entertainment for the night.

Much Love

-L

PS. Sorry once again for the long non posts! And that I missed TMI Thursday last week, I’ll try and bring out something REALLY embarrassing for this week

Silence!

Just a quick heads up on the non posting!

I've had a few rough days. Actually a rough week. With all the things happening and a test i have tomorrow I haven't had much time over for the blogg.

I'll give a uppdate this weekend!

Waking up at 8 P.M

So waking up at 8 P.M is not a way to start a day off.

I also managed to dodge any kind of important things i had to do during the night. Like cleaning and studying or sorting out my sleeping. Another day well played

These last few days have been quite event full and kept me busy. For better and for worse. I've had my friends do some dumb shit that I’ve laughed about. And I've had a few very upsetting conversation that have thoroughly pissed me off, worst part is. I feel like i can't do anything about it.

Helplessness is something that I'm not... well, I was planning on saying used to, but that would be wrong. I've experienced it a lot of times, I just, can't adapt or accept it. I'm the kinda person that always says, deal with shit, and don’t run away. If you’re unhappy about something. Do something about it.

Study results, relationships etc. If something is bothering you, try to solve it. And if that is not possible, move on and leave it behind you. But problem is to this problem there really isn’t anything I can do about this problem. This frustrates me greatly.

I should stop beating round the bush here.

My kid brother is 11. I had a few calls from him this week. Every time he was on the other end crying and feeling scared, because my parents were fighting. The reason this pisses me off is because i remember all the time i was scared shitless when my father was shouting and threatening, when mother was crying and screaming and insulting. A a lot of bad experiences. And of course it changed me. I don't want to sound like a whiny wimp, I guess a lot of kids had it worse off than me, but, it wasn’t a dance on flowers. More importantly. I remember how shit I felt when my parents argued. And I don't want that for my brother. Yet, how can I make them stop? They fight over petty things, they fight for days. Hours on hours on hours. They would fight for 4 hours straight. Then for various reason it could stop, only to start again in the middle of the night at 4 am again for another 3. Then later that night/next day it would still start up again.

Crying, shouting, insults, threats and even sometimes physical violence. It gets to you if you're young. Especially if your parents go at it like mine.

I've moved out now, Guess that was my way of dealing with it. I don't give a shit about how my parents feel about one another, nor what they do. It's their lives, and i learned a long time ago that they aren't worth the effort of giving a rats ass about. But, my brother on the other hand, is probably the most important person in my life. I can't find a way to stop them without making things worse, and I can't find a way to help my brother then to bring him to me every now and then. But I still have 2 flat mates who are highly entangled in Uni life's "drinking and fucking" stage. Not to mention I have limited time already to study because of various reasons.

Sigh, guess I just needed to vent a bit. My parents tend to get to me. Big time...

Anyways, sorry for the less awesome news, that can't really be interesting to read about. The rest of my week was, I wouldn't call it interesting, but, amusing at least.

I got a haircut a few days ago, but I’m not going to bore you with details about my haircut, I’d do a horrible job anyway. Instead I’m going to talk about the interaction between myself, the barber, Raph and Mikey.

When I first came into his shop the barber was missing, he was in the coffee shop across the street, guess business was slow that day. After standing around for a min or two he came in through the front door. A man in his late 40's, from the Middle East I guessed. I found out he was Assyrian a few min later. At the time i was alone, my friends were looking around for Valentine gifts for their GF's.

me and the barber started talking, I told him how i wanted my hair, and that i wanted him to do it properly, since I always get so pissed off when people mess up. He told me he understood what I was aiming for and that he could probably do it. Now here's when i get a bit worried. The barber shop is empty, very empty. The fact that the barber was at a coffee shop meant he didn't really have any appointments anytime soon. Another red flag was that the price was only 15 euro. Usually you get what you pay for, anything cheap is usually shit right? But I’m a student, I'm not that rich, and i can't afford spending the usual 40 euro on what a haircut usually costs around here (if not more). So I guess I braced myself for the worse when i sat down in the chair.

I usually don't talk much when I’m getting my hair cut, because it seems the barber usually fucks up then, big time. This is from the time I actually paid 45 euro for a haircut, which ended up with me looking like a bloody jarhead. No thx, 45 euro for a haircut I could do myself in 10 min with a machine cutter? I was very pissed that day.

Back to the current barber. To my surprise he was quite intelligent, and we had a interesting discussion about religion, immigrants, assimilation, common misconceptions. It was a very interesting conversation, and towards the end Raph and Mikey came in and sat down.

During this whole time I hadn’t given my hair much thought, and i couldn't see shit about how it looked, since I have to take off my glasses when getting my hair cut. With them coming in and waking me up a bit I realized he was almost done, and i had not warned him of a single error our pointed out any faults, because I wasn’t paying attention. I asked Mikey and Raph how my hair looked and they mumbled something my way.

Loving friends with tons of feedback right? Bracing for the worse I put on my glasses again and looked into the mirror. Surprisingly, very surprisingly, I noticed that he didn't do any mistakes. The hair looked good. He actually did understand me and executed the cut correctly. Annoyed at Raph and Mikey i turned around and found out why they just sat there saying nothing, they were both eyeballing a sports magazine. God damn jocks.

When it came to paying the man I actually felt a bit ashamed paying such a low price since the service was worth much more, but hell, students take what they can, right?

After i left the place Mikey looks at me and says

L, you must be one of the most social people i know, how the hell can you just sit and get into such a deep discussion with a random person?

What do i know, hell i don't care. At least i got my haircut right.


(Re reading this i realize this must have been pure pain and boredom to read through. I knew i should have gone with the story about Raph coming back drunk and our conversation then.)

Anyways, i should go get things ready now. In a few hours a friend of mine is coming over and i need to entertain her for the evening. She's about to move to England in a few days so we decided to meet up one last time before she heads out. Her name shall be...

Lazer Cat!

Why the name? Well it's a bit of a inside joke, and anyone trying to explain a inside joke just sounds crazy in the end. But anyways! As she's not from around here and is supposed to spend the night here i need to plan out the entertainment for the day. I'm thinking cooking dinner, after that heading over to a friends party, then when we get back home watch a movie.

Tomorrow i'll tell you all about Raph's previous night and also about my night tonight. There will be fun stories, always are after me and Lazer Cat get drunk togheter.

TMI Thursday: Two valuable lessons

So yes, my first TMI Thursday (though technically it is Friday, but shush)

Now there might be some of you wondering "What is TMI Thursday?" Well, I first came across TMI Thursday at Lilu's blog at livitluvit.com. After reading a few of them I realized that it was clearly my kind of awesome. I also realized that the level of "embarrassment" highly differs from person to person. Then again, the people with boring stories probably posted them not because they are boring people, but more because they are well... Not Anonymous...

And just thinking about the story I’m about to share, I think I’m pretty happy about not letting my parents know about this blog.

So with no further ado, I present to you

Two valuable lessons

Back in 2006 i was a cocky brat, has much changed? Of course it has! I'm clearly much more awesome then i was then. But no worries, in a few years I’ll probably think the same about the present me.

None the less, I was 16, and was at the time in one of my deeper relationships. It was quite different from other relationships I had in the past, why you might ask? Well, things felt right I guess. A lot of things felt right. One day I’ll tell you when they stopped feeling right and started feeling like someone was holding a pair of scissors strategically placed in between my cock and my balls.

On with the story (That will have some reference to previously mentioned body parts, boring, oh sorry I mean, the young and the weak hearted, please flee now) So me and my Girlfriend, she needs a name I assume… eeh… Theater Girl! So me and Theater girl had been together for a few months. We did a lot of dumb shit in that time so I guess I do have a few stories in line for the future.

It was a Monday morning. I had come over to her place late Sunday evening and we studied a bit before we decided we deserved to have some fun. Theater Girls parents both went to work quite early, around 6-7. We on the other hand, didn't have classes before 11. We had been up late the previous night, so in the morning we started teasing each other. Now I could go through the details but that would hardly be interesting right? (Though, I'm fairly sure a few of you would find it quite interesting.) When I’m are about to finish she went down on me, she figured I deserved a proper closure after all my hard work (I have good hand-tongue coordination)

So when I'm about to orgasm, I call out

L: "Oh god, I'm coming, you ready?"
Theater Girl: "Ya give it to be, I want to taste you"

What I did then though was I pulled out and came on her face, she gets quite very surprised and goes silent for a moment, then starts laughing and says

Theater Girl: I can't believe you just came on my face you homo
L: Because coming on a girl's face is gay?

Suddenly… We hear a knocking.

Not on the outside door.

Not on her door.

But on the wall closest to the bed.

The wall to the room where her father has his home office.

We both look at the time, 11:20, no one should be home. Maybe we imagined it? Did we? Well, about the same time we turned to the clock we hear a voice.

Voice: You two need to calm the hell down, I'm trying to work in here.

And of course it was the oh so known voice of her father, no mistake... He had taken the day off to work at home.

Angry father: (Angrily) And didn't you two have school 20 min ago?

Both of us chocked by the fact we got caught, Theater Girl manages to come to her senses and replies.

Theater Girl: Only L has, I'm feeling a bit sick today so I'll stay home.

Angry Father: (Angrily) Guess he should start moving then, or do I need to help him with that?

I, as a real man, did what anyone else in the same situation would do.

I got dressed and got the fuck out in 4 min.

How dare you call me a coward! Staying and getting help!? Bah! I do have a sense of self-preservation... And I didn't really think sticking around to find out seemed like a safe alternative…

Later that evening things didn't really get any better. Me and Theater Girl had a conversation about what happened that morning.


L: Can't belive he had the day off..

Theater Girl: Me neither.. fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm so ashamed right now...

L: Well at least you are his daughter, something tells me he won't let me into your house any time soon..

Theater Girl: We might be lucky, I think we traumatized him, he didn't seem to remember anything..

L: Wait what the hell, you asked him?

Theater Girl: Not really, just a few min ago he asked me if I was using a new skin care crème.

L: What has that to do with anything?

Theater Girl: Well, a while after you left my skin went all red, so he wondered if I had a allergic reaction...

(L laughs uncontrollably)

Theater Girl: It's not funny! We made my father repress memories!

L: Surely it's a bit funny, and I think we should spend the next two or three weeks at my place. That way hopefully your father's lust to kill me will have died out a bit.

Theater Girl: I guess it is, and ya that would be a good idea... I heard him mentioning something about applying for a gun license

(Long Pause)

L: That's not funny Theater Girl ...

(She starts laughing)

Theater Girl: It was, bye!

(L does a facepalm)



And the two valuable lessons I learned?

Lesson 1: Before sex, scout the house. You never know when a angry middle aged father is on the other side of the wall.

Lesson 2: If I ever get a daughter. Make sure to put my study wall to wall to her room, and every time she has company spending the night. Walk in with breakfast at 7 am and remind the boyfriend you have a bat in the next room where you will be spending your time until he leaves. And that the walls are thin, very... thin...

So that's my story for this week. Hope you enjoyed it! Next week I'll talk about when I learned the lesson

"When meating your daughters BF, introduce yourself as a ex-convict for murder."

Much love

-L

Work and Thunder Part 1/2

It's amazing how fast time flies when you are avoiding to do something. I guess I've always been the pile stuff up and do it when the time is absolutely crucial, though when you start uni, most exams don't work that way. Creaming in 2 months worth of literature over 2 nights, just won't work. This explains why I failed my last test. I've decided to become more dedicated, focused and most importantly!

Disciplined!

Over the last few days it hasn’t been working for shit. And even today i managed to dodge my literature by doing other random, seemingly unimportant trivial things as clean things that are clean, hang out with my flat mates, and talk with Yawning Beauty.

Now I’ve told everyone a bit about myself, i guess the next step should be to explain my current living conditions. You see, i live in a flat with two mates of mine. Those two, together with a third one would sum up my most inner circle. These guys have been with me wet and dry, and I see them all three as brothers (No we haven't had sex, yes we have seen each other naked, no it did not turn us on, yes we did slap each other’s bum)

In other words, the guys I'd park my ass with in a living room, after a night of heavy drinking. Where we would talk about random shit while eating popcorn and watching Playboy TV.

As any other cool gang we have a cartoon hero equal! The Turtles!

So, we have to have the reasoning behind this.


Leonardo, the leader: Leo is clearly who i am out of the 4, why you wonder? Don't be stupid, it's quite obvious, we both are known as L! (Just look at his belt)


Now let’s go to the deeper motivations of these guys I see as my brothers!


Raphael, Master of Irony:

Height: 6'ish (Round 180)

Hair: Light Brown, straight

Eyes: Green/brown

Origin: Swe

Raised: Swe

Occupation: Uni, Political Science


What can I say about Raph. He tends to be quite ironic, but cheerful. Loves to watch movies, listens to rock music, and watches sports. Not to mention he loves uni life. Comparing him to the person he was a few years back, he is insanely social! Since we started he's become the gang's own Casanova! Juggling three (3) women at the same time! (one was even cheating on her boyfriend!) Surely that is worthy of a medal? Though after a few weeks of that a 4th one came into the picture, whom he feel in love with (Cute i know) and dumped the other broads for this one.


Michelangelo, The "Chill" one

Height 6'ish (Round 185)

Hair: Dark blonde, curly, short

Eyes: Blue

Origin: Swe

Raised: Swe

Occupation: Uni, political science


Mikey has always been funny, it's strange. Mikey is far from dumb, yet, when it comes to jokes, or witty remarks, he tends to come out on the short end for some reason. He's always the last to understand, or miss a connection in a joke, making him seem quite dumb. He's a great sport fan, embracing everything the sport world has to offer, whether it be on TV or video games. But he also loves partying, loves slacking, and is a bit of a slob, but definitely has a heart of gold. (Even though he has the domestic talent of a log's)


Donatello, The Nerdy one

Height: 6'ish (Round 180)

Hair:Dark brown, straight, short

Eyes: Dark blue/green

Origin:Swe

Raised:Swe

Occupation: Works as phone support for Telia, though next year he's going to uni for his engineering degree.


Don is the nerd in the gang, the gamer and lover of corny stuff, not to mention he has severe fetish for vampires. Don's the guy who buy's strange thing and comes up with strange, but non the less interesting idea's for us to do. Much like me he

I guess that's enough for now about my friends, i really can't give a long introduction about them, nor should i. A person should be defined by his actions, not how others portray him right?

***Edit***

This is the conversation Raph and Mikey had after reading

Raph: Mikey, do you know what color Michelangelo is?

Mikey: Blue?

Raph: No

Mikey: Red?

Raph: No

Mikey: Purple?

(Raph laughs)

Raph: Nope, one left now, but something tells me the odds are still against you

Mikey: Is it the orange one?

Raph: (laughing) Yes

(They both laugh)

L: Wait, did he just guess every single one of the turtles before guessing orange?

Raph: Yup

L: Bloody hell man they have letters on their belts

***Edit ends***

So the original thought about this post was to whine a bit about my lack of discipline to actually do things (I know I’m horrible) as well as to tell a story about something me and Yawning Beauty talked about last night, a nickname one of my exes gave a... certain part of my body?

But seeing as I've spent too much time on this post, I’ll leave that story for next time. And I do have some studying I plan on doing!

Until then

-L

Who am I?

Well, that would be telling wouldn't it?

I've decided that for the sake of, well future convenience at least, that this should be kept anonymous for at least the public readers. This way I won't have to worry about things I’ve said here affecting my everyday life.

Would this mean I’ll have something to hide? I want to say no, but the whole reason why we go anonymous on the internet is because we are worried that some people might not accept us if we would state the truth of our worlds to their face. And we all have our own world that holds Its own truths.

It was actually a dear friend who recommended it, I found her arguments be very compelling and left me speechless in awe over how right she was. The argument presented is as following, I have not changed phrasing, wording, or anything else with this statement

"If no one knows who you are you'll be able to moan at people as you wish
without being bugged about it. And talking shit about someone is always
interesting"

She’s clearly a Lady and a keeper!

And as all great bloggers I have followed so far, or at least the ones that hold kick ass awesome content and make me want to keep on reading, have nicknames for the people around them. Nicknames that are based on a action or attribute that would sum up the person.

So my dear friend, the first one to be spoken of, shall have her name shortly revealed!
And it shall be!

"Yawning Beauty "

But back to me, I’m supposed to be the centre of this blog after all!


Why Lambdah? Well ,first of all the letter L has a great importance to me, for a few reasons, but very strong ones. I wanted to get something L related to get my named after. And as I am a bit of a geek, I thought, why not look at the Greek letters?

As any other modern man (or woman) that is looking for something i did what anyone else in my position would do


I Googled it!


Google came back with a few hits, and i foudn Lambdah. Now some of you might think

"What a moron he spelt it wrong!"

We'll I've got two things to say about that! The first one is the oh so famous statement of

"Go fuck yourself"

The second one is a bit more serious. You see, after working my way through various idea’s finding a blog name that was L related, and shaving off any combination of L,El,Ele,Elle,eellee and so forth, I decided to grab the first best thing. Lambdah! (yes, Lambda was taken when I made the blog)

Therefore it explains the profile picture, and i must say, I am quite proud of my choice!

So I assume this should be the part where i start telling you about myself

Stats:
Height:6'0 (181 cm)
Race: White
Hair: Brown, Curly
Eyes: Brown, Deep
Weight: I'm not thin, nor am I the fat guy people turn their heads on to point and laugh.
Age: 1990 (Good year)
Origin: Eastern European (though not as pale as some of them are)
Raised: Sweden (The country shaped like a penis north of Denmark/Germany).
Occupation :Currently studying political science at a university in Sweden.

I also should stop posting things 6 am in the morning, need to sort my rhythm out,

I guess that's all for me for now, stay tuned for more posts tomorrow evening (read morning)!

Much love

-L



P.S Sleeping with clothes is overrated, commando FTW! D.S