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
Showing posts with label Lazer cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lazer cat. Show all posts
Saturday, 13 February 2010
Saturday, 6 February 2010
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.
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.
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