When I get sick, I always get sick on weekends. Like this one. And I'm usually sick only for one day, so I don't miss school that much, which is what I want. Yesterday was fun. We were at Fritidsgården. I made pyttipanna with elin and jappe so I didn't have so much time to do other things. But it was nice frying with a big muurikka pan for several hours, getting soaked by the food fumes. After that I started feeling sick, felt like I was about to throw up all the time when I saw people eating. I couldn't eat. Even when I woke up this morning I felt like vomiting. But I didn't, but I have barely eaten today. Not hungry. Slept for almost the whole day, until now. My fever is rising. What's bugging me the most is that I have my first real driver's ed lesson tomorrow, like I'm really driving. Oh how I have longed for that moment. This was interesting.
42 seconds of perfection
Five Iron Frenzy is either Dead or Dying (ska version) - Relient K
Ska is nice. This is nice. Wish they make more stuff like this.
On Mondays I have two free periods first thing in the morning. Today I woke up pretty early and at breakfast Lina suggested that we should play playstation before I went to the bus. And I thought why not, I have time. So we started playing. And I lost, so I wanted to play again. And again. I got really carried away by the game, so yeah. Missed my bus...
Had my first drivers' ed lesson today. It was so boring. The teacher was so slow. I had hoped he'd be concise but he wasn't. He really wanted the information to sink in, and he might have succeeded before the yawns and the heavy eyes(?). At least I'll start driving soon. Jippii! Thank you my very dear friends who have let me drive before that! I'm on my way out, might catch a wave or something. So long my friends so long.
Yesterday was a day of victory. At last I went to my neighbour while she was gardening and we started small talking. And somehow I asked what they were going to do with their gooseberries. And she said nothing, and that she'd only be pleased if I wanted to pick them, so they would come to some use. And oh how happy I became. I fetched a bucket and started picking. I got about 8 litres. When I came home I made juice. It was so good! So anyone who wishes a glass, just drop in some day.
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I love the outdoors life. I love picking mushrooms and berries, especially cloudberries. But this year was a bad one for those, because the flowers froze in May so there weren't any. I don't know if I like the calm in the woods that much, like some people say. Maybe it's because I'm quite restless. I love lush forests, like the ones in England, when it's green everywhere and the sun is shining. It's like breathing freedom for a while. I love collecting the fruits of nature because it's just there, free for you to take. It gives you a feeling of content when you have made your own jam or juice, or when you find a big spot of edible, tasty mushrooms. I hope my neighbours are nice to me and let me empty their gooseberry bushes so I can make juice of the berries. I'll just have to ask nicely.
I'll try to survive
(and the password thing, maybe you're not supposed to use a blog as a journal)
Dirty Second Hands and Awakening live by Switchfoot.
Andrea, you should watch this version of Awakening.
And off we go and here we come Kummelskär, Russians, Swedes and Finns.
I will put a password on my blog in a few days so if you want to keep on reading just ask me for it.
every breath that I inhale is followed by exhaling
min första tomat
Den var god. En körsbärstomat. Söt, och varm av solen. Det fanns en som just skulle bli mogen. När jag gick dit nästa dag hade någon annan ätit upp den. Modigt gjort. Hoppas att resten hinner bli mogna, innan det blir alltför kallt.
För några dagar sen träffade jag Hasse, hissaläraren. För första gången sen skolan slutade. Han är cool. Vi såg på då han tränade sitt fotbollslag. Jag sa att han var snygg, därför kom vi. Han skrattade och sa att nu får jag 10 i allt. Och jag tänkte vad bra, det behöver mina fyror.