Yep yep. It's official. I'm bored. And how to best spend time if not to blog about absolutely nothing? That's what I thought. Noone'll read it anyway, so...
121 days until Göteborgsvarvet!
179 euros for a ticket from Paris-Gothenburg (return) on the 12th of May, not bad...
8 oranges consumed today, will I, yet again, overdose? I was allergic to citruses as a child, yikes!
10.51 the time I woke up today, should've been 8.30 but who's keeping track?
14 minutes until I pack up, check out and go home.
There. Ridiculously unnecessary info.
Tomorrow will look a little bit like this (or it should as long as I don't stay in bed until 12.15):
7.45 wake up
8.15 leave for gym
10.30 go to bank
11.00 get second Hep B shot
12.45 leave for work (aquaboulevard)
16.30 finish work
17.00 get shaped/dolled-up
19.00 start the drinking
04.00 coma
Can't wait 'til tomorrow! Firstly, have a date tonight with a particularly well-articulated boy... Scares the shit out of me, what if I'll stutter my way through the night? Argh, I'll just pull the oh-I'm-so-blond-an-exotic-flash-with-eyelashes-card. As if that ever works... Update later!
xxxx
jeudi 15 janvier 2009
mercredi 14 janvier 2009
A pursuit far from trivial
I survived a game of Trivial Pursuit last night. Not to be expected as an ordeal some might think, and I would agree, hadn't it been the French version. Firstly, merely understanding the questions is a quiz on its own. Luckily I chose my team-mate wisely. Damir the Bright joined me, he's so courageous (!), our Swedishness must have brought us together.
Quick note: if I ever went on "Who wants to be a millionaire" (fat chance), and actually ended up in the chair (even slighter chance), Damir would be my-friend-to-call, all categories. Except for sports perhaps, no offence D. Plus, he speaks French like any other Frenchman. You see the advantage.
Back to the game; after almost 2 hours of excruciating shame, me not being able to answer a single question (the ones I actually knew, well, everyone else knew them aswell and were quick enough. Example: Which remake by Peter Jackson with Naomi Watts came out recently etc etc...?), finally my team won! Unbelievable. Not thanks to my extraordinary input though. Far from it. I learned some new things though; the drink Bloody Mary was invented in 1921, the Lewinsky-affaire is called "Monicagate", Saddam Hussein wanted to recreate the Babylonian empire, Gustave Flaubert's home is now a museum. Essential things like that. But we won! That's what's important! Not doing your best. No no. Winning is what matters.
I am going through a bit of an extential crisis. Not as much "who am I, what is the meaning of life", but more what to do with my little self (see recent update). Funnily enough, life has its peculiar way of playing games with me, although this time for the better. Sat in the métro last night and lazily browsed through the ads which flashes by, and suddenly my peepholes fell upon something; "expo-langues" this weekend! They have a whole expo on languages, courses, internship and education! Exactly what I need to get inspired! So there I have it, I'll go Saturday to pick up tips here and there, maybe build some bridges, make some friends, who knows.
Gym tonight! Yay! No I'm not an exercise-freak... I just sort of like it there. Or rather, since I'm ridiculously self-righteous, I like the feeling afterwards, of how I've "achieved" something. How pretentious of me. By the way, have to mention an episode which occured to me Monday morning at the gym. Worth to mention, in Sweden people don't talk to each other at the gym, except if they know each other, or are really forced to interact like, say, "hey dude, you're sitting on my shirt" or such. You come to the gym, you do your business, you leave. Almost unnoticed. In France though, it doesn't go down that way. There I was trodding away like mad on the tread-mill, face all read, covered in sweat. Noticed suddenly how my neighbour starts eyeing me (discreetly though, atleast he tried). Didn't think much of it, kinda happens every now and then, seeing as it is a bit rare with a big blond in those parts of town. After having finished, this dude (grey-haired, way older than me, could have been my grandpa! Or atleast Dad) comes up to me and starts asking me questions such as "how do you like the club, do you come here often etc". And then, suddenly, "you're not French right, you're Swedish right, you work in a shop right", and red lights started flashing like mad in my head. Apparently this guy thinks I'm someone he had coffee with at some point, and when I said no, that's impossible, he didn't give in! If that was a way of trying to pick me up, it must have been the lamest attempt I have ever seen. Anywho, fun anecdote atleast.
Last but not least I want to take this opportunity to give a bit of a shout-out to everyone in Paris with a sweet-tooth; come to my shop and buy something! I'm bored!
xxxx
Quick note: if I ever went on "Who wants to be a millionaire" (fat chance), and actually ended up in the chair (even slighter chance), Damir would be my-friend-to-call, all categories. Except for sports perhaps, no offence D. Plus, he speaks French like any other Frenchman. You see the advantage.
Back to the game; after almost 2 hours of excruciating shame, me not being able to answer a single question (the ones I actually knew, well, everyone else knew them aswell and were quick enough. Example: Which remake by Peter Jackson with Naomi Watts came out recently etc etc...?), finally my team won! Unbelievable. Not thanks to my extraordinary input though. Far from it. I learned some new things though; the drink Bloody Mary was invented in 1921, the Lewinsky-affaire is called "Monicagate", Saddam Hussein wanted to recreate the Babylonian empire, Gustave Flaubert's home is now a museum. Essential things like that. But we won! That's what's important! Not doing your best. No no. Winning is what matters.
I am going through a bit of an extential crisis. Not as much "who am I, what is the meaning of life", but more what to do with my little self (see recent update). Funnily enough, life has its peculiar way of playing games with me, although this time for the better. Sat in the métro last night and lazily browsed through the ads which flashes by, and suddenly my peepholes fell upon something; "expo-langues" this weekend! They have a whole expo on languages, courses, internship and education! Exactly what I need to get inspired! So there I have it, I'll go Saturday to pick up tips here and there, maybe build some bridges, make some friends, who knows.
Gym tonight! Yay! No I'm not an exercise-freak... I just sort of like it there. Or rather, since I'm ridiculously self-righteous, I like the feeling afterwards, of how I've "achieved" something. How pretentious of me. By the way, have to mention an episode which occured to me Monday morning at the gym. Worth to mention, in Sweden people don't talk to each other at the gym, except if they know each other, or are really forced to interact like, say, "hey dude, you're sitting on my shirt" or such. You come to the gym, you do your business, you leave. Almost unnoticed. In France though, it doesn't go down that way. There I was trodding away like mad on the tread-mill, face all read, covered in sweat. Noticed suddenly how my neighbour starts eyeing me (discreetly though, atleast he tried). Didn't think much of it, kinda happens every now and then, seeing as it is a bit rare with a big blond in those parts of town. After having finished, this dude (grey-haired, way older than me, could have been my grandpa! Or atleast Dad) comes up to me and starts asking me questions such as "how do you like the club, do you come here often etc". And then, suddenly, "you're not French right, you're Swedish right, you work in a shop right", and red lights started flashing like mad in my head. Apparently this guy thinks I'm someone he had coffee with at some point, and when I said no, that's impossible, he didn't give in! If that was a way of trying to pick me up, it must have been the lamest attempt I have ever seen. Anywho, fun anecdote atleast.
Last but not least I want to take this opportunity to give a bit of a shout-out to everyone in Paris with a sweet-tooth; come to my shop and buy something! I'm bored!
xxxx
lundi 12 janvier 2009
Breaking out of the box
Even though you're supposedly the one who knows yourself best, better than anyone else does, every now and then you, or atleast I, need another person to tell you what's best for you. Not like ordering you or anything, but just giving you that little extra push to help you think outside of the box. I just had coffees with a friend this morning, and I tell you, this girl has a gift. She doesn't even know it, and it's really subtle, but she's just plain inspiring. My biggest issue these past months has been, as always, "what to do with my little life, what will become of me?" Before I seemed so sure of myself, the path was dead straight and certain, nothing could make me change direction. It'd be one year in France, finish my Bachelor, translation programme in Gothenburg, and finish by the age of 27 when I would be ready to become a fully-fledged and responsible grown-up. But first set-back was of course me failing miserably at the entrance exam in April last year which "forced" me to stay another year in France. First I thought "oh well I'll just give it another go next year". But lately my choice of life, or rather choice of future, has been giving me heaps of doubts. Is this really what I want to do? Choosing an education that will restrain me forever, that will keep me in Sweden with extremely limited options? I have trouble seeing myself like that.
Lauren, my inspiring friend, just gave me some pointers. I've always had trouble evaluating myself, always thinking I'm a little less capable than I (perhaps) really am. But first of all, what's the point in writing myself off before I've even given it a go? Granted, I did try out for the translation thing and didn't make it, but that's fate saying it wasn't for me. So from now on I'll start exploring my options and keep telling myself that I am able, I am qualified and I have the will to do it! Yes I can! (Sorry, just had to...)
As soon as I get a minute over I'll sit down with my pen and paper and start looking up alternatives. Paris, France, Europe, the world... There's no end to the possibilities!
Feeling so wonderfully uplifted and hopeful! Have to hold on to this feeling, mustn't despair. Set-backs happen, they're a part of life and they allow people to grow. They're there to guide and educate, not to ruin and destroy. What would life be without a little drama? A real bore.
With good hope, until next time (surely not too long from now)!
xxxx C
Lauren, my inspiring friend, just gave me some pointers. I've always had trouble evaluating myself, always thinking I'm a little less capable than I (perhaps) really am. But first of all, what's the point in writing myself off before I've even given it a go? Granted, I did try out for the translation thing and didn't make it, but that's fate saying it wasn't for me. So from now on I'll start exploring my options and keep telling myself that I am able, I am qualified and I have the will to do it! Yes I can! (Sorry, just had to...)
As soon as I get a minute over I'll sit down with my pen and paper and start looking up alternatives. Paris, France, Europe, the world... There's no end to the possibilities!
Feeling so wonderfully uplifted and hopeful! Have to hold on to this feeling, mustn't despair. Set-backs happen, they're a part of life and they allow people to grow. They're there to guide and educate, not to ruin and destroy. What would life be without a little drama? A real bore.
With good hope, until next time (surely not too long from now)!
xxxx C
dimanche 11 janvier 2009
Joke du jour
The joke of the day was me thinking I could go for a longer period without drinking. Ha! Forgive me, but did anyone really take that seriously? No, didn't think so either. Well I did make it 7 days (Sunday morning 'til Saturday night), but then since I'm dating ferociously nowadays, going on a "drink-date" without having any drinks doesn't really sit well with me. It would probably go a bit like this:
Me: Nice bar this one, good choice!
Him: Thanks, I come here all the time. The Mojitos are to die for.
Me: Sounds great, but I think I'll have a coke.
Him: Oh... Er... Good for you... Next!
So no, I didn't order a coke last night. In fact I had 2 drinks, and beers. Was completely wooed by my subject of the evening, quite the looker! And so heartbreakingly young aswell (my age minus 2, ouch). But trust me, he made up for what he lacked in experience, or rather, I just didn't give a flying rat's ass. Age's just a number, right? And we're not exactly getting married anytime soon.
Damn this libido! It always gets in the way of me trying to do the right thing. Is there a clinic or a programme I could sign up with to get it out of my system? Or, perhaps, am I in fact a gay man, trapped in a woman's body, with an extreme sex-drive? It is yet to be discovered. Meanwhile, I lead an internal battle between my upper and lower-parts, to be continued in wether there will be a winner or if we'll just have to call it a tie. Jeez. It's tiresome.
The cold weather doesn't want to give in. It has buried its sharp claws into the skin of Paris' back and refuses to let go. When I open my shutters every morning I have to remind myself which country I live in (FRANCE, not Siberia, FRANCE, not...). Should have followed the bear's example and just entered hibernation (is that even a word in English? Well it is now.). You imagine, sleeping four five months under your nice warm duvet... Wake up to blossomly spring all rested and fresh. And thin! Since you haven't eaten for so long.
Speaking of thin, I keep [trying] to go to the gym as often as I can. Which, of course, isn't often enough. This week, one time... Shame on me! But next week it'll be different! I even made up a little plan! Tomorrow I'll go and get my second hep B vaccination and then I'll go running. Oh aren't I being a good girl, I do declare! And then coffees with dearest Lauren, then a bit of work, and last but not least a lush dinner at my dear Jo and P's house, it's been so long, more than a week! Disgrace and scandal, this cannot be! I suffer from serious Jo and P withdrawal, I just realised... Luckily there is a quick-fix to that one. See them. Asap.
What else is wonderful and almost a little too good to be true? Me going to see my bestest galosch (who just turned 23 yesterday) in Amsterdam! I got a week of vacation (lo and behold) in the beginning of February, so I thought let's just do it! So there it is, I leave on the 4th and I cannot W A I T! Haven't seen my baby-girl since June last year... oh my heart hurts... oh.
So! Bright times ahead! Steering my ship towards better and happier times!
Keep swimming you guys, only dead fish follow the stream.
Oh aren't you clever? Yes you are!
xoxo Carro
Me: Nice bar this one, good choice!
Him: Thanks, I come here all the time. The Mojitos are to die for.
Me: Sounds great, but I think I'll have a coke.
Him: Oh... Er... Good for you... Next!
So no, I didn't order a coke last night. In fact I had 2 drinks, and beers. Was completely wooed by my subject of the evening, quite the looker! And so heartbreakingly young aswell (my age minus 2, ouch). But trust me, he made up for what he lacked in experience, or rather, I just didn't give a flying rat's ass. Age's just a number, right? And we're not exactly getting married anytime soon.
Damn this libido! It always gets in the way of me trying to do the right thing. Is there a clinic or a programme I could sign up with to get it out of my system? Or, perhaps, am I in fact a gay man, trapped in a woman's body, with an extreme sex-drive? It is yet to be discovered. Meanwhile, I lead an internal battle between my upper and lower-parts, to be continued in wether there will be a winner or if we'll just have to call it a tie. Jeez. It's tiresome.
The cold weather doesn't want to give in. It has buried its sharp claws into the skin of Paris' back and refuses to let go. When I open my shutters every morning I have to remind myself which country I live in (FRANCE, not Siberia, FRANCE, not...). Should have followed the bear's example and just entered hibernation (is that even a word in English? Well it is now.). You imagine, sleeping four five months under your nice warm duvet... Wake up to blossomly spring all rested and fresh. And thin! Since you haven't eaten for so long.
Speaking of thin, I keep [trying] to go to the gym as often as I can. Which, of course, isn't often enough. This week, one time... Shame on me! But next week it'll be different! I even made up a little plan! Tomorrow I'll go and get my second hep B vaccination and then I'll go running. Oh aren't I being a good girl, I do declare! And then coffees with dearest Lauren, then a bit of work, and last but not least a lush dinner at my dear Jo and P's house, it's been so long, more than a week! Disgrace and scandal, this cannot be! I suffer from serious Jo and P withdrawal, I just realised... Luckily there is a quick-fix to that one. See them. Asap.
What else is wonderful and almost a little too good to be true? Me going to see my bestest galosch (who just turned 23 yesterday) in Amsterdam! I got a week of vacation (lo and behold) in the beginning of February, so I thought let's just do it! So there it is, I leave on the 4th and I cannot W A I T! Haven't seen my baby-girl since June last year... oh my heart hurts... oh.
So! Bright times ahead! Steering my ship towards better and happier times!
Keep swimming you guys, only dead fish follow the stream.
Oh aren't you clever? Yes you are!
xoxo Carro
lundi 5 janvier 2009
White week
In theory there shouldn't be a problem. I could go a week without it, right? In any case, after all the parties and celebrations these past couple of weeks, I do need to, badly. I'm talking about alcohol of course. And me not consuming any for a while. I don't know, maybe it's this stupid book I've just finished reading (Rachel's Holiday) or just the fact that I'm feeling a bit more... dumb lately, the truth of the matter is it cannot hurt just to lay off a bit. So there, here is my word on it, I will not drink for a while, I go cold turkey, dinde froid, like that.
What else is white; snow! It's been snowing all day today, but not beautiful glittery cold snow like frosting on a cake, no, wet mushy parisian sleet which of course refuses to settle. It gathers in heaps with the salt and pebbles and makes it impossible to walk. It's more a dance of two steps ahead and one backwards. Plus I'm not shed for these weather conditions... Spring! I need it! Stat!
And WHAT is going on with my sleeping patterns? Might be linked with the issue I initially mention, alcoholically based. It's impossible to fall asleep before 2am and then, naturally, I sleep until noon. It messes everything up, seeing as I have plans and such for the morning (gym, cleaning, laundry, shopping). I want to be an adult and all organised but I seem to be utterly unable. Now, this will all change of course! New year, new structure. A good and solid one. Less drinking, better sleeping. This way everything will fall into place on its own.
Probably should go back to "work" now then...
Until next time, stay warm! xoxo
What else is white; snow! It's been snowing all day today, but not beautiful glittery cold snow like frosting on a cake, no, wet mushy parisian sleet which of course refuses to settle. It gathers in heaps with the salt and pebbles and makes it impossible to walk. It's more a dance of two steps ahead and one backwards. Plus I'm not shed for these weather conditions... Spring! I need it! Stat!
And WHAT is going on with my sleeping patterns? Might be linked with the issue I initially mention, alcoholically based. It's impossible to fall asleep before 2am and then, naturally, I sleep until noon. It messes everything up, seeing as I have plans and such for the morning (gym, cleaning, laundry, shopping). I want to be an adult and all organised but I seem to be utterly unable. Now, this will all change of course! New year, new structure. A good and solid one. Less drinking, better sleeping. This way everything will fall into place on its own.
Probably should go back to "work" now then...
Until next time, stay warm! xoxo
vendredi 2 janvier 2009
Spending my time
Wohoo 2009!
A new year, same story: me being full of hope and expectations that this one will be an outstanding one. Nothing strange with that! So here I am, planning for what is to come, exactly what it'll be, well, haven't figured that one out yet. As it is I'm taking it bit by bit, staying put and doing what I do. Sort of.
Spent a really great NYE, it was indeed - perfect. I hate new year's normally, the pressure, the must do's. Didn't need to worry though, I attended a party in an intimate setting at a friend's place (view of the Eiffel Tower from window, love it), nothing but good times and joy! Abba and Roxette (hence the nostalgic title of today's blog) were on the playlist, vodka/cranberry filled the glasses, soap bubbles floated in the air. Magic.
January 1st was spent in the same manner, however a tad lazier. Movies, Starbucks, greasy Chinese and giggles, couldn't ask for a better start of 2009! Had to work today though, but no matter, tomorrow's off and no Gymboree on Sunday morning, hooray! Will go to the gym first thing in the morning, haven't been since, well, before Christmas. Yikes!
Short update of the last couple of weeks; went to the Netherlands and celebrated Xmas with my Dad and his wife, supernice with familydinner in an Italian restaurant evening of the 23rd, the 24th we had a lovely lunch in a tea-house which used to be a boat-house, very Dutch. Later that day I went to Amsterdam to spend the Eve with my friends, turned out to be a celebration anything but traditional but none the less extremely fun! Went clubbing after dinner and presents, and oh no, Jesus wouldn't approve.
Had to work on the 25th so off I went with the first morning train to Paris, and spent Christmas day hung-over but happy in the shop. Lots of tourists, but what a long day! Phew.
Have suffered from a slight tooth-ache these past couple of weeks so I mustered up some courage and went to see Mr Dentist. Was scared to death (mostly of how much it would cost, seeing as I haven't been for a check-up in, like, 3 years). But he was a nice dentist, took a good look and said that my teeth were very "healthy" and that there was nothing to worry about. Apparently my cold might have caused the occasional ache, and miraculously, my pain was instantly gone! Yay! And all in all it didn't turn out to be that expensive, 39 euros... Less than in Sweden!
Went to see the movie Australia Tuesday night, cute. I cried constantly throughout, what has happened to me? It wasn't even that sad to begin with. Maybe I'm getting old and soft...
So there, the new year has indeed started off nicely. Stay tuned to for follow up's!
Bonne année!!!
C
A new year, same story: me being full of hope and expectations that this one will be an outstanding one. Nothing strange with that! So here I am, planning for what is to come, exactly what it'll be, well, haven't figured that one out yet. As it is I'm taking it bit by bit, staying put and doing what I do. Sort of.
Spent a really great NYE, it was indeed - perfect. I hate new year's normally, the pressure, the must do's. Didn't need to worry though, I attended a party in an intimate setting at a friend's place (view of the Eiffel Tower from window, love it), nothing but good times and joy! Abba and Roxette (hence the nostalgic title of today's blog) were on the playlist, vodka/cranberry filled the glasses, soap bubbles floated in the air. Magic.
January 1st was spent in the same manner, however a tad lazier. Movies, Starbucks, greasy Chinese and giggles, couldn't ask for a better start of 2009! Had to work today though, but no matter, tomorrow's off and no Gymboree on Sunday morning, hooray! Will go to the gym first thing in the morning, haven't been since, well, before Christmas. Yikes!
Short update of the last couple of weeks; went to the Netherlands and celebrated Xmas with my Dad and his wife, supernice with familydinner in an Italian restaurant evening of the 23rd, the 24th we had a lovely lunch in a tea-house which used to be a boat-house, very Dutch. Later that day I went to Amsterdam to spend the Eve with my friends, turned out to be a celebration anything but traditional but none the less extremely fun! Went clubbing after dinner and presents, and oh no, Jesus wouldn't approve.
Had to work on the 25th so off I went with the first morning train to Paris, and spent Christmas day hung-over but happy in the shop. Lots of tourists, but what a long day! Phew.
Have suffered from a slight tooth-ache these past couple of weeks so I mustered up some courage and went to see Mr Dentist. Was scared to death (mostly of how much it would cost, seeing as I haven't been for a check-up in, like, 3 years). But he was a nice dentist, took a good look and said that my teeth were very "healthy" and that there was nothing to worry about. Apparently my cold might have caused the occasional ache, and miraculously, my pain was instantly gone! Yay! And all in all it didn't turn out to be that expensive, 39 euros... Less than in Sweden!
Went to see the movie Australia Tuesday night, cute. I cried constantly throughout, what has happened to me? It wasn't even that sad to begin with. Maybe I'm getting old and soft...
So there, the new year has indeed started off nicely. Stay tuned to for follow up's!
Bonne année!!!
C
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