Firstly, arrrrgh!! I get so pissed off when people steal from my shop. I sell only expensive stuff so I can see why people'd get tempted, but why do it? It's plain mean, and disrespectful! Here I am, all smiles and polite, then suddenly I notice a gap among my cognacs - and I haven't sold any cognacs. #%!~*? and grrr... I don't deserve that, right? Ok, fine, shit happens.
Let's talk exam. To say the least, it went really pooey. Must have been one of the most difficult exams I have ever taken. Opened the first page and went blank. What? Is this supposed to be Swedish? They had thrown in words that I've never heard of before, had no clue what the majority of the test meant, and as the 5 hours were closing to an end, I was exhausted and swimming in my own sweat. It was horrific.
Shouldn't say too much yet though, I mean, miracles have happened before. Last year I got the results by the end of May so let's hope they'll be as quick in correcting this time.
So May has arrived! Crazy! I'll be going home in 10 days, wohoo! Can't wait. However I do wish I had gone running more often. Don't really feel properly prepared, but it isn't too late yet! Oh no it ain't. Last week will be intense, I'm aiming for a daily run, if not a long one then atleast a quickie! Have to buy new shoes aswell, my old ones are a bit dead, poor shoesies.
Tata!
samedi 2 mai 2009
jeudi 23 avril 2009
This is it!
Tomorrow is the Day. When I retake the Exam. To decide what will happen with my Future (note the dramatic effect of capitals, impressive huh?). Last year I wasn't ready apparently, I failed the entrance exam royally and was "forced" to stay in Paris for another year. It was sort of bittersweet, because even though I really wanted to get going with my Masters, this little year "off" has taught me a lot (not only French), especially on a personal level.
This time around I'll be extremely disappointed if I fail though. I won't pretend otherwise. Ignore my measly attempts to be brave, me saying "It's not the end of the world...", because if I don't pull through this year, I'll be really really sad.
Problem is though, how do I prepare for an exam like this one? It'll be divided in three parts; first one consists of general Swedish difficulties, my fave-part actually where I will doubt my beloved mother-tongue 'til the end of days. You're Swedish? You think you knew your language? Well think again my friend! Even more so, in this case there is no room for mistakes either since at the end of the day, if I don't know Swedish, what kind of translator would I make? A poor one! Indeed. Second part consists of two texts in English, to be translated into perfect idiomatic Swedish, followed up by the third parts and two texts in French which are to be translated accordingly. Not a walk in the park, I'll tell you that much.
Despite my attempts to have a nicely planned and laid out backup-plan if option A doesn't work out, I still find myself in the same situation as I was last year. I have, of course since I am me, put all the eggs in one basket, and if I do indeed fail, where shall I go next? I have different suggestions coming in from all kinds of directions; there's Berlin (extremely random but not entirely unthinkable), Amsterdam (which probably seems as the most obvious choice), Sweden (my mother's choice), and the list goes on. England? Spain? I'd love to go to Spain. Stretch out on the beach, learn Spanish, sip margharitas. However, there is that little glitch in the plan with the fact that I wouldn't know what to do with myself over there. Work? Study? Right, maybe that plan needs a little bit more adjustment...
So all of you, please think of me a little bit more than usual tomorrow around noon (the exam is between 12h and 17h) and I'll make sure to pull through for all of you who worry, or who don't worry, either way I'll do my very best.
Pre-exam hugs!
This time around I'll be extremely disappointed if I fail though. I won't pretend otherwise. Ignore my measly attempts to be brave, me saying "It's not the end of the world...", because if I don't pull through this year, I'll be really really sad.
Problem is though, how do I prepare for an exam like this one? It'll be divided in three parts; first one consists of general Swedish difficulties, my fave-part actually where I will doubt my beloved mother-tongue 'til the end of days. You're Swedish? You think you knew your language? Well think again my friend! Even more so, in this case there is no room for mistakes either since at the end of the day, if I don't know Swedish, what kind of translator would I make? A poor one! Indeed. Second part consists of two texts in English, to be translated into perfect idiomatic Swedish, followed up by the third parts and two texts in French which are to be translated accordingly. Not a walk in the park, I'll tell you that much.
Despite my attempts to have a nicely planned and laid out backup-plan if option A doesn't work out, I still find myself in the same situation as I was last year. I have, of course since I am me, put all the eggs in one basket, and if I do indeed fail, where shall I go next? I have different suggestions coming in from all kinds of directions; there's Berlin (extremely random but not entirely unthinkable), Amsterdam (which probably seems as the most obvious choice), Sweden (my mother's choice), and the list goes on. England? Spain? I'd love to go to Spain. Stretch out on the beach, learn Spanish, sip margharitas. However, there is that little glitch in the plan with the fact that I wouldn't know what to do with myself over there. Work? Study? Right, maybe that plan needs a little bit more adjustment...
So all of you, please think of me a little bit more than usual tomorrow around noon (the exam is between 12h and 17h) and I'll make sure to pull through for all of you who worry, or who don't worry, either way I'll do my very best.
Pre-exam hugs!
lundi 23 mars 2009
Long time no blog
Writing a rapid little blog just to prove that yes, I am alive. March has just been busy busy! I love it. Been working a couple of weeks non-stop (subbing at Gymboree, babysits, shop, phew), and it ain't over yet! This week I'm doing an all-weekend-babysit in Louveciennes, my only day off which is Saturday will be dedicated to playing tennis, looking for doudou and Wii. Hey, I don't complain.
The weather is absolutely extraordinary! I've even caught some rays, tanning myself in the shop (no door+afternoon sun=excellent tanning opportunity), lush in its lushlilest.
Exercise is going ok I guess, isn't as hard at it as I had wished but I'm getting there. Race is less than 2 months away! Tickets aren't that expensive either, will buy them next week when I get paid.
Right, gotta get back to "work" now then,
cheers C
The weather is absolutely extraordinary! I've even caught some rays, tanning myself in the shop (no door+afternoon sun=excellent tanning opportunity), lush in its lushlilest.
Exercise is going ok I guess, isn't as hard at it as I had wished but I'm getting there. Race is less than 2 months away! Tickets aren't that expensive either, will buy them next week when I get paid.
Right, gotta get back to "work" now then,
cheers C
samedi 28 février 2009
Along came spring...
...and swept all the troubles away. Or maybe not all troubles, that is not even technically possible. However, miraculously, as soon as the sun is out everything seems so wonderfully simple. 19 degrees, baby! Winter's over!
I woke up today, hung-over but ridiculously hopeful. My flat was covered with cranberry juice and lime, had a bit of a party last night. Nothing fancy, just a couple of friends over for drinks and snacks. It got a bit rowdy, even though there were only 7 of us. Funny how that works. Evening started with everyone promising to go out but in fact in the end it was just me and Iris (a lovely Dutch girl who I've been clubbing a lot with lately) since the rest of the bunch bailed out, quelle surprise. The two party-princesses went to Grands Boulevards and ended up in O'Sullivan's of all places, we actually intended to go elsewhere but something kept us from leaving. Yes, there were some boys there as well...
So, today I've worked a little and inhaled some fresh spring air, aaah. Goodness. Got home and did exactly the opposite to what I always do; I actually cleaned up! Normally, I throw myself on my bed with my computer balancing on the top of my belly (coz my belly area has now become rather round and misshapen from no exercice and too much junk), and me repetitiously tapping into the surfthechannel network until the wee hours of the morning. But oh no, that was not the case. I owed up and did the dishes and scrubbed the floors because does he wash up? No he never washes up, does he clean up? No he never cleans up. The boy does nothing! What boy you might ask. Yes exactly. What boy?
There is no boy, not at this point. I'd love for there to be one though, I've sort of put my ferocious dating on hold for a bit. The february-depression sucked all the energy out of me, leaving me an empty inattractive shell. Grey and sullen as the Paris sky. Now the season's changing and my mood with it. The spark has returned in my eyes, the gait in my steps, my back is straight, my hairs is shiny, my... Ok I'll stop. Know this, I'm not done for. Far from it. I'm back, peoples, and then some. Just been browsing the internet for some job offers and plan to send out applications tomorrow. Only a bit scared though, these are not braindead, any-git-can-pull-it-off jobs, they're really demanding. If I'll claim that I am trilingual then I bloody better prove it too, and really, am I? And the interviews! I've never even been on an interview before. Or I have, the Gymboree one, but does it really count if they already had decided to hire me before even talking to me (there were no other candidates...)? Hmm. No sweat, I'll just keep riding on this wave of new-found energy I knew I always had in me but I just misplaced for a minute, and everything will turn out for the best.
Lots of work this month! Got some extra baby-sitting gigs, both with my old family and this new one in Neuilly (a really fancy part of Paris, anyone smell money? I do!), will go there on Wednesday and work for a couple of hours. Sweet. Also doing some extra Gymbo-sessions since my collegue and wing-woman Aude is lost in the Carribbeans. No I'm not jealous. I just wish it could be me sometimes you know, going away, drinking margharitas on the beach with cabana-boys swarming around me. That's a really nice thought, I'll hold on to that one. I need it to keep warm.
Speaking of keeping warm, exercise regime is going terribly. I sleep until late in the mornings even though that is the only time I have to go to the gym. It is a problem. And problems are there to be solved. So I have a solution, how about I go to bed earlier at night? Now, how's that for a plan, eh? Let's try something new shall we. My mother just told me something really clever, she said that the best exercice is the one that actually happens. No use talking about doing it, it just has to be done, other wise I'll end up fat and alone, a quiet clam on the bottom of the ocean. I might live to be a hundred, but what kind of life is that?
Need to hit the sack now, got Gymboree tomorrow morning as per usual and we're playing in the jungle, Hakuna Matata style. It's awsome, definitely my favourite theme so far. Or maybe Christmas was my favourite theme... No, too much glitter everywhere, was a pain in the crack to clean up afterwards.
Right, off I go, it's already way past my bed-time.
xoxo
I woke up today, hung-over but ridiculously hopeful. My flat was covered with cranberry juice and lime, had a bit of a party last night. Nothing fancy, just a couple of friends over for drinks and snacks. It got a bit rowdy, even though there were only 7 of us. Funny how that works. Evening started with everyone promising to go out but in fact in the end it was just me and Iris (a lovely Dutch girl who I've been clubbing a lot with lately) since the rest of the bunch bailed out, quelle surprise. The two party-princesses went to Grands Boulevards and ended up in O'Sullivan's of all places, we actually intended to go elsewhere but something kept us from leaving. Yes, there were some boys there as well...
So, today I've worked a little and inhaled some fresh spring air, aaah. Goodness. Got home and did exactly the opposite to what I always do; I actually cleaned up! Normally, I throw myself on my bed with my computer balancing on the top of my belly (coz my belly area has now become rather round and misshapen from no exercice and too much junk), and me repetitiously tapping into the surfthechannel network until the wee hours of the morning. But oh no, that was not the case. I owed up and did the dishes and scrubbed the floors because does he wash up? No he never washes up, does he clean up? No he never cleans up. The boy does nothing! What boy you might ask. Yes exactly. What boy?
There is no boy, not at this point. I'd love for there to be one though, I've sort of put my ferocious dating on hold for a bit. The february-depression sucked all the energy out of me, leaving me an empty inattractive shell. Grey and sullen as the Paris sky. Now the season's changing and my mood with it. The spark has returned in my eyes, the gait in my steps, my back is straight, my hairs is shiny, my... Ok I'll stop. Know this, I'm not done for. Far from it. I'm back, peoples, and then some. Just been browsing the internet for some job offers and plan to send out applications tomorrow. Only a bit scared though, these are not braindead, any-git-can-pull-it-off jobs, they're really demanding. If I'll claim that I am trilingual then I bloody better prove it too, and really, am I? And the interviews! I've never even been on an interview before. Or I have, the Gymboree one, but does it really count if they already had decided to hire me before even talking to me (there were no other candidates...)? Hmm. No sweat, I'll just keep riding on this wave of new-found energy I knew I always had in me but I just misplaced for a minute, and everything will turn out for the best.
Lots of work this month! Got some extra baby-sitting gigs, both with my old family and this new one in Neuilly (a really fancy part of Paris, anyone smell money? I do!), will go there on Wednesday and work for a couple of hours. Sweet. Also doing some extra Gymbo-sessions since my collegue and wing-woman Aude is lost in the Carribbeans. No I'm not jealous. I just wish it could be me sometimes you know, going away, drinking margharitas on the beach with cabana-boys swarming around me. That's a really nice thought, I'll hold on to that one. I need it to keep warm.
Speaking of keeping warm, exercise regime is going terribly. I sleep until late in the mornings even though that is the only time I have to go to the gym. It is a problem. And problems are there to be solved. So I have a solution, how about I go to bed earlier at night? Now, how's that for a plan, eh? Let's try something new shall we. My mother just told me something really clever, she said that the best exercice is the one that actually happens. No use talking about doing it, it just has to be done, other wise I'll end up fat and alone, a quiet clam on the bottom of the ocean. I might live to be a hundred, but what kind of life is that?
Need to hit the sack now, got Gymboree tomorrow morning as per usual and we're playing in the jungle, Hakuna Matata style. It's awsome, definitely my favourite theme so far. Or maybe Christmas was my favourite theme... No, too much glitter everywhere, was a pain in the crack to clean up afterwards.
Right, off I go, it's already way past my bed-time.
xoxo
mardi 10 février 2009
In the middle of the night
Yeessss... it is indeed terribly late. Have drunk too much coffee and eaten too many chupa-chups, the sugar and caffeine are coursing through my system. Good thing though seeing how long it has been since I wrote, quite outrageous! Reason for this is not, unfortunately, that I suddenly have lots to do. No. I'm still terribly bored at work. Incidentially, my boss decided to install a video-camera in the shop, overlooking the checkout-point! Sneaky boss-person. Not that he'd sit and watch me all day, I'm sure he's got better things to pass his time with (I sure hope so). But should I really risk it, I mean sod's law has it the minute I go online he'd be there, watching me. Crap. So how do I spend my days now? SU-DO-KU! Yeah man, the greatest invention ever. Got myself a humungus sudoku puzzlebook and there I am, at it, sweating and swearing over those little numbers. Love it. Passes time though. Makes me feel smart. Win win.
Last week I was, hold on to your knickers, free for a whole week! Or atleast, almost an entire week, still had my Gymboree-sessions on Sunday morning, but still! Yay! Downside to it all was that I was mortally ill. Yes I nearly died. Ok no I'm exaggerating, which I really shouldn't do since people around me are indeed seriously ill. No I had the flu, but couldn't move for, like, three days. Stayed in bed, unshowered and feverish for 48h. It was heaven and hell at the same time! Luckily (or unluckily, depending how you look at it), I had one week of holidays. What else would I have done, right? Worked probably, since I am a cyborg from outer space.
After a couple of days in my sickly-bed I felt better though and left my sweaty sheets to go to Amsterdam. Aaaah Amsterdam. Always such bliss. Strangely enough, all my money seem to vanish there though. It's the Dutch vacuum of funniness who sucks it all up and before I know it, I'm broke. Spent a couple of days with my bestest of Elins and it was truly lovely. Fell out with parent-person though, big blow to the happiness. Never seem to be able to do right by him, I'm really despairing as I truly never now how to get it really right. It's a constant downward spiral and I'm obviously swimming the wrong way. Or am I? Who knows.
If I have talked about personal bankruptcy before, it was nothing compared to the state I am in at the moment. Didn't even make rent this month, let alone my bills in Sweden. Really hope I won't get kicked out, but my landlord seems like a decent person. Hopefully I'll be able to score some baby-sitting gigs this month so I can earn some extra dough, this is definitely not good. Damn this underpaid work to hell! Damn low season and financial crisis! Tourists come back! Spend money! I'm losing it here.
Haven't been to the gym in forever, tried the abs and butts session two weeks ago and it still hurts when I laugh. Yes I am out of shape. Did I mention that? With a little over 90 days to go before the big Run, I am stressing out. Will go for a walk tomorrow and see how it feels. Don't rush it too much. Babysteps, that's how you improve, right?
It's 1.45 am and I really should go to bed. Woke up this morning around 4ish by the storm, my shutters were slamming against each other and the wind was slowly tearing the house apart. Reassuring...
Another update within shortish from the other side of richness, if I haven't ended up in the street before then, that is.
Great.
Last week I was, hold on to your knickers, free for a whole week! Or atleast, almost an entire week, still had my Gymboree-sessions on Sunday morning, but still! Yay! Downside to it all was that I was mortally ill. Yes I nearly died. Ok no I'm exaggerating, which I really shouldn't do since people around me are indeed seriously ill. No I had the flu, but couldn't move for, like, three days. Stayed in bed, unshowered and feverish for 48h. It was heaven and hell at the same time! Luckily (or unluckily, depending how you look at it), I had one week of holidays. What else would I have done, right? Worked probably, since I am a cyborg from outer space.
After a couple of days in my sickly-bed I felt better though and left my sweaty sheets to go to Amsterdam. Aaaah Amsterdam. Always such bliss. Strangely enough, all my money seem to vanish there though. It's the Dutch vacuum of funniness who sucks it all up and before I know it, I'm broke. Spent a couple of days with my bestest of Elins and it was truly lovely. Fell out with parent-person though, big blow to the happiness. Never seem to be able to do right by him, I'm really despairing as I truly never now how to get it really right. It's a constant downward spiral and I'm obviously swimming the wrong way. Or am I? Who knows.
If I have talked about personal bankruptcy before, it was nothing compared to the state I am in at the moment. Didn't even make rent this month, let alone my bills in Sweden. Really hope I won't get kicked out, but my landlord seems like a decent person. Hopefully I'll be able to score some baby-sitting gigs this month so I can earn some extra dough, this is definitely not good. Damn this underpaid work to hell! Damn low season and financial crisis! Tourists come back! Spend money! I'm losing it here.
Haven't been to the gym in forever, tried the abs and butts session two weeks ago and it still hurts when I laugh. Yes I am out of shape. Did I mention that? With a little over 90 days to go before the big Run, I am stressing out. Will go for a walk tomorrow and see how it feels. Don't rush it too much. Babysteps, that's how you improve, right?
It's 1.45 am and I really should go to bed. Woke up this morning around 4ish by the storm, my shutters were slamming against each other and the wind was slowly tearing the house apart. Reassuring...
Another update within shortish from the other side of richness, if I haven't ended up in the street before then, that is.
Great.
jeudi 15 janvier 2009
Extremely uninteresting information
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
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
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
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