Snow is such a wonderful thing

I went home to Sweden during Easter and there was snow!! Ahh I had forgotten how beautiful snow can be. My desire to snowboard that had been hidden far far back in my mind came out and screamed to me. Hate being a poor “hard working” student. Feels almost like I’m breaking one of my self-proclaimed commandments when I ignore my need to snowboard this year.


Well I did my best to savor this wonderful snow landscape. I even went as far as to barbeque in the open air. I felt like a true Norwegian (they have the wildlife figured out).

Then the snow came, and it started to be windy and all of a sudden it was kind of a snowstorm there, nature is wonderful in its greeting of the cityfolks. The strange thing was that all of us continued barbequing. We were all covered in snow, but we were on a quest of finding nature, and eat our hotdogs. It was one of my most absurd moments, this year seems promising!

Written under the influence of "Hej mitt vinterland, nu är jag här..."

Jestem chora

My moma always said that when going to the doctor you should pretend that you are sicker then you are otherwise the doctor will not give you the best treatment.

Well I tried it here in Poland;

Strip down!

Öhh ok, no smooth talking there, just right down to business.

Breath!

Sure ok

The stethoscope is moving like crazy all over my upper body. My lungs are out of oxygen, my throat is itching, I start to cough.

Loud sigh from the doctor.

He starts to write something.

Sorry to bother you but can I take on my clothes now?

Hrmmf

Oh ok

I ask for a glass of water, feeling like I’m going to faint. He gives me a glass of hot water

Cold water is out!

Thanks

I get my prescription; take my pills, walks around for several days with a slight high/seasickness. Open one of my psychology books, it’s about drugs and drug addiction, strange, one of my medicines is there “Codein - mixing with alcohol can be lethal” Might have been good to know.

And now I’m sick again, F**k!

Written under the influence of Augmentin, Trilac, Tussipect and Acetylocysteina

Theoretical paper

I’m trying to write my theoretical paper right now. It is not really going that well.
It is amazing how much one can think of doing instead of writing on a paper. Have you checked out The Office or Californication (you have too if you haven't).
I even thought of running for a while just to have something else to do then to write on my paper, but then I read this blog were a guy said that beautiful people didn’t run, so well I couldn’t argue with that.
Finally one day I forced myself to read something for my theoretical paper. By the way the paper is about questioning my whole future profession, seems like the right thing to do. Its about one of the bibles of psychopathology, The DSM-IV, so I started to read. In there every disorder is categorized in nice folder, and there are enough disorders to go around.
To all you coffee drinkers we have “coffee nerves”.
To all you Erasmus people we have “fugue state” – traveling abroad under an assumed identity.
To all you people on crowded buses we have “frotteurism” – the urge to seek erotic stimulation by rubbing up against people in crowded buses.

Written under the influence of Familjen - Vad du vill

A study in filth

I think Warsaw is a nice place, believe me I do, but this last weekend has been a study in filth.

I decided to go to a coffee house and drink a cup of tea, to spark things up a bit I also bought a carrot cake to my tea. Apart from the normal ingredients in a carrot cake there were also one lettuce leaf, one fly and to top it off, one string of hair; light blond (I didn’t finish the cake).

Then I went out, and I had a really good time apart from a fight with some guys, me being a pacifist and all, but when there is three guys taking up the whole dance floor pushing each other around and jumping, well that’s where my pacifism stops. Anyway when going in to the toilet at the club this was what awaited me.

Thinking about the filth I meet the last couple of days brought me back to the very beginning of my stay here, at the student dorm Zamenhofa 10 A. Together with around 300 people we lived side by side with the biggest population of cockroaches I have ever seen. I started my stay in Poland being afraid of bugs but it was impossible after a while to continue being it.
Every time I cooked dinner I had to perform the cockroach dance it consisted of trying to kill as many cockroaches as possible by stepping at them. The floor started off as blue but after cooking dinner, the floor was black around me.
One day I was going to wake up a friend of mine all of a sudden while sleeping his nose seemed to grow, I soon realized that it was a cockroach that was happily walking on his pillow, just passing his nose. Instead of quietly waking him up, I started screaming and him to; the cockroach must have thought he was at an amusement park because he flew several yards in the air before landing.

Written under the influence of pure, plain and simple disgust

Warsaw has grown

Moving to Warsaw I was kind of disappointed over its small size. I thought it would be a big city and then I came here and it was one big street and that was all.

Well that’s what I thought at first, now 1,5 year after I first came here the city have in some miraculous way grown. All of a sudden I realized that I live in a big city.

I was just in park Wilanow for the first time the other day!! I didn’t even know that it existed before. And Praga is to me an undiscovered part of Warsaw full of nice bars and hang-out places. I guess it was about time I woke up and realized that I live in a big city.

Written under the influence of Sigurd Ros - Heima