Van Morrison days

If you have ever heard the song, brighter side of the road, by Van (the man) Morrison..you know what I'm talking about when i refer to a Van Morrison day...i mean look at him, its great...The brighter side of the road type of days are coming to town...The sun is shining, dogs are running in the green grass, people kissing in public, a little butterfly is clapping his wings, birds are feeding each other...someone is walking, carrying a watermelon...oops he dropped it, and starts to laugh, the baker with fresh baked bread, the butcher with a big smile cleaning his knifes, the bees making honey, the man who carries flowers hurrying home to his pregnant wife, someone starts to dribble a ball and now the hole street gets engaged...phu...
yes..spring cant come soon enough
peace out

psssst...ey waaaazzzzup.. he whispered as i past him by..
do you wanna buy something..i got it all lady..name your flavour, name your pick...and I'm your man...
I got chocked here was clearly one of those gangster dogs that you sometimes read about. Apparently they hang around certain spots downtown, looking all cute, pretending to be mans best friend..but no no they are just out there for the moneey, trying to suck good people like me down that slippery road of crime and abuse..
aaa.a a...mr..i said waving my finger at his nose..who are you kidding i know your type..I'm not buying anytheeng from youuu...who do you think you r fooling with your expensive accessories and puppy eyes..not me at least..i can tell you so much...you burn in hell now.....

Hahaha i laughed as i continued my walk...
i certainly showed that little ghetto bastard where to put it...

non-smoking

Yesterday just as i was about to fall a sleep, i got clear awake...after taking care of that annoying itch on my left pinkie toe...i said to myself..tomorrow, tomorrow will be the day when you try to quiet smoking...i heard a silent fanfar and fell asleep...so when i woke up this morning i did my usual morning routine, cold water on my face, coffee and a cigarette..just as i was about to lit that lovely stick of loveliness i remembered..wait a minute..wasn't i suppose to do something today..well..i smoked the cigarette anyway, thinking that maybe this will be my last one for a while.. tried to get all dramatic about it, pushing hard for those tears, but it didn't happen, it was clear that my mind didn't believe a shit of my vision last night...but i went downtown without taking any cigarettes with me..and i must say it went fine, for a while...around two a clock i forced one of those nasty chewing gums in my mouth...and around four a clock i had forgotten that the chewing gum was nasty and took another one...at six a clock i was ready to call it a day, my eyes actually got all teary and i ran home, like a horse going wild, i galloped all the way...
But I'm happy with this big step today, so far only 2 cigarettes..i think that calls for a celebration..I'm gonna make every day a joyride from now on..but..yes there is a but..if i smoke more than five cigarettes, the celebration is cancelled and i will have to punish myself with long hours of winter sports on television.

The Elks

Yesterday i was inside allot, because of the cold..let me tell you bout the cold...its damn cold that's what it is..any hoe, it was not inviting you to go outside, so i stayed inside..but often when one spend a great amount of time indoors, one gets restless..so after a while i decided to take a little walk. First i had to dress myself. Three pair of pants, two hats, five scarfs and eleven sweaters. I decided to take the park route to pay a visit to my friends..the elks. The elks are the guardians of the park. They are huge, brown and have horns, so they have taken the natural position of guarding the park..They stand there high up in the hills, watching down on the city, the people and possible on other elks in the woods somewhere.They don't have the authority though to take action, when a possible crime is taking place, they simply have to report to a human, cause the humans have the guns and..the elks doesn't use guns.. The sun was about to settle in when i after a long climb reached the door to the elk house and they looked a bit sleepy when i raised my hand and said..elks, i come in peace..what is that..i heard on of the elks whisper to another..has someone done it whit your niece..here it has to be added that elks normally don't hear that good..their ears are filled with thick hair..the sight, that's more their thing..The big alpha male muttered back to me..what do you want, my niece is not here and we are busy...this doesn't shake me off, because i know since old that elks are a bit grumpy but underneath all the facade, they are quiet nice and descent creatures..wait id just wanna talk to you a little bit, you see I've been indoors the hole day, I'm bored and i need some advice...here i might sound a bit desperate..but i was..the alpha male shakes his big horns and opens the gate to let me in....so kiddo..what kind of advice do you want..hmm..i answer, i was wondering..yes there is this thing that has been bothering me a bit...why hasn't anyone given me a job yet? hahahaa the elk laughs and laughs..and laughs..and I'm starting to think that he is gonna die on me..just like that...but then he stops and looks serious..you need to get a haircut he says..wait a minute i say..my hair is not that bad...but the elk doesn't answer..he just give me a long look before he kicks me out with his back legs and says goodnight kiddo, the sun is settling and that means crimes..so tatata!...damn you elks i think when i walk down the hill again....

people

Yes i feel that people are bothering me a little bit lately..not people in general, no no general people are good, but people in particular. The People that sit in their offices with their bread crumbles in their laps, and with their pictures of smiling family members in front of them, people that sit there, surfing their days away, googling their own names, passing time by the water machine and bothering me with their trained bureaucracy. I came to Sweden thinking that the people would welcome me, like a long lost daughter or at least send me a ice cream cake, but nope..they are instead trying to make everything as complicated as possible. Like registering me in the country...Today i was walking to through the central station to have a cup of coffee with my good friend katarina, when i got stopped by a young guy with shiny teeth...stop he said, don't i know you! ..no no.. i answered you don't... YES i do, we went to the same high school, i cant believe you don't recognise me he continues, with a shiny teeth smile....i say that i don't recognize him, and ask suspiciously what the name of the school is that we shared....He doesn't remember that ,but he is a mobile phone salesman and has a great offer for me. He shows me this very nice phone that works like an ipod with everything in it.and its for free..almost....I'm trying to get away thinking that this must come with a hatch..people just don't give you nice phones for almost nothing like that...but he continues, he really wants to sell me this deal..and goes on and on..finally i say..alright yes i take it just give me the goddamn phone..i sign the papers feeling that this was probably the best thing this day, while he is doing a check on my social numbers...I'm all set to plug the phone in, when he says with tears in his eyes...you are not a Swedish citizen are you....yes yes i am..he says No, you are not listed in the country.....in one second he has demolished the signed papers and turned away from me..so i have to walk away with shame, no phone, no country..the thing is that i registered when i came back, but some of this particular people seem to have spilled coffee on my application or something so...
The list could go on...like the stupid people on the Internet company or the people that are supposed to give me a job...
i need a beer.

The birds

I got so disappointed today...i was walking my usual route through the park..lately there have been this two birds, two huge black birds with red bills hanging out together, by the water. I have often seen them stand there, looking sleepy on one leg. So the last days I've been watching them, not that they do much though..but still..today when i was getting ready to pass their hangout, i even took my camera with me this time, they where gone..no sight of two sleepy red bills or black feathers....where are they?? i asked the park attendant, who passed by with a barrel, filled with attendant tools...the birds? he asked, while stroking his ponytail..yes..the big black birds..i answered, getting irritated..ooh those..he continues..yesterday we had a little accident here in the park..the birds came between so to speak...what do you mean, my pulse raising, did something happened to those sweet birds? the attendant shook his head...yes yes sad story actually....he goes on..yesterday, there came this big evil looking bastard of a bear..maybe to find a pit, what do i know..but one thing i know for sure, the bastard was hungry, real hungry..the attendant gets something in his eye, and stops for a moment trying to get it out..yes..i say..continue..ohoh..anyway..the bear ate the birds, with feathers and everything, didn't leave so much as trace after him..you r kidding me!, i outburst..no no, the attendant shakes his head and starts to walk down the hill with his barrel....just as im thinking.. this is probably the last time i see him..he turns around, holding his hand for his eyes, as protection for the sun and says...
we are having a memorial thing for the birds later, if you want to come by..

Thessis

So here i am, at the student library, pretending to be a student. I think im pretty good at it, having my not yet finished thessis infront of me all the time, while browsing the worlwideweb. I hate my thessis...its impossible to finish it..im my desperation i've actually thrown myself several ihavefinishedmythessis partys already, feeling proud and accomplished, happily receiving good job and congratulations to you! greetings from friends and family. But the thessis is still there, breathing on my desktop. Im starting to think that im suffering from some great unwill to finish it..that when i do there is nothing left to pretend about, cause its kind of nice to sit here at the university pretending to be an academic, instead of not pretending to be a poor worker, without a degree, waiting for a job..anyhoe, i told my proffesor that she will have it on her desk by friday..i think that i've manged to build up some great expectations about it...by all the time telling her..soon, soon, only some little things left now, i want it to be perfect, just exellent you know..and she always nods her head, answering, good work johanna, im so looking forward seeing it! What i dont tell her is that it kind of sucks..that im just sitting in the library all day looking for typos..