Back to the lab again!

I've just finished a lazy day's work, and I'm sitting with my Ibook in my lap. My little sis is watching the tellie and I'm listening to 50 cent's "Gatman and Robbin". That song always make me laugh! Hip Hop is definitely more humurous and high-spirited than Rock and..eh white music in general I guess. Black Eyed Peas is another band that makes me smile and feel all good about myself. Just check out their "Don't funk with my heart". These guys are just outta their minds!

Today I have been doing some serious studying. It takes a while to get up to speed again, but now I feel it coming! Accounting and tax law can defeat any good man, but I won't let it conquer me! Anyway, it's useful knowledge, and once I've pounded it through the bone of my skull, I guess I'll be happy about it. Also, I want to perform well on this exam, so I can maintain those straight A's!

At last, a note on London 7/7. I bow my head in silence for those who were murdered. It makes me sad to see evil at large in our society. I can only pray silently that the West can maintain the open, free society. The prospects for this however, looks dark. Moving towards a more closed society, with ID cards, body scanners and constant surveillance would be tragic. If this is the direction western society moves in, we will start to lose the core of Western society; freedom and individual rights, and I don't want to see that happen.

But until then, let's stand tall, let's stand together; We're all Londoners now.

Transition Party in Stockholm

Woke up in Emanuel's sofa, wrapped in a sleeping bag (yes, not IN the sleeping bag, but wrapped in it). Shock my head and said to myself "Wow. That was one hell of a party." Then I fell asleep again for an hour or so.

Actually, the preparty was one of the craziest and most amazing preparties I have ever been two. Me, Emanuel and Carl started out at Emanuel's place. We drank some Whiskey and while leaving the apartment we started to open up Carl's beers. We went to grab a Pizza, and at that point we were already getting drunk, so we ventured into the restuarant with our beers in our hands. We were quickly ushered back on the street again, and before we could order we finished our beers.

When we arrived to the preparty at Johans place it was already getting crazy. Johan was emptying his bar, so there were a dozen bottles of booze already on the table. I put my bottle of Polish Zubrowka on the table, and we started drinking.

Oh boy!

We emptied 8 bottles of booze, we had screaming competitions out the window, I threw tomatoes out the window, people were shouting and screaming. It was just CRAZY! The transition party was supposed to start at 8 PM but we didn't arrive there until 10 PM. But it didn't matter, we WERE the party!

It was really good to get up here to meet all my fellow @ buddies. Today we're gonna have some kind of picnic in a park near to where Emanuel lives. I really look forward to it. Relaxing with your best mates is always really, really good.

Back in Sweden

This morning I stepped of the ferry in Karlskrona after a really bad night's sleep. Two Polish construction workers snored their way through the night, and if it hadn't been for a healthy dose of Zubrowka, I wouldn't have managed to sleep at all. The disturbing thing about snoring is it's irregularity. On the ferry you can constantly hear the engines pounding, but their sound is constant and regular, which makes it more soothing than disturbing. The snoring of Polish construction workers though, is highly irregular. Sometimes it stops, and you start hoping that you might be able to fall asleep. You feel safe and warm. And then...SNOOOOOOOORE! Your fully awake and ready to kill something or somebody.

After a couple of buses and trains I managed to reach Vaxjo where my father picked me up and drove me home. We had some late breakfast and I discovered that I didn't have much to tell him about my trip. He had already read all of it on this blog. Is blogging really a good idea? Will people tell me, "Sorry, not interestedI, already read that." every time I try to tell them something exciting from my life? Let's hope not. =)

At my desk and in my computer loads of work awaited me. During my trip I had managed to sort out a few things via email, but the most important things actually requires talking (not that talking is a bad thing, I enjoy it very much!). Basically I just sat down, started emailing and calling people. Being president could be compared to the job of a mechanic who constantly repairs a machine which constantly breaks or threatens to break.

Last and least, a note on returning to Sweden. It's an extremely structured and ordered country. I really notice this every time I return from aborad. People really know their place and authority is hot around here. I read this funny book the other day; "For Mr. Bachmanns brochure" by Carl-Johan Vallgren. He claimed that if the Swedish government wished the Swedish people to collectively commit suicide on the national day, we would gladly accomodate such a wish. Satirical exaggerations aside, I think this guy is pretty close to the mark, unfortunately.