Inte vad ni tror

Blundar.. vaken sedan länge, men blundar fortfarande. Inte för att fly verkligheten, utan för att uppleva den. Ljudet av rörelserna i köket, familjen stressar på som vanligt. Värmen av rummet som värms upp av den tidiga morgonsolen. Sötman i munnen vid tanken på en maffig frukost. Lukten av ens egen kropp.
Öppnar ögonen, ett ben i taget, sakta och försiktigt, ner mot golvet. Lika sakta och omsorgsfullt väljs dagens kläder. Shorts, T-shirt. Svart och vitt. Mot badrummet, in i duschen. Påklädd, de färdiga skogaholmslimporna på bordet, ost och utan smör, juice-glaset i handen. Frukosten njuts till fullo. Lägger sig i sängen igen, blundar, funderar, drömmer sig bort.
Utan att öppna ögonen letar sig handen fram över nattduksbordet. Fingrarna omsluter mobilen, som höjs över ansiktet. Öppnar ögonen och letar i namnlistan, hennes namn står såklart först. Det har setts till. En, två, tre signaler går. Den fjärde bryts mitt i, hon grymtar i nyvakenheten en hälsning. När hon förstår vem som ringt vaknar hon till direkt, glädje utstrålar den lilla plastapparaten. Att säga att de talar länge är fel, de skrattar, skämtar, skvallrar utan att tiden sätter några spår. De kommer fram till att ses, hon ska komma och hälsa på.
En evighet i sinnet senare möts de, hon knackade på och dörren öppnades. Hon bjöds inte in, utan istället fick hon sällskap den väg hon kom ifrån, ut i solskenet som stekte asfalten. Hon leddes, med en hand runt midjan, till vägar hon aldrig gått, men visste att det var säkert. Inte en enda fråga ställdes om vägen, hon litade på sin följesslagare till fullo. Hon visste att hon snart skulle få se en plats som värderades högt av den hon älskade.
Mygg, flugor, bin, getingar, festingar, absolut inget som var i tankarna. Runt den övergivna röda byggnaden, längs med den lilla bäcken i den gamla skogen. Denna följdes, tills en glänta uppnåddes. En glänta där gräset växte vilt, men lågt nog för att ligga i den. En glänta där eken i mitten sades vara nästan ett millenium gammal. En glänta där ljudet av staden var lika avlägsen som byggnaderna.
Sångerna som han sjungit hela vägen för henne upphörde. De såg varandra. De behövde inte längre sång, inte ord, inte de små leendena de alltid hade när de såg varandra. Hon lade sitt huvud mot hans bröst och höll om honom. Han stod upp med henne i sin famn, strök henne i håret, och blundade. Hennes andetag kändes, den var lugn. Hur länge han blundade vet han inte, om det var ett ögonblick, en timme, ett liv, gick inte att säga. All tidsuppfattning var borta. Men aldrig hade han kännt sig så levande som då.

The hurricane took my cat away

I wrote my first song this year that I actually decided to save. Based on what could very well be the name of my band if some people were more open to good and weird names. Anyways, I still have to figure our some bad guitar stuff for the song though.

Recent days I've been home for a couple of reasons, and I have been able to do a lot of thinking. I want to make a long journey, cause in this moment, I'm really really frustrated how things are going in my life. As I see it now, I have three options for long term journeys.

I could make a trip to Sri Lanka or India and do some volunteer working. According to someone I met during a party were I was a little bit dizzy, it wouldn't be that expensive. She had been in India for 4 months and all she had to pay for was the flight there and her weekend fun. Living and getting something to eat would include in the work. Since I've pretty much decided not to study medical, this would be a good option to try out one of my dreams, to help people in need.

I could also join one of my closest friends, who's dream is to open a resturaunt in Berlin. We could be up to four of my friends living there together and that would be rather awesome. Berlin is one of the greatest cities in the world and I wouldn't mind working in Germany for some time. Und wenn ich da bin, kann ich "Ik bin ein Berliner" sagen. (wich means "I'm a donought")

My third choice would be the states. I've always had a soft spot for the east coast in the states, especially around the Philly area, were I could watch the Flyers (another of my big dreams in life is to see them play). I have found out that there's a Swedish museum in Philly that I could work for, I have pretty decent knowledges of Swedish history and I would likely have a lot of fun working there. And since I'm from the Swedish slum, Killadelphia would be no match for me (eh, yeah right).

So, as I take the role of the cat, I'll wait for chance and randomness, wich would be the hurricane, to come and take me away.

Love, music and a little bit of both

Late spring here in Uppsala, as I reflect over my life. Since my life is totally pointless anyways I won't bother you with it.

Instead I will spread the news about 4 guys here known as Frantic Sunday. They've been playing together for 8 months now and they are touring around in Sweden and growing bigger every day. They play a kind of happy pop rock, wich they make even better live as they have the rare ability to make a crowd electrified.

So click the link for some good music, and help me to spread it out if you like it. I'm pretty sure you will. Cheers!
http://www.myspace.com/franticsunday

My beutiful name

Another may 18. have passed. That day is special only because of my name. As most Swedes know, every day is connected to one or two names. May 18. is the day when people recognize my name, Eric (or Erik as it says normally, but everyone knows people spelling Erik with a K are gayish.)

This tradition is rather Swedish I would guess. People sending texts and saying "oh, happy name's day!". I don't know why you should treat a name specially once a year, but Swedes have always been keen to add odd traditions that includes lots of booze or gifts. In this case gifts. The gifts are usually shitty, like you get a set or earplugs if you're lucky. The corner of a chocolate bar is the more common thing to give someone. Or you get someone a glass of water, it is his name's day after all!

Well, my name means "lone ruler". I guess it has some random germanic history behind it, but I haven't bothered to look that up. I don't care either. What I do care about is that I missed a party for everyone called Eric/Erik, wich I would love to attend to, but whatever.

I might add that I like my name. I like when girls call my name and add an "oh"-sound before. Makes me feel special. Or something. I've been up for too many hours know..

Fish sticks!

Been a while since I last wrote anything here. Since last time, I've come back from Germany, I've started studying rhetorics, I've been in Amsterdam, and I've had a total failure of a dating thing, in true Eric style. Not so much in other words.

Yesterday, I held an improvised speach about fish sticks. Here's what I said, granted my memory recalls everything.

- Jag jobbar som mattant. Som mattant har man ett häktiskt tidschema att hinna med, speciellt när man är ensam i köket som jag är. Vissa maträtter är bättre att arbeta med än andra, och den bästa maträtten som finns för en mattant, skulle jag vilja hävda, är fiskpinnar.
Fiskpinnar skräpar inte 300 låg-o-mellanstadielever ner lika mycket med, som till exempel alla dessa grytor och potatisbullar gör. Det går även väldigt fort att diska undan fiskpinnarna, vilket gör rätten till en utmärkt maträtt för mattanter.
Nu jobbar inte alla här i världen som mattanter, men jag ber er tänka tillbaka till tiden då ni var små och själva gick i skolan. Jag minns alla dessa suckanden om "nej, inte fisk igen!", då fisk var på matsedeln en gång i veckan. Men varför? Fisk är ju så gott!
Om vi inte fått fisk så ofta hade folk istället klagat på att vi fick det för sällan, och det hade ju varit värre! Dessutom gör fisk en smartare också, som många fiskätande forskare har hävdat!
Fiskpinnar.. tänk tillbaka kära vänner. Tänk på dessa gyllenbruna små saker som förgyllde våran barndom. Tänk på hur de spelade med smaklökarna, ett njutningsfullt spel. Tänk på dem, tänk på fiskpinnarna som formade dig till den du är idag. Ja fiskpinnar, vad vore livet utan dem?

Krank in Deutschland

I skipped classes today, as I'm feeling a little bit ill and want to get well before the big student party tomorrow (timing, hell yeah). Last evening I played some Volleyball with a German dorm mate, and that was great fun. I totally ruined my health and knees, but it was worth it. 

Right now there's not really much that goes on, just boring grammar and history lessons about Freiburg. Though I'm waiting for an another mail from my tandempartner, so we can start hang out. That will be interesting. *a tandempartner is someone who's e.g. from Germany and speaks Swedish and wants to keep it updated*

Tonight I'll by extreme masses of chocolate and pizza, I need to comfort eat in the rain. 

Tomorrow I'll refill my Waschkarte *washing card* and then fix my new cellphone that of course doesn't work at all. 

Next week I get a visit here from my sister, I hope she brings some sausage stroganoff and chocolate things. 

Last saturday I was in France, strasbourg *though it's half German* and that was great fun. The only bad thing was that I never met any girl who could teach me french kissing....

That's all for this time, tschüss! 

Deutschland

Hi! Time for a little update here..



About a month ago I was stranded in a little small town (with a size slightly larger then Uppsala) in southern Germany known as Freiburg. After living the first night in a room with 3 other snarwling basterds I'll likely never hear from again I got my own little room in southern Freiburg, in the Vauban area. The area is known to be a place for families with small children and you can see playgrounds just about everywhere, especially on the way to the cage (the fotball place in Vauban) or on the way to the mountain/hill in the area where you can belive in some foolness that you are actually seeing France in the horizon. However, it all looks the same, the trees does not turn from a saucage shape to a cheeze shape or whatever. The view there is just awesome and walking up gives you some 3 hours of nice walking.



As said, Freiburg is slightly larger then Uppsala with their 210 000 inhabitants and most of the time when not home is spent around the Bertoldsbrunnen area (compareable to Stora Torget in Uppsala) where everything is connected in a pleasent mess. It's also there you can see most of the trams and sometimes even the magical number two going a new way at random occasions. Freiburg is not much of a party town, they have some clubs where it's pretty much People over it. But they do have Kagen with their odd shoe rules. It's okay there except it's located on the 18 floor wich is just 17 floors too much in my mind.

There are some cultural differences between Sweden and Germany and even though most are small there are some worth mentioning;
You can't find any chips except paprika flavoured ones
In every grocery store you can buy any alcohole to bargain prices and in wanted quantities
Something pleasent to do is to ask someone something that you really don't need to ask about but you still do cause it makes the person you ask so freakin' happy.
The time schedule for busses and trains are holy, they can't be anything but on time
German commercials sucks even more then Swedish ones and watching good movies with German speaking ruins everything.

I read my German class with 15 other ones from all over the country (and one from Finland). They are all weird and nice and you can't dislike singing Froh zu sein with them. Other people I hang out with are my dorm mates, four Germans and one American. It's awesome to speak English with her cause the Germans only speak German and I don't like speaking it in their speed. One of the Germans had read Norwegian though and I could talk Swedish to her.

The things I do there, except running to the grocery store twice a day is to lay on my bed and waste time, go long walks in dark places at nights, play soccer with the Swedes + random Zlatans, trying to charm myself to people's computers, go to school and sleep, sing German songs, taking a beer or two on fridays and saturdays and nothing really special really. The only special thing was a visit to Basel in Swiss. That was an awesome day walking around in the odd backstreets, searching ice cream, laugh at depressed and waitresses with odd make up, and go to some modern art museum. And to tape the second version of Sound of music.

My dorm is nothing special, six rooms, 2 bathrooms, one living room and a kitchen. The kitchen is pretty clean compared to others but everytime I invite someone it's a mess. My room is even more of a mess but that is caused by myself (except those 20 wine bottles on the floor maybe). I have a bed with a window on the ceiling, giving me the oppertunity to see the stars from my bed on nights. I have a table with a small TV on, two chairs, one desk and a wardrobe. I also have a floor that I want to vacuum clean every second day. My normal food is rice with either some kind of saucage or fish sticks. Once I had potatoes wich was luxury. And one day I made myself cinnamon buns that disappeared pretty quick.

Now I don't know what to write more, ask if you want more information. Tschüssis! xD ^^ :)