A few nights offline, a few drinks with friends, a few experiments.

I feel that being out of the loop of writing for a few days, I have trouble starting. What does one say if one keeps a blog and then don’t find the time to write? Does one confess to the laziness? Blames it on other interest such as reading? Other duties such as cleaning? Do I tell you that I didn’t bring my computer to my grandma’s place because I knew the horrible internet connection they (don’t) have. Do I give you a taste of what I’ve been doing for the last few days by a couple of videos? How to start this?

Since last time, at work: nothing exotic, crazy, sexy or fantastic have happen. I’ve had fun, I’ve been bored. Regular work I think one could call it.

Since last time, regarding monsters: I’m able to sleep without a skewer by my pillow, but this Saturday at the flea market I bought 2 very pretty African knives longer than my forearm, FOR NOTHING. And I’ll try to keep them handy. In case of Zombies. Still not entirely happy when thinking about the Lights out video. But I’ve started to walk around in the dark without screaming.

Since last time, regarding Limoncellon: I finished it today, and invited my now friend, ex-co-worker, to have a go with me. Tasting if you want. And a few glasses later, we realized the clock was spinning much faster than it should, I gave her a Buddha to polish and promised a dinner in the future as payment.

Since last time, regarding Ice-cream: I talked to another co-worker this Friday, about making a cacti-lime sorbet. And the thought stuck, so I tried it today, and it WAS AMAZING! And that is not only because we were into a second glass of limoncello by this time. I fregging LOVE my new machine ^^

Since last time, regarding happiness: This morning was pretty hard, for a moment there I wanted to scream, and then punch someone, and then find a suitable rock to spend the rest of my life under. But then came lunch, yet another co-worker with the coolest beard and a moustache in the shape of batman, and a great afternoon. I’m back to squealing and singing and dancing.

Since last time, regarding friends: A co-worker had her last day today, and is therefore a official FRIEND more then co-worker now. I went to a flea market and a had a nice long tea-break with another friend. She was supposed to come try the limoncello as well tonight. But she decided to apply for many, many. many jobs today, and we will be drunk on Wednesday instead.

Since last time, regarding books: I’ve started Harry Potter suite, read by Stphn Fry. He is my hero. Sthpn Fry, not HP, even if he is a cool wizard, but he is fictional and Stphn Fry is a real person. Is that racist?

Since last time, regarding family: Visited my grandma and grandpa this weekend. And my Aunt, and my cousin, and there was roast beef, wonderful potatos and free food which I did neither have to cook or clean up after.

Since last time, regarding many other things: I’ve had a busy few days. And at the same time, not at all.

Does one end the same way as one started on a spastic and irregular post as this? Do I blame the yawns that brings tears to my eyes? The limoncello that makes the room spin, the last few chapters of HP 2, work tomorrow or some fable regarding witching hour? Do I tell you about the pile of unanswered letters, the mountain of madness in my kitchen and the empty space in my fridge where my bentous should be if I was a better person? Do I tell you about my plan for Saturday, and how I’m thinking about palm-reading and Tarot? Do I tell you that the munchies have set in, and I fear that I’ll have to make a sandwich before I try to sleep?

A hectic day that ends with a big smile!

Don’t let me start on work and how that had a million and one things to do, made me go into apathy a few times, and kept me on my toes all day. Which is kind of exhausting when one have a long day, working from 8-7. But it was great fun all in all. Even if I had trouble summoning energy for a few episodes.

But all in all, pretty awesome day. And then I got to pick up two packages that I’ve been looking forward to. One with cool t-shirts, one of which says “Legalize gay robot marriage, before they kill us with their laser beams”. Should give you a thought of the rest of them. I’m thinking of wearing one of them to work tomorrow, but not necessarily decided on that yet. I think they need to be washed before that. And I got my two Russian shawls I bought last week. Not only because I’m going to be Baba Yaga for the kids at work a few weeks into the future, but because Russian shawls are pretty awesome. One big black with a beautiful pattern of mostly lilac and blue. And a turquoise with a pattern of beige, yellow, brown and red. I like them both pretty much. And as I’m writing, I’m also wearing one of my new t-shirts.

But the pudding on the cake, the icing on the marshmallow, the fireworks on my birthday, was the quite shy man, who gave me a note as I came out after getting my packages at the store and gave me a handwritten note with the nice words of “You are pretty. I become happy every time I see you”. With a smile on my face I put the note on my fridge, and now I’m going to take a early night, because, even if I’m happy as can be, and giddy from the note, I’m tired, and tomorrow deserves the attention it needs to make it another awesome day!

“Just idag är jag Stark”,” Exactly Today I’m Strong” / Translation – Google. Lazy me.

“Exactly today I’m strong/ exactly today I feel good
I am carried forward by strong winds.
Exactly today I’m strong/ exactly today I feel good.
I have the belief in myself by my side.

I have waited so long for exactly this day/ and it’s so nice that it finally comes.
Waited so long for exactly this day/ it gives joy when it comes.

I watch the escape of the gulls/ I watch the dance of the sun rays.
I look forward to lovely times.
I watch the step of the women /I watch the gloss of the eyes.
I have the belief in myself by my side.

I have waited so long for exactly this day/ and it’s so nice that it finally comes.
Waited so long for exactly this day,/ it gives joy when it comes.

I hear laughing children/ I hear the roar of the sluices.
I belong to the few who can live.
I hear inner music/ I hear the soughing of the winds.
I have the belief in myself by my side.

I have waited so long for exactly this day/ and it’s so nice that it finally comes.
Waited so long for exactly this day/ it gives joy when it comes.”

That moment when reality comes a-knocking again..

Well. The last days have been pretty much wild slacking of in the reality department. I’ve been focusing on learning Gallifreyan and not doing my boxed lunches. And today, I’ve got to do it. I have a long day at work and therefore need to bring two different boxes of lunch just to be able to go on until closing time. But I rather go back to sleep now after having a small breakfast. My brain keeps telling me to get my lazy as out to the kitchen and make those DAMN lunches, but my heart, my body keeps telling me, “oh darling, wouldn’t it be nice to go back to sleep, there is more than 40 minutes before you need to leave”. Internal fight that the last few days the body have won. I’ve had pasta ready to go for the salad in the fridge for two days now. I just need to MAN the f UP, and not come up with more excuses not to do it..

Have I mentioned that I’m sort of a Zombie in the mornings? I require time and love, and tender care to even become a human being by the time I’m at work. Having a slow and nice breakfast is part of that humanization process. So is nice things like fluffy bunnies and friends who send me encouraging words. Every time I get up because of a alarm-clock,  a small piece of me stops function. When I wake up early by myself, there is no problem, I can be a 100% from the moment I open my eyes.. But when someone else dictates my waking up (such as reality, work, alarm-clocks), then I’m certified zombie and coming to close will result in me having a bite of you.

Progress!

I’ve learned how to write my name in Gallifreyan! How awesome is that?! It’s the single most fun thing I’ve done today, and I’m becoming more and more good at actually READING in this, lack of a better word, Code. Because that is what it is, basically. A talented artist took the standard alphabet, or nearly enough to standard, and made some rules up on how to write each letter, and how they connect into words, and the word into sentences, and the sentences into text. It’s pretty amazing and the results are pretty spectacular!

I also like how she thought about how this and how the sentences and words can be put together in so many ways depending on which direction you read them, because of the Timelords being part of the big wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff they have got going. And no, I’m not a enormous Dr.Who fan, I’ve only watched the new series and part of the first doctors voyages, but I love the universe, and had I the time, and the will to stay awake, I would watch more of the old stuff. But there are so many reasons behind not watching, and they all fall when confronted with the fact, that I, LOVE, Dr. Who.

Now I’m off to deciding what to translate into the Gallifreyan code and how to put it on my wall, and in what size. But for tonight I’m happy writing letters to my new pen-pals that I got after placing an ad telling people how I abhor long walks on the beach, rather read a book than go to the cinema, and how I can find something interesting and loose myself in it for hours and only a knock of reality can make me come gasping back. I’ve gotten several answers, which are cool, but also a few… not so cool MALE answers, who is kinda.. “eey, baby, saw u were like, um, librarian. that’s cool, u wanna hang out?” And these to an ad that specifically told the whole world that I was only on the lookout for a new pen pal. I actually never thought it could be viewed as any sort of THAT ad, that calls out to males and signals I’m hot and ready. Because I’m not. I want new friends. ‘*goes off in thought and tries to answer the letters she had waiting on the doorstep when she got home*

First entry. No title. Or many. Depending.

Not really. I just wanted to wave to the world and say hello. I’m going to be living in this little space of the world now. And I hope there will be room for just one more of you. I don’t know how this will take shape, or when, but for me, having a place to be what I need at the moment is a great place to start.

I’ve just ended a project that was going to run for a year, because the lack of time on my part, the lack of interest on the readers parts, and a overall sense of HAVING to write, even if the inspiration was not there. I also found that a lot of the fun I tried to do with it always came back to US of A. I caught myself a few times not writing every day that I found because it was just another one of those endless materialistic card-company holidays. Not the inspiring thing I wanted to do with my time. I wanted to write about different cultures, religions, and faith and how the human race can be so unbelievable multifaceted.  But I ended up writing about things that didn’t stir my soul or my heart.

And I guess I underestimated the number of days to be celebrated out there in the world. There are quite a few of them. Some are awesome, but others are just plain weird. I guess the love just got away from me when trying to write to many posts that didn’t have any value for me. And I miss being able to just strut around in my pj’s and not having to sit there, eyes crossing because I’m that tired, and write just because I promised myself. If life had continue on in the same spirit as it was at the creation of the blog, maybe the problem wouldn’t have surfaced. But life changed pretty drastically a few weeks ago. A new Job, a new apartment, a new city, a new life. Having a blog that demanded so much research and commitment was starting to slowly ruining my (new and improved) life. I had no time to read all my beloved books. I had no time to unpack, to be social, to go to bed when I was tired, because there was always that nagging little voice asking, Have you done your Post and Duty today?

I finally gave it up today. And not to loose what I think is a great way to express myself and my thoughts and my small stand in the world, I immediately created this one instead. Those who know me, won’t be seeing much of a difference in what I’m jabbering about, because I’m always jabbering about something or another. Those that followed my other blog and found it interesting might find this one quite not up to the same standard. I won’t be able to promise anything regarding this blog. Because this is going to be my forum of expression. My little slice of heaven. If I have something to say, to shout, to whisper, to rant about, and  I think sharing a status on FB wont be enough I’ll use this space. Mostly I do have things to comment about. But the subjects may vary..

MY little slice of heaven welcomes you, and if you want to know what I’m going on about, check out sollemnitas.wordpress.com and look upon my monument of defeat. Or hobby. You choose what you want to call it.