Well, it might not have been the best week ever considering that I've managed to loose not only my cell phone, but also my glasses and other less important, but still wanted objects, as well as having slept extremely bad. Three days in a row I have however been given the opportunity to speak to a few strangers. It hasn't been any longer conversations, but nevertheless those moments always manage to make me a little bit happier. So I am!
Moving to New York - the Wombats
Both Wednesday's and yesterday's conversations were with friends of friends, but today a complete stranger took the liberty to exchange a few words with me. It was an Italian technologist who apparently must have thought I looked like a person who had a clue. He was wrong. I didn't have a clue - aboutwhich station you were supposed to get off at to ski. Ski?! In the middle of Stockholm - my one and only true home throughout the years!? Would we have famous skiing routes? I was majorly confused. Luckily for me, we managed to steer the conversation elsewhere and as we got off at the same station he got some help with orientating himself to the nearest skiing route.
About school. Today I wrote my very first debate article ever for Swedish about an art project in waldorf-spirit. I don't feel like going into it too deeply right now, but I do feel like telling you about my turning in the essay today. The deadline was set for 23.00 which is when the surver shuts down the ability to turn stuff in. I tried to turn it in at 23.07 which was of course too late - I was late for one sole reason, I wanted to fix the layout so that it would look like the one used by the newschannel I was writing for.
I have had a horrible horribleday, I can't even begin to describe it. It's just been plain bullshit from the start. And I cannot help to wonder.. Is this the new Friday the 13th? Or do we all have days of horror specially dedicated to us? Is Monday the 21st mine..? It doesn't sound too neat.
To give you an example I could start by saying that I spent about 3 hours stressing around the house, the road leading toward the underground, and the actual underground searching for my bloody cell phone, just enough time for me to miss 3 classes in school and for one of the teachers teaching those subjects to go "Ah, how wonderful that you made it here!" in French (he teaches Swedish and French) when I come hurrying down the hall toward Psychology. What annoys me in that scenario was not what he said as much as how he said it (a smug, cold, sarcastic tone).
Okay, I can feel myself boiling up again. There's a lot more to it, but I don't want to go into anything in detail, so I'll just leave you with a very aggro kind-of song. Don't listen to it if you don't like rock-metal-music, it just soothes my anger right now.