Just to be lovelily politically engaged...

Think it's really too bad that people think it just to congratulate someone's death, no matter who's it might be. I find it sort of inhuman, this was in the end a person, too. I disagree with most of Margareth Thatcher's actions, but when she died, she was merely a dement old lady. Still, I think it's fair to criticise her political agenda at any point in time, it's just a pity that people think of doing in the wake of her death.

Nevertheless, for those who know Swedish, I really like this author, and I enjoyed reading his article. Jonas Gardell: http://www.expressen.se/kultur/gardell-margaret-thatcher-ingen-hjalte/

Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes, in the early morning rain

Sometimes it feels like, all I need is listen to Ray Lamontagne in the quiet, and my life is complete.

Jolene - Ray Lamontagne

So beautiful in so many ways

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Scottish pride

Why am I still awake after more than 36 hours on only 2 hours sleep?

Now that I am, however, this ad was shown to me on youtube before I could watch my desired clip. Just thought I'd add it. The ultra-nationalist Scotsman in his own persona:

Guess we know who'll vote for independence then ;)

Today sucked!

I don't feel like putting it in more politically correct terms. I've had two excruciatingly exhausting French tests, one to which I had to run from a tutorial where the whole point of waiting in the end was to finally get an essay back - but no. It wasn't there. After having gotten to, and written, my French test with my heart pounding both uncomfortably hard and quick, I go back to the undergrad office to pick up my essay from there instead. Apparently a whole bunch of them have mysteriously disappeared/not been marked/sent off to some other destination, and will therefore have to be picked up at the office tomorrow morning instead.

I decide to go to the library to study for my second French test, and the book I needed was of course lent out. I therefore get into the lift to look for a substitute. The lift goes apeshit on us all and made me, for a second, really believe that it was going to crash, since, after having shook ominously and taken us all the way up to the 11th floor (which by the way was none of our desired floors), it doesn't open the doors, but starts making a "falling notion". It ultimately left us on the 10th floor, and I was only happy to have gotten out of there alive. Not my desired way of leaving this earth, I must say.

Anyways, so I decide to go get dinner after writing my test, but as I get to doing it so late, I have to run (in the wet SNOW!!!) to the store before it closes, and the steak that I was craving for has of course been sold out...

Anyways... this is something I found this morning when I was preparing a little for my French test... I must say, it might actually be the only thing I like about French right now...

I really really fell for it, dunno why really. And no worries, you don't have to know French to understand it, it's just really cute. Oh well, time for me to watch something heart-warming, to regain faith in life. Haha okay, that was a bit dramatic. But to regain strength for tomorrow I guess :)

Oh, what a wonderful world this could be...

Wonderful World - Otis Redding

Fun with Or an' Mor

Not the best of camera-men... this was not the only very dark picture...

All men to themselves!

Glasgow

Old Gilmorehill...

Revelations of Gilmorehill

From the top of the hill, from this vivid embrace
With the muddled sight of the Glasgow haze
From the captions of joy to the captions of hate
The flourishing dreams and the realist fates

From the sunny hellos, from the windy farewells
From the views of a town that still never tells
Where the maps have been burnt, where our bravery is key
Where do these streets lead, and where do they leave me?

From the top of the hill, with the sun on my face
With remains of the past, gleaming futures to trace
From the murky, chilled morn' to the flowery eve
In the skyline before me lies what I can't leave

From the south front's clear air, with the greenery below
I can see what is hidden, and I know I will know ...

- Litage, 7 March 2013

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