Sehnsucht nach Berlin

Berlin was amazing. I miss the boys. I miss the city and it's country. I miss the language. I miss it all!

The clubs we went to were amazing. The boys seem to have found awesome friends. As much as I loved my Erasmus in Heidelberg, I almost wish I did my Erasmus together with the boys. I bet Sofia feels the same about that point...

I think I felt very alive during those 48hrs with the best people ever in the best city ever. Now it's all changed and I don't understand what I am doing in this country being upset and annoyed with life. After I've graduated I am moving to Germany. I need to be in Berlin. I need to live there and breathe it! I have found home. Simple as that.

Hysterie

Last night I dreamt that I was having a hysterical break down and was running after something I was looking for. Why? Well, I know why but don't feel like sharing it at the moment.

This Mädel needs to gehen ins Bett..

By the way, I have to mention: life can be pretty great at times. I'm hoping that my down is starting to turn to an up.

That's all.

Happy 22!

I have intended to write a post about my birthday that occurred last Tuesday (the 9th Oct.) but never got around to it. Everyone has asked me how it feels and really, I have felt nothing. No bigger change and I guess that is what it is like nowadays. However, I guess I am quite excited about being 22. From what I have heard it is supposed to be a good age - that's what Matilda and Helen told me today.

Now let me take a leap forward and tell you all about my Friday night. I expected to meet Mathilda (note that this is not the same Mathilda as the one I mentioned previously! And their names are not spelled the same.) in town. Little did I know, that she was never going to show up, and stubbornly I stayed put at the central station waiting for her and ordered a semi-dinner and wrote a motivational letter for Munich. We were supposed to meet up with Helen for Fredagsmys or as I thought; a night out in town not clubbing. Mathilda insisted that I leave for Helen's while Helen was trying to lure me to hers with cake. Yet I stayed stubborn and put at the station, with my wrap. Then eventually Mathilda called and gave me some story (which I know see as surreal) and which eventually made me make up my mind and head for Helen's. As I arrive Helen was all dressed up, to which I commented, and we rode the elevator up to her floor. Now, it is a bit important to know that I needed to go to the bathroom quite badly. I expected us to stop by Helen's room but she sort of pushed me forward towards the kitchen saying that she had forgotten her keys in there. I opened the kitchen door and waited for her to go get them but then she just shoved me in and I thought "geez! wonder why I need to go in to? and I need to go to the bathroom". Then suddenly I enter and sort of greet a girl who lives on the same floor, look to my right and see Sofia and thought to myself "what is she doing here?". Helen nudges me towards the room next door and voila! there are my closest friends all gathered to surprise me for my birthday!!! How awesome isn't that!? Such sweet people and I was basically in shock. I even thought that I was dreaming and was wondering how three different circle of friends could all stand in the same room and act as if they've known each other for as long as I've known them. You can't find better friends than these. I was at loss for words. At one point I even got a bit teary-eyed. Then I even cursed the semi-dinner I bought, haha. And as if a two-course dinner with dessert wasn't enough, I even got presents! Pretty much unbelievable. The best friends ever, and the only person missing there was Mathilda. It was amazing and I never would have imagined throwing me a surprise party. With that I would like to give some special thanks to Helen for being the most awesome friend ever. She means so much to me.

Since I have been in a bit of a bad mood, well maybe not bad but a sad mood, this was definitely a good pick-up! Knowing that your friends care so much to go this far for you is simply beyond words. And therefor I'd like to finish with Florence who (subconsciously) for this age is the soundtrack of my life.

Happy 22!
May every aspect in life get better with age.

Planning ahead

Whilst being in bed, trying to recover from this cold I have gotten, I have been trying to get as much homework as possible done so that I can finally have the energy to deal with my BA-thesis (yes, I'm still on square one). In between I watch movies, or catch up on various TV shows that I have been missing out on, catching up on sleep (not that sleep is easy when you have a cold). And now I seem to find myself planning ahead, like way ahead. The movies I have been watching lately are your average, cheesy, American teen movies, or awesome childhood, movie-adapted books, e.g. The Chronicles of Narnia, Philip Pullman's Northern Lights (although the Americans are always so special and change the title so the movie's named The Golden Compass). Anyways, point is: I have been on amazon looking for boxed editions of these books. Why? Because when I get my own children, I will be reading these books to them as goodnight stories. Simple as that. Now, isn't that some real future planning?

Sad part is that I spend time looking for boxed sets and then question which set is better or prettier instead of studying. Schiller's Die Räuber has basically been lying next to me in bed for the past four hours. Maybe I should get cracking... Yet I can't keep myself from thinking which books I would start off with first? His Dark Materials, The Chronicles of Narnia, and then Harry Potter? Or The Chronicles of Narnia, His Dark Materials, and then Harry Potter? Or should I introduce Harry Potter earlier on?

In sickness and in health

Lately I've been stuck in my room for multiple reasons, but the most relevant reason is due to my cold. It had a good timing since I didn't miss any of my German classes this week, however, I did miss out on my tennis class (turned out that it was shit according to one of my course mates, they got a substitute since our teacher Eugine/Yevgny/"some Lithuanian or Belarussian name" was sick too. Is there even a word such as Belarussian? Sorry, I meant adjective. Obviously.). But thanks to my waterbottle, me filling it up every hour and running to the bathroom every end of an hour, I think I've gotten most of the virus out of my body. I'm feeling pretty good though; no coughs and just a slightly clogged nose. This should mean that I can go play tennis with Catherine on Sunday. Catherine is Swiss and is here for a semester, unless she's already been here since January, and studies Swedish. Pretty cool since I always think that nobody wants to learn Swedish. Apparently the Germans and Swiss people do! (See, that's why I like the German language and people!!)

Anyways. even though I'm feeling loads better I still can't focus on homework. I've been trying to study French the whole day long but haven't done shit until now. And at the moment, I'm even taking a break after one hour. My teacher thought it would be good if I faire un résumé sur les trois séquences A, B et C, which I find really boring because when I try to write a summary I end up using the same verbs and it just ends up looking like plagiarism, and we are being taught at uni to not plagiarize. I've heard teachers nag about that since I was studying at Heidelberg and all that German scandal broke out in the media.

What else? Well, whilst being sick I have been a very good sport. Despite the cold I managed to clean the flat, iron every piece of garment left in the clean-laundry basket, bake cinnamon rolls (4th of October = cinnamon Roll Day! ...at least in Sweden, it is.), recycle and pay (more) bills. I even managed to cook some awesome dinner and lunch. Oh yeah! This sick girl is on fire.

Maybe I should get back to mes devoirs.
Bisous!