100th post.

This is the 100th addition to the blogg. Don't really know if it's worth celebrating somehow... ehr.

*toot*

There.

I'm ill. Once more. But hopefully it's just a small one day thing. Soon of to bed for some serious curing.

Today was spent sending e-mails, practicing guitar as far as my disoriented and fevered mind would let me, and civ 4 with Gus. Awesome. Thank you my friend. Doing something fun keeps spirits up.

Yesterday I was at the gym with Alex. And I had a blast. It's awesome when we get out toghether to do stuff. And it's also very nice when it's just us. We end up doing so much with family, or friends. It's very seldom it's just us and we get to fully experience what us is. And it's great.

I also managed to clean out my e-mail inbox for the first time in almost two years. It feels great.

Lost it.

I'm down at 86.6kg. Which means I'm right where I left of before I went south, visited Linus, and ate a whole bunch of stuff.

I don't quite get though how I promised myself to do 2 or 3 gym passes this week. I'm up to three now... and still have another on sunday. Well it's one less at least.

I'm being seriously run around by kth. I'm supposed to hand in an essay but, there seems to be no teacher handling the course? Which is just weird. Someone always has to be responsible for a course. And for the other essay I have to hand in I still havn't gotten a response from said teacher wether it's all correct or not or if there's been a change. Can't do much more then to keep e-mailing I guess.

Also have to have a serious chat with my boss. I had equipment stolen last fall for about 10k. Which was supposed to be handled by the schools insurance. Turns out they weren't covered. So they have to pay me themselves. Now almost a year later I got the money. And it's close to HALF of what I should have got. That's it. No more mister understanding nice-guy. They can buy their own damn guitars and equipment for me to use from now on. Not to mention pay the actual sum we agreed upon.

And I need to get up early tomorrow. I'll be working all day and then I have a dinner with medical scientist. I could feel a bit intimidated. But I'm awesome. And really, really, really, really, really tired. Zzzzzz.

Hard training.

Whut the heck. I keep booking myself on more and more gym times. Looks as if I'm going tuesday, wednesday and thursday. Then I'll be working as a sound technician on friday, end the day with on a medical research dinner. O.o

Also got invited by Alexs grandmother to a restaurant with the family. The Demi is charming is way everywhere.

Spinning me right round.

Lost about half a kilo (roughly one pound) during the last week. And I'm heading for the gym again tomorrow.

It's scary to say, but right now, just about everything seems to be going well and everything is cool. It's all about beating down the generalised angst.

Got woke up at 02:26 in the morning. Poor Alex had to stay at work until a little over two in the morning and had no way of figuring out what buses and such she could use to get home. And I though I had bad working hours.

Working hard on guitar studies. And trying to get some sort of semblence of a growl vocal course that I'm to teach during the fall. Need to get my shit toghether. Oh and whilst typing, I just realised that I've promised to do a couple of my songs at work. Darn. Need to notate them aswell. Or, well, clean up the old notations.

A couple of days in the life of...

The days sneak away from you if you're not careful. That is especially true when blogging.

I found out I have a couple extra weeks before work starts. I'm trying to fill it with guitar, training, studying and company as best as I can. Not to mention I have some extra time prepping for work. I've got around ten notation jobs done now. It's probably already more then I need.

Last weekend was a massive icecream party at Alexs. The earlier mentioned icecream machine had to be supplemented by one borrowed from Ewa. Otherwise all the icecream ideas would just have run off and been forgotten. Polkadot, Elderberry, Coconut-banana, Figs-in-brandy, Licorice, etc. I wonder where all the normal icecreams went... like... chocolate or vanilla?

Even though I've been off to a good start I keep dragging my feet about actually getting my two essays off the ground. I need to send to important emails so that I can actually start reading and writing. But it's so easy to put off. Which makes me angry with myself.

Worked out two days in a row. Aerobics yesterday (which was crap in a knapsack) and Spinning today (can we just call it an exercise-bike? Seriously? It's what it is!). Both were plagued by the really bad instructors. (I have a very low threshold with this since I'm a teacher myself) But I could actually get something out of the spinning. Might have overdone it slightly though as my legs are just... so much jelly.

I've been really itching to record. But the emotion feels wasted. My gear is packed up. I don't have what I need to get this computer recording ready until I've moved to the new appartment (Come on other people in the que, can't you all just fuck off for a few weeks?) Or... can I?

Hmm.

Vindaloo.

Just finished making a vegitarian Vindaloo. Awesome stuff. Spicy with just the right hotness, got some beans and colliflour in there for some protein and stuff to chew on.

Been working on notation so I have stuff ready for when my work starts. The amount of guitar notation I go through really adds up. I've got over two filled folders with some 300+ songs now. And still I need to add more to stay fresh.

Almost gotten rid of the cough. Managed to go and train yesterday and it went well. Sadly the instructor wasn't quite up to par. Choosing overly complex moves that people could barely follow and then having a demeaning attitude as if everyone in the room were three years old.

But I have to say. Guys, if you are lonely and looking for a place to meet women, go to FoS. 5 Men. 70 Women. And that is a persistant quota, except in the gym section where it's closer to 50/50%.

Also practicing on how to play some songs. I'm happy that I've been able to practice a bit every day, it's so easy to just not do it.

Tomorrow I have a studyplan meeting. Need to get up early to be prepared. It's mainly a formality and I need help contacting a few teachers but I can't help feeling nervous. It's going back to KTH and I feel my body just not liking me going there. I'm trying to replace all the angsty imagery with positive but it's not all that easy. But I shall persist.

Fler ismaskiner and the punishing rain.

I'll be keeping it short, since I'm really manky from yesterday and have places to go.

On friday we had a much delayed birthday celebration for Alex. Barbeque spits, blueberry juice and the gift of a icecream machine. Rounded of with trying to conquer the world in Civ4.

Yesterday was Sonisphere 2010. And OMG WTFBBQ!!! The rain. The Rain. THE RAIN! I have never been so wet in my life.

I managed to see Anthrax. Who were really boring on stage. I only got to hear Hammerfall, which caused alot of giggling, especially from my dear mother who was with me. They are cute, they are fun, but they're not metal. Then we actually got good spots for Slayer, whilst waiting for the others to show up. Slayer were even more boring on stage. Holy crap that was uninspirerd. And the old saying is true. "You like Slayer riffs. You do not like Slayer." And I can't belive that after 30 years in the bizz they still havn't learned to play their instruments. That's just... sad.

Finally we met up with Alex and her sister, got some food and spots for Alice Cooper near the front. Alice was fun, made an effort and could still pull it all off. Sure it's over the top theatricals, but it's awesome and silly, but we got to dance, despite the rain. There was no chance in trying to get to Motley Crue, so we stayed put. Then the rain actually stopped for a bit. Iron Maiden went on. It was great. 55000 people were there. Awesomeness happened. Then it ended, everyone started going home. Then the muterfakkingrainstormfromhellwithlightingandshitontop happened. Holy crap! The whole grassfield had been turned to shit-slurry. And then the heavens opened up on everyone. People tore down picket fences to get out of there. We rode the wave and made it to Alex's appartment which is only 15 minutes (in good weather mind you) away from the festival area.

Lobsang tea was had. Clothing was emptied of water (I can't say dried) as best as possible before we all went on, trying to get home. We took a detour around town to get away from the crowd and made good time. Then everyone fell over.

Back.

More in a metaphorical sense.

I am back in Stockholm. Beating down the last of the disease I contracted at Freak Guitar Camp. I'm still not well but as close to as I'm going to get for a while.

I feel a bit more decided, about, things and life in general.