roadtrippin' ||

vi lever och vet vart vi är. (tror vi. pennsylvania?) har kört umeå - stockholm fyra gånger och är fett slitna. men glada och den dåliga humorn och förolämpningarna haglar. men det är kärlek ändå.

roadtrippin'

nu har vi tagit in på ett motel in the middle of nowhere, virginia, i äkta crossroads-stil (killarna vägrar vidkännas det). vi har hunnit uppleva sjukt mycket på bara två dagar och det är slitet och underbart och precis som det ska. vi äter när vi är hungriga, humorn är låg, vi försöker hitta rätt exits och highways, vi agerar kartläsare och dj i våran bil som vi döpt till bimbim och det är moviemoments mest hela tiden.

utförligare info kommer senare, nu ska jag duscha och sova i en riktig säng (att kunna sträcka ut sig är underskattat!)

six flags och slutet

från och med nu blir det svengelska.


jag har precis kommit tillbaka efter en heldag, och klockan är halv två. det är min sista natt på EF och jag har sjukligt mycket att göra. vi har kirrat bil och imorrn drar vi till washington. satans pepp! och vi pratade om att återförenas när vi är 80, då kommer vi vara ett äkta badmotherfucker-crew. jag med alzhimers, leffe med parkinson och anton med tics. oslagbart! :)

gårdagen bestod av att åka buss, smsa och tvätta. på kvällen drog jag med mina män till cheesecake factory och vi åt orgasmiskt god mat. efter det mötte vi upp anna på stephanie's för en drink och pratade om väsentligheter och oväsentligheter. vi tänkte gå ut, men köerna var långa, så vi satt i parken istället, innan vi tog en taxi hem och åt upp resterna av våra cheesecakes. idag gick vi upp tidigt för att möta upp anna igen, hyra bil och ta oss till springfield, där six flags ligger. vi har levt på adrenalinkickar hela dagen och det var fett fett fett! vi har åkt säkert sex olika bergochdalbanor, stått i kö, fått ont i fötterna och ätit junkfood. sen roadtrippade vi hem, dansade lite i bilen, åt hamburgare, förlängde kontraktet på våran bil, körde vilse och tog oss sen äntligen hem.

det är så mycket jag tänkte att jag skulle göra, tänka och känna, såhär min sista dag och kväll. inget blev så, och jag vet inte ens om jag orkar med och vill ha sentimentala hejdån. jag gjorde mina i april, och jag är tillbaka om två månader. men det är the end of an era, larissa är inte här längre och jag fattar det nog inte. vet inte ens om jag vill det.

metro station - shake it

graduation

yesterday we gradutated. sat in lecture hall and the atmosphere was solemn. I mostly sat there wishing I would have graduated with my old classmates, where I belonged. but I got my certificate anyway and a student held the best speech ever. she said "EF boston is our secret. cause no matter how much we try to explain it, no one who hasn't been here will ever understand it." and it's just so true. that night me and merel went against all rules and took our crappy moods to the movies. with a cab downtown and slightly overdressed, with tons of junkfood we watched the sisterhood of the travelling pants 2. how fab! after that, I danced at my very last EF party.

today I went swimming with astrid and her parents for the last time. games in the swimming pool and the icecream at j.p. licks. met up with my boys that are here now, oh happy happy! we went bowling in jamaica plain. some weird version called candlesticks. we developed a push the button-look and had a shitload of fun. then we took the T to teriyaki house, I was so hungry I afterwards laid outside with cramps while leffe made us all laugh like crazy.

ah, it's a good life after all.

'scuse me while I kiss the sky

last night was the last night at porter bellys. and even if we all know we're coming back and already are making plans for it, it's something special about it. it's the end of an era and today's graduation. jessica had made a cake, a whole bunch of people from EF was there and I tried to sing purple haze. it was hugs, pictures and redheaded sluts all night long. and then we walked home, followed G's ketchup line and had afterparty in peter's room. reminiscing about EF, gossip and food from student kitchen. it doesn't get much better than that.

today is the day after, and lovely as always. lunch and gossip with merel and larissa and I love this.

monday and tuesday were slow days. I was sick and laid mostly in bed, watched movies, dragged my ass to class or laughed in the streets with Liz and merel. wednesday I spend three hours at the ER, playing tetris with merel and waiting for my antibiotika for my infection. I'm done with my classes, and yesterday kyle gave me back my essay on bob dylan/ryan adams with the grade A++. oh happy day!

new york, baby

ah, mah boyz are in the country, and I went to NYC to meet up with them. after I met anton at bow bridge (after cursing new yorkers for walking so slow and have no navigation skills) it's been the most amazing weekend. it has contained; yellow cab rides, times square, chillin' and picnic in central park, planet hollywood, laughter and weird conversation topics, shopping at manhattan mall, subway rides and fifth avenue, a private guided tour in new jersey and at columbia university, ice cream and food, a night at the 52ond floor at millenium hilton hotel and a desert buffé at marriott marquis hotel. the view lounge, as it's called, is 48 stores up, the resturant is rotating around and the elevator rides (we kind of got lost) is comparable with rollercoasters. plus tons of moment you only can describe with one sentence; it's a good life! (cause it is and I don't really know where to put all this happiness)

on saturday I managed to take the subway over to brooklyn and meet up with jason, tika and melissa for tika's birthday party. djungle speed, food, karaoke and lovely conversations. I meet so many fantastic, amazing people here, and even if it's just for an hour, everything and everyone teaches you something. and I love it.

now I'm back home, after a crazy ass in the middle of the night-journey back home, and I'm sick. Liz is todays angel and bought stuff to me from CVS and we sat in her room while she was packing. this is my last week. (there is more in that sentence than you know)

kate nash - mouthwash

the roadtrippin, bad mother fucker-crew at greeley square

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awesomenessilicious!

there is no way I can explain this. my love for this place is pumpin', pumpin', pumpin' in my veins. yesterday was freakin' fantastic. U2 analyzation in class, icecream and girltalk in the park, chill on the front lawn and then dinner at devlin's. the food was good and peter was silly and hilarious as always. after that we moved on to porter's and what looked like a plain night tunred out to be one of the best ones ever. that kind of night you only can have at porters. me and Liz met weird people, ("I'm sorry, I'm an idiot!" "GIVE US A DOLLAR!!") I pulled the "I got attacked by squirrells"-line, we took pictures on ginos harley, I almost fell of the chair cause I laughed so bad and I got to sing! me and dave played goodbye richmond and undelivered message. when I sing I don't need antyhing else. our way home was the most fun. Liz was ridiciously drunk, she fell into the bushes and a trash can and we found a cart which Liz pushed me in up the hill. it fell over and I fell out and I just laid on the ground, laughing. oh my, good times. and the best part is, I got pictures!

today's been buuuusy. class, more sleep, lunch and the library, swimmin with my adorable astrid, window shopping with merel and now I have to finish the essay our scizho teacher gave us today, due tomorrow!

train - hopeless
(20 hours to go)