"Unexpected events are likely to enter the scene" said once a sugar kid...
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
No beer tonite, they suck
System analysis is almost over. Four days to go: one presentation, one exam, and that's it. We made it, yeah we made it.
I can officially declare it: Laurianne is a Sugar Kid. I wish you all the best possible, I know you diserve eveything that is beautiful out there. Close your eyes, smile on the way, enjoy every people you'll meet, and think of us sometimes...
For the first time in two years and a half, I feel like going home to France. This is a weird sensation, because it comes in a time of my life where I feel confident with everything. Maybe it is the sign that finally, home will be home. So, I'm going the 1st of April!
I take a break. It's cleaning time here at home. And the mess was huge.
Yesterday night, Jen and I decided to organize a party at my place for our birthday. The LUMESians came around 10.30, with beers, friends and good mood. So many things happened, one more time. Talks, wines, everyone naked in the snow, reggae dance and Beastie Boys, Camille throwing out everything bad inside her (and naked in my bathroom), Jen dancing like a robot, Lotta (it's her name, BTW) who also joined the party, my roomates who offered me a pocket flask (you know, to bring my rhum everywhere!), "Take me out" and Franz, cigarettes break to remake the world, the italiano trying to remember what happened to him the previous night (he woke up with his pants on his knees and 20 kronors in his hands, with a text from someone he did not remember...cool), and me, feeling sooooooooooooooo good! So thank you everyone for coming, we had so much fun, one more time. You're my family, my friends, my everything, you're simply great.
This morning, parents called, and I could maybe spend few days at home in Vichy in April. Willing to do so. Otherwise, still waiting your call Fred.
Okay, gotta be back to my cleaning: bathroom left... usch!
My best friend forgot about my birthday, one more time. I'm not mad though, he's my best friend.
Yesterday nite, Nacho, Eduardo, Torsten and Andrea organized a surprise birthday party for Jen and I. In 23 years, it's the first surprise party ever organized for me. I felt kind of special, and I felt good.
My mood is just so great right now. We had a blizzard those two last days, and there is snow everywhere. Althought I don't like snow that much, I have to admit it's just beautiful out there.
I haven't came back home since two days now and I have been wearing the same underpants and the same socks, things I never usually do. But it's worth it. I wake up every morning in a good mood. The tune of the alarm clock totally sucks though. But I just have to turn away and open my eyes, and I feel... just good, just good. So, I don't have time anymore to write here as often as before and I'm so sorry for my readers (you're not that many, but still, I know you're here), and I have to say it's harder to write when I feel good, you know, this stupid "sad and melancholic" inspiration. I'll try to come sometimes anyway, just to share a bit of "hapiness" with you guys, it will change from the fall months and my stupid way to love being depressed.
I'm off now. Snow fight downstairs. Like kids. So cool.
One more time, I was going in the wrong direction. Why? Because I was expecting something.
"Unexpected events are likely to enter the scene"
I know it, don't expect things to happen. And saturday night, I was not expecting this. It feels good. And she really sucks, so do I. We'll see how it's going on.
The person to whom this video is dedicated will recognize him/herself. My dear friend, it is up to you, and only you. Don't hesitate a second, don't look back, never. "Hate the past, regret the future" they said... Go on, move on, faster, coz' the world is not gonna wait for you. You know where you are today, but you don't know what can happen tomorrow. So do it now, you still have the time, but who knows if tomorrow you will. I'm waiting for you here, quietly. In my beautiful mess.
I didn't know I was able to challenge myself so much. But I can. It has a price, psychological and physical. But it's worth it. Right now, I feel empty, washed out, feelingless, euphoric, needless, happy, more mature.
I should know something. The beautiful ladies never walk alone (unless they are smart). Princesses does not walk alone either. But sometimes, they like to take a walk in the park with another one, just to talk. And now what am I suppose to do? Any suggestions, cause I don't know what is it about?
Okay, let's say that she doesn't like Something Corporate. Or maybe she wants more. Maybe she doesn't believe in princess and charming prince anymore. Maybe she wants to be a queen, a 'Rock'n'roll queen'. Will I be able?
Anyway, me too, I prefer The Subways.
I read on Marie-Hélène's blog she wants everyone to get naked to make a video. Discusting. But I'm in Marie! Who else? Beurk
Right on my wall, there is this picture of a sunrise, taken yars ago, when I was in Egypt. We were on a boat, and we got up early to start a visit before it got too hot. And while having breakfast, a red circle appeared above the Nile. This picture follows me everywhere I go. It is like I need to see it every morning when I get up, to remind me that this world has its beauties. I also have a picture of my goddaughter, one of my parents, one of my sister, some with friends. I love my pictures. I got two in my wallet as well, when I was a kid, one with my Mum, one with my Dad. Today, someone asked me if I was not afraid about losing my wallet and then my pictures. What is best? What to do? In one sense she is right. I can lose forever those memories. But on the other hand, what if I'm lost in the middle of nowhere, in a jungle for example, I know that I am going to pass away soon, and I want to have a last look on my pictures. Tough decision. And what are the chances for me to be lost in a jungle and get killed?
I can't wait anymore to see them. I'll be in Vega, Copenhagen the 30th of April, maybe in Bourges the 24th of April also, but it seems like I have to wait a millenium. Anyway, to wait, I've found this awesome video of Bloc Party playing in Astoria, London. The song is their first hit "Little thoughts" and they go totally crazy, especially Kele. Please, enjoy!
I've been here since 9.30 this morning, in front of this damn computer. My laptop is out for now, so I have to come here at the univ. The deadline is in few hours, but I am finally done with Mark and Ellen and their stupid fights. Zeynep is next to me, Reshmi is in another room, struggling with her model, Aaron left few hours ago. We've got the radio playing some good indie rock. We ate chocolates and drunk too much coffee. My eyes are very red, and if my roomies call me now to tell me the house is on fire, I'd laught about it. I'm fucked up. But strangely, I really enjoyed making this project. The good news is: that was the first and the simplest one of a total of three.
I don't wanna go home. Because tonite, I have those lyrics stuck in my head.
"If you could be my punkrock princess
I would be your garage band king." (Something Corporate)
Yeah, that's what I should ask her.
It's still snowing.
Tomorrow, Mélanie is visiting me, just for one night. Cool.
Some pics of what I've done those four last days, til 1.30 in the night. Pretty awesome, he?
I've been thinking of giving up this blog recently. Coz' I feel good. And when I feel good, I have no damn inspiration! No, it's been 30 minutes I'm typing sentences, delete it, write again, delete and so on. So I conclude I have nothing to say? No. So I conclude to be able to write I need to be down? Hum... Maybe it's better that way.
Maybe it's my time to help again.
I do. I hope I do. Do I?
So I conclude that when you have nothing to say, for any reasons, you'd better shut up. Unless you're asked to say something. I shut up. Just for a while. See you soon.
Today, I played a soccer game. And the referee has been one the worst ever seen in years. Well, I suppose I was also too pissed off to be very objective about it, but anyway, when at 2 minutes of the end of the game, I decided to get out in order to not go too far with my words, a song came on my mind. Strangely, there are two versions of this song, one hard rock and one acoustic. But this is the acoustic version which came on my mind, as peaceful as was my day before this football game. The song is from the french band Dionysos and is called Mc Enroe's poetry, in refrence to the tennis player John Mc Enroe who was famous for his talent as well as his expulsions for insulting referees. It goes like this:
I feel like John Mc Enroe When he puts the strings in glow John Mc Enroe !
My name is John Mc Enroe Do you know my poetry ? It will be written with blood With the blood of the bad referies
My tennis bag smells like gun smoke And there's no tennis stuff anymore There's only strange books big maps And a picture of a girl with a strawberry face John Mc Enroe
My name is John Mc Enroe Do you know my poetry?
The rest of the week end was perfect. And I like Seattle's people, they rock!
Life likes to play us tricks, doesn't it? The more I grow up and the more they seem predictible to me, and the better I can deal with them. If you are able to see them not as serious as they are, it's even easier.
Today was a nice day. Almsot spring, sunshine, almsot warm. Because I had no class, I decided to start with a sleeping morning til 11.30. Then, I went and met Yo who needed the help of my car. After that, I went down town. I hang around in the streets, went to the city library to read some newspapers (and I was amazed to see the face of Segolene Royal on different foreigner papers), then bought some running shoes, and finally sat down in a café to enjoy a cup of tea and a sandwich, reading my book. I've recently started 'The Earthsea Quartet'. Hard to start, but once you're in, you cannot get out of the journey. Then, I came back home, chatting and checking Marie-Hélène's blog and her wonders about why french words related to food can't be translated into english sometimes. Thanx to Lauriane for her support and her smile. And that's all that have to be notified for today.
I'm 24. I live in Sweden (though I'm french). I like to drink Coke, smoke a cigarette, indie pop-rock, spring, play bass guitar, my Converses...
But mainly, I'm a sugar kid.
