Are u high??

Well despite my previous post I was on drugs today. Legitimate drugs that is, as in painkillers. I am like I've stated before the clumsiest person ever. This post should prove that statement.

The painkillers is for the pain of the (2nd degree?) burns I managed to get on my left hand and part of my right arm after somehow knocking over boiling water all over me last night while making pasta. Luckily I was wearing a thick cardigan on top which saved most of me from the water. At first the pain wasn't too bad. I rinsed the burns under cold water and then went to bed with cold wet socks wrapped around them. The worst pain came during the night. Despite the drenched cold socks it felt like my hand was on fire and I couldn't put it out. I have a high tolerance for pain but this hurt.

So this morning since it still hurt I popped one of my painkillers saved from the last time I was clumsy. That time I was up on a table adjusting a curtain at work, jumped down from said table and managed to somehow land weirdly rupturing a muscle in my thigh causing it to bleed from the inside. Now that was pain like you wouldn't believe. I was on the couch of my job crying in agony before one of my colleagues drove me to the hospital. That time I took two pills at once and was high higher highest the entire time. Those pills were my best friend at the time cause seriously, PAIN.

Today I settled for one which only takes the pain away while keeps me sane enough to keep working. Just makes me a bit slow in the head. After work I actually walked up to the wrong house on the way home. I did realise my mistake before I tried my key in the wrong door though. That would have been a teeny tiny bit awkward...

Changing the subject. A is away for the week. Snowboarding in Austria with his friends and while that sounds like fun I'm actually glad I'm not with him. I need some time to breathe and sort out what I'm doing. Why is it that whenever I'm with him things feel good and the last few days I've found myself thinking maybe I wouldn't mind beeing his "official" girlfriend?? But then when I'm by myself the panic starts and I just think that it's too soon and I kinda freak out. Do I or don't I? I'm so fucked up when it comes to boys. I do know that I like him. A lot actually. But then at the back of my mind I have that little voice telling me not to like him too much cause then there's a chance of getting hurt...

Is there a pill to take that sorts out fucked up minds like mine?

Party central

Sat again and time for yet another night of partying in the wonderful city of Ldn!

Just gotten ready and now I'm sitting here in my pretty choice of dress for the evening passing the time before heading over to A's place. It's still a bit early to go out but we're planning on watching the latest episode of Lost first. (watching Lost on his big flatscreen is way better then watching in on my computer) I'm bringing some Corona and lime to make it more party. Tonight I think the plan is meeting up with A's friends at some pub first and then probably a late afterparty at someones house.

Housepartys are somewhat different from those in Sweden for one particular reason. At the partys here it's more usual than unusual that the place is full of all sorts of drugs. Someone whipping out some coke and doing a few lines isn't frowned upon like it would be in Sweden. Same thing about the weed. People smoke it like normal cigarettes here during weeks, weekends or whenever really. I'd heard about this before but you won't believe it til u see it. Anyway, doesn't bother me. Just cause everyone else is doing it doesn't mean I have to. I'm sticking to alcohol. Well well, I'm planning on having a good time anyway! Have a great sat!

Take a hint?

I live in one of the dodgier places of London. To me it's fine but some people won't even set foot here. Sure there are the occasional nutters walking around but even the poshest areas have those. Anyway, I don't feel unsafe here and so far nothing has happened to me. I did however get stalked walking in one of the "nicer" areas of London the other day.

I was walking from the bank to the tube station when I saw this guy walking towards me and who kept staring at me really intensely even as we walked passed each other. He must have turned around again cause after a few minutes he comes up from behind me and starts walking right next to me. He was so close we could have been mistaken for siamese twins, that's how bad it was.

At first I tried the friendly approach and just said politely;
- Can I help you?
stalker - Hi, what's your name?
me - Excuse me?
stalker - I want to get to know you. What's your name?
me - I'm sorry but I am really not interested and I don't have time for this.
stalker - Where are you going? I can walk with you and you can tell me everything about yourself.
(By this time I start getting really annoyed and realise the polite approach isn't gonna work. )
me - Can you please go away now? I just told you I am not interested.
stalker - But I really want to get to know you. Why won't you talk to me? I am a nice person, so where are you from?
me - Stop talking to me. Go away. I am NOT interested!! I am not gonna tell you again. Leave me alone!

I then quickly cut across the street just as the cars got the green light to go and before the guy had a chance to realise he got stuck on the other side. I then slipped into the station, got on the tube and kept looking over my shoulder the entire ride home to see if I was being stalked.

So to get to the point of this nonsense posting, it doesn't matter if you live in the posh area or the dodgy one. The nutters, weirdos and crazies are everywhere and they will find you even if you move.

This guy was actually really good looking but since I am already seeing the hottest guy in Ldn and since stalkers don't really do it for me he struck out! Since A doesn't know about the blog I can share with you that I am without a doubt falling and falling hard which scares the hell out of me. Hopefully I can manage to keep my fears in check and don't fuck this one up. Fingers crossed. Have a good sat!

Say again??

There's something seriously wrong with my hearing sometimes. Today when buying yet another starbucks latte (I'm sure I'll kick this nasty expensive habit soon..hopefully...) this is what the girl taking my order said to me when I made my order.
(My question; Can I have a Vanilla latte to go please? )

- Have here or take away?

Sounds like your typical response to a coffe order, right? This is for real what I heard.

- You're bloody right u can!

I know, it's not even close to sounding similar but with the very thick accent that this girl had I am telling you that is what I heard. It's like the classic Ally Macbeal moment when they hear something completely different to what is actually being said. Pretty soon I'll start seeing weird dancing babies and that is when this blog goes silent cause I'll be in the loony bin with the rest of the crazies.

Let's hope it doesn't happen too soon though, I want to experience summer in London first. Looking forward to the festivals and making out in the park while the sun shines on me. Rain in London u say? No no, that's a myth. In my London fantasy it never rains and the starbucks are as free as a bird or someone doing a skydive. End of story.

Oh yeah, first day of work went along smoothly. That is cause I didn't really do much. I was supposed to learn from the people who just started like two weeks ago but they all went our for lunch together on fri and all managed to get food poisoning. Hopefully tomorrow will be more productive. I want to learn! I want to suck up the information like a sponge and become brilliant yet again at my job. Keep u updated of course.