I had a bit of a disagreement with a close friend of mine for the last week or so and last night/this morning we finally got it all sorted out. Which is a huge relief! I really missed the time we spent together and am starting to get worried about how its going to be when I'll be moving. Which leads me to my next enormous problem, as always: Money. I hate it! Why can't there ever be enough for at least a decent week with food and so on. I have pot aside money from last years summers vacation job as a truck driver. And I'm still depending on it. The student loans aren't the best and it almost killed me having to pay for two apartments at once, with the moving and all.
But it still isn't enough. The budget cries out for attention and food. And frankly I really don't know what to do. There is also the problem of time, it looks like I'm not gonna be working this summer. In theory I have three weeks, where I have to move everything out, round up all the project, find time to say good bye to friends, do the last planing, all the paperwork and lots more. That will lead to about 3-4 days a week where I have the physical time to go to work, and guess what? The vacation for most people haven't started when I need to find work. But the money I would be earning this summer is gonna be delayed for one or two months any way. Sigh.
Sweden has a great social security system, really. It just doesn't apply to students, people who have work but not the money jet, because of the delayed salaries and do not try to get the money from the government or somewhere else if you aren't able to pot up a fight for it.
Well, I will manage somehow. I always do, just needed to whine a little.
So when people ask you how you are doing, the official answer is "I'm just fine, thank you". Course thats what everyone wants to hear. But as we all know thats not always the case, being all fine and dandy. So what should you say instead? Without making everybody feel real uncomfortable? White little lies save our friendships and the nice afternoon we got planed. And of course sometimes it is really just "fine". I have a (bad) habit of always asking twice, how they really are doing. But there is a social risk in this - going both ways. For example, if they get to personal. This depends on the situation. And it is a real social risk just writing this, letting everyone be unsure about what I mean when I say "how are you?".
I realized that for me its always "Oh, I'm just fine thank you. Just a lot to do right now, a bit stressed you could say." And that is true. Overall I am really fine these days, nothing major to complain about. And there is always a LOT TO DO. My list keeps getting longer, it seems to get worse by the minute. I thought about it the other day and then it hit me, its never been quiet. I always have a lot on my mind, the only difference is how I deal with it. I wish I could say that I am immune to stress but I'm not, not anymore. The way it crawls under your skin and lets you belive that you are never taking a night off. And then of course you start to run. Hide under the covers, thats when it gets really bad.
For me it's when my back starts to hurt at a specific spot, my thought go all over the place and I'm never really satisfied. Thats when there is a lot more for me to do that I can handle, or in a different tone, thats when I am not handling my "to do list" in the way I have struggled so long to learn. And as you might understand, my back hurts and I am scared. Don't want to go there again.
The way to handle this is to take a deep breath, focus and write everything down. Including time where nothing is going on and making time for your friends. And that is where the next problem comes along, not everyone wants to plan things. And my life is not as spontaneous as you might think, or well to be exact, I've got time in my calendar where I can. And prioritizing the right things is getting harder. But I wont give up, that is the true beauty of being to stubborn for my own good.
For no particular reason I remembered my favorite childhood cartoon the other day. Here are 7 important steps that need to be considered before watching it (Mandatory!):
Be way to close to the television set (I don't have one anymore and am looking at in on my PC)
Your grandfather in the background, he will share more war stories with you after the show (RIP)
You must sit on the floor, it's made out of wooden shiny panels, great for sliding and playing with a little toy dog named Bello. He can bark and walk on his own! (The house is sold)
The sun must be shining and you ought to be wet and exhausted from having another go in the swimming pool
The house your sitting in is covered in memorabilia from southern Germany, Bayern. With leather trousers and the rest of the national costumes within reach.
You are in Hanover, northern Germany (I'm in the wrong location, Stockholm)
And finally but maybe the most impotent one, be about 5 years old. (I'm 25 and still loving it)
Best News of the day: JIPPI! The papers are here, New Zealand here I come! Now I just have to do all the official work, applying for money and hoping to find out as soon as I can when I'll be moving. Wish me luck!
And I'm off again! This time I'm a Russian officer (in Denmark) fighting for The Motherland! (A larp).
But I will leave you with lots of you tubes, have fun and I'll be back!
Follow the instructions!!
Song of the Day: Nine Inch Nails - Me, I'm not Note to self: Never ever use a "wight" cloth in the background to still life painting. Trying to find the dark/light and warm/cold colors in "wight - cream" is absolutely horrifying!
So I must confess, I'm totally and utterly in love. And that might be a reason why I haven't had the time to blog. And that everything is kinda hectic, but in a good way, right now. Which is kinda inconvenient in time consuming way and of course that I'm leaving in a couple of months. But the relationship anarchy theory is working a lot better than I hopped.
So Solmukohta was absolutely fantastic! The best thing about it was my total sense of freedom. I could do what I wanted, didn't have to wait for anyone, try to explain why I wanted to go to this or that seminar or stay up way to late. It was just me and of course lots of beautiful, funny, lovely friends. Having the time of my life!
Saturday was my favorite. It started off with "Listening dramatics", a seminar/workshop on how to listen and work together at larps to create contacts between characters that otherwise would have been missed. It ended with a great exorcise and lots of inner thoughts about why I love to Larp.
Next up was a mini Larp called "Tango for two". We worked in pairs and played for a couple of hours, where one of us was the conscience and the other one was the present real character. Like a director and the actor but in a different setting. New technics on how to push each other in different directions and keep going when it gets hard.
Contact improvisation was a magical moment The hole day was about interactive and improvising with play, exorcises and theatre. Moving, playing and expressing emotions while dancing is one of my favorite seminaries. I absolutely love it and have started to actually crave dancing. Can't sit still, need to move, feel and live. I need more!
We went by boat to Finland on Thursday and been partying every night until Monday morning when we finally got home. The traditional gala dinner was in a sci-fi theme this year, with costumes and all of course. So I borrowed Cats cyborg eye. Couldn't see anything on one side but it looked great! Thanks Cat!
Last weekend we played "Sartre", a larp with the gang from "a nice evening with the family" larp last summer. A strange and lovely larp were we kept on pushing the directors and characters in different situations. This gives the game a totally new experience and adds on so many levels but is really hard to explain.
I have meet a some artist over the last days and I'm so inspired that I don't really know where to start and when to stop. My kitchen is now a working space, as the rest of my shoe box apartment and a huge wire art piece is hanging from the ceiling. The problem isn't that I can hardly get around it or that it makes me lose contact with time while working on it, it's that the space is to small. The ceiling is not high enough and I really don't know how to solve that one, or where I shall store it?! Well, I have to get it done first.
Just came back from my first Inlines tour of the year, it felt like I never stopped and feeling the wind in my face while speeding on made me feel alive. Today was a good one. Thanks to the good looking company as well.
Artist of the day: Florentijn Hofman When I grow old I wanna be a great artist just like him, or thats at least the "WOW!!" kinda thoughts that pass through my head while looking at his art.
Song of the day: Nine Inch Nails - The great Destroyer
My dear beloved pet rat passed away last Wednesday the 9 th of April. I miss him drearily, Kaminari is all alone now. And I'm once again reminded of Keneda, my first rat. After he died I got my second tattoo, he sleeps on my lower back and will always be apart of my life. All the other pets that have gone to sleep scene then have mutated in and become a part of that tattoo. Like Draco from Dragon heart, cheesy but easier for me to handle. Rest in peace my dear little friend.
My Firefox has just crashed once again cause of all the tabs I'm running at the same time. They're all things I want to blog about, things I want to read more, sign or mail related stuff. So before I begin my report on Solmukohta I will briefly get this out of the way. (Not related to anything or in any particular order.)
I haven't watched them all, in fact just the one "how to kill a cow" but these art films are just to strange and good to be true. I can recommend checking them out. And I will leave the tab until I have successfully watched them all. =)
Bländverk is a friends new blog, filled with lots of strange, fun, scary and political stuff. Personally I like the art stuff but I can still recommend checking it out.
"The Motherland" is a larp in Denmark which still has a few openings, if your free and want an experience out of the ordinary or just want to play with me, then come along. And no C, I am not doing this for you! ;p
Found a new thing which makes my life a lot easier, no not really actually, just gets me more up to date and has me sitting in front of the computer even more but still check out igoogle, get your gmail, blog feeds and news all at once. Ha, as I said. My daily mail ritual which usually takes me 1½ hours just expanded. My favorite feature, besides the German news feed, is the "How to of the day". Haha is all I can say. Today I can learn everything about How to Identify Dangerous Marine Animals in Australian Waters and How to Make an Anatomically Correct Brain Cake.
Another strange artblog : darkroastedblend I mean, check this out. If you have more of those, please tell me. But I am more of a sculpture, preference and movement in the pictures girl myself.
I think I got a really bad hit to the head yesterday, look at me rambling on and on in the previous post. And it did have a lot worse consequences then I thought. In drawing class today I finally made progress, thanks to this really great teacher. The sun has been out all day and that always makes me feel better inside. And I've been making dinner for someone special. That's really something! I usually hate cooking but for some strange reason, I blame the spring, I felt like baking bread today. And thats what I have been doing all night. The hole tiny apartment smells like freshly baked bread and I feel like a total housewife. But without the desperate, the wife, the house, the being in a gender role parts.
And I might finally admit, I have lost the war. The bubbles have won. I'm lost. Maybe thats the problem.
Last night Spring finally came to our little town of Stockholm and into my life. And before I knew it she held my hand and swept me away with her scent, her eyes filled of tiny little sparks and her infectious laughter. Giving courage to the first little flowers. Blowing new bubbles. And when morning came, she had imprisoned us in her warm cocoon of hope.
This is every bit as corny as I'm feeling right now. The spring lady has arrived. I don't know how but she made me listen. Trying to make me understand that it's ok to be afraid. That it wouldn't be so scary if it didn't mean anything. So closed my eyes and held his hand.
As I was out tonight with this really cute girl, (I asked her if she wanted to go to the movies with me, it was free and I was buying), she said to me that I should just call them. Yeah, I have heard that advice a lot lately. Call Kilroy. But what can they do? Just mail NMIT, (Nelson Marlborough University of Technology, New Zealand). And the same as me, wait. And then it hit me. They can't call them because of the 12 hours time difference but I can! So I went home, nervous. Not knowing really what to do and realizing that I wasn't only gonna call tomorrow, 12 hours ahead. I was also gonna call my possible future life. This was huge!
What was I suppose to say? Did they even know who I was and have my application? Was it important enough to look up for me? And how the hell should I get in contact with the right department? Are they on ester holidays as everyone else. (Idiot in a book 2000 years ago makes my life miserable, sorry if I offended you).
So I sat down at the computer. Filling skype with creds. Finding the right number on their very helpful web site. Making a list of what to ask, what to say and how to act. And then as I always do, just pushed the button without realizing that I jumped. And by the time I got the right connection I slipped into character, well almost. I was an international student applying to their visual arts and design diploma program. With a somewhat shaky voice hopefully disguised by the somewhat shaky skype connection. The first time I called they didn't answer. The second time, they didn't have the right information but I could call them again in an hour...
And time would never pass so slowly as when you wait for something really great or just the end of your bright plans for the future. But Cat was so sweet to distract me with heavy philosophical discussion that I didn't notice that it was half an hour later then I planned to call them again.
The hour of truth was here. Or was it? Did they have the right information this time? But the receptionist even remembered me and forwarded to the right person. And the very helpfull "international support person" knew how I was as soon as I mentioned Sweden. And she had the news I wanted to hear so badly. She said that I was welcome to their semester start at July the fourteenth.
And now as I'm writing this I don't know what to say or to do. This is just absurd. I have dreamed of going back to New Zealand for 16 years. In my wildest fantasies I've been an international student. And in other once I have been an art student. Now these are combined and I just don't know how to react. I called, I got the answer I was hoping for and now I can hardly sit still. How I will be able to sleep after this is a pure miracle.
To top the evening of, the bubbles I have been going on an on about have been returned. And I sit here, speechless. This is just to much, this can't be happening to me. Or can it? Have I been a good girl on santas lap? (Even thought I don't like the hole Christmas thingy). Has the karma finally turned, (not knowing what I should have done to top it over or if there is karma at all). I might never find out. But a few months from now, I'll be 12 hours into the future.
A friend of mine just pointed out to me that it's not the (boy girl "normal") relationships that make me feel all trapped but it's me. I am the cowered. And yes of course, thats me. I knew that... didn't I? maybe it's just good to be reminded once in a while. And I'm the first to admit that I am coward. Always second guessing every step, but hey, thats me! Or no, thats how I don't want to be trapped in with. Let me out! Give me the courage to stand up for myself.
Oh, yeah. Thats right, I don't belive in god so I have no one to shout at. I'll just have to find the strength within I guess.
When you are as naive as I am there is bound to be some trouble just around the corner. And Of course there is always some really well hidden stuff. My Internet connection at home has been a bit slow lately making it hard for me to watch you tubes which is really bad. This didn't stop me from posting them, thinking they are all innocent and only music videos. But I realize that I'm a complete and utter fool. The Disturbed -Rise you tube in an earlier post was dedicated to the American soldiers and I didn't find that out until today. My sincerest apologies.
I do feel sorry for them, the US army. But not in the way the video is making it look like. They are abused by their government in a totally useless war. I wont get into all the details about how wrong this all is, I will only say: US, get the fuck out of Iraq!
And yes, I have changed the you tube and will now be more careful when I post them. But if you search for "Disturbed - Rise", you will find it.
Song of the day: Kent - Lsd, någon? or just the hole album "tillbaka till samtiden". Kent has been a permanent part of my life since I was about fourteen and of course a couple of bad records have been produced but the "new" one Kent is trying to get back to where they began but with a different sound. The lyrics are as always just absolutely pure and simple love. You can't quite understand what the band wants to say and thats the beauty of it. And sorry, they can't be translated. That was one of Kents mot embarrassing moments, please don't do it again.
But maybe it's not the right direction? Wasn't this what I wasn't suppose to do? Have I lost it all?
It all began as I was on my way home from my brothers house after the pillow fight day. We had a "play date" but I kept falling asleep and decided that my own bed would be the best place for me right now. And I felt really responsible as I remembered that I didn't have any food at home and actually took a D-tore to the grocery shop. This is when it all went horribly wrong. I had almost filled up on everything that I needed when I found my self in front of the tea shelf. I remembered the strange urge I had earlier that afternoon. My brother has several times tried to teach me the art of drinking tea. Which as so many other attempts had failed. But I asked if I could try it one more time. Suspiciously he put out the huge tea mugs. I had never asked for this before. Not the stuff he has, only my own "safe tea", rosehip.
I choose a flavour that couldn't bring myself to drink last time I tried. It reminded me of the one Cat had served me a couple of weeks earlier. And to my surprise I really liked it. So I sat there, falling asleep, with a huge cup of tea and started to warm up again.
This made a bigger impact on me then I ever could have imagined. I felt myself put back the rosehip and stared hard and long at the real deal stuff that doesn't come in a box. Sniffed a vanilla falovored one and took a big scoop. Maybe it was because of the freezing weather, the blows to the head earlier in the pillow fight or just that I was to tired to think about what I was doing but the tea ended up going home with me. And as I'm writing, there is a big cup of vanilla rooibos in front of me. And I will point out that I'm not growing up, this is not me getting in to better habits or something stupid like that. Like Peter Pan said, "I won't grow up!".
I think I might have taken one or two pretty bad hits to the head but otherwise the Pillow fight day in central Stockholm was a huge success. You can spot me to the right, really red hair and a blue coat. Pawha! (Click on the pic to have a better look).
Lately I have been hearing or well Cat has been saying that I might have a problem. That I'm addicted to "media". He noticed that I had about 15 tabs in firefox and about 4 different chat programs and at least 5 communities running at once. Well, I might have a problem. Or no, it's not a problem. Just entertainment. I want to be on top of stuff. And I don't even have the time to answer all mails or read the news! So no! The texting thingy is just course its fun, ok I do it a lot bust still. I can talk and text at the same time, and my hours on the phone are less now then before, I think... They have been replaced by skype! =)
But there are significant advantages to have lots of Internet contact. Without it I would have never even got to know Cat or the others. I wouldn't have gotten the mail of the day, Thank you my personal German hero K!
March has been a constant problem in my life. Not only has the winter returned, as it does every year. (And of course we think that it's going to be different but no. It's snowing like hell outside.) There is that thing, that happened way back and always comes back to haunt me this time of year. A friend, I wont say close, took his life. Don't want to get into the details but I really liked him and of course it hurt like hell. And no, I wont blame him, it's his decision even if I miss him and would do anything just to tell him how much I love him. So thats my springtime depression secret. There you go... Maybe theres more but thats enough for today.
I tried to do my homework a few minutes ago but broke down in tears. It was brilliant idea at the time but not so fun now, I thought that for my project this week I would make some steel wire wings and hang flesh under them. To reinforce that your dinner actually s lived. Although I'm not a religious person the symbolism in wings might work any ways. And yesterday I got the meat out of a dumpster. I'm suppose to find out how to hang it but I'll wait until tomorrow. Hopefully I will find someone to hold my hand while I, with gloves and clothes peg on my nose, handle the corpses.
I'd almost forgotten! While I was eating sushi yesterday with Kazai, I to my surprise ordered a cup of tea. (Read previous post.) And I sort of drank half, it was a challenge but still. I blame you Cat! Thanks a hole bunch for ruin my image as a "non-tea-coffee-drinker". But I will not, I say, will not get addicted!
Reading the morning paper is not a thing I do often. But today I stayed in bed and picked up my all fresh from the press number of Animal rights (Swedes Djurens Rätt). This always make me feel all bittersweet. Knowing that people don't care about whats essential to me at least and not knowing what the consequences are. I have talked before about the meat industrial and it's effect on the environment. And if your all for saving the world you should think about your meat habits. They will be the once that can save or kill our lives in the end.
This is a subject, thats almost always, is forgotten when talking about how to regulate the pollution. Transports, switching off your light bulb and other stuff like that makes people uncomfortable to think about. They actually have to change their habits and start to recycle but when it comes down to it, nobody really wants someone to interfere with their food. Sure, there are people that just don't care that the animal actually suffers a great deal, wether their brought up in an "ecological" environment or in one of the huge slaughter houses. But what I don't get is why these people insist on turning of there light bulb, going to climate demonstrations and so on. Yes, everything we do will in the end effect how future generations live on the planet and everything counts but if you chose to not include dead animals in your diet you will done a lot more for the climate then never even turning your light on at home.
Coming back to the newspaper, I mostly get tired of always feeling like I'm all alone having these opinions (of course I'm not a saint and I do lots of horrible stuff for the environment, don't get me wrong). And that the politicians don't know anything about the real world anymore but there is one that got my respect this morning. Young and upcoming, which is when they still have an opinion, but still. Thanks to Alexander Chamberland one of the former leaders for the green youth parties in Sweden. Hopefully there are more of you out there and that you get more influence on the "real" action at the top office.
Do I need to say again that 18% of the global warming problems comes from the meat industrial, thats actually more than the hole transport sector. And yes, you could say that you belive in the cycle of life but that is not a valid answer when we go in and play god, and obviously not stay in the cycle but belive ourselves to be above it.
As I waited for the train I noticed something on the other side of the fence, or rather stuck under it. At first I thought it was a piece of cloth and got on the train but couldn't stop thinking about it so I went back. Maybe it was a cat? Stuck under there, not able to move or call for help? I wouldn't be able to sleep if I hadn't checked on it. And as I ran back I saw a cute black cat, like the one caught under the fence, sitting on the pavement as if it was waiting for me. Running towards me as I sat down to greet it. With a loving purr it jumped on my shoulder and after a minute or two she continued on to new adventures. But it was if she was saying, "thanks for noticing and looking after me".
The strength that little black cat with its on conditional love for a cuddly hand was exactly what I needed, walking back to the place where Kazai was waiting for me. But when he, to my big surprise held his promise and bought me "deluxe-expensive" dark chocolate, with an apology and a smile. I with a somewhat bittersweet and salty taste in my mouth (full of humor), accepted it. Sushi only made it better. A walk through town and sealing the deal, to start trying to become the best of friends again, we went and bought some ice cream. Whish is really stupid in the middle of winter but exactly what I always do. But we ate it inside. And the chocolate was worth the money, OMG! Thanks Kazai.
And the bubbles are returning for jet another attack. I'm running again but getting stuck in some sort of glue and of course I'm terribly afraid.
Song of the Day: James Blunt- Shine on Its real embarrassing but lately I'm all about finding new music and stumbled upon his voice and the text makes me smile.
As I was complaining at the doctors office today that I've been tired all of the time she just smiled and asked me about my party habits. Well, uhm. Ok, it's been a lot of late nights but I always try to get the sleep during the week instead? No, that wasn't a good idea. But I'm willing to be exhausted if thats what it takes to dance, have way to late movie nights and skype until my eyes turn red.
The spring-thingy, its still snowing outside, is not going so well. Or a more accurate description, I really don't know at all.
Game of the day: The Zone Song of the day: Skunk anansie - Charlie potato head One of my all time favorit songs and a great video.
If you look at the time this has been posted you have to understand that will understand that I have had another late night out partying. After a long walk/talk with a special person I was all bubbled up and had to get my thoughts raped around something else, but hen wouldn't get out of my head.
And I'm saying hen, which is a finish (I belive) is the expression if your not defining the gender, this is to protect the persons integrity.
I think the bubbles are actually trying to kill me. As I said in a previous post about friendship there are always bubbles involved in the beginning. And some of them feel all warm and fuzzy. The problem is when they start to turn pink and wont pop when your trying to get rid of them. And I want to make a point, I am not in love, I have not fallen, I wont admit to anything. Not to myself any way. I will just say that there are some "slightly uncomfortable" bubbles flying around and not letting me go to sleep.
The thing is that this hole "springtimefeelingsthingy" is all wrong.
I have looked up to hen of many years now, actually as long as I have known hen and never ever in my wildest dreams would I have thought of this development.
I really don't have the time.
I want to be self sufficient and not dependent on anyone.
I don't want a normative relationship, which in this case wont be a problem.
This all takes focus away from whats important in my life right now, my studies.
I look outside my window as I'm writing and it's snowing so there can't actually be any spring time thingy, can there?
This person is very impotent to me and I want to become even better friends.
I am terribly afraid.
I feel like a total fool, running around not being able to concentrate, finding myself staring into thin air and acting like a fourteen year old girl again. Horrible!
So thats the logical part of me. Saying "stay away! Run! Get out when you still got the chance....!" and to forth and so on. My heart/gut/stomach is saying lots of other fuzzy warm and embarrassing stuff. But what I can't figure out is the middle ground. The so called wise mind. The brain and heart are fighting all over the place and it's getting incessantly worse by the minute. So what to do?
This is exactly what I didn't need right now. I want to focus on the art, become one with it. I'm so tired of always letting my emotions getting in the way of what I want to do. Or not letting me know whats really me. I would love to have a life without social contact, only living for the art. Or in my naive fantasies that is the way to go. But I know that it's totally unrealistic. Of course I need human contact(and want it!!), friends and a life outside of school. It's just really annoying when I'm in class and my thoughts start to drift away and having me see everything through thick pink glasses. Horrifying. Why me? I don't want to! I didn't ask for this.
I have been trying now, with no actual success, to get rid of all the uncomfortable bubbles. And it wont work. A huge part of me is irritated, hates it all and just wants to cut all contact with hen. The other part is looking at the butterflies and having a ball. What to do? Who should I listen to? Where is my wise mind?
But I know, deep down inside, that I don't want the friendship to end. I want this person in my life. I just don't know how to do it without getting to involved. So once again, what to do? And do I really not what to get all tangled up?
Song of the night: Nine Inch Nails - Just like you Imagined (All instrumental and utterly beautiful noisy parts. I especially love the "hard core" piano parts.)
Addictions: Travel + Hitch hiking, tea, art, dance, larp, play, cartwheels, my cell phone, music, the road, computers n' internet
Politics: Green-Veggie-Queer-Anarchist-Socialist
Loves: Animals&Nature, dark chocolate, warm hands, Urban Exploration, hitch-hiking, demonstarting, creating stuff/art, dancing, runnin' through the grass bare feet, adventures
Hates: to freeze, winter, autumn, losing control, my conscience, Falling in Love
Scared of: insects, the dark, Pennywise the Clown, Losing control, deep water, meat, freedom of will and not having freedom of will, the entrapment of a "relationship" (I'm a Relationship Anarchist), capitalism
Massive Attack, Queen, AFI, Takida, CombiChrist, Björk, Coheed & Cambria, Lacuna Coil, Deine Lakain, Bush, Pink, Rammstein+Tatu-kombo, Juli, Covenant, VNV Nation, Soulfly, Nine Inch Nails, System of a Down, Silbermond, K-pist, Tool, Stabbing Westward, Within Temptation, Smashing Pumkins, The Used, Skillet, Architecture in Helsinki, Säkert!, Detektivbyrån, Fall out boy, Kate Nash, Freak Kitchen, Hello Saferide, Gwen Stefani, Eskalator, GoGol Bordello, Muse, Fall out boy, Shout Out Louds, Antony and the Johnsons, Blink 182, Rage agains the machine, Skunk Anansie, Arcade Fire, Silverchair, Kent, Dntl, Kora, Minuit, Sidewalk, Ladi 6, Lykke Li, Lamb, Lama, Stay Ali, Dubstep+Drum&bass, Mint Royal, Sigur Rós, Fat Freddy's Drop, Katchafire, The Black Seeds, Sidewalk, Joel&Joakim... and much more.
attention and food. And frankly I really don't know what to do. There is also the problem of time, it looks like I'm not gonna be working this summer. In theory I have three weeks, where I have to move everything out, round up all the project, find time to say good bye to friends, do the last planing, all the paperwork and lots more. That will lead to about 3-4 days a week where I have the physical time to go to work, and guess what? The vacation for most people haven't started when I need to find work. But the money I would be earning this summer is gonna be delayed for one or two months any way. Sigh.
