What’s up homies. Time for another life update. Im sure you’ve all been waiting impatiently. Last weekend (?) I was in Amsterdam. It was amazing. Like so good. We lived on a HOUSEBOAT. Like a houseboat on a canal in Amsterdam. As one does. Lit. Isac missed the plane. Not as lit. SO Agnes, Petra and I rocked the Netherlands on our own ft Aya for 24h. Cultured as we are we hit up all the major museums. Meaning we walked past all of them and got to Van Gogh 10 minutes after closing. It’s the thought that counts. We did however get to gogh to Van Gogh (hah) the day after. It kind of sucked but we learned things I guess. His brother died of syphilis. Whoda thunk? Back in Linköping (Amsterdam is the only city Linköping has flights to..(?)) I found out that the Internet the last tenant has been paying for since I moved in ran out so basically my life is over. I’ve been paying for extra giggs on my phone and sharing it to my computer so I can stay updated on the latest episodes of Paradise Hotel. It's an expensive solution but its what a girls gotta do to stay updated. Just using my student loans to stay worldly you know. Also my bike got stolen because I didn’t lock it so all of a sudden that’s `my fault, ´ People these days.
Okay so no I was in Amsterdam two weekends ago because last weekend I had to work at this student club thing. LET ME TELL YOU. From 3-5 we had like a frosh thing we had to do for random med students. Then Team Norway and I biked to the campus far far away and signed in for work where they just make you carry things for a while. Then at like 9pm the doors open and we got assigned the job of picking up glasses after people have like finished their beers etc., except for the fact that people don’t show up to clubs until literally like 1 am. And even then it takes them a while to drink up. Long story short we did absolutely nothing for like 3 hours while everyone else had like guard duty and bar duty. Good times. We worked on a new lift that we’re going to do on the dance floor. Think dirty dancing but less graceful and with a twist. Literally. Then at 1 the band that was headlining came on so obvs I couldn’t work. At 3 the place closed and between 3 and 7 is just a haze but I scraped gum off floors and lifted things. I was dead the entirety of Sunday. I got out of bed once to eat icecream. Again, schools going great.
Today my block was APPERENTLY on lockdown because a hand grenade got thrown onto a balcony a couple of buildings over. The bomb squad was here and everything. Do you think I woke up for any of this? Nope. Slept right through it. Even the cops pounding on the door at 7am (according to neighbours). I remember somewhere in a shallower wave of rem sleep hearing something and thinking it was my neighbour (yall know the one) knocking. If you’ve been keeping updated on my life you’d understand why I wouldn’t open the door at 7am for my neighbour. On that note the cops were here last week looking for him because they thought he was missing. Turns out he was at home the entire time. A little unclear. Is it obvious that I need to move? Can someone please tell my parents that they need to help me move?
Xoxo Happy national siblings day! Or not! Fabe the babe breaking hearts and pinky promises since the 99.