Desperate for drugs...

Like most of all the readers know, i live in the central of what is commonly called the capital of Europe.

Today when I was on "lé Metro" I noticed that I was to hungry to walk to SuperGB and make smart shopping. A Hungry Nils in a SuperGB always ends up with pizza, chocolate and a DVDmovie. So i thought that i could save some money and find a nice cheap restorant.
So i went to Hectors Chicken, a place i have seen many times since it is very close to my appartment, but i never entered.

Just outside a guy stoppes me and ask if i have any medicine. I am a mammas boy and always answer honest so i said "No, I´m not sick".
"Do you want to buy some medicine?", said the guy, and i noticed that he looked like he just woke up from a coma.
"No, like i said, I´m not sick, so i don´t think I need any medicine...", said I, a bit frustrated and hungry
"Yes, I understand. But this is medicine just for fun, Metadone and Morfine. You look like you need it." Said the guy.

And now i start to realize what he must see, a very tired me on the hunt for food. You who have seen me very hungry and tired surely know the look. And that it could be misstaken for a guy on a desperate hunt for drugs.

"No, I am just hungry." Said I.
"Ok, if you ever need me, I´ll be here..." answered the guy.
"Yes, I´ll remember it." Said I while i ran into the store.

Hectors Chicken is a nice place, They have lots of chicken in all kinds. The best (and the only i tried) is the 1/2 Chicken.
That is half a chicken on a plate, with pommes frites and coleslaw.

Perfect substitute for drugs.

I also noticed that i was the only white guy there. The place was full of black hiphopers watching ladys tennis. That reminded me about another chickenplacevisit in London last year when i also was the only nonhiphoppy guy in the place.
What is it with hiphop and Chicken? Is it becouse the chickens hop and hip around?

Life is strange.

A normal day in the life of Nisse

My first real dissapointment, i just wrote a long blogentry about the deaththreat yesterday, and i found a new function in Performancing (the wonderful Mozilla Firefox plugin i use) and everything dissapared.

This forces me to write about something else since i hate to write stuff two times. I will probably write about deaththreats in the metro on friday or saturday.

Today was a perfectly normal day with perfectly normal courses, no hocuspocus, no blue balls, no scenografy.
Just pure and simple circusthecniques.
First Lesson: Chinese Pole, i worked on lots of the new trick. I now that only the circuspeople will know what i talk about when i try to explain, so dear mother, wait for the videos.
Second Lession: Acrobatics, since my breakfast today was big but sugerbased i got a bloodsugerfall (vad heter blodsockerfall på engelska??) but i survived the lession.
Lunch: Un grand Baugette avec roti de porc, mozzzarrrellla et crudite SVP
Third Lession: Trampolin, first i jumped, then i jumped, and then i jumped. The trampolines is abit up and down (ordvits på utrikiska...)
Forth Lession: Yoga, Today it was a bit disciplined, that means noone fell asleep. But i really like the lessions eventhough they sometimes are to relaxing.

Then i went home.

Now i will hit the shower and apres je dormir jr panse... (look, im blogging in french... PARTY!!!)
I wonder how many will google on + French +Shower +PARTY and find my blog...

Too bad for you!

Don´t you just love when Christer is wrong?

"Today i know what your blog will be about" - Chrille P
"I love to see Christer wrong" - Nisse W
"C'est pas un canard, c'est un citation"

Christers said that after i told him about my near deathexperiance in the ghosttrain commonly called lé Metro.
But since i won´t give him the pleasure of being right, i write about my dinner.

Today i decided on the way home from school that i have to start eating other stuff then pasta and tuna. So i decided to cook like my dear, beloved, beautiful, blablabla, intelligent mother.
So i bought a bag of ruccolasalad and bacon. Mixed with nudels and spiced with ketchup and honey it became a delicate meal.
I recommend it to all the foodlovers out there.

When i was at SuperGB i also saw Straberrys, and since it is the big payday today,
i gave in to the dark side of the genes. This strawberrys taste much more then the ones i bought when i were sick.
The paydaymentality also bought me two books, "The Beach" and "Master and margarita".

We completly changed the project for the Interpretation today, i won´t be on fire, that´s all i can tell you right now.

Well well, enjoy your strawberrys bloglovers, i can assure you that i will.

Bakelse.se

Ok this link is in swedish:
http://www.bakelse.se/

The page is one of the most funny things i have ever seen on the internet. It is a newspaper with fakenews about the teachers at Ådalsskolan.
I don´t think i would laugh this much if not all the people in the new on the page is friends to my parents and i have spent many dinners with many of them.
And just for the record:
Jan Larsson är inte dum, han har bara rolig dialekt.
Jan Larsson is not stupid, he just speaks with a funny accent.

Fear and Loathing in "lé Metro"...

I completly forgot to write about the ghosttrain called "lé Metro" that took me to the school today.
When i enter a metro filled with 50+ male in tight pants and dripping of sweat i get scared. Really scared.

The problem is not that they sweat, that is normal.
The problem is not that they are 50+ males.
The problem is not the tight joggingpants, even Marc the greatest hero of humanity wears tight pants when he is jogging.

The problem is that they are joggers, so why are they on the metro?!?!
To rub against eachother?
To rub against ME!!??
Anyway, i found an empty seat and could relax and look the otherway.

Jogging Joggers, you have my full support!
Creepy group of sweaty joggers on the metro, please take the tram, it would please you more, they are smaller.

Answer to pappsen and new results from the lab

Dear father, and everybody else, if you want to comment my blog just press "comments" in the end of a blogentry and chose OTHER as identity if you don´t know what to chose... Send a comment NOW!!


Sometimes it is scary how i score on internettests...

You Are 19 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Happy fathersday...

Not only that i was unpolite to my father (which commandment is that?), it was the completly wrong day to be it.
Except for the 13 November (his birthday). The 13 November is really close to the father´s day, that is why me and my family switched places on the mothers day and fathers day. So the fathers day is today.
Förlåt pappsen...

The whole day today was spent at school, everybody was there to celebrate Arian.

The funny thing about Arian is that the more you hear about him and his life, the more impressed you become. He is truly ESAC´s answer to Yoda, and he flows with the force. Just like Jabba the Hutt.

Angel, the teacher in interpretation/mime performed a great show. He was really good. Christer did a part in the show as volontary monkey, it could be the worst performance Christer ever done. Christer also did a great performance as Tarzan the ropemimer, instead of Tarzan the king of the jungle.

Sorry dad!

Grr. My dad woke me up at 11 today, but since i live here in Belgium and he lives in sweden he had to do it by phone. To be honest i knew that it would happend since i yesterday found my phone in my pants on silent mode and about 2000 missed calls.

I guess i was quite unpolite to my dear father, but i thought that he, like the rest of the world, had noticed my new blog, who kept me busy almost all night, together with tjuvlyssnat and overheard in NY.

Anyho, i´ve gone out of bed now i am aiming for the shower!

I really enjoy blogging 10 times a day, i wonder if you can keep up the reading...

This is my dad!

Midnight raws, quiet in the house, tipe tape...

Ladies and gentlemen, the internet is big.
But most of it is crap, or in strange languages. But there are some parts of it that can keep me busy for a too long while (hungry...)
The most read swedish blog right now is one of them, Tjuvlyssnat. (In swedish)
The american original is even better, Overheard in New York

Those to pages have now kept me busy for a too long time. I strongly recommend them to all who have to much time over.
(Var tog bikt.se vägen föresten?)

Tomorrow it is a big party for Arian at school, Arian is one of my poleteachers (chinese pole, my circusdisciplin...) he will be 65, hip hip Hurra!
Today Alex Edström becomes 18 years old, hip hip and so on for him to!

At September 11th both Moby, David Hammarberg (swedish circusdude) and Henrik Berggren (Swedens answer to Paris Hilton) has birthday.

I also suspect that Anna has found the blog now, Anna is the girl who loves to read about herself in other peoples blogs.

 
This is Anna... She is the one in front, the one in the back is the European Commission.

Present myself?

Hurra! I think that the blog is a succes, sofar there has been 20 unique visitors in just a couple of hours. And i haven´t even spammed so much yet.

I have installed a secret counter so i know from where you all come, and i must say that i am surprised. Sofar it´s most belgians who visited the page, and some swedes. (Sverker, jag vet att du läser :) )

But you estonians and canadians who read this, who are you?
SEND COMMENTS DAMNIT!!!

All you new readers who come from strange countrys like estonia and still don´t realize who i am, i can tell you this.

If my blog at anytime get confusing, just remember the words of wisdom from Stina, who always knows what to say, and unlike her rolabolapartner Lotta knows that "tala" is silver and "tiga" is gold.


(This is Stina)
"I always forget that I don't need to understand you.."

If you need more facts about me i can recommend this old labresult.

If that don´t give you the answers you need, ask some questions...

New record

I never think i´ve been blogging this much in a day...
Anyway, it is raining outside, so what can i do?

I just found a blog with dogs, only Boston Terriers.
Check it out!

And people sometimes complain over my blog, and that it is to narrow.
I can also recommend all you Nilslovers out there to check out my parents pictureblog. I stille haven´t, but you can look at the pictures and send a mail and tell med whats on them, so i don´t have to lie when they call.

Welcome

Chrille P has also built a new blog.
Check it out!



This is Christer, but i think he looks more happy now that he has a new blog! Eventhough it is under construction, i can promise you that it is a blog that will look good in your bookmarks.

The dream from last night

Ok, i know that blogging about your dreams is a bit strange and dull.

But i have what we in sweden call skrivkramp and i really need to get my english blogging going.

I dreamt that i got a mosquitobite on my wrist, at urkult. And that some of the nice old hippieladys there got me to put a teabag on the bite. So i ducttaped it there, and after one week in the dancehall at school i decide to takeit off, becuse i couldn´t really dance with a smelly old teabag at my hand. So i take it off, and all the skin follows with the tape. Then i woke up.

Sensmoral:
Never trust a hippie!

Let´s Go!

Now i think i can stand the blog.
I have put a counter here so i can keep track on all you people who read it. And i will see and notice when people say they read the blog and don´t. (Hello Anna!)

I can´t wait for all the comments... I still really don´t know why i started to blog in English, but in one year i will start to blog in french.
Be prepared.

For all the people who don´t know me and find this blog anyway (i wish), i can warn you that it will mostly be about me, climbing chinese pole, circus and (my hate for the Belgians...)

Did you know:
Secrets are best places in paranthesis!

Todays swedish words of wisdom:
Kan nån svensk med huvudet på rätt plats berätta vad paranteser heter på engelska??

Trying new stuff

Right now, this blog looks a bit messy i see, but i have already found faster and easier ways to put the blog online, thanks to Performancing a great firefoxextention. Or great and great, i don´t know yet, i´m trying it right now.

I hope it will work. Now i have to make the blog look good!

I think i like this colortheme.

Send comments to everything, now!

Cirkusnisse goes english (Circusnils)

Well well well.
Pedro (congratulations, you´ve got the first namedrop), i hope you are happy now.

For all new readers, Pedro is one of my best and hairyest friends, who unfortunatly don´t speak swedish that good. He has a blog about when he will cut his hair, read it here.

I finally started blogging in english, i promise i will keep this up for one month, if it is fun, i continue, if it sucks, i change back to blogging on my normal blog, cirkusnisse.webblogg.se (it is still there for all the Nilslovers)...

This is me, in my megaman suite.

That´s one more thing i will do know in this blog. I will try to post more pictures, not as many as Christer (read his blog to)

When i just published my swedish blog, i said that i will make a own blog from scratch and put it out. I lied. I really like blogger.com, like everything else good on the Internet, it is made by the hardworking people at google.com or Milq.