I went to Dr Chapelle (uttalas skalpell) this morning to check out my knee. Unfortunatly Dr Chapelle (uttalas fortfarande skalpell) was sick (heartsurgery, emopoints!) so Morgan and the female took a look at my knee.
They couldn´t really find anything more than it is probably something with the menisk and they noticed the fact that I hurts if they hit on it. Since they couldn´t give me anything better than a good time they decided to send me to another doctor. Doctor De Vos will get a visit from me in one and a half hour. To be honest I am a bit scared. Imagine if the knee is broken forever. Then I will walk like Mad-Eye Moody forever. It would be a bit sad. But shame on the one who gives up (it sounds better in swedish). I can always buy a new knee on ebay or build one from spareparts.
Anyho, I´m going to the doctor now. It takes a while to get there, since I can´t walk as fast (and sexy) as normal, and since it is on the other side of town.
I also found this article, I am so glad that my mother don´t mind my "poledancing". Lol
Peace out! PS. Tomorrow Finanna comes here to take care of me!
Bad news first. Your favorite blogger is injured. It is the same type of injury that I got just before summer. The devilouse (it could be a real word) frontsalto has once again crippled me, the teenhero, the artist formerly known as Nils. It makes me a bit sad and the fact that I walk like a old man makes me mutter like one too.
This morning I woke up at 0900 and I completly forgot that I was injured. When I stood up the reminder came instantly. So I realized that it was best that I stayed in bed.' So the whole day today was more or less spent in bed with the computer. I downloaded (illegally) Jackass 2. It was funny, but I hope that my mother don´t see it.
I also had my first french test. It was scary but I think that it went good.
Something that feels like a gun aimed at my soft parts tells me to write that Milq, 2 and Krank has all three updated there blogs today.
Not everybody knows all the details on why I had to change from webblogg.se to blogger.com. And I am not allowed to tell you all the details but it has to do with the upcoming release of the google Mp3/divx player (coming next christmas).
Anyhow, I certanly recommend everyone to get a google calender today. Great features:
Choose what holidays you want to see (I have both Muslim and Chinese holidays, just because I don´t know who will win the war...)
Make the calendar send your daily schedule by sms
Make the calender editable for your manager and sponsors (and mom and dad)
And all the classic stuff like remember birthdays and meetings
Today I confronted the hard Belgian foreign policy again. This time I just waited for a meeting for very long and then I will go back in one week to get my IDcard. Since the waiting takes so long I came home late and after lunch I took a small nap and then the clock was to late to go to school. I felt like a teenage rebel from some 80´s televisionserie.
Now Sandra just came home and told my that the classes were cancelled so I didn´t miss anything. Good for my statistics, bad for my teenage rebelreputation.
Tonight I am making pancakes. Practice makes perfect.
I'm a modern man. I'm a modern man. I'm a modern man. I'm a modern man.
I'm a modern man, A man for the millennium, Digital and smoke free.
A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist, Politically anatomically and ecologically incorrect.
I've been uplinked and downloaded. I've been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing. I know the downside of upgrading.
I'm a high tech lowlife. A cutting edge state-of-the-art bicoastal multitasker, And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.
I'm new wave but I'm old school, And my inner child is outward bound.
I'm a hot wired heat seeking warm hearted cool customer, Voice activated and biodegradable.
I interface from a database, And my database is in cyberspace, So I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, And from time-to-time, I'm radioactive.
Behind the eight ball, Ahead of the curve, Riding the wave, Dodging a bullet, Pushing the envelope.
I'm on point, On task, On message, And off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed, I got no urge to binge and purge.
I'm in the moment, On the edge, Over the top, But under the radar.
A high concept, Low profile, Medium range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top gun bottom feeder.
I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps, I run victory laps.
I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach. A raging workaholic. A working ragaholic. Out of rehab, And in denial.
I got a personal trainer, A personal shopper, A personal assistant, And a personal agenda.
You can't shut me up, You can't dumb me down. 'Cause I'm tireless, And I'm wireless. I'm an alpha male on beta blockers.
I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever. Laid back but fashion forward.
Up front, Down home, Low rent, High maintenance.
Super size, Long lasting, High definition, Fast acting, Oven ready, And built to last.
I'm a hands on, Foot loose, Knee jerk, Head case.
Prematurely post traumatic, And I have a love child who sends me hate mail.
But I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing. A supportive bonding nurturing primary care giver.
My output is down, But my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond, And my revenue stream has its own cash flow.
I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds, I watch trash sports.
I'm gender specific, Capital intensive, User friendly, And lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex. I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the f word in my email, And the software on my hard drive is hard core, no soft porn.
I bought a microwave at a mini mall. I bought a mini van in a mega store. I eat fast food in the slow lane.
I'm toll free, Bite sized, Ready to wear, And I come in all sizes.
A fully equipped, Factory authorized, Hospital tested, Clinically proven, Scientifically formulated medical miracle.
I've been pre-washed, Pre-cooked, Pre-heated, Pre-screened, Pre-approved, Pre-packaged, Post-dated, Freeze-dried, Double-wrapped, Vacuum-packed, And I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I'm a rude dude, But I'm the real deal. Lean and mean. Cocked, locked and ready to rock. Rough tough and hard to bluff.
I take it slow. I go with the flow. I ride with the tide. I got glide in my stride.
Drivin' and movin', Sailin' and spinnin', Jivin' and groovin', Wailin' and winnin'.
I don't snooze, So I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal, And the rubber on the road.
I party hearty, And lunch time is crunch time.
I'm hanging in, There ain't no doubt. And I'm hanging tough, Over and out.
The salto in the pole is so close, I did better than ever today. Tomorrow I will do it! The new trick is to scream when I push. It is a ancient Chinese method for getting power.
Another trick I invented today is to sing in the flag. It doesn´t sound good but I remember to breath.
The day besides from that:
Trampoline, it goes up and down. Haha
Scenografi. I read a great cartoon, bloom county. It was about a boy who made deodorant who later turned out to be a better antiboldmethod (try it christer). I also read Doonesbury about Raoul Duke and his assistents.
Dance. We learned to walk funny and later use it in danceimprovisations. Angelique is a good danceteacher.
Now i am waiting for frenchcourse and eating cerials at Anna (Nerman)´s place. Peace!
Today everything has been strange, the 8th day of school in a row. First lession was supposed to be acrobatics with Sven (aka Dartanjang) but he was sick so I built a new shoulderprotection for the pole. Second lession was pole, it went quite good but not the super mondayshape.
Then I went home to finally get gaz, but this time they told me that I need to change one of the switches in the gazpipe, but I am not allowed to do it by myself. GRR!
Sandra wants to tell the world that she did a barani in full out today, she is happy about it.
This weekend I have not been able to write popular blogentries becuse the school thinks that it is good for us to learn rigging and security. It is more fun to do it in second year than first year since we now just build crazy stuff and play instead of learning all the names of all the things.
What we built yesterday was basicly a house of big mats, christer has photos of it. I was up in the air spinning around trying to get the roof up, but the house fell in the last second.
Today we built a big linbana (lajnbejn baby).
I don´t have any photos of when we are in it but i have it on video and I will put it out if I have freetime sometime. This is the photos.
Paolo is basicly like a dictionary in rigging and security, but the other way around.
It is interesting how some people can look relaxed and cool in the big rigging uniform.
And how some people just end up looking 10 years younger.
On my walk on the town I found a couple of hungover (wild guess) swedish eurocrats* who couldn´t find there hotel. They were talking very loud so I could keep the distance and still hear them talking about the greatest swedish movies ever. And they had a theorie that all the greatest swedish movies is recorded at Mallorca (Sällskapsresan 1 and Jönssonligan på mallorca). I think they could have a point, since it must be much nicer to record a movie in the sun than in a Swedish small town. SF when you read this, send the filmmakers to the sun!
________ *Fancy word from Lonley Planets guidebooks to describe the people working for the EU and everything EUrelated. Most of the time men 30-50 years old in dark suites with a taste for chocolate and beer.
Today is called Saturday. I just woke up and have a relaxed day, I will go to Grand Place to give out flyers about Landing. Then see the creation that the montrealpeople and Sandra, Cedric, Francois and Mikaela has done.
Right now I just missed the frenchcourse for today because I need to be home for sibelga. But they seem to not arrive to install the gaz. This is the 5th time they fail to install the gaz when we have a meeting. I think they have something against me or Sandra.
If I knew where the boss (if they have someone responsable) for the company I would go to his place and take a hot shower. For you blogreaders in Africa this might sound like a Ilandsproblem. But I guess that you africans who can read my blog can get hot water...
Since this makes me a bit hateful against the Belgian way of not solving things I miss the motherland. So I watch the purest most swedish DVD I have. The television serie of the pure swedish soul. "En himla många program". Sweden just before the rise and fall of crappy television.
I also have two DVDs of Pistvakt, sweden when it is as best. No knapsu Stockholmare, just real men, and there mothers. Thank you dear family for not noticing that I stole those DVDs from you. I need them more than you. ' Sorry...
More swedish televisionseries I would like to see in my DVDshelf is:
Nile City (allt med killinggänget)
Kenny Starfighter
Björnes magasin (SVT, släpp samlingsboxxen NU!)
Ika i rutan (Har bara svaga barndomsminnen av nåt konstigt skelett och brud med alla bokstäver)
Fem Myror är fler än Fyra elefanter
Samlade Hasse och Tage
Bert (helt klart underskattat!!!)
Sunes Jul (Jag har bara sett lite av det...)
Sorry for the swedish comments, but it is impossible to translate...
Anywho, the day was good. But Sibelga draws me to the dark side...
As I promised, I kept my dirty hands from the blog yesterday. Today I were home early, the three hours of Interpretation was cancelled resulting in a lunch between 12 and 1630. But I slept instead of blogging. So now I am full of energy.
The poletraining this week has been good, but since the workweek starts to go to an end, so does the energy (some people call the day all the energy is gone Tuesday).
In the creative courses (music, scenografy and dramaturgy) we start to focus on the upcoming masterpiece "Eros".
The show that will be presented in December is based on Eros (the small naked guy with a bow and arrow who makes people love eachother) and some more parts of the Greek Mythology (Zeus and those dudes..). The show will also be inspired by rituals and ceremonies so I guess that if will end up in some kind of mad orgie if I know my class right.
Right now I am eating my dinner, rice, spinage and tuna. I end todays blog with two pictures of my favorite quebecans: This is the official Montrealsign.
This is the quebecan answer to the swedish folkdanse "Små grodorna" (small frogs).
Woho. Nils is back onna tha island inna tha bloggosfär.
I can inform everyone that my family is falling apart. Everyone is involved in the biggest fight ever. Stronger opinions then the tissuebuissniss.. More controversial then two sisters buying a house together. More thrilling then Dockstadagen (D-Day).
The movie is called Släkt Wars The sides are two. The good side and the bad side. The good side, Aka team Jedi is: Nils Wärmegård - Aka Obi Nils Kenobi Jenny Elfving - Aka Jenn Skyorange Jonas Elfving - Aka Chewnas
The Evil side, Aka team Sith is as always a bigger number. There strongest spokeswomen is the evil Emperor Miatine who is helped by the evil lord Darth Lisa. The also have support from Jar Jar Britta.
We have guests here at home. Our home has become some kind of Quebecan house. There is now two quebecans in the same apartment. Sandra and Danica. Danica is from the school in Montreal and is here with her two classmates Phillip and Masha. It makes me think of the Triwisard tournaments in Harry Potter (arry potterrrrr in french).
The only negative thing with having two quebecans in the same room is that the speak to eachother. The quebecan french is to the normal french what skånska is to swedish. Which means completly ununderstandable and the scream and jump around like monkeys while they speak. But it is funny to see.
Tomorrow I have school between 0845 (warmup starts at 0800). Since everybody cares the schedule is:
Acrobatics or trampoline
Chinese Pole
Lunch
Interpretation 3 hours
Dramaturgy
1hour break
frenchcourse until 2130
That is what i probably will call a murderday. At least mentally. Since we don´t have to run in the mornings now I was stronger and better than ever in the pole. I hope it lasts!
Anyho, tomorrow I might fall asleep on the keyboard when I come home, if not. I promise to blog on wednesday.
PS. Happy Birthday to Finanna! (She becomes 18 tomorrow!)
