Up One Pitch

I am sad to announce that a good friend has died. Bordum. That slut. Yes, I am not sure how, but suddenly and painfully that hoe died a few days ago.



So Agnes had a Melodifestivalen party to celebrate the crowning of Sweden's next sparkle wearing, pitch changing, back-up-dancer-utilising, schlager-licious Eurovision entry. Jasper and I downed a 4 litre box of wine and danced to Samantha Mumba with Anya, Agnes, Linus and assorted Swedes. After watching painful performances and our favourite (Agnes Carlssons' "Love Love Love"), helping the vertically challenged Karin out of the toilet and into her correct jacket, and crowning Marlena Ehrman as this years Swedish entry to Eurovision (in Moscow in May), we head off to Bongo for some stuff I cant remember.





Ah. Then Theres been work. I have a butt load of Swedish to study for. Infact I had to listen to a man (no joke) called Hans Christiansson (extremely close to my old bud HC from CPH), babble about religion in Sweden today in the last Swedish-culture class. It was intruiguing when he told us about his Russian wife's talent at massage.

But I have been to an awsome dinner party at Anya's, featurinf Polish, Spanish, Dutch, Australian, and German guests, I have stayed up late and played DS (mainly Mario Party and some crazy japanese game where you dance) with Jasper for the last 3 nights in a row.

Oh I also saw watchmen today. With Svensk-subtitles. It was pretty good. Took a while to warm up but an above satisfactory feature. Well then, I may not blog for a bit as i'm going to be stttuuddyingg quite bit. Dont be too upset.