Hanna Isabellas nygamla prepostgymnasiala prepågåendehögskoleblogg

Hej,

I was told to make it a long blogpost so I’ll tell you a little about our holiday in Belgium. It’s my first blogpost on this blog so I’m kind of nervous,

First the plane landed, well if it hadn’t… It wouldn’t have been good. Hanna got her bag, we kissed and then we took the train and kissed some more. We took the good train this time so it only stopped in Brussels North, Brussels Central, Brussels South and Gent. In Dutch that’d be Brussel Noord, Brussel Centraal, Brussel Zuid and Gent; in French that’d be Bruxelles Nord, Bruxelles Central, Bruxelles Midi and Gand.  Oh and in case you ever go to Belgium by plane, Brussels is not as ugly as you’d think by judging from what you can see while you’re in the train from the Airport to Brussels. Ok so we finally arrived in Gent and took the bus to my place, the only reason we took the right bus is because I’d taken the wrong bus a week before. So I knew which one not to take. Taking the wrong bus when you’ve time is no problem, but it does feel a little frustrating to see the bus make a giant loop and just return to the place where you got on the bus. Anyways let’s fastforward a little in our amusing story and skip a few things cause my mind is quite blurry.

Let’s pay a visit to Brussels

There were a few things we (Hanna and I) wanted to see in Brussels, one of them was “Manneke Pis”. The peeing naked fellow that’s apparently famous all around the world. well he was a huge letdown for one. They dressed him up in a Venezuelan outfit, for crying out loud we want a naked statue not some politically engaged gnome.

Luckily, I knew of the existence of a female counterpart of Manneke Pis, Jeanneke Pis. She’s not as well-known as Manneke Pis and you have to know where she is or you won’t find her. For whatever reason she was behind bars too, but we managed to take a few shots anyway so that you can watch her pee from several angles. The yellow picture has some explanation on it, it’s in English.

De grote markt, la grand place or the great market is worth having seen too, I’ve found a few pictures to demonstrate my point. The biggest building (fourth picture) is the City Hall in case you wondered. The last two pictures are the best, but that speaks for itself I presume.

In Brussels you can get around by speaking English by the way, there’s no need to even try to speak French as they’ll reply in English anyway. Weird right? The waiters however did speak French but they were slow and couldn’t remember what we ordered, while all we wanted was an Ice Tea and Apple-Cherry Juice. If we ever visit Brussels again we won’t go on a sunday because the stores are closed on sundays (Belgian law, don’t ask) and we’ll see the Atomium from up close. We were pretty close to it  yet it was too far away to actually bother to go there, we went to Océade and Mini-Europa instead. Mini-Europa was quite the rip-off but at least we got to see the Eiffel Tower, it taught  us that Europe has lots of beautiful buildings too. We’ll make a list and visit them all sometime! It’s quite a different experience from seeing the buildings in real life though,  I stood there looking at something and I was like… “ooh, this looks nice.” turns out it was the “Grand Place”  in Brussels that we saw earlier, only covered with flowers. Bah?

After that we went swimming in Océade. It’s more of a waterslide park than a real swimming pool though, there’re about six different slides that are a lot of fun. One is incredibly fast and it feels like you’ve trouble breathing inside, you can’t take that slide too much as you’d go home with hurting knees, elbows or a painful back just because it’s so fast. Then you had a big slide where you had to use an inflatable tire in, that was fun too. Another slide dropped you from a one meter height at the end of the slide, it gives this tingly feeling in your tummy! You’ve a familyslide as well, not much to say about that one as it’s only slightly faster than a regular waterslide. We were just too late for the sauna unfortunately, better luck next time. It was nice swimming with Hanna, we’d never swum together before and it’d been ages since we’d last swum even though we kind of like to swim. We shall swim more!

Time to go home, first on the metro then on the train again. The metro in Brussels has this fancy system that shows where the metro is currently at, handy right? We were going to eat something in Gent cause we were really hungry from all the swimming and walking, much to our suprise everything closed at about eleven (even McDonald’s!). So we had to settle for kebab but they didn’t accept plastic money so we had to take out money in an ATM first, all that trouble for a little food… We had fun.

Gent

This was the city that we visited the most, unfortunately there are major public roadworks going on in Gent right now. It messes up the public transportsystem and the view, but in a few years it’ll all be a lot better… Hopefully.  It has this pretty castle with tools used for torturing, thumbscrews and a delightful bench where you tie people up at their hands and their feet and then you pour water down a funnel just cause. Onto the boats now, where they told us more about Charles the Fifth and how ugly he was but he had plenty of wives regardless of his looks. If you ever go to Gent, definitely go on those boats and boats are romance unfortunately tourist boats lose some of that romance. They’re located three minutes from the centre of the city on the Korenlei. You’ll learn a lot about Gent and it’s nice to be on the water during summer. We ate in the Patershol afterwards, the gastronomical centre of Gent where you can find a few restaurants that offer all kinds of food. One of the restaurants there offered “Ribbetjes à volonté” which basically means you can eat as much ribs as you want for a fixed price. If you like ribs and you’re very hungry it’s a bargain really, turns out we both like ribs! Awesome!

Wedding

We attended a wedding as well, not much to say about that. It was all happiness and lots of free food. People got married, they had a great time, they paid  lots of money for the party but it was worth it as it’s a once in a lifetime happening.

A lot more has happened but what it comes down to is that Hanna is awesome and I love her, I/we had a great time and we’ll have lots more fun in the future.

Hej då!

… and then came the lotion.

*BLURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

I am of the opinion that I come from a family that’s not quite what you’d call “sane”. Most of the year I adjust myself to what is, and accept my fate to be part of this family. Family is after all family, and I do love them, even though I don’t have to. But at this time of the year I wonder if my mom loves her Christmas decorations more than she loves her children. 270 something Santa Claus figures must be a sign of some sort of mental lapse, right? And out of all those, there’s only one that I like. But what would Christmas be without them, not a Christmas in my home anyway.

Ok, so the christmas spirit came over me, all of a sudden. Unexpected, and uninvited. (Eftersom jag planerade att spendera en fattig, tjurig jul, utan julklappar, men eftersom min bittra erfarenhet har lärt mig att familjen Närhi ändå alltid äter julskinka och julgröt på julafton, känner jag mig lite gladare. Jag ska bli fet över jul. Riktig mat, och pepparkakor. Lussekatter och julstjärnor. Ischoklad. Födelsedagsmat. Mmmmm…)

The background is not at all made for this site, nor was it meant for my desktop, but as I made it, the wish for snowflakes came over me, and now it resides both here, and behind my icons. I spotted, a lonely Goo, right on top on the snow flakes. Made me want to play some World of Goo again.

Exam, tomorrow. Unified Modelling Lalalalalala-poo-shit. No, ok, not exactly. But something like that.

Hanna, returns to her books, stares out of the window. There’s a tree there, a Christmas Tree, the lights are making me  a bit fuzzy inside. I like that feeling. Fuzzy. I wish I could have it more. More. I shall turn off the TV, dim the lights, light some candles, put the laptop in energy save mode, and drink a cup of warm chocolate. Warm milk makes you tired I hear, I wonder if it would make me fuzzy. Sit up all night, take my exam, return, sleep, and then pack my bags as I return home early on Saturday morning.

Time to poop on the party and reveal to the world what I’ve been doing up until now. The big secret is revealed. And if I really do poop on your party because you expected something extraordinary, I am sorry, but I am quite fond of this puzzle of mine.

Mitt projekt är klart. Det som skulle funnits i 20 upplagor blev istället 18, och medans det ligger 14-15 sakwer hemma hos mig kommer det snart dyka upp 18 pussel i andra bervlådor runtom i Sverige. Slutresultatet delar jag med mig, men pussel får ni vara utan (även om jag skulle vilja ge ett pussel till alla!).

I’m considering wether I should write more posts in english or not. Anyway. English further down as always.

Som så många gånger innan, stannade jag uppe för sent, men inatt (imorse) gjorde jag iallafall klart mitt projekt som jag har håll på med sen, jag minns inte när. Det var mycket tankar fram och tillbaka, men till sist kom jag på det. Jag insåg på väg till skolan att jag hade glömt skriva avsändar address på paketen, men tja, kommer de inte fram då gör de inte det, och då får jag lista ut nånting.

Snart får ni se vad det är jag har gjort.

Jag är en krånglig person. Det är krångligt att jag ska vara krånglig, och det skulle vara bra om det inte vore det. Men hur skulle det egentligen vara om jag just nu inte var krånglig? Äh, glöm det.

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English

This morning I finnished the last piece of the project I’ve been working on for some time. Well, it’s been done for a week or so, but this morning (which was more like late night to me, but still morning cause I had class not too many hours afterwards) I worked my lazy bum and finished wrapping the last box in paper and sticking on some stamps. So on their way the boxes are. Well what boxes you ask? Of course I must tell you all about that, but that will be my first portfolio post since I have this cute and awesome theme now. (Wiihoo)

Once there was a time when people would say that I was a creative, talkative and, maybe even occasionally, fun blogger. Yes, since my somewhat eleventh year I have put characters in the fields and marked the databases with ones and zeroes for the purpose of no real purpose at all. Yes I used to be that person. It was fun, it didn’t pressure me, it was simply a diary in which I confided. Maybe not as much as I would’ve confided in a traditional diary, but still, a diary that I got to share. I don’t know why, but diaries have always fascinated me. My own, as well as others. But lately it’s not been the same. I guess it’s time for me to change book and name for my diary, as I always do (Fran, Anne, Didde, Lunarstorm, Blogspot and a few more), but instead of moving like i always do I’m gonna try to stay in the same place a little longer (settle down? horrible thought) and just do a total makeover.

I must get this blog going. What shall I make of it? I’ve thought about making it into a portfolio for quite some time. It would give me a reason to finish what I start, and it would also most likely spike my interest for this site once more, and it would give me a reason to share. I found a contest, and I thought I’d enter it. It’s quite simple, I write about it here, and I’m one of many who has the chance to win my own premium theme for my blog. That would be awesome. I want a pretty theme.

And then one day, when I’m ready, I’ll start over again.