Thursday, November 23, 2006

Friday, November 17, 2006

Midnight phonecalls

I read in the papers today that Ferenc Puskas passed away. A bright shining star on the football sky, a trivial form of raw talent under the colors of Hungary's flag. Rest in peace.




It's Friday again. This has been a tough week, and the next one will be even tougher. I've got a deadline till next Friday on a report. On top of that I'll have my first 6 hour exam after another week. Am I stressed? Yeah, I suppose.

Elin wants me to come to her place tonight and then follow her out to the club. I'm thinking about declining (for the 3rd time in one month's time). It feels bad to turn so many invitations down but I seriously need the time. The fucked up part is that I couldn't say no when she asked me last night...

A personal message to Nipor, Gabriel and Mike:
Thanks for waking me up like Gestapo. I just love it when you by intuition pick up the phone and call me in the middle of the night, playing "imse vimse spindel" loudly. I mean fuck (!) a good night's sleep! Right?
Jesus...

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Interview

A sweet voice called me yesterday afternoon, asking me about my previous work in different organizations. She was calling from a consulting bureau. Next thing I'm told to show up for an interview the next morning. So I went.

They're interested in recruiting me and I guess I'm interested in earning a little extra. Will I get the job? I hope so. I really do.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Last show

It's Monday morning, mid November. Can it be worse?

Tonight we'll do our last show and I'm aiming to do my best performance ever. It's going to be empty now that we'll have a little winterbreak, but other things will come in to the focal point.

I'll write a summary of this period later, hopefully with photos.
See ya'll out there tonight!

Monday, November 6, 2006

The day after

It feels better today, I'm over it, sooner than I thought. To be able to understand the greatness of AIK, you must see this! It's right before kickoff, and 31000 supporters are singing the anthem of AIK. Next year we'll win the fucking thing!

Today I've been home reading and catching up on shit I've neglected lately. Macroeconomics all day long.