Another Tuesday in paradise.
With the mess in the room (rooms, but who is really counting?) upstairs still left untouched, I sit here and listen to music from the always so wonderful Dixie Chicks. Now it’s You were mine, but I always sit here for a while so many songs yet to come.
I probably should get started, I do have the guestroom to clean out before the Frenchmen come here. Oh, haven’t I told you? I guess not.
Next week, there will be two french girls living in my house. Juliette and Zoraya. Juliette, is actually my friend as well as my pen-pal. We talked a lot when the class went to Nice, and discovered that we have some things in-common. And after a few dodges with my dad, I thought that they couldn’t stay here.
I didn’t even know where mom and I was supposed to live next next week. But the house thing has worked out and the frienchies are on their way!
Of course, I have started to get nervous about it all. I know Juliette speaks very good English, but apparently Zoraya, does not.
I have had another student living with me once, a Estonian girl, Olesja, and her vocabulary consisted of about ‘hi’, ‘fine’, ‘yes’, ‘no’, thank you’ and ‘goodbye’. Which made my tries to start a conversation so much harder. She only spoke when spoken to, and barely even then.
But I am very confident that it’ll be different this time. I mean, I know Juliette, and the other girl wont get lonely if she has Juliette. So I won’t be the one sitting there, desperately trying to get to say something.
But Olesja was weird. I mean, the girl wore too small light-purple pants and a top that showed off half her stomach. The half not covered by the pants, which she had also drawn up as much as possible.
And, she didn’t meatballs. I would understand if she had been an vegetarian. But no. She just didn’t eat meatballs.
And I’m sorry, but in my book, people eat meatballs. Okay, Swedish people eat meatballs, everybody else just should.
But even though my nerves are showing, I think next week will be a success.
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Now, I have been thinking today. Yes, actually thinking about normal stuff. Like, how the opposite of acceleration is retardation. Retardation. Image that is slow-motion. Reeeeetaaaaardaaaaaaatiiioooooon.
I find it very funny. And my classmates found it even more funny, and there of the laughter. Torsten, of course, is starting to wonder why he became a teacher. At least why he had to get our class. I don’t know, I am actually beginning to think they we are really stupid. But don’t tell anyone. They might not like that.
(Reeeeetardaaaaatiooooon)
And how is anyone expecting us to survive the day on a, a don’t know what, fish. I don’t like fish. Fish, is to me slimy and oddly cute. So I don’t eat fish, when it looks like fish. I eat fish fingers, but that is like 25% fish. So it doesn’t really count does it?
Of course, the only things I ate as a kid was mackerel, a special kind of bread and ….. somthing more.
Yes. I was a very weird kid. Very. Weird.
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I have no fingers on my left hand. I know that. I have been living with it for, of lets say 15 years, seven months minus seventeen days.
I know I can’t do everything, like stand of my hands, carry more than ten things at the same time, and so on.
You guys understand why I don’t like gym?
I think the worst times are when we are having some kind of adventure trail, when we have to get around the room without touching the floor. It usually involves a rope.
A Rope = hanging in the rope = actually holding onto the rope. Now, if I has superstrenghts, I could hang on with just one hand. But I don’t.
Anyhow, today we had jumpropes, which was really fun! I don’t think I have actually done that since, what, fourth grade? So it was fun. You could definitely tell which ones who had actually done it before in their life and the oned that hadn’t.
But the last fifteen minutes of class we were supposed to juggle. Yeah.
Not going to happen.
So while everybody else were having fun with these training fabricts (instead of balls) I sat on the floor and brooded. I think I have te right to do that sometimes. Yes, I know very well that i am so lucky compared to many others, but that doesn’t stop me from breaking down sometimes. Just wishing that I could be like everybody else, at least in that way.
I have actually been very lucky with this. I knew some kids that had no arms at all, no legs or both. So I consider myself lucky. Also woth the teasing-factor. You’d think that all the kids would bug me about this, but they don’t.
The onle ones that really bugged me were the little children always asking. When I got tired, I simply told them that I had sawed it of in chop-class.
A bunch of wide-eyes children always ran away from me when I walked out on the schoolyard.
When I got into ‘mellanstadiet’ (fourth -sixth grade) I had very good friends sticking up to me. I remember one time when this one guy started hassling us by the toys. He said that I couldn’t fight back, because I only had one hand. Then Nina, and I think it was Josefin told him that we would all fight him, that would make it five hand against two.
See? Friends are amaxing to have.
But in sixth grade.. There was Fredrik. Fredrik was, is, an complete asshole. He always made remarks about my hand and always (ALWAYS) hit me. Being a very nice girl (at the time) I never fought back. Instead I told my mom. She, much to my dismay, told my teacher who told his parents.
Of course this did not help.
So one day, after a remark and a few punches on the nerve on my shoulder I simply hit back and puched him do the ground.
About a year ago, last christmas in fact, I met him on BR Toys. Do I really need to say that when he looked at me, his eyes widened and then he hurried away.
Had I know it would take that little to scare the “coolest guy in school”, hell, I would have done it long ago.
Well, now I should go to bed. I can’t believe I am actually sitting here at 10 pm and eating these delicious cookies, (maybe just one more) when I should have been cleaning my room, or something.
Well, cookies and I am in a very passionate relationship, and i would never want to hurt them by refused to eat them.
Good night, and DFTBA
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