Fin de semana catalana

This weekend has been completely guay. First of all, the weather was nice. Importante. Second of all, Malmö was invaded by Spanish people from all of Catalunya! Even more importante! We were there all day yesterday, watching gegants and capgrossos, trying to comprehend how to bailar sardanes, and above all, speaking Spanish. With each other - for some reason it felt completely natural when being surrounded by catalanes - and with the people at the information center. Guay, as previously stated.

But I wonder... Was I really annoying when I was fourteen? Jumping around, screaming, pretend-fighting, hitting my friends with empty water bottles and pulling their hair? The girls waiting for the bus along with us made me want to slap them, shout for a bit, and then go home to enjoy a cup of tea. I felt so old. But really, is it possible for fourteen year olds to have become older and younger at the same time? They may look older, but they behave more childish than ever.

Or is it just my old age talking?

We also made a visit to Ikea, which I love for many reasons, and one of them is that you get to study men/women dynamics. It's awesome how men and women play such different roles in there. The men are very clearly there to drive the car, do the heavy lifting and possibly pay for whatever is bought. Maybe even look after the kids. They do their thing, find what they've come there to buy and then run through the house for the tills. The women on the other hand stop at every department, go 'ooh' and 'aah' over cute picture frames, pillows and lampshades, and try to convince the husband they really do need that new carpet for the living room.

It's hillarious. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I am indeed one of the women who go 'ooh' over cute picture frames.

I even bought one.

When going through my notes from the classes in Bcn I realised just how dirty our teacher Rosa was. 'Cachondo'? 'Hacerse paja' (with the definition "tener el sexo con tu mismo - los hombres lo hacen normalmente con la mano")? 'Que te folle un pez'? 'Tirarse de alguien'? You gotta love her, teaching us stuff like that.

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eta.
If there was ever an actor ruined by a role, it's the dude playing mr Perry in Dead Poets Society - not even That 70th Show can redeem him for me. Whenever I see him, all I can think is "You bastard, you killed Neil!"