In which there was no Ark necessary
There was no paddling necessary this weekend - trains to and from Kristianstad ran like clockwork despite the pouring rain, thank unnamed deity. Had a great time, even got to meet up with Pernilla yesterday, which was lovely. Hadn't seen her since December. Christ.
Highlights from the weekend included the best Greek food ever, a cousin gathering behind us that made me and Julia almost collapse with laughter - du, den där gödkalven, hur sajor du dé po utrikiska? - the white porn sofas, boobs-shaking and the now official Kristianstad Dance.
You girls? Are awesome.
Oh, and also? LIMONAOD!
...
Damn it. We heard 'Chasing Cars' on the radio yesterday, and Annica and I both got all 'Oooh!' and of course started talking about that Grey's Anatomy episode. So I thought I'd watch it today.
At the first chords of that stupid, stupid song I actually had to close VLC because I was already teary-eyed and would without question have started crying my eyes out if I'd watched for another second. Damn it. Again.
"He died all alone. He was alone. I changed my dress three times. I wanted to look nice. I would have been here sooner, but I couldn't figure out which dress to wear."
"You can't stay here. I know you want to..."
"Can you please, please, just get out? I want to be alone with Denny."
"Izzie, that's not Denny."
"Shut up."
"Izz, it's not Denny. The minute his heart stopped beating he stopped being Denny. Now I know you love him, but he also loved you. And a guy that loves you like that, he doesn't want you to do this to yourself. Because it's not Denny, not anymore.
"An hour ago he was proposing. And now... and now he's going to the morgue. Isn't that ridiculous? Isn't that - the most ridiculous piece of crap - you've ever heard?"
*breaks down* Damn you all.
Highlights from the weekend included the best Greek food ever, a cousin gathering behind us that made me and Julia almost collapse with laughter - du, den där gödkalven, hur sajor du dé po utrikiska? - the white porn sofas, boobs-shaking and the now official Kristianstad Dance.
You girls? Are awesome.
Oh, and also? LIMONAOD!
...
Damn it. We heard 'Chasing Cars' on the radio yesterday, and Annica and I both got all 'Oooh!' and of course started talking about that Grey's Anatomy episode. So I thought I'd watch it today.
At the first chords of that stupid, stupid song I actually had to close VLC because I was already teary-eyed and would without question have started crying my eyes out if I'd watched for another second. Damn it. Again.
"He died all alone. He was alone. I changed my dress three times. I wanted to look nice. I would have been here sooner, but I couldn't figure out which dress to wear."
"You can't stay here. I know you want to..."
"Can you please, please, just get out? I want to be alone with Denny."
"Izzie, that's not Denny."
"Shut up."
"Izz, it's not Denny. The minute his heart stopped beating he stopped being Denny. Now I know you love him, but he also loved you. And a guy that loves you like that, he doesn't want you to do this to yourself. Because it's not Denny, not anymore.
"An hour ago he was proposing. And now... and now he's going to the morgue. Isn't that ridiculous? Isn't that - the most ridiculous piece of crap - you've ever heard?"
*breaks down* Damn you all.
9 comments:
And THAT -- that right there -- is why I can't watch that show. I too would die, right there on the spot. :D
"Boobs-shaking"? No. Boob-shaking. It's like "cow-tipping". One boob speaks for all the boobs. :D
When you're in a bad mood it's awesome, though - you have a reason to bawl your heart out. Sniff.
And look at my English teacher! What would I do without you? ;) I did not know that. But it makes sense - one boob can often be eloquent enough. :D
Therapy through television. Hm. I'll have to look into this...
I've tried to think of another example of this type of grammar, but nothing's registering in my head. But as soon as I think of one? You'll be the next to know. :)
Hmm... Den officiella Kristianstaddansen och gödkalv?? Här missar man saker för att man har tåg att passa! Tur att porrsoffe-stunden och tuttskakandet inföll TIDIGT på kvällen åtminstone så jag kunde vara med på det. ;) :D
Jag är redan sugen på grekisk mat igen, yummy!
"Sight seeing" perhaps?
Hehe, gödkalven var ju på restaurangen. Den där killen var otroligt underhållande att ha bakom sig (och nej, inte på det viset, snuskiga typer!). Men Kristianstaddansen, ja, där missade du nåt. Vi får lära dig nästa gång vi ses! Bara det finns öl, så kan man dansa den.
Oh, jag vill också ha grekisk mat igen, Yummy indeed.
Jahaaa, var det bara han! :D Ja det var en utpräglad dialekt!
Haha! Men det faktum att alla var kusiner var ju helt klart grädden på moset. Hahaha! Jisses vad trevligt det var att hänga i K-stad med er girls. och tack så jättemycket för ikväll katta, det var megatrevligt. kramar i massor!
Jag hoppas att jag och mina kusiner aldrig kommer att låta sådär. *ryser*
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