Waking up early for the second time this weekend. It’s a small snowstorm outside but in here it’s warm thankfully. For a second I wonder why I’ve woken up this early, given that I got home late last night. Then I realize I have a paw in my face. Someone wants attention. Yes, there’s a little tiger living in my apartment from now on. Little My, or Mysan as I like to call her. Nothing planned, rather an impulse. A child needing rescue. And as a friend said, children are rarely planned, haha. She’s probably right.

So yeah, another week. Another good week I should say, despite barely remembering what I did. But I seem to still be devoid of any real involvement. It’s as if I’m somewhat detached, numb. Though it should be said I still laugh heartily and often. The feelings I do get are thanks to the lingering heartache and my weakness to all things beautiful. Like the pair of shoes that Adina had bought in Camden, London, haha.

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Friday night saw the annual Christmas party at work, and this year’s hosts were Magnus and Mattias. Gubbafton, as they themselves titled it. But it was fun. Fake beards, schnapps, beer tasting and “På Spåret” (quiz basically). I got healthily drunk as is tradition but when the activities ended so did I. I just fell out of it and went straight home. Woke up early the day afterwards and couldn’t go back to sleep. Seems to be a recurring theme whenever I’m hungover. Led to me being tired for most of the day.

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But then in the evening I was reenergized thankfully, as it was time to go to Gothenburg and Scandinavium yet again and this time to see the son of Gothenburg himself – Håkan Hellström. You know, I was never a huge fan of Håkan until the latest album. But those songs they just reached out to my heart like not many others have before. Maybe it was the timing, maybe it was the current me, or maybe it was the quality of his songs. I don’t know and it doesn’t really matter. The show was 150 minutes of awesome really. Mixing old and new. And finishing with some of the best songs he has done and with a live performance that I haven’t really seen before. I also like the small talks in between some of the songs. He’s such a sweetheart and you feel like you can relate to all he is singing and all he is saying. There were many memorable songs yesterday – Pistol, Ramlar, Du kan gå din egen väg, Känn ingen sorg för mig Göteborg, När lyktorna tänds, Valborg, Det är så jag säger det, Kärlek är ett brev skickat tusen gånger. So many. But without doubt the best song of the evening hands down: Det kommer aldrig va över för mig. Electric feeling and atmosphere, and my theme for 2013. So emotional. You could see him singing from his heart, and the guitars just resonated with your soul. Humming and singing it (or Valborg for that matter) is impossible for me. My voice chokes up before finishing a single verse. Thanks Håkan! Really, thanks <3 <3 <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwWc9uYE3_I https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ba2g71d3S48 I don't know if it is yesterday's concert that awoke something in me but I'm so emotional and overly sensitive this morning. Taking to tears by the slightest provocation. Seriously, what's wrong with me? I feel as if I should take this opportunity and thank some of my friends though. The year is coming to a close, faster than one might imagine. But let's not talk about 2013 quite yet. I just want to say to Andreas, Eric, Anna, Stina, Kristofer, Erik, Björn, Eva, Alma, Adina and probably a few others: Thanks! <3 You know I wouldn't have been able to take this year on without you. I love you a whole lot despite what I might say sometimes. And I don't know whatever I would do without you. Seriously. Right, there we go again T_T Hope you've had a good weekend, whoever you might be :,)