Hair (pt. 3)

When I was 15, me and my mop haired friend (adem) started growing our hair. I had no idea that my hair would curl and form an afro (it was straight when it was short). Adem introduced me to At The Drive-In and so then I had no worries about having an afro.
While I was on placement (i know this is a long time ago but in the agnsty state I am in now, I'm thinking back on moments like this)... as i was stuffing my hair into a surgical cap before going into theatre (to x-ray) one of the surgical nurses said (under his breath just loud enough so i could hear) "white man's afro"

... huh?? Was he emplying that i was 'trying' to be black?? by purposely afro-ing my hair?? like i should chop off my naturally afro forming hair coz it only belongs on a black person. aaa, GOSH,

Nyponsoppa

I found a box of nyponsoppa (rosebud soup) in the back of the cupboard. I had bought it back from Sweden waay back, long time ago. A gift for my parents... they claim to never have found the right occasion to have it, whereas I'm finding that every occasion in good for nyponsoppa. I enjoy it with vanilla icecream; anytime (I just had some).
My mom has a never ending list of chores, I've gotten away with not sweeping the front doorstep yet but 'dang', I feel so guilty... and everytime i close my eyes i see my art drawn better...another thing that is nice is that we found some of my brother Mike's A-level artwork and now thats on display in prominant parts of the house.

this picture rocks; Self Portrait: By Mike Henson

nightmare

i had a dream a killer man was killing people and then suddenly i found myself in the kitchen with him!! with his sharpened cheese knife in his hand and his curly afro hair (sounds a bit like me) he edged towards me.
i (with no effort) took the cheese knife off him and stabbed him... it was like stabbing a sofa, no blood just stuffing (he was clearly not a normal human)... so he died. falling down softly (by now he was acctually a stuffed doll).

emma says no-one will ever try and kill me. i really hope not

needing of job

I'm needing a job (is that bad english usage/gramma?), so without a job - i haven't been doing much... it been mostly frustrating. I figured out that the addictive part of muesli is the sugar, so i'm enjoying sugar-free muesli (without the grim consequences of eating to much)... a cheaper type of natural yogurt is better preffered. wenslydale cheese and 'Mrs Balls' Chutney makes mm mmm mm tasty lunches. tomorrow i might have a job...

tierd

I was up and awake and having breakfast at 2:15 this morning. so today I've been climbing back into bed again and again for wierd dreams in short sleeps to help stop the dizzy tierd feeling inside my head.
My head is full of a random repeating swedish phrase: "vilken ar din favorit glas? vilken ar din favorit glas? (what is your favorite icecream?)..."

and now i will start my disertation on prostate cancer screening!

Brighton

Yesturday me and emma went down to Brighton and met up with Swedish friends visiting from Sweden. We had fun, and they asked lots of questions like: "why do the english wrap every single cheese slice in a plastic wrapper? "... hmm, i guess we just don't care about the environment as much. I hope I represented all you UKish well, even if im not big into football.

the best thing is that it feels like the sea and landy bits inbetween England and Sweden has got a little bit smaller.

car

My mom decided to organise all the family's photos. We saw a photo from back when i started uni of me inside my mini. we all said "oooooo", and gazed longinly at the nicely bright and shiny red car. A feeling jumped into emma, she really really REALLY wanted to clean and shinify my car. sure, i wanted to clean it too... but maybe take a few breaks and forget the bits no-one can see.

so we made ice tea and my car shiney then i cut emma's hair.

jon

jon makes nice websites and tasty food