Sorry for not having updated this blog on tuesday, unlike what I had said. i just had neither time nor courage. But today I'm decided to fix that, before going back home and drinking an enormous bowl of tea in front of my philosophy book (the reason being that I'm going to have a test next week and we have to read about thirty pages about empirism and rationalism).

Anyway... I'm so tired that i don't even remember what I wanted to tell you... I haven't slept that much during the past few days and it won't get better before the Chistmas holidays. Today is "sankta Lucia"'s day, and people usually don't sleep much the night before. So yesterday night, I was at Caro's with other friends -and friends' friends - to 'fika' and watch TV.  So we drank glögg and ate Lussekatter and Pepparkakor while watching a Swedish comedy entitled Hip Hip, and then Alladin (yes, all of us are about 18, but we did watch that cartoon...). I'm quite happy, by the way, because despite the fact I was totally exhausted, I understood (almost) everything whothout any big effort.  Well, I finally got back home at 12:30 thanks to Olov who gave me a ride (tack så mycket!)

This morning, at 8:20, instead of going to the first lesson, most of the pupils went to the 'aula' (a kind of big show/conference room in the school) to see the 'Sankta Lucia tåg': pupils (not only girls) sing special songs about light - since Sankta Lucia is about celebrating the light that makes the darks days more enjoyable. It was really nice, and I'm really impressed that so many Swedes can sing so well. Imean...in France, we're not really used to sing...

    What else can I say?... In 9 days, I'll turn eighteen and I'm really not looking forward to it. I know that everyone turns 18 one day, but it makes me feel so old. Most of the people who know that i feel so weird about it keep telling me that 18 isn't much, and that my life has just begun. But actually, who knows??

    Apart from all that, Lovisa has eventually come back to school, still sick but still cheerful, even with her sick witch-like voice, she managed to sing really loudly in the corridors. LOVISA IS BACK! =)

    Ohh by the way: I'm going to Göteborg/Gothenburg from Jan 1st to 6th to see Marion. So I'll take the buss and the train for about fifteen hours. Spännande! I'm really glad to go there; I'm sure those few days will be full of laughs and stupid things...And I have no doubt about this, because even when Marion and I just say 'Hello' to each other, we just burst laughing without knowing why... I just hope she warned her family about that, because if not, they'll probably be a bit surprised at first!

    Before going home, I'll say a few words about the weather here. Actually, it's really unsteady. One day it's rainy and windy and not cold at all, and the next day the temperature is below zero. It's quite annoying, because you never know what the weather will be like the day after.  And it's really weird that it's not snowing at that time of the year....i mean...There are only less than two weeks left before Christmas, and i hope that we'll have a least some snow before that... i want to have a snowy Christmas once in my life!!!

Concerning the daylight...Môsieur Soleil rises up around 9-something o'clock and down before 2pm. But it's not as annoying as what one could think...Especially when it's snowy or when everything's frozen, because it kind of lights everything up... So that's pretty cool, faktiskt.

    Oj, now i have to go. I'm going back home on foot (which Helga thinks is totally crazy, though it only takes 40minutes) and i don't want to get there too late.

    L'heure est à la confusion encéphalique. Mon cerveau, Môsieur l'Encephale de son petit nom, est surbooké. Un vrai p'tit "business'bonhomme". Pourquoi donc, me demanderez vous?

Ben parce que c'est bientôt Noêl, ce qui implique que je dois m'activer une bonne fois pour toutes afin de trouver des cadeaux pour tout le monde (et ca en fait, du monde, cette année!). Et puis que j'ai déjà pris du retard pour les anniversaires de mon Kôtch et de Caro. Et que je dois trouver des cours de guitare. Et que je dois réserver mon billet de train pour Göteborg (là, d'un coup, mon petit coeur - Petit Coeur de son p'tit nom - fait du surf sur la vague de joie qui vient d'envahir ma cage thoracique). Et que, et que blablabla et chiouplala.

    Mâzette, j'ai un tas de trucs à vous narrer, et je ne sais pas par quoi commencer; ce qui implique, vous l'aurez compris, qu'une fois encore cet article n'aura ni narine gauche, ni petit orteil droite.

Il était une fois un "kandidat" (un prof-stagiaire, dirons-nous) au lycée Östra. Ce kandidat, répondant au doux nom de Samuel, aurait pu, ma foi, être relativement mignon, s'il ne prenait pas ses airs de fashion-victim accomplie.  Mais son stage se termina bientôt et c'est avec plaisir que je pus de nouveau être bercé par le caquètement mélodieux de Kristina, la poule-humaine.

Kristina, en effet, est un être particulièrement particulier. En effet, Kristina caquète et bat des ailes (véridique, ca ne s'invente pas, ce genre de choses). J'ai d'ailleurs émis deux hypothèses à son sujet: soit kristina, qui, soit dit en passant, est une femme tout-à-fait adorable,  était une poule dans une vie antérieure, soit elle est arrivée à un stade avancé de la mutation-poulesque. Il faut que je me penche davantage sur la question.

A part ca, et bien sûre sans aucune transition: vendredi soir, je suis allée chez carro pour regarder Idol (la version suédoise de la Nouvelle Star) et enchaîner avec Amélie från Monmartre (comprendre. le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie blabla). En ce qui concerne Idol, c'est Markus qui a gagné, et d'aprés ce que j'ai compris, il vient de la région où j'habite. Quant à Amélie, son potentiel séduction n'a pas trop fonctionné chez mes amis suédois, qui n'ont, je crois, rien compris, ni à lähistoire, et à la beauté, pourtant indéniable, de ce film. Mais bon, les chips et le "glog" (boisson spéciale de Noël; pardon si j'écorche le nom) étaient bons.

Cette soirée, qui ressemble à toutes celles racontées dans mes articles précédents, s'est pourtant révélée être une véritable expédition. Explications: sur les conseils de Caro, j'ai pris le bus jusqu'à l'hopital, où j'étais censée changer et prendre un deuxième bus pour Holmsund. Caro m'avait dit : "arrêt A"; moi, of course, je l'ai crue. Seulement, au bout d'une bonne quinzaine de minutes dans le froid, j'ai lu la feuille accrochée sur le vitre de l'arrêt de bus, et sur laquelle était écrit que la ligne 124 était transféré à l'arrêt G. Attention, j'ai pigé ca tout en entretenant une conversation de la plus haute importance au téléphone avec ma chére amie Anne-Sophie. Enfin bref, j'ai eu froid, j'ai maudit les bus suédois, mais tout ca dans la bonne humeur, grâce à anne-So qui m'a donné de super bonnes nouvelles!!!

Bon...je dois m'en aller. Je complèterai sans doute cet article dans la semaine, car je crosi ne vous avoir raconté que 12,04% des choses que j'avais à vous narrer. 

Ciao donc.

(Marion, verdict sur cet article? Mon style pourri revient, je suis happy!)

    Hej!

   I'm sorry for writing so late...I tried to start this article a few timeslast week, but I had no inspiration and I though quite much things happened, I didn't know how to tell them... Actually, i still don't have any inspiration and this article is bound to be the most boring in the blog.

    Anyway, let me star byt quite a funny thing..Almost two weeks ago, as i told you in the last article, Lovisa and i were waging a kind of funny war...One of the rules was that we weren't allowed to take other people on our side. But I had a cool idea and I really couldn't achieve it on my own; so i cheated and asked Caro to help me (sorry for that, Caro). My idea was to empty Lovisa's locker and to put everything is mine...Ok. I must admit that the idea wasn't that great, but still...It could have been really fun if in our excitement, we hadn't broken anything. Unfortunately, we did. A bottle of 'Riga-Balsam'-thing fell and broke on the floor... Caro and I didn't know what to do...So first, as it really smelt in the corridor, we decided to clean everything...Which was a hard task. Then Caro phoned the Systembolaget to know how we could get one. Systembolaget is a kind of alcohol store, and you have to be...20 years old to be allowed to get in. So anyway, neither Caro nor I could buy another bottle. Then we thought about ordering one from Finland or Letland, but the alcohol rate is too high so one can't be sent such a thing.   Conclusion: the joke failed, but we laughed...(Lovisa didn't laugh at all, though...And I lost the war).

    Now I have to tell you about something really, really great: I did an exposé in philosophy, about Jean-Paul Sartre. And in Swedish!!! Ok, I guess my pronounciation was quite awful, but Simon then told me it went good, as so did other people. So...tack så mycket =)

    Last Friday, as well as on tuesday, we had to sit for the Nationella Prov in Swedish...There's no use to tell you that I failed...But anyway it was cool to see what I was able to do in that language or not.

    Last Monday, I went to Vilhelmina in lappland with Ola, because he had a kind of meeting there and he asked me if I wanted to go there with him. Well, actually i didn't do much there, but it was nice to travel in that part of the country... Even if all you can see when you travel throughout Sweden is: trees, trees, trees, rens, trees, trees.

    Now, i'll talk about the numerous times I almost fell while trying to walk on the ice, because I promised it to Kôtch before leaving France... =P  I must say that I'm far from being a professionnal 'walker-on-ice' (Can't find any other word, sorry), which Lovisa noticed. As a result, she tried to explained to me how to put your feet on the ground in order not to slide...But it was so funny to see her walking in that way that I couldn't watch for long and i decided that my way of walking would remain unchanged till winter ends. Consequently, of course, I nearly fall every five minutes.

The funny thing is that when you almost fall, it looks so ridiculous that you don't even dare take a look behind and see if someone saw you. So you kind of isolate yourself in your own world, hoping that the presence you feel behind you is just an effect of your imagination and that you are, in reality, totally alone in that street that has become your enemy...Yes. In winter, streets are your enemies, and each person walking behind you is a potential enemy too, since he or she is probably laughing at you.

Fortunately, when I came home a few hours ago and slided and fell like a big cow (or like anything else; you can choose), no-one saw me... The street I live in is thus not my ennemy.

    Oh, last week, I was at the cafeteria with Lovisa (as always) and we bought a coffee. i mean, two coffees, not one for two....Whatever...I filled my cup too much and coffee started to spread everywhere on my hands, on the floors, blablabla. So Lovisa, who, although she's my enemy in our Funny War, is a very nice person, hurried to take a few 'serviettes'(I don't remember the English word...Yes! 'Towels'). Anyway. I put my cup in her hands to be able to clean the rest, and then I tried to drink a little, while the cup was still in her hands, so as to be able to take it back without doing another catastrophe. But while I was drinking (you have to imagine me bending over to drink without touching the cup, because my hands were busy with preventing my hair to fall in the cup) - so, while I was drinking, my look met Lovisa's ans i burst laughing... There was like a big wave and coffee spread on Lovisas hands. What's 'cool' (well ok, it's maybe not that cool for her) is that from that moment to the moment I went back with some more towels, she remained totally stoical....

    Ohhhh I've got something really important and unbelievable to tell you: I gained almost 4kg!!!! That's great, isn't it? I weighed myself last week, just to see...That's actually something I never do because I usually eat anything without taking any single gram. When I saw that, I was like filled with a strange feeling: Claire can gain some weight. That's sooo cool =)  So, Ange Supérieur, be reassured: I've been following your advice: I eat well, i sleep well, I have a big coat.

    One more thing: Kôtch, I read 'Le Cahier de l'Amitié' on saturday night and laughed a lot about it. But something's wrong: you promised you'd tell me each month the number of 'cartouches' your collected...You didn't!!!! Please tell me!! ;P haha

    Oh, before leaving. last night, around one o'clock, Lovisa sent me an sms to tell me:...

"Sorry for sending an sms, but I can't say it in any other way. i must tell you it, it's meaningless to wait any longer. It's better to do it now! It would be even harder for you otherwise. i can no longer lie to you, we are both grow-ups and I hopeyou understand me.i know that it'll be difficult for you, it's not easy for me either. I'm writing to you because someone has to to tell you that...Santa Klaus DOESN'T exist!"

The funny war keeps going, I guess... Lovisette, beware. jag har många jättebra idéer...Gnééééééé.