this weekend i spent at popaganda, surfing between different friends. though i was a bit sick i, as a true trooper with the help of painkillers and porridge (i really do love porridge), fixed my hair and wore red lipstick and to summarize the festival:
- arcade fire was fantastic
- lykke li a disappointment
- säkert! was lovely
- midlake a very welcome new acquaintance
- i was penniless and hungry, overdosed on them free dr peppers
- i was once again amazed by how gorgeus people here look
now i will return to my finncrisps and some fantastically overdramatic tv-show.
(and i still quote david nicholls, actually even in real life, when talking. and on friday i got the nicest of compliments as a girl told me that i have the loveliest way of talking, calm, soothing and soft, so i got very flattered and happy and from now on i'll do my best to be talking at all times, to babble out all them quotes i know by heart because i will surely run out of own thoughts terribly quickly, and i will so hold on to that little compliment as well as i ever can, treasure it, even to such an extent that everyone will grow weary of this calm, soothing, soft voice of mine.)
