I haven’t written in here much. I keep getting lazy with it and there really hasn’t been anything eventful to really talk about?

I got in a semi-argument today with the guy who brought my free chair. He was just really rude and got upset that I didn’t come forward sooner.  I mean I would have, but I didn’t know until 2 days ago that I was even supposed to have 2 chairs, nor did I know what they were supposed to look like.  He said something about a yellow list having everything listed, to which I snapped back, “Does it look like there is a yellow list on my door?” He then got quieter and less aggressive…or as aggressive as swedes are which I haven’t really seen a truely aggressive swede..but you know. Everyone’s different and I know there are some out there. But, yes. He eventually left and I got a chair, but it’s regular and short and not an arbetsstol so I will go back to Heimstaden again…since I dont particularly like sitting on a make-shift booster seat (my pillow) to be able to kind of reach my keyboard.

But the real point of this post is to tell you that I’ve passed on a family tradition. Haha~ A few days ago I was talking with Jonatan and Sanna aaand I guess somehow grandma got brought up.  So, I eventually told them about the “What’s the word of the day grandma?” “IIIINDEEEED~” and her guitar. So, for the past few days whenever I run into Jonatan it goes like this.

Jonatan: What’s the word of the day, Nicole?

Me: INDEEED! ….Play your guitar, Jonatan!

Jonatan: *plays the air guitar*

Super lame, but super amusing for me.  Aaand, apparently my door mirror makes objects wider than they appear.  For Sanna said earlier, “My ass looks like Asia.”

The end!

So, momface and I just got back from Italy the other day.  I took some notes while we were there in hopes that I wouldn’t forget parts of the trip or what have you.

DAY 1

First, at Skavsta we had some dramas at the airport because the Swedish check-in people are anal about stupid crap.  We didn’t have our boarding number with us at the time, and yes that is our fault, BUT she had a computer right there. All she would of had to of done was look it up instead of sending us to some help desk when we’re already late-ish because the check-in was giving glitches and all.  Luckily, the lady at the help desk or whatever checked us in even though she’s not supposed to.  So we ran and checked our baggage to a lady that was from Louisville, Kentucky.  That was amusing, then ran to our gate. However, not before some Swedish stewardess lady tried to tell mom she could only have one carry on.  Yes, we know this rule, BUT I don’t think medical equipment counts as a carry on.  So, I glared at them and told them the check-in people had no problem with it! So after saying that to two of the anal Swedish-lady workers, we got on the plane. Funnily, our plane was delayed almost an hour because there was fog in Rome.  I would have been really upset if we didn’t make the plane and we then found it was just chilling out on the runway.  Mom and I couldn’t sit by each other because we were one of the last peoples on the plane, sooo yeah.

Once we arrived in Italy we didn’t even have to go through customs.  Which, confused me because we had to when I went to Scotland and…well…isn’t that strange?  So, yeah no Italy stamp in my passport. How sad.

The first day we just kind of wandered around on our own and saw some unique sights, like the cat sanctuary, which is this little…place of ruins that’s gated in the middle of town…where cats live.  I heard later that they put them there because they were hanging out at the colosseum and people probably didn’t want that.

We ate our first delicious meal at Rosso-something or other.  It was really good, tasted different, obviously…but it was delicious! You can never go wrong with Italian food, especially Italian food in Italy!

We went to Piazza Navona which is a little shopping market thing and it has kind of started to rain by then, but we were just walking and some guy screams at me: “Hey! You lost!  You lost!…You looost!” and I just kind of stare at this Italian guy as I walk on, but I turn around thinking maybe I dropped something…there was nothing there, so I turn back to the guy and he says, “You lost my heart~” with this cheeky grin and wink.  Like, I thought that only happened in movies, so I thought it was pretty funny. Living up those stereotypes haha~

Oh, but speaking of the rain.  There were so many people out trying to sell umbrellas.  It reminded me of the Caribbean with the women going “Braid your hair?! Braid your hair?!” except this time it was “Umbrella?! Umbrella?!”

We went back to our hotel, which was…salmon colored inside haha.  They had super tiny elevators which I imagine would freak claustrophobic people out something serious. The beds were HORRIBLE. They were extremely hard, like you were laying on the floor with no bed and the pillows felt like bags of sand, they were hard and so heavy.  I had neck and back pains the whole week because of that. 😦

That night we also watched the Benjamin Button movie, which was pretty interesting… though a bit sad at the end.

DAY 2

We got up a bit late, even though we went to bed early.  Like 10pm early.  So that was kind of a bummer.

We took the Green Light Tours on the ‘Imperial Rome Tour’ and got to see the Colosseum, Circus Maximus, the Roman Forum, St. Paul’s Basilica, among other things.  It was really interesting and our tour guide actually knew a lot of stuff.  I amusingly got to brush up on my Japanese since part of the tour was done by a Japanese lady for the Japanese couple on the bus.  Wasn’t expecting that in Rome.

After the tour we went shopping a bit and got a Rome magnet for our magnet collection on our fridge at home. Haha~ Aaand we ate some more fooods and ICE CREAM! (gelato?) Which was the main theme of the week, really.

DAY 3

Mom and I both started to get sick.  We bought some medicine the night before at a pharmacy, but yeah neither of us knew what was in it haha.  I think the city really just…made us catch something.  I’m not sure if that’s what happened for mom, but I know I’m personally used to the fresh air of Sweden and well…Rome isn’t really clean.  It seems like everyone smokes and the pollution is so bad that it’s even screwing up paint on buildings and making the colosseum turn black to put it into some perspective.

This day we went to the Spanish Steps and the Trevi Fountain, which was sooo pretty!  We also went to the Vatican that evening.  It’s really pretty at night and they still had a nativity scene up and a massive Christmas tree in the center in front of St. Peter’s Basilica.

Went to more shops and wandered some more haha.

DAY 4

We spent the first part of the morning/afternoon looking for Eternity Tours and failed.  So, we took the metro (our favorite form of transportation in Rome) to the Vatican.  We did an audio tour of the museum and this SKANK tour guide, touring a group, freaked out at mom and I because we were looking at a painting she was showing her tour group.  It was RIDICULOUS.  We didn’t know that the 20 or so pictures around the garden (?) were of the same picture, or we wouldn’t have went to look, but they were at the closest one, so we went to it.  Oooh, I wanted to punch her in the throat!  But, anyway! We went to see the Sistine Chapel, which was super pretty…but mom and I don’t really care much for museums, so after we accomplished that we kind of bailed on the “modern” parts of the museum.

So again, we went to the Colosseum and just missed it before it closed…so we didn’t get to go inside aaand that was sad.  Aaand we went to get fooodage and by that time I was feeling extremely sick.  My head was hot, my stomach and throat hurt, it was just no good.  So mom insisted I go back to the roooom, so I went back and just kind of chillaxed, trying to feel a bit better…which was hard on those crap beds! Grrr.  But, it luckily was late by then so I didn’t feel like I was missing too much as mom went off on a bus adventure.

DAY 5

We left the airport yesterday aaand yeah.  The guy who checked us in for Ryanair, totally did NOT weigh our baggage or check our ID or ANYTHING really.  The guys in Rome are super laidback about the rules it seems, unlike the girls in Sweden. Man!  Champino (sp) airport was definitely a cluster though.  So unorganized and ahhh! I miss the queues in Sweden. I love lines. I LOVE THEM.

So, when we got into Stockholm after the bus ride from Skavsta, mom took Arlanda Express to the hotel and I took the 5:11 SJ train to Uppsala. I had to wait about an hour after mom had already left because the trains were all running on holiday schedule I guess?  Because of the epiphany? WTF is that? The first time I ever even heard of the holiday was MAYBE two weeks ago?  And Sweden is soooo ATHIEST what is that nonsense?  I mean in Jesusland USA we don’t celebrate it, but they do here? What the heck?  So, that was annoying, it was also stressful because that meant Uppsala buses were also on holiday schedule. But, I managed to get back to my room and swap out mine and mom’s stuff, then I went baaack to the train station and lucky for me all the trains to Arlanda were on a NORMAL schedule, so I got there by 8 o’clock.  So, yes.  I hung out in the hotel with mom for the night and we watched Mythbusters and talked and stuff…

TODAY

Then today, we woke up aaand got ready and all.  Had some pastaaa (even though I had half a bowl left…couldn’t eat any more D: ) and said byebye to mom as she went back to the states. Sooo, she should be arriving at around 11ish in Atlanta, and then in Ohio at around 2am.  My time of course, not EST.

So, yes!  I’ve been keeping busy all afternoon and I’m still uploading videos of our trip to my Youtube account.  I need to upload our many pictures too, but I’m worried I’m going to lose them all.  Pray that I don’t. D:

http://www.youtube.com/nikkygeneration

So, today was supposed to be a good relaxing day in Skavsta, instead it turned into chaos.  Everything was fine and dandy until we got onto the train to Skavsta at 2:40, when mom realized we didn’t have her purse as our bag.  I’m really hoping it’s somewhere on the train.  We jumped off the train and I ran upstairs to central station lobbyland or whatever to where we were sitting in hopes of finding it, no luck.  So, we asked around and asked the infomation people. Nothing.  Mom had that thing glued to her practically so I don’t see how it could’ve gotten stolen but sometime between the benches in the lobby down to the train, it disappeared.  I checked under the seats and I didn’t see it, but maybe it got kicked further or something? I just hope it’s on the train and is found by tomorrow. We need to call and see tomorrow, or I may have someone else do it for me…but yeah, no good.  It had mom’s credit cards, video camera, regular camera, DS, and like 40~60 dollars in US cash and like 100 sek, which isn’t THAT much.  But, still. It scks. We already called and got the cards cancelled and other than that there’s not much we can do.  We finally got to Skavsta at like 7.  We’re still going to Italy still and will use my credit card.  I hope things get better from here on out.  That’d be great.

Oh and the lady at Forex at Skavsta was amazingly nice, seriously 🙂 She should get an award for being so awesome.

So after my class today with the teacher who basically hates me, I went into town with Per and Suyin.  Which was good, because for the past week I’ve been getting more and more depressed.  I think the darkness dealio is starting to sink in and it really makes for some depressing days.  In the winter back home, I may occasionaly get depressed at night, but here it’s like I start the day off being sad.  And then the sun starts setting around 2-something, and well…it’s just sad!

But, yes.  So, I asked Per and Suyin to hang out with meee for a bit because of that and because I miiiss them. Haha~  So yes, we went into town and they finally have all the Christmas lights above the streets up, so everything looks really pretty and festive.  In Stora Torget they have these giant Christmas packages with holes in them and when you look inside there’s some…scene going on.  Like one had a table with a rocking chair and a Christmas tree…it was kind of random, but whatever. Better than nothing!

We went to Class Ohlsson, since Suyin insisted, and I bought a little Christmas treeee and some wintery things for my window.  This means I can take down my halloween decorations from my window, but they’re staying up on my walls in the room, because without them it would be bare and that is DEPRESSING.

Aaand yes. So then we went to MAX, which is this Swedish fastfood dealio (I think it’s Swedish?) and got foood cause Per and I were pretty hungry.  But while we were sitting there, these little punkass kids came and were being OBNOXIOUSLY loud.  They were foreigners too I might add.  So, this swedish girl told them to shut up because they were being ridiculous and the boy (who was probably like 12) called her a racist.  Here I was thinking crap like that only happened in the states!  So, later she asked them to be quiet again and the boy called her a skank/slut/etc…the PC term is probably prostitute, but whatever.  If I were able to speak Swedish I would’ve said something and if I were in America, I would’ve said something.  Freaking brats.  So, as they’re leaving/getting told to go, this boy like kicks the chair at the girl. I’m like, “SERIOUSLY?” and then this little brat girl comes a long and kicks her chair as well.  The Swedish girls’ group was just rolling their eyes at them, and told them to shut up because she was on the phone.  It’s funny seeing 11 year olds try to be badass.  It fails.  But, I’m honestly surprised the Swedish girl didn’t turn around and backhand those kids.  I would have or I would have at least stood up and caused an even bigger scene.  But, I guess you’re not allowed to hit people and stuff here like that…according to Per.  They kept leaving the building and coming back, so one of the girls’ friends (who is an employee) came and locked the door so they couldn’t get back in through that enterance, haha.

So after some more drama they eventually leeeft and we were able to eat in peace…and stuff.  Per was just kinda sitting there so I reached over and pressed on his stomach with my arm, it wasn’t even like a full on hit…but I guess I knocked the wind out of him aaand I felt so bad!!!  But his face looked really funny according to Suyin.  Aweh, I really felt bad though, buuut he doesn’t hate me so that’s good rofl~

Oh! Aaand I think I’m going to Gävle to see giant goat time on Saturday with Ingrid and co. 😀

How’s that for random trains of thought? 😀