This place ain’t familiar yet but I’m sure I could fit in here.
My neighbours stay up late at night.
I like this big city atmosphere.
On every wall around our block there are posters that I like.
There are major changes in the air.
I can feel it’s heartbeat pump.
And the wages I get from the cleaning job pays the rent but not much more.
But it’s a halftime job and the afternoons are free.
I think I like this city.
I think I like this city.
I can’t believe I’m here and that I don’t fear tomorrow anymore.
I think we might be headed for a great time.
So look at me, tell me what you see and give me a left cheek kiss.
If this is not called happiness and don’t know what it is.
So take a deep breath, tell me what you smell.
I smell a good time in my life.
If this is not called happiness and don’t know what it is.
Here’s an absolutely horrible video with the lyrics for this song by Billie The Vision & The Dancers subtitled in i’m guessing spanish… Anyway, i thought of this song today while i was sitting on my balcony watching a guy with a towing truck (bärgningsbil), a woman with a dog and a car that made all the noises it possible could have as an alarm. I wish i had filmed it, it was sooo funny. First it sounded like a regular car-alarm, then another regular car-alarm, then it started some kind of weird melody, then it sounded like an ambulance and so on, until it just stopped, as if it had run out of sounds to make. Anyway i was watching this really weird scene from my balcony and i felt like ”yeah, these are my weird neighbours, this is my hood now, this is my town”. I still miss Sweden and especially Stockholm, but i’ve realized i will probably miss Montréal a lot when i go home. As said on my facebook-status, why can’t Montréal be closer to Stockholm? Everything would be much easier if everything wasn’t so far away!
Anyway. I know you’ve all been waiting for the details from yesterday evening (speciellt Petra, en av mina trognaste läsare!). And you won’t have to wait no more!
First of all, here are the pictures:
Så. Skall jag ta det på engelska eller på svenska? I’m thinking english. Since i talk so much english and the whole evening (except one really weird bit) happened in english it wouldn’t be right to write it in swedish. And also i get complains now and then for my poor translation activity. Sorry about that. So, while i’m here in foreign land i will write so the foreigners understand too. Good eyeh?
So. I’m taking it from the beginning. It’s a bloody long story so if you’re not up for it, don’t read it. I’m going to tell you every little detail about everything. But first i’m going to eat a cookie. Ha!
So the first week in Montréal i was miserable. I didn’t know anyone and i had nothing to do. And when i’m bored, i hang out on facebook (which do all the time anyway, but still). Anyway, this guy, Johnny, who added me a few weeks ago with the message ”girl you are cute”, he was online so i started talking to him, and told him about my situation, and then he said he had friends in Montréal, and then me and his friend Matt started talking. And so yesterday, we met. He was gonna show me the good parts of this bloody town. And he did. At first it was a bit chaotic, we had decided to meet at a subwaystation called Mont Royal, but i was a bit late, so i texted him that i was going to be a bit late, and then my phone died, cause stupid as i am i hadn’t charged it. Anyway, so when my phone was dead, Matt texted me that i could just tell him when i was close and he’d go, but as it was dead, i didn’t know, and i couldn’t have anyway, so i came to Mont Royal and just sat there. It was kind of late and all these weird people were hanging around. A guy came up to me and asked me if i was afraid of him and i was like ”Eeeerh no, should i be afraid of you?”. Then he said he was trying to sell some weed. I was like, yeah, i don’t do that. So i sat there for like ten minutes and the weird guy with the weed asked me all these questions, why was i there, who was i waiting for, friend or boyfriend blablabla, and i was like ”leave me alone you creep!”. Anyway, after about ten minutes of that (as i said) Matt came. Such a relief. I think he noticed that i was uncomfortable cause we just said hi and then we left.
So then we walked to his ”castle”. It’s this amazing apartment with a big dancestudio and a big roof that you can go up on. We hung out for a while and drank orange juice (haha). Then we went to a place where we ate. It was this awesome smoked meat-place which apparently was very typical for Montréal. Very genuin, it had been the same for 70 years. So we ate. Can’t say i liked it. It was like, two pieces of bread and A LOT of meat. And some mustard. It was kind of good but not really my cup of tea. And then we walked back to the castle, and then we went to the club we were going to. Blizzarts. It. Was. Awesome.
We sat for a while with his friend Phil and these tow girls, one of them was sooooo weird. She asked me were i was from, where i lived, why i was in Montréal, how i and Matt knew eachother. And that’s normal, but she asked the same questions like 8 times. I was like ”i told you that ten minutes ago, what is WRONG with you?”. She was so weird so we ran away from her up on the dancefloor. And then we danced and danced and danced. It was so fun, i love dancing.
Then when the club closed at 3 am we went back to the castle, and we hung around with Matt’s cat Hunter. The most beautiful cat i’ve EVER seen. More pictures will come. And then i took a cab home, and then i sat on facebook for a while, then i went out for a smoke, and while looking for my cigarettes i found a cookie i bought earlier that day. Which was awesome. So i ate it, took a picture of my street and went to bed.
Tomorrow i’m going to a hairdresser finally. I’m excited. Finally my hair won’t be a mess anymore. Glad tjej!
Now though, i’m really tired, and it’s 3 am here. So i’m off to bed. (It’s frikkin’ cold here at night now. Autumn’s coming up, but luckily my dad got me a proper cover today so i don’t have to be cold. Glad tjej.)
Bon nuit!
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