Final part of the October blog challenge! The previous part is here, where you’ll also find links to part 2, 3 and 4. Just in case this type of entry strikes your fancy.
ELEVEN. Weekend highlights
I did say I was going to get back to weekend highlights. These are highlights from the weekend I spent in Stockholm + Gothenburg;
› the burgers me and sis had at Vigårda & the fabulous (and for Sweden dirt cheap) elderflower + gin drink,
› my Monki purchases
› the highlight of it all; seeing these guys play:
It’s obviously Architects. They played in Stockholm on Saturday and Gothenburg on Monday. It was brilliant, as I’m sure you can imagine. I just wish they’d play a longer set is all.
Professional pic from the Gothenburg gig:
I can see myself to the far to the right. Yess.
Much approve of the new guy. Not that he in any way replaces the old guy, nor needs anyone’s approval, but you know. He just seems a good fit for the band. I hope he’s a keeper.
Question: when and why did gigs turn into Singalong at -insert name of venue here-? Or is it something that is specific for this genre? I’m confused. And not entirely on board. I mean every song? All of the words? Can we…just listen to the band some at least? Please?
TWENTY NINE. Halloween inspiration
I want to say this, but that’s a bit too fangirly even for me. Nightmare before Christmas in general? Fave part:
OOoooo sound of rolling dice is like music in the air.
Was almost inspired to do a Halloween-y makeup after seeing this:
But I just cannot be bothered. Cannot. This is as far as I’ll go:
THIRTY. A day in life
Today’s Sunday. Doesn’t mean I sleep in. My body was not made for it. FIVE O’CLOCK YOU SAY!?!! WAKEY WAKEY!
My sleep cycle app says 81% efficiency, which does’t strike me as bad at all? Never mind that it’s five on a Sunday morning.
Outfit of the day: black knit jumper, brown Dorothy Perkins tights from aaages ago (fave type! and they stop making them, wtf!?), and double socks.
First fail of the day: was going to make semolina porridge; turns out the unopened soy milk had gone sour. Which I noticed after I poured it into the pan with the semolina. That’s great. Expiration date says May 2017. Interesting.
Sooo…being the efficient person that I am, I start cooking the chickpeas I’d soaked over night while making avocado toast, topped with mustard and a sesame-wasabi spice mix + chocolate mint tea and a banana + strawberries.
I am not complaining.
On the agenda today:
- clean apartment
- start packing for Scotland
- finish reading The Memory of Lost Senses
- wash hair!
Among other things.
I excel at household work; I start by changing the bed, meal prepping (split butternut squash in half, shove in the oven), put a load of wash in the machine and start cleaning the bedroom. Useful mindset; Might as well while I’m at it.
By 10 I’ve cleaned the bedroom, roasted some more veg for my meal prep + folded laundry & concluded I’ve printed no hotel or travel confirmations what so ever for my Scotland trip. Apparently I’m under the impression my concert tickets will get me where I need to go.
Tea, orange & YouTube break.
I’m doing my monthly deep-clean so there’s still plenty cleaning to go. Might seem a shame because it’s a beautiful day.
Lunchlunchlunch! Roasted broccoli + smoked paprika spiced tofu and butternut squash mixed with nutritional yeast and lots of rosemary. Oh. And pasta. Yumyum!
And more goddamn cleaning. Adding lots of In Flames and Amity Affliction to my playlist for extra energy. Spotify proceeds to play In Flames as if it’s the only thing in the playlist. Oh well. I suppose that’s fair.
Crashed on the sofa for 30 minutes watching Så mycket bättre; the Magnus Carlsson from Weeping Willows episode. Spent the remainder of the episode lifting weights. I don’t know why I keep multitasking when I hate it.
And now I’m going to have to deal with this.
Which I will. While listening to 90s Bon Jovi. These Days always makes me want to play the piano.
Hours later. It’s going well. Can I blame getting sidetracked by starting to clean out my closet? Some of my purchases makes me wonder if I know who I am at all.
Take note that there is currently not a single piece of clothing in that suitcase.
So that’s what I’m doing for the rest of the night.
THIRTY ONE. Halloween
I’m just not feeling at all this year. So I’m doing what any sensible person would do: getting lots and lots of candy. That’ll sort me out.
This stuff is probably not vegan. Almost positive.
Happy Halloween you all!