oh i love a bit of cake

so today i was walking down the street, listening to music and thinking about how nice it is when the sun shines in glasgow.
all of a sudden i felt something hitting me in the back of my head. i took the earphones out, turned around and saw two maybe 12 year old boys giggling extremely hard. then i touched my head and realized i had cake in my hair.

someone threw a cake at me! a cake! on the street in the middle of the day! completely unprovoked!

so i got really really mad. or maybe just a bit annoyed. then i put my hat on to camouflage my cakey head and then i started laughing. and i laughed and laughed for about two blocks and people stared at me, walking alone, laughing my ass off.

how often do people throw a cake at you?
i realized this day was special and i am going to make the most out of it.

let's have a shower and get rid of the cake first though.

sofie's blog pt 2: the revival

following the recent trend among my friends: my blog is alive, once again.

when i moved to glasgow there were a few things i was looking forward to:

-living in a city
-going to concerts
-meeting lots of new people
-being close to nico

after living in glasgow for half a year i have reached certain conclusions:

-living in a city isn't really cool unless you know your way around. like, you get on a bus and know where it's going.
-i don't really live in a city: i think i'm destined to living on top of a hill and my school happens to be on the same hill (once again), so even though this particular hill is in the middle of the city, the bubble feeling remains
-concerts rock my socks off and i love glasgow for it. all my life (or, for ca two years) i have been so envious of all those california kids and their gigs, but now i live in the california of europe (debatable).
-well meeting lots of new people. i sure did. and then most of them turned out to be california kids or maybe maryland kids, ohio kids or even turkey kids. so they left me. and now i'm trying to decide: do the great people that are still around me outweigh the lack of the people who used to be around me (both here and in india)?
-and nico? well. close, but not there.

i'm starting to question my sanity:
would i actually prefer heatrashes and frogs in the toilet to no heatrashes and definitely no frogs in the toilet?

i need to wake up and make the most of what's there.
i think the problem is the lack of lack of things.
yes, in a fundamental way.

oh man i am so nostalgic!

sitting here in my mum's flat watching silly tv shows such as fresh prince in bel air, it's strange to thingk about everyone being back in india. how are our firstyears doing? and zeroyears? how is the smoking ban affecting campus? so many things to think about. and the other day i got my camera back from my sister so i could finally load pictures from the last month in india onto my computer (which is working again, so all you people who wanted pictures, just let me know and i'll send you cd's). well point is really that those pictures made me really nostalgic and sad. and then i noticed there was a pile of letters next to me on the table here, and one of them was from shane. and so i got more nostalgic, especially because of the nice roy lichtensteinish fake stamp she had put on the envelope, even though the letter was unfortunately for my mum. lucky mummy. and then i found eir's blog, which has such a long name i can't even write it here in fear of misleading you guys, and reading her posts about first meetings with india just made me, if possible, even more nostalgic!

so in order to think about something else, i should write a bit more about my lovely little nephew that i've fallen in love with. my mum said when he was born that she was really surprised that i was so excited about the baby. i wonder why she said that. do i seem like a baby hater? or just like a generally uninterested person? he's the baby in the picture, and his name is frithjof.

other than that, a general update on my whereabouts and plans:
i'm going to london tomorrow and i am quite excited that i get to see nico (teddy, the dog in the picture is not at home) and maybe possibly mark (and bethan?) and eventually dario. and then i am super excited to start school, four months of summer holidays has made me a bit restless. a bit? that's a lie.

now i'm listening to nice music in the headphones that aren't really mine. thank you nico for being my private bank! hihi.

i'm all excited in that premature way

it's true. i look forward to five things

- my nephew+sister+brotherinlaw are coming on wednesday
- i'm leaving for oslo on saturday
- i'm leaving for london on tuesday
- i'm leaving for edinburgh on the 11th
- i'm starting school in glasgow on the 17th

in the meantime i'm smoothing over small offences

gradually graying grout

self portrait that never really got finished before my exhibition. oh well, here it is anyway.

they took them away

my kids are gone!
without telling me. they are in bombay. on a permanent basis.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

so my mum is coming in two (!!!) weeks. my IB's get over on thursday.
hmm..
and on thursday, i shall be...well...bored i guess.
and on friday: nico turns 20. happy birthday!

once upon a time there was aa girl called sofie. her hair was green and her eyes were pink and she wore a swimsuit with big orange flowers. one day sofie went to the aqarium, and she swam with the fish in the egyptian tea garden. then she turned into a white stone and stayed there for the rest of time.

definitely bored.

untitled

but it has something to do with brains and details and connections and interesting things like those.

muwcirussen 2006

sofie the little russejente with a slightly high level of tipsiness in the jeep back from paud. muwcirussen er i gang!