Failed saturday.

Yeah... so... Yesterday was kind of a failure. It started out alright. I had plenty of time to shower up, fix my hair, pick an outfit and all that. So I looked like a king. No, a God. Got over to my friends house at around 8 P.M. And the usual drinking occurred. After a while, around a glass of whiskey into the evening, we decided to try out a new drinking game. Bad idea.

Have you guys ever heard of a show called 24? Well it's basically about a guy named Jack Bauer and how awesome he is. I'm not kidding, a season usually consist of 24 episodes of him being the manliest man alive, and they've made 8 seasons and a movie about this. Anywho, we came up with a drinking game where as every time someone mentions his name, someone fires a weapon or every time he disobeys a direct order, we have to drink. This turned out to be a big mistake. I had gone through roughly ten units of alcohol and my friend had downed around 4-5 50 cl (17 ounces) beers during a single episode. We should probably had slowed down when my mate complained about how everything was spinning. We didn't.

The overconsumption of alcohol finally led to my mate passing out like a clubbed seal. I tried for a good twenty minutes to get some life back into him, but it was futile. It was around this time I realized that I was stuck alone in a suburb in the middle of the night with no backup plan. I panicked.

After lying on the floor, in a fetal position, and hyperventilating for a good 20 minutes I decided to get my shit together and find someone with a car and sober enough to drive that could take me down town. Made some calls, sent some text, but my efforts didn't pay off. And then my cellphone died. Desperate and out of options, I turned my attention to Facebook, praying to God that someone was online. Finally managed to find a living person with a car, but the clubs were about 20 minutes from closing time, so I decided to just take the ride, grab some food on the way, and haul my drunk ass home.


So, failed Saturday. But I had almost no hangover what so ever the day after. I think even my body felt pity for me.

My City - Short Ver.

Västerås. With its 130.000 inhabitants it's the fifth largest city in Sweden. And this is my home.

I've lived in many cities in Sweden. Västerås, Uppsala, Eskilstuna, Kalmar, and some more not really worth mentioning, but I always come back to Västerås. I don't know why, but it's like every time I try to escape, it pulls me back in. In a good way. This is why I'd like to share it with you.

I'm lazy tho, so I'll just share a couple of pics instead. You can Wikipedia the rest.

You see that tall building to the right? Partially hidden behind the bushes. That's "Skrapan". Or "The sky skraper" in english. It's our only building with more than 24 floors. If you've seen that you've seen anything worth seeing in Västerås really.

And this is our highway. The only real way in or out of our city. Deserted. Now you might say: "But Cray, you're obviously just using pictures from deserted city Pripyat's high way and labeling it as your own." This could be the case, but no, this is actually the highway going through Sweden fifth largest city. If you look closely you can even see a car in the distance.

Well, this post turned out quite differently than I had originally imagined. I do like love my city, and I feel like I'm a part of it, but at the same time it makes me depressed as hell.

Oh well, at least it's not as bad as Eskilstuna. Seriously, don't go there, that place is fucked up.