A World Cup weather...

I must say that I really think I should start vary between English and Swedish in my blog from now on. I've felt an urge to write in Swedish again, and for now this is the only spot where I do sincere writing. But, don't worry. I will try and keep this post purely in English....Trasdocka...

Damn I failed.

The sincere writing of mine in this post will use the weather as a starting block. Not very original, I know, but very sincere indeed. You can not be anything but sincere when talking about the weather.

...So what about the weather?

I want to get drunk. I want to sit, with friends, and drink beer, cocktails and what not. I want to do stupid things like go swimming under the influence during the warm nights. I want to feel all mediterranean and free. I want to party my brains out and wake up to feel it's ok to get drunk again.

Is that my sense of freedom, of vacation and relaxation? And what about the weather?

It's 2 am, and my palms are damp, I would press them against a window just to cool them down, If it just wouldn't leave a mark. But they do leave a mark, I've already tried.

It’s the World Cup! Sweden played a tie (read: lost) against Trinidad & Tobago. I don’t care, I predicted it. I’ve seen so much football these last couple of days (I haven’t actually, as of yet, missed a single game) But do I feel free because of it? Not really.

It’s the world cup, damn it! I’m being held captive by it's a shame to miss a game that perhaps could be the most important game for a nation in a decade if not more. BHut if I would choose to disregard a game, which one should I choose? They're all good!

There is only one game that I’m not entirely happy to watch, and it’s the game between Iran and Angola. These two nations don’t stand a chance against the other two in their group so their game is pointless.

I should be outside in the beautiful nameless, but I’m not, at least not enough to rid the feeling of missing out something equally fantastic as the world cup. My brother, however, is doing the Mediterranean thing. He is there! He is in Germany. He is drunk and he is free, and (!) above all… he’s watching football and he is drunk, yet again.

The curse of the World Cup is that it brings with it the most excuisite and beautiful weather.

Damn!