I panicked a bit while we were at the fair because I thought mother nature had given me my monthly gift. So we rushed home as soon as we could before heading out to the fiskemuseum. Turned out to be a false alarm but I don’t mind making sure when it comes to things like this.
Connie and Morgan drove us down to the harbor which was nice since we would have been late in meeting up with Simon and William. A lot of people would probably think that a fishing museum would be a really boring way to spend a Saturday but it has definitely become one of the most fascinating things we’ve done thus far! Yea, I couldn’t understand a lot of the text that went with certain pictures or displays but that’s what Swedish translator friends are for! ;D Marcus kept prodding me to take lots of pictures. Early on, an old fisherman entered the museum behind us and walked with us while telling –in Swedish—a lot of interesting facts about being at sea. Such as how to lie in the odd sleeping cavities without being tossed about in the middle of the night and how the sailors would put hay in their boots to keep their feet warm. He eventually became an impromptu tour guide for us which was fantastic since we had wanted to pay for one but didn’t have enough people – apparently you need a group of AT LEAST ten people to pay for one. You’d think that if someone was willing to pay for a guide, you’d just let them have a guide… Ah well. The old fisherman ended up being way more knowledgeable than most paid tour guides anyway. I think the most interesting room at the fiskemuseum was where the remains of an old German submarine was kept. One thing that stuck with me the most was a picture of a hand-carved wooden train. Apparently, there was a young father on the submarine who spent his free time carving it to give to his newborn son when he returned home. But, he never did. When the remains of the submarine were found however, the excavators made sure the train reached the son.
Afterwards, Marcus, Simon, and William took me to the top of the water tower that they all liked to hang out at. It was pretty cool but reeeaaally windy! I tried to take pictures but my camera died after about… three or so :( It only makes sense that the ONE thing I forgot to bring was my damn camera charger! ARGH. It’s not too big of a deal though since Thomas said I could use his if I needed to. William had to leave early so we all walked back to the harbor with him; along the way Simon and I started messing around and the bastard threw me into a thorn bush XD THE DAMN THINGS WENT DOWN MY PANTS. But he let me use his bathroom to rid myself of them. Thank God! It was a long and painful walk to his house though, haha. When William left us, Simon, Marcus, and I decided to get ice cream for the walk home. There is the COOLEST looking ice cream here in Sweden! Why the HELL don’t we have such cool ice cream in the USA?! Anyhow, Marcus got some strange licorice ice cream, I got spring berry and chocolate flavor with a scoop of walnut on top of that, and Simon…. I don’t even remember what Simon got XD Something funky, I’m sure.
The only thing that sucked about this day was when Marcus and I got into an argument. Usually we tease when we argue but it was most definitely not the case this time :/ We were discussing films and I guess we both ended up misunderstanding one another and it escalated into a rather loud and very unpleasant shouting match. You know, I can honestly say that there is nothing that sucks more than fighting with your best friend… Almost six years of being friends and that was the first time we ever got really angry at each other. In short? IT SUCKED. I felt so sick walking home after that. We didn’t say a word to each other for a really long time and I just felt like puking. I feared that I had worn out my welcome and that the rest of the trip would be a painful creeping around one another and not saying much. I felt like crying and almost nearly did. Finally, Marcus came over to me and we both apologized to one another for getting upset over such a trivial subject. Misinterpretation sucks on all levels and fucks up some of the best times. This is why I hate communication over the internet. Though it is useful and handy in its way, it is incredibly rife with error and misjudgment. And as you can see, this sort of thing occurs even without the help of the internet. Oi. But again, we made up with one another and the night carried on as normal. We also apologized to Simon who was the poor bystander that had to be witness to this chaos. Poor dude, heh heh.
We played LoL upon reaching Marcus’ house and kicked ass for the first two games but got destroyed in the last round. It sucked and put us all in a rather sour mood. Again XD But having awesome barbequed food helped ;) Connie and Morgan make the most bomb meals. Seriously. What a duo. After dinner, we all sat down and watched Inception which is a movie that feels a hell of a lot longer than it really is. And I hated that XD It was pretty good though. Not as amazing as it was hyped up to be but still good. Simon was falling asleep though since he usually gives up quite a bit of sleep to hang out with us. So after that movie had ended, he went home.
Marcus, Thomas, and I all still wanted to do something – regardless of it being almost five in the morning by this point. We spent some time deliberating on what amazingly epic event we should partake in when we finally decided to go feed the ducks at the pond XD We didn’t want to drive over to the pond so Marcus and Thomas decided that it would be fun to teach the American how to drive their bikes. And by bikes, I don’t mean cycles. Yup, that’s right Dad! (I know you’re reading this and I can just imagine the look of sheer horror on your face, buahahaha) Turned out that only Thomas’ bike worked and we decided just to have him drive that with me on the backseat and Marcus following on a bicycle. It had a flat tire though so he ended up using a scooter XD Interesting fact: Here, they’re called kick bikes. Or some silliness like that ;) Marcus had to return the bicycle to the house and Thomas went with him. Why, I can’t remember but they left me to guard the bike while they were gone back at the house (we were near the main road when the flat tire was discovered). I guess to speed up their return to where I was, they both decided it would be a good idea if they BOTH hopped on the scooter and tried to ride it. I’ll never forget seeing them coming down the road, wobbling left and right while squabbling at one another in Swedish XD
Eventually we made it to the pond though. It was odd riding behind Thomas at first since I didn’t know how exactly to hold on and whether or not it would be okay to grip onto his leather jacket. I ended up just using my legs to hold on and that worked just fine. The ducks were very happy to see us though! Probably not too many people come out to a smelly pond at nearly five in the morning to feed them. After we had finished, Thomas decided it would be way more fun to chase and harass a poor mallard that couldn’t make it over the fence into the water. He chased him so long the poor thing got tired and couldn’t waddle in a straight line XDDD Kept swaying as he ran and running into the fence to escape this crazy human! I joined Thomas at one point but decided to leave the petrified duck alone before it had a heart attack and died from fear. Thomas chased a female duck as well which set off all of the males, heh heh. When she started crying out, they all convened over to where Thomas was. Of course, once the female made it over the fence, all the males tried to mate with her. Poor thing couldn’t just be left alone, haha.
A group of guys ran into us at the pond and I was at first rather on edge since meeting a group of young men at this time could be a potentially threatening experience. But it turned out that Marcus knew the ring leader of the group so that was somewhat of a relief. The other guys kept looking over at me which made me slightly uncomfortable. They started talking to me in Swedish but I informed them that I couldn’t understand and they immediately switched over to English. Islanders apparently are not very good at English since they don’t usually have much of a use for it. But they made a few comments to me before speaking in Swedish again.
After that group left, Thomas and Marcus badgered me into trying to ride Thomas' bike. Eventually I caved and gave it a go but I forgot to switch gears! Poor bike! Thankfully it was a short distance so hopefully I didn’t ruin the bike :P Thomas and Marcus decided it would be fun to race home – keep in mind that Marcus is racing a scooter against a bike. To make things more fair, Thomas and I had to take a longer path home since that would even out the odds a bit. But get this: Marcus actually won! He sure can haul ass on a scooter!
We were all pretty tired when we finally got home though. It had finally reached that hour where anything is ridiculously funny. Marcus had been telling us about a time when he had to kill a mouse to put it out of its misery with a quick death. To which I questioned him on whether or not that could have been a quick and painless death if he had to smash it with a shoe. He retorted with, “Well, it shit itself so you know it died.” I. COULD. NOT. STOP. LAUGHING. It was a simple statement but I burst out into such a ruckus of laughter that it caused Thomas and Marcus to laugh as well. Dear God and it lasted for a good 15 minutes before I could regain my composure. Remembering it even NOW still makes me snicker! AND IT’S SUCH A HORRIBLE THING TO LAUGH AT BUT I CAN’T HELP IT!! I want to feel sorry for the mouse but I just can’t XD
Whew!
But anyway! That was my Saturday! I know I still have SO MUCH to write about but at least I’m still posting! I might start on another post before heading to bed just to get some of it out of the way.
Until next time! Ajdö!
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