Afternoon friends!

It has been a very long weekend. Went to Claire’s engagement party at Village East in South London on Saturday evening. Got mildly drunk on all the free alcohol, chatted with some  nice random people and had a good laugh with Ravi & Victoria. Took a cab with Ravi to Cargo to attend the Brownswood Summer Bubblers party where Gavin, Ruth & Arvind were meant to be waiting for us. Missed a great performance by up-coming British songbird Rox, but managed to catch an outstanding performance by New York emcee Melo-X. After his performance I bumped into him outside whilst having a fag and ended up spending most of the night chatting away to his manager. Time kind of flew away, and we ended up going to the Brainfeeder event around the corner, where we blagged our way to a free entry. The event was held in some warehouse just off Curtain Road, the atmosphere and the crowd was crazy, and the music was wicked. Strolled home to get a cab in the wee hours of the morning.

I woke up the next day feeling rather rough. I had been invited to a BBQ just by the Camden Canal, so after having a shower and a coffee, I took the bus down. Ended up sitting outside in the sun with Sophie (who I invited down) having a pint of cider and a BBQ’d burger. Met Pawel and had a beer and a chat with him. Managed to get my act together around 8.30pm in the evening and went home, almost falling asleep on the bus.

Some minor sad/unhappy things happened as well that has gotten me a bit down. But I don’t think I really should be posting them here. However, all in all, apart from those, it was a great weekend!

I have been working in the Shoreditch are for almost 10 months now. As some of you might know (and agree/disagree with), it is kind of one of the (many?) “hip & trendy” places in London. 90% of the people you see around here look like they were taken from some kind of magazine, styled to the bone but (trying to) making it look like it is so effortless and that they just woke up and looked like that in the morning.

Now we all know that I am not the girliest of girls, and Im sure as hell not one of the trendiest, or prettiest, or thinnest of girls either. And as stupid and ridiculous as it might sound, being surrounded by all these people, especially some of the girls who give you that “oh my god the way you look makes me feel sick” stare when you pass them is really starting to get to me.

I had a very set and pre-made-up conception about this area before I started working here, and during the 3 years I had been in London for, I think I had come down to this area twice. Now that I have been here for a while, I have to admit that there are some pretty cool places around here. However, I still cant help feeling slightly out of place.

Every time I come to work, I get more and more self conscious about the way I look and what clothes I wear. I think I need to go on the Shoreditch diet, dont eat for like 4 months, lose like 10000 pounds, and spend my saved up food money on second hand/Brick Lane market/designer clothes, whilst practising that stare in the mirror, and who knows, maybe I’ll fit in here around Christmas time.

Just some random thought…

New day, new week, and a new year.

I remember going to see a psychic who told me 2008 would be a life changing year for me. And looking back on it now, it sure was.

January was filled with exams and studying, but ended with a big bang and laughter and a pink princess dress and the lusting after Mr Pete Dyson, one of the best lecturers my university will ever have the pleasure to have.

In February I had a slight mental breakdown due to confusion and fear for the future, but it was also the month I went to Nottingham for the first time and visited my dear friend David.

March was a weird month… I went home to Sweden for a job interview, had a fight and broke up with my boyfriend who I was living with at the time. Found myself all alone and completely broken for Easter. The highlight was however that I ended up with a job interview at Brownswood Recordings by some crazy miracle.

April was the month I got to know my uni mates a bit better. It was also the month where I went to my first Brownswood event, and of course, my crazy Bristol trip to visit Neil and Ina, where we were joined by Wiktor and LOTS of home made Mojitos, and where I had the pleasure to get to know John, aka Powercut, who is one of the nicest people ever!

Whilst the month of May was filled with crazy amount of studying, it was also the month I had the pleasure to meet and see one of today’s most talented and amazing artists, Mr José James. I also went to see the incredible street art/graffiti exhibition with Tuite, and I finished my exams and headed off to one of the most amazing birthday parties to date, Nat’s 21st, which had a BOUNCY CASTLE and a lot of laughter and silliness.

In June, I ran away to Sweden to work and get away from the London craziness. Tried to figure out my next move, didn’t succeed very well. Got a crazy visit from my ex who flew over to Sweden from London. I also got to know a boy a bit better who I became very fond of. Flew back to London where I had a brilliant experience seeing Erykah Badu at the Carling Academy down in Brixton.

I had one of the best times of my life in July when I flew down to the Worldwide Festival in Seté with the Brownswood crew. Saw some amazing artists, got to meet and hang out with one of my favorite bands, managed to get a tan, did crazy dancing on the beach, swam in the ocean, became very good friends with some Austrian boys (Lukas I miss you!), ate a lot of French cheese, and came back to London to rock out at the Death Jazz night where Soil & PIMP Sessions stole the show and left us all wanting more.

Turned 22 in August, never really liked my birthdays. Was joined by Lukas who made everything better. Had a visit from the boy, was annoyed we couldnt really be together. Tried to find a job, got more and more depressed. Freaked out about money and house situations, lost my wallet. Had another personal crisis and mental breakdown.

Early autumn and September didnt really come with any solutions. Managed to sort the living situation. Was still trying to find a job, got more and more depressed. Was finally given a break and got a job. Things started to look a bit brighter.

Started working much more in October. Had another visit from the boy. Felt very loved up and happy for the first time in a long time. Started working at Bar Rumba at the Brownswood club night. Gained a very good and close friend in a slightly strange way. Got screwed over by my university.

Worked even more in November, people started to get worried. I was happy because I felt needed. Cried when Obama won. Continued working but felt like I couldnt deal with certain things in my life.

Then winter really came with December, I finally got to hang out with Gavin. Cut off all my hair (almost). Worked even more, gained some new friends, went to my first office christmas party. Was given a promotion. Missed a lot of people. Spent Christmas with my mum. Worked a bit more. And then it was over…

Rang in the new year with some close friends. Ran away for 2 days. Spent time with Nat. Got very drunk, laughed a lot, lost the feeling in my feet (stupid cold weather!). And now it is safe to say, that officially, 2009 in my head, starts today.

New job (at the same place) and some goals and plans that need to be put in immediate action so they can be achieved before 2010.