I just remembered how we finished off day 2! We went to Times Square!
Day 3 then...as usuall Mange and Thang were feeling a bit rough. So they wanted to stay in bed.
I wanted to explore things. Grapped Rikard and went for breakfast at a typicall American diner.

I love blueberry pancakes!!!

After stuffing ourselves with food we decided to go to Union Square to look at the flat iron building and to eat at Max Brenner. If you ever come to New York Max Brenner is a must. It's a restaurant which has specialized in chocolate. For example they're serving chocolate pizza. Weird but quite tasty:)


The flat iron building


No, this is not a plate of sick. It's the chocolate pizza!

After eating that pizza I felt a bit funny, so we went back to the hostel to wake the guys up. This was the night the boys had been looking forward to - the ice hockey game!
When it comes to Ice hockey my knowledge is zero. All I know is that the players are wearing to much fuckin clothes and that especially number 17 was smokin hot:)

Toodeloo

Our dorm smelled of old alcohol, sick and death when I woke up around 10am the 11th of January. It was the day after our arrival in the big apple, as well as the day after the antics. When I entered the bathroom I could also see the sick and the death. The sick was in the shower and the death was starring right back at me when I looked in the mirror. Not a good look!
After cleaning the shower I cleaned myself. Styled my hair, put on some make-up and woke the guys up. Everyone seemed rather amused and confused about the previous night. Where were we, what happened and how did we get home? Who had thrown up in the shower and why were we all in struggle town when we for sure booked a flight to NYC.
And most importnat of all; WHERE WERE MY MOBILE PHONE???? (we found it a couple of days after hidden under Magnus' suitcase.)

Anyway, we decided to leave the smelly room behind us and went for breakfast. Next thing on the agenda was finding the store were Mange wanted to buy his system camera. Walked by fifth avenue on our the way there.



Since the money now was rolling we decided to pop by Macy's. Macy's is the world's largest store

just as it says on the add:)

They sold these incredibly awesome shoes.

I'm pretty sure we had lunch and dinner somewhere this day, can't remember were though.
But I do know we went to Empire State Building to enjoy the view of New York by night.



this was the last pic from day 2 that I'm gonna publish here.

Next...day 3..

I'm well aware it took me a good while to get my lazy arse to log on to here. I do appologize, but since I believe I have about two people who actually bother reading my blog, no harm is done!

But I might want to be able to look back and read about my awesome time in New York later, so this diary is for me folks.

The night prior to the flight I couldn't really sleep. I was so excited (and to be honest a little bit worried there was some minor detail I'd forgotten to take care of). The forecasted snow storm bothered me a bit as well. That was only bullocks though. Woke up around 2.30 am, got a cab to Heathrow (was like 25 quid, really worth the money!" sat down at a really uncomfortable bench and waited to check in. Checked in around 6 am after a whole questionaire. Suspicious people indeed! Passed trough security check without setting the alarm of. This is actually quite an achievment since I'm always wearing something which sets the alarm of:P
Had breakfast at Starbucks, then got a call out that all passangers travelling to JFK with Delta airline should proceed to the terminal for additional security check. And thet's what I did. Passed again (yay!) and after about 90 minutes we were finally allowed to board the plane.
I fell asleep before we left ground and woke up when a friendly voice said "miss Andersson, would you like your vegeterian brunch now?" of course I did! I have to point out I've always been a bit sceptical about to food served on flights. This was betond yummy though! Actually one of the better veggie brunches I've had!
The staff on the flight were the sweetest ever! So friendly and helpful! Next time I'm going to USA I'm definitely flying with Delta again! And best of all - they are cheap.

After about eight hours the plane had crossed the pond and we were now about to arrive in the U and the S and the A!
Citizens of most of the European countries don't need visas to enter the USA. Instead you have to apply online for a kind of E-visa. It's called Visa Waiver and it's free. Without this you're not even allowed to board the plane. But even if you got you've done your application this doesn't automatically give you the right to enter.
I was actually a bit nervous when I stood before the boarder agent. I've heard him asking heaps of questions to the guys in front of me. No need to worry though, he only asked what my purpose with this trip was and what I was doing in London for living.
Now I was in New York City! Happy, happy, happy as a dog with two tails.
Took the internal train to terminal 7 where the guys was sbout to arrive six hours later.
I waited, waited and waited. At 7.30 pm they finally arrived!
Caught the train into Manhattan, found our hostel without any problems at all and checked in. Decidid to go for Dinner somewhere. I had finger food and cocktails in mind, but boys will be boys so we ended up at Wendys. For those of you who doesn't know Wendy's is a greasy American hamburger chain. Not recommended!
After this we decided to check out the local bar to grap a beer or two. This should never have been done.
All io know is that I got extremely drunk and apparently threw up in the shower. Of course I didn't notice that until the day after. Then it hit me...hard!

Next...New York City day 2

You've seen her in movies and citcoms, Frankie boy sang about her, she was the gateway to the american dream for millions of immigrants during the 19th and early 20th century.
In fact, you've heard so much about her that you almost think you know her. As true as it might be, you don't really know her until you've seen her.
Folks, I'm talking about the city of all citys - New York City!

I've seen it, I've breathen it and I love it!

New York is just like you've imagined it to be but yet so different. It's unpredictable, controversial, multi cultural, proud, fast, beautiful, crazy, bohemic, posh, vulnerable yet unbreakable, shattered yet united. There's not enough adjectives to describe New York.

I'm pretty sure L.A isn't the city of angels, it has to be New York.

My plan now is to write a seperate post about each and every day. Of course I'll post heaps of pics as well.


A sneak peak of what's coming

"I met a boy who kept tattoos for homes that he had loved
If I was him I'd paint my body 'til all my skin was gone.
He wrote me a latter as we passed through Rockford
and said he won't forget.
Well, maybe I do, maybe I don't but I know I haven't yet...

....I never felt so lost, I never felt so much at home
please write my folks and throw away my keys.."

I honestly don't know what to do with this confused little mind of mine. I don't even know what to do with myself.
2009 has passed, December was long. The festive period at On Anon means shit loads of hours, a lot of pressure, but also, fun, joy and happiness.
Autumn was weird. A lot of people have been coming and going at work. I think we never have had this much new staff coming and then leaving the next month. Even a lot of my long time team mates have left; Adrian, Daniel, Nat, Ezgi, Martin, Manu. Since you spend so much time at work it's impossible not to get attached to the people you work with. Especially those with grand personalities. Sometimes they annoy you, but you never really realise you'll miss them 'til they're gone.
Work feels a bit colder now, I can't ignore it, it's a fact. Even London feels colder these days. I don't know why but the city ain't glowing the way it did one year ago. I miss Michelle, Jaimee, Josh, the crazy swedes from the bartender courses. I liked Tilda and Raj better when they were crazy! I miss getting drunk at the hostel and then going to b@1 or Roadie. I haven't been to b@1 for maybe 5 months. I used to love going there. Now I just don't have anyone to accompany me. That makes me feeling a little bit lonely and sad.

I went to Sweden to celebrate Christmas last year (2009). I had an amazing time. Just reuniting with old friends, sitting there drinking beer and chating 'bout them good old times was a bless. It made me really miss those times. Now I'm actually considering moving back in late February, in colleration with my knee operation.
But then what?? When I don't need the crutches anymore and have to start working again? When I get tired of the nostalgia and the nightlife in Halmstad? What will I do then? Will I even get tired of it? And if I don't, is that a failure? Will I be considered a loser if I don't miss the London life and actually settle for "less". But what is "less" then? Mind = confused!

You know the movie "Sweet home Alabama"?! When Melanie says "I'm happy in New York Jake. But then I come down here, and this fits too" That's how I feel about London/Sweden at the moment. In the movie Jake then replays with "Since when does it have to be one or the other? You can have roots and wings"

Maybe I should stay in Sweden 2-3 months, try to work a little bit and then pray to God I'll get accepted as a leader for STS language courses. That would be super awesoeme. I could have Sweden as a base for the summer but still be in England maybe 6 weeks. That would give me money, a nice mixed up summer I wouldn't get bored of and it would look good on my CV. It would also give me time to figure out what I want to do in the future.

This turned out to be a rather thoughtful "essay". Sometimes you need a bit of thoughtfulness though, for the peace of mind and soul.

/ Jen

It's windy, rainy and November! I'm ill. An evil man and his mates have colonized my throat. They brought razors. That's why it hurts when I try to swallow. Bastards! 
My room is a mess! Let me qoute my father "It looks like Al-Quaida has blown a bomb in here". And it does, honestly. And I have no excuse for it. "How to dismantle an atombic bomb" is a studio album by the Irish rock band U2. "How to put your wardrobe back to together" is a thinking piece by Jenny Andersson. A thinking piece..mark my words on that.

Jag har flyttat till Highgate! Bor numera med Tilda igen. Detta firade vi genom att dra en photo shooot. (Jag drog även en hel flarra rödvin själv).

ENJOY!