squeezeday

Today's a squeezeday. We actually call it that. Squeezeday. It sounds quite funny in English because I've never really thought about the actual meaning of the word "squeeze" in this context.
What it means, here in Sweden, is usually a day between a weekend and a holiday. All the schools are usually closed on these days and most of the companies give their employees the day off. (Mine didn't though, so H1 had to work this morning.) The holiday this time is Twelfth Night (also called "the Eve of Epiphany" in my dictionary - god knows why.) You know, I gotta hand it to mr. Jesús. Sure this whole god-thing was a bit over the top and sure he did get himself killed in the end, but you know, without him I wouldn't have this day off. Thank you, Jesús.

Although I have to say that it would be quite nice if it was an actual "go-out-and-squeeze-your-friends-day". I think Swedish people could use more squeezing. Of course, this would also lead to that someone somewhere squeezed a completely random person just for the fun of it and that random person wouldn't like it so the squeezer would get shot and killed, which would lead to riots for and against "squeezing" and before we know it Sweden would be in ruins. That would be a bit sad - it's a very beautiful country. Then again, maybe that would mean that no one would really care about the part of Sweden that I live in and we'd get a possibility to become a completely free country. You know, I'll get back to you on this...

I have too much clothes. It really does become a problem sometimes; like two days ago when I did the laundry (by hand because I do that) and found a t-shirt I'd forgotten that I had. A green t-shirt with a special cut. I mean OH MY GAWD!
Anyway, the main problem with this is that there's no room for my clothes so I really should throw some of them away. But they still fit and I still like them... To have had the same kind of body since high school really isn't as good as it may seem. I have skirts that are ten years old and they still fit like a glove and look great, so I can't throw those away. Issues, issues.
One of my friends once told me that if the biggest problem you have for the moment is which colour to wear then your life it pretty damn good. My biggest issue right now is if I should wear jeans or a skirt and in that case which colour I should have on my pantyhoses (black or brown).
Sometimes I see myself as shallow...

/Anna - the dictionary of Christian holidays