wind blows

Every now and then I surprise myself quite a lot. Like when I realise that I recognise people I haven't seen in years. Or when I manage to be quiet for more than two minutes. (That amazes everyone else aswell.) Not to mention when I remember things I've said five years ago - that's just sick.

You know, I had actually managed to forget what a hell it was to get books to courses at the university. Last time I cursed and swore and yelled was in 2005 - you repress a lot in four years' time apparently. That time it was English literature history and this time it's religious fundamentalism. I had to order books from England to make sure I can get them in time. FROM ENGLAND! And I live in Sweden. Swedish online bookstores sucks. At least I managed to remember that you can't trust a store if they order it for you - always something. But placing an order and then recieving a mail half a week later saying that the book isn't available because it's all out doesn't really brighten the mood. The fact that these books are ridiciously overpriced here doesn't help out either.
Anyway, enough whining - I'm only boring myself - I have the all the books I need ordered. Hopefully they'll arrive in time (that being about 1½ week) and then I can start reading them and getting straight A's (even though it doesn't work like that anymore). I'd forgetten how much I've missed that aswell - acing a test. I'm just sick.

We spoke about Band of Brothers right before quitting-time today. I've been thinking about watching that, but have never really gotten around to it - mostly because it's the Second World War and I am the way I am. So today I asked H1 if I could borrow it from him and he said yes. Then he mentioned that it's very gruesome - especially the parts with the concentration camps. I didn't borrow it. It's quite strange actually, because I can watch the Siberian camps and the Japanese camps, but I can't watch the European ones. Probably because it's closer. Because I've been to those countries. Because it could've happened here. Probably. Hrm, I've never really thought about it this way to be honest. And I can read and watch everything else about the Second World War - just not those camps. I wonder why that is. Oh well, if I wanna know something about them and the nazis I'll just ask my best friend. That's one of her special subjects. (Mine is the war in the Pacific in case you wondered.) Because as she says "I think you're being silly, but as long as I know that you're not in denial, then it's alright that you're silly."