Urgh. Shouldn’t have had those noodles. Feeling slightly nauseous.

Can you believe it? This is the last day of July of the summer when I turned 18. You know.

I did a bad thing. Last March I met this Danish guy at a club and he gave me his number. The other night, at camp, Ell and me were in bed and somehow, I decided to text him. I wrote, “I’m pregnant. We need to talk.” And no, he doesn’t have my number, but I figured he hadn’t been hitting in too many Swedish girls. He replied “Hi Chris” so I figure he thinks I’m some Swedish friend of his. It was a very infantile thing to do, I realize that, but still, it was a fun prank. When you’re a camp leader, you really get to learn to appreciate infantile pranks. Yeah.

I worked as chef in my cabin/house/thingy yesterday. It went pretty well, except that lunch was 30 minutes late. No real problem though, food is always late at camp. I’m just lucky we didn’t have any scheduled activities straight after lunch. And today I was asked to be chef on Tuesday and Wednesday too. I’m taking the offer of course; it gives me more moolah if I work as a chef than as a youth-intern-person.

Friday night was odd… I was free after 3 PM and didn’t know what to do. After chilling with the Chef for a while, I went for dinner and then I took a shower. AND THEN… I went to The Block. The Rock-Chef a.k.a. Olof and me went out for a smoke and started talking. I asked if he was going on the big party on Thursday and he said no. I was so shocked and kept asking him why not, and finally he fessed up: he’s an alcoholic. I was kind of shocked and I didn’t really know how to react, but I tried to ask some more about his disease and stuff. Turns out, he lived two years in London after graduating, and he said that’s where he learnt to drink. He also told me about this fucked up relationship he’d had with a British woman. She was like nine years older than him and he said she treated him as her boytoy or something. It was kind of bizarre and yet great to have that conversation with him. And I’m pretty sure he wasn’t kidding, but you can never be sure with Village staff.

So, Friday night was spent smoking and watching Lost In Translation. I liked the little I saw of that movie. Saturday was great… I found out that the leaders were organizing this prank, where 30 kids would be invited to the Block, to find out what the leaders and chefs really do at night. All of the leaders and chefs, including me dressed up as gangsters or hoes and the Block was reorganized or whatever, so that a boxing ring with mattresses and ropes was in the middle. There was a bar in the back and some tables and chairs and sofas around the ring. About 25 leaders and chefs had gathered to make the play perfect. I was a Polish-Korean pleasure girl. I liked my part a lot; I think I’m going to start wearing mini skirts more often.

Anyway, four fights between leaders were arranged beforehand. They had hilarious alter egos, like Kris the Klone (half man, half hermit crab… a.k.a. MatrixMartin from Ingrid) and Killer and Miller Frankenstein (Katri and her sister – separated at birth) and they had all been practising some moves before the kids got there. So, The Chef (who was called the Man with the Fez for the evening) was bookmaker and all the kids went to him to place their bets. I just sat there looking hot and trashy. My chef, Susanna, stared at me and gave me the finger now and then. The Rock-Chef (Guard) kept giving me weird looks and blinking so I blinked back. Fun. And no, I’m not interested.

AG and his two jazzy friends scatted some jazz and were SO cool. I love that badaboom violin.

After the fight-club thing Malin, Märta, a bunch of the chefs including cute AG and me went swimming. Cold water but so much fun, and it felt good too.

Oh yeah, the evening started with the gang going down to Stora Badet to have a beer. On our way back I walked with MatrixMartin and we talked for a while. He’s kind of eccentric but nice. And he has a weirdly cute face when he takes his ugly sunshades off (no, I’m not interested).

I also talked to Martin for like two hours on our way back from work, since we went on the bus and train together. He’s really nice to talk to… Yeah, eccentric but funny in a weird and slow way. He carried a stick with a cranium on top of it all the way from the Village to Malmö… I walked next to him and couldn’t stop smiling. People were staring! Funny. Anyway, turns out Martin plays like all instruments possible and he even studies music theory in Piteå or something. He wants to become a teacher… Suicidal. He’s also athletic, used to be a very good swimmer but now he’s more into martial arts.

Blah blah blah. I’m so tired and The Godfather 2 is on in five minutes.