Yesterday I saw the Beastie Boys live, which was well worth the very little money I was willing to pay to see them. That is, for anyone who doesn't realize it by themselves, it was up to my expectations, but my expectations weren't too high anyway. I guess I'm just not their biggest fan.

Anyway, afterwards I was invited to an afterparty at Lars' apartment. Now, the party itself was nice, and I met an old acquaintance from school, but the interesting thing was the apartment. Lars lives with an older gentleman, Karl-Johan, and another guy at Lars' age (18-ish). I knew before this that Karl-Johan could more than manage economically, but this was beyond any expectations. The man's bought two floors of an apartment complex in the middle of central Stockholm, including the stairs. It can only be described as fantastic.

On a different note, I'm leaving for the Arvika festival this tuesday. I don't know a lot of bands I want to see there (off the top of my head, though; Bloc Party, Slagsm嶚sklubben, Nouvelle Vague, Apoptygma Berserk, Front Line Assembly, Hocico, Scissor Sisters, Timbuktu, VNV Nation and possiblt 69 Eyes just to have a laugh. Okay, so I cheated and checked the band list on the website), but a festival's always fun. I'll be sharing my tent with Liza and Kajsa, so it'll be tight. I certainly don't mind that at all, though.

Also, Vertigo F顤lag will be there, like last year. This time I'll probably hang around a bit with them.

I have no idea where I'm going to get money for alcohol, though.

Wow, I almost managed to write two entries in the same month. Awesome.

Yesterday was spent mixing drinks and playing stripping Trivial Pursuit. It was fun, even though I was the most sober one and also the first to lose all my clothes. Not because I intended to, mind you, but because I'm terrible at Trivial Pursuit. Especially when it's the 1982 version. Liza, however, managed to keep some clothes on through almost all of the game. To everybodys disappointment. I left at five this morning, when the game was finally over, and visited Victor. The alternative was to lie on Liza's couch, listening to Kevin and Andy going at it in the guest room's creaky bed. This isn't to be interpreted as a bitter rant, mind you, because I'm certainly not bitter. I just wanted some sleep, which I wouldn't have gotten there. Or sex, but I don't think I'd have gotten that there, either.

On a different note, I finished Sauermugg Redux by Stig S犚erbacken. It was an interesting read, both when it comes to contents and style. I'm not sure how to describe it, though; it's told by the "protagonist", Sauermugg, who is cynical and misanthropic on a very high level. He doesn't tell a story, really, he just retells various parts of his life. You know what, screw it, I can't properly describe it. Read it if you can find it in your language (which seems unlikely, to be honest), because it's a lot better than I make it sound.

Then, after I finished Sauermugg, I got my copy of Final Fantasy VI for the GBA. So I didn't start reading Ernestine by Marquis de Sade (not findable in the "currently reading" window, probably because it hasn't been published outside of anthologies in English) until just recently. Not like it's a long story though, so I'll likely finish it the next time I pick it up. Between all these videogames and looking for a job, that is.