whiteboy can't move his feet

my brother moved yesterday. took half a day off to help him. dad was with us as well. there were papers to sign. getting the keys. moving the furniture in to his new flat. it's a nice apartment, it is. needs some renovating, like new floor, new wallpaper/paint, adjusting the kitchen. and the bathroom, maybe. not necessarily, but it would be sweet. but that's none of my business, i'm just gonna help and advice if he wants it. =)

while we were moving, my dad's friend (also icelandic) called. his nephew was in town, this 21 year-old former football player that was just visiting over the weekend before meeting up with his friends at roskilde. he wanted to try the nightlife and had no one to go out with, so his nice uncle called my dad to hear if any of us brothers wanted to party at our old "home town". i had already made plans for the evening, i was gonna meet some friends and party at some gay club at first, but felt that i had to change my plans. the thought of a him alone in a swedish nightclub was just unbearable (swedes can be very tricky people. not outgoing like most other). but i wasn't going to alter it to much and said that i was going to party in town (stockholm, that is). so we met up, went in to town. and omg, when it comes to partying, first, i'm too swedish. and secondly, i'm not 21. it was a wild night, starting off with a bear at wirströms in gamla stan, continued to kvarnen before going to patricia. went for a burger after that and then home. fell asleep at around 7.30 (which was somewhere when i came home). i'm not 21. so next time, i think i'll stick to partying with people my own age... ;)

woke up right before 8 pm. went and bought pizza, coke, candy and snack. rented 3 movies. that's this night's mission.