I'm a fake

I've spent the whole day today infront of the computer, doing my final exam. Good luck to me! I'm now supposed to do something in three days that should take a month and a half of studying. Ehm.. I suck. At discipline. The only kind of self-control I showed today was that I only checked my hotmail once and didn't even go online on MSN cause I knew I'd be stuck there for hours. I really didn't think I could make it but since I've written four pages today there's a slim chance I'll be able to pull it off. It won't be a well-written exam.. But it's either handing in an exam I am not a hundred percent happy with but will more than likely still make me pass.. or to spend the summer indoors (after work) finishing up what I could get off my shoulders on friday. I think I'll give the second alternative a shot.

Yesterday Mårten had his confirmation. It was OK, but I didn't feel quite alright with singing songs about praising the lord when I'm a atheist. Felt like a fake. But I love meeting up with my relatives. And there was cake.. My great aunts are really getting old though.. It's scary to think about. Ethel told me she'd put some bed sheets away for me, for when I move out. She's so sweet. I'm having breakfast with her on wednesday morning. We're going to make scones.

Me, Lisa, Jessica and Sanna went to see Zodiac yesterday aswell. It was good, really tense at some points and quite brutal, but it could easily be half an hour shorter. Good thing the actors kept it going, I love Robert Downey Jr. If he's in a movie it's almost like a stamp of approval. And Jake Gyllenhaal isn't too bad of an actor either.. Don't understand the hype about his looks though. There seems to be a tendency to do movies way too long nowadays.. it's like they think if the movie is over two hours long it's a proof that it's a serious and well crafted story. Which is true in some cases.. But in most cases it's what I like to call over-exaggerated. Like the Departed. Brilliant movie, yes, no doubt about it. But way too long. You would be able to cut away 40 minutes, easily. I have to see it again, in the comfort of my own home.

I'm going downstairs to chillax now. I think I deserve it after a whole day in my goddamn room.. It's like a cage when you're writing exams. Or atleast it feels like it..

Over and out.

Wishing to be the friction in your jeans

I can't relax. I've noticed as soon as I'm at home with nothing to do it makes me restless. We were having a discussion yesterday about the way you distract yourself so you won't have to deal with the things that has to be dealt with. The human fucking psyche.. "To clean your bathroom is never as tempting as it is when you want to be distracted." And I'm distracting myself with activities and just making sure to not have a quiet moment where I actually have to sit down and think. I do not want to confront my thoughts. No siree Bob.

I got home from Lund monday morning. Wrote recipes all day instead of doing my exam - clever. Home tuesday. Did some studying. Still felt like I was going to creep out of my skin after one day at home. Went happily back to Lund yesterday morning to hand in the first draft. Met up with Jessica and Lisa and some guys from the class to get some coffee. Train home to pick up my uniform and then straight to work. After work I took the bus home to Helene. Got home around midnight. Normally I'd be wrecked after a day like that but I still wasn't tired when I got home. And I was up around nine this morning, started work at eleven. Worked till five. Now I've had food and whatnot and I'm heading to Fagans in twenty minutes for the quiz. Home sucks.

Over and out.

When it comes to acting up, I'm sure I could write the book

AARRGHH!

I'm such a tard. I can now honestly say that I never learn by my mistakes. It's a fact. Here I am, once again, stressing about an exam that I could have gotten started at a month ago. But nooooo... I choose the retard way of doing it. Meaning not doing it at all. Until two days before the deadline when I finally get the thumb out of my ass and start writing. Tomorrow we're supposed to hand in the first draft of the exam, so we can get some feedback and pointers. So even when handing something in would work in favor for me, I'm not capable of doing it. When did I start writing? Today. Is it going well? Nope. Despite being a subject I'm really interested in and that I chose all by myself? Yep. I am amazed by the fact that I've gotten as far as I have at university.

Things I like: Riding fake horseys

In my defense, I have been stressed out for other reasons the last two, three weeks. I'm kind of at a crossroad and completely lost and confused as to what to do. Sometimes I think I'm making things more complicated than they really are, but this time I can't say that I am. And I'm not overreacting either, though I like to tell myself that to calm things down. I do not know what I want, and that is the bitter truth. I genuinely don't.

I am infact so confused that I ordered Snow patrols album "Eyes open". And paid with money I don't really have. Checked my bank account today. 300 kronor. And I'm going to Dublin this Sunday. I have another 60 euro that Heinz sent me for the tickets I booked for him, but that's still not enough to get by with. So I had to take some of my saved money. Back to never learning by your mistakes.. Every month I put away money. Every month I still end up having to use some of that money. Two steps forward.... One step back. And so on and so forth. TARD.

And the goats shall inherit the earth

Something to look forward to; Party on Saturday! Always fun. Have to get another bag of that dangerously delicious margarita mix. My silly sister didn't want to have the party at her place, cause it means you have to clean up, so we're having it at Helene's dorm. Even though Helene is working and won't be attending 'till later on. She's going to try to get off earlier, so that's good. I sent an e-mail to my dear classmates and for once there's atleast seems to be some kind of interest shown. Gut. On another note I told Jessica and Lisa I won't be back in Lund for a while. Went there four times last week and three of those times we ended up drinking. It was great but it's no good. I'm sure you all know what I mean.

Now I am going to get some more coffee and listen to some more music before I finish up what little writing I've actually done today. And yes, I am ashamed of myself.

Over and out.

As promised

Enjoy..

Still havent started on my final exam. I never learn.
Got an A on the group project/individual exam thingee. Hooray for that!
Going to Jessicas tomorrow for a movienight.
Suck at updating my blog.
All true.

Sounds like Dublin to me

Finally the f*cking exam is over with..
I wasnt nervous about the oral exam at all, this time I was just seriously worried about not being able to make it in time. Why do I never learn from my mistakes?
Me, Jessica and Lisa celebrated on Monday night that it was all over.

Pie came and went over easter. Its sad how fast time goes when hes over.. Its my turn to fly over in May, but i still dont know when or how.

I went to see a studentapartment yesterday. The area was so and so, close enough to Värnhem and the bus to Lund and home, but it was also close to the known red light district in Malmö.
The apartment itself smelled like cigarettes, a big minus. And the room was too narrow to be able to fit a doublebed in, let alone a bed + a sofa. So its a No.
Im better off getting a proper apartment anyway..

Been listening to Arctic Monkeys alot lately. "A Certain Romance" sounds exactly like its about Dublin to me.

Well they might wear classic Reeboks, knackered Converse
or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The point's thats there ain't no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there ain't no romance around there

You know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell 'em if you like
We'll tell 'em all tonight
They'll never listen
Cause their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way

And over there there's broken bones
There's only music, so that there's new ringtones
And it don't take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here
Don't get me wrong, oh there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just cause he's had a coupla cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead

Don't you know, oh it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell em if you like
We'll tell em all tonight
They'll never listen
Cause their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way
But I said no Oh no!
Well you won't get me to go!
not anywhere, not anywhere No,I won't go
Oh no, no!

Well over there there's friends of mine
What can I say, I've known 'em for a long long time
And yea they might overstep the line
But you just cannot get angry in the same way
No not in the same way oh not in the same way Oh no, oh no no

My irish adventure - part two

Henry Street

Since I skipped the sunday and monday, this is the tall tale of the tuesday (TTT - hohoho). As planned earlier, I had a hot double date by the names of Grace and Aisling. Heinz was supposed to go to college, but didnt, and later on he was supposed to go training.. but he didnt. It was for those reasons I chose the tuesday, but obviously it ended up far from my plans.

First thing we did was dropping of my bag at a weird little netcafe that kept bags up to 24 hours in a secure locker. For three fifty I couldnt really complain even though the place seemed a little odd. I had nothing of value in my bag anyway. Except my precious used underwear, of course.
When I picked up the bag later on, the guy said, in a completely serious voice, that he had sold it. Grace believed him and looked chocked. I played along.
Guy: Dont you want to know how much I got for it?
Me: I am kind of curious since nothing in it was worth... anything.
Guy: Guess.
Me: 5000 euro? or maybe 3 euro?
The guy opened the locker and pointed at my bag.
Guy: is that the one?
Me: yeah.
Me: or wait! (pointing at a bag three times the size of mine.) I want that one.
It couldve worked...

Then we went to Penneys on O´Connell street. And then to Penneys on Henry street.. and then to all the shoe shops on Henry street. I didnt actually find as much clothes as Id like, I bought a pair of jeans, a cardigan and a top. And a shitload of socks and knickers, as usual. And only one pair of shoes! I did lust for more than one pair, to be honest, but I stopped myself. I ended up borrowing 100 euro from Heinz as it was so.. it was probably for the better.


Then we went to see Becoming Jane (not my choice), about Jane Austens early days, and as always I got free tickets.. No wonder Im completely spoiled and refuses to pay for tickets here in Sweden. I actually had three people at once offering to get me free tickets! Aisling and Grace says that it feels like walking in to the cinema with a celebrity since I get such a special treatment.. thats the only good thing about being known as "Crazy Swede Lennebo".

Cineworld.. a world of.. cine?

Yes, Grace is amazing. Amazingly scary-looking.

And with shame in my heart I have to admit that we went to McDonalds four times that day.. once for breakfast, once for a cup of coffee while waiting for Aisling, once for dinner and once for post-cinema coffee. The last time was the best of the visits, we had alot of fun turning a discusting donut into a modern work of art. AKA a total mess. Half a donut + sugar + used teabag + wooden stick = modern art. I will let the pictures speak for themself..


Artwork by; Fools.



Drink coffe; do stupid things faster with more energy.

Stupid things.

And then I went home with Aisling after teasing Grace about it just being me and Aisling in a comfy doublebed, all cuddled up.. Lets call it Aislings revenge for being banned from the bed when they were over in August.

Aisling "Silly hat" Ryan

Yes.. and thats the story of my irish adventure. On the wednesday I just roamed town and went to the cinema, again, and on thursday morning I took the flight home. Ah, it was five good days. Hopefully it wont be another four months until I fly over.

Over and out.

Shoe shopping, marking out and such

I am not going to continue telling the story of my irish adventure quite yet, since I actually dont have any photos from the Sunday or the Monday. Doogan had my cameras memory card so I couldnt take any photos. Which means I have no photos from the wrestling show. Bummer deluxe! It was great, thats all you need to know. We stayed in a hotel on the Sunday night so monday was all about relaxing. oh yeah.. I will tell you more tomorrow about the Tuesday.

I bet youre anxious to know all about it! ;-D

What I can tell you is that I went shoe shopping monday with my dear Häläne. I used to not give a crap about shoes, all I wore was converse, but now its almost like an intrest. I love shoes that look really old school.. I wish I lived in the fifties. We went to Skopunkten, that usually have shoes that are so and so.. ok, lets not sugarcoat it, theyre just plain ugly. I went there before christmas and there wasnt one pair Id put on my feet. But they do have that buy 3 pay for 2 offer and the shoes in their ad seemed ok so I gave it a shot. And with all right.. I ended up having to choose between 5 pairs, which is torture. Three pairs of shoes for 500 kronor.

Not bad!

Afterwards we went home to Helenes for some food. We were supposed to cook something together but we were both starving and completely out of ideas so we bought a bake-up pizza each instead. A dinner for 18 kronors, cant complain..

Me starring in "Attack of the cupcakes - chocolatey revenge"

Yesterday I worked all day.

And today we had an introduction on how to write your final exam. Which was to no use at all. A waste of two hours of my life.. but not really do, I wouldve done nothing with those two hours. Im not too worried about the final exam, I think Ive chosen my subject and we have plenty of time to write it on.. Im more worried about this exam coming up. Ive barely studied and its in two weeks time. Not only do we have to do a group project, we also have an individual exam to write at the same time. Im basically screwed. The group project should be alright, me, Lisa and Jessica are good at keeping each other motivated so thatd be grand as soon as we choose our subject and start working on it. But how am I supposed to be able to focus on the individual exam aswell? GNAH!

I served Orvar Säfström in work today. I was so close to blurting out "I wrote about you in my last exam Youre my idol" but I fought really hard to keep it in. I think I blushed a bit though.. Ive seen him around town before, yes, Ive been on the same bus as him but this time he was actually talking to me. OHHHH. Hes lost alot of weight.. Thats why he wanted that new solero with only 92 calories.. Im on to you, Orvar.

And tomorrow.. Im going to bake scones.

Over and out.

My irish adventure - day one

Hello dear friends.

Since I havent "blogged" for about a week and due to the fact I have done nothing interesting what so ever since I got home.. Im just going to summarize my days on the emerald isle. (that would be Ireland).

Starting of with Saturday the 17th. A kind of rocky landing. Crap weather. I left sunny Sweden with its blue skies for this? And oh yes, a day later it was snowing. SNOWING. During the two years I lived in Dublin it snowed twice. When Im there on holiday it snows three times. Theres just one word for that and that word is CRAP. And I actually made sure to check with Heinz two days before flying out how the weather was. "Grand" he said. "Just bring a thin jacket." The fool I am I listened..

Heinz picked me up at the airport, we dropped my bag off at his house and then we left for the pub. It was, after all, Paddys day. The irish national day and the public holiday of alcohol. (not too many drunk people on the plane though - always something). I dont know why, since Saint Patrick is known for driving the snakes out of Ireland. Maybe he splattered them with booze?

Doogan and his cousin from Northern Ireland (i was quite fascinated by his accent even though Ive met him before) plus Gerry were already at the pub, theyve been drinking since 3. We got there around 6. Cant beat me and Helene Saint Patricks day 2005 though. We started drinking at 10 in the morning and by 11 at night we were absolutely wrecked.

Doogans cousin Chris



Gerry Doyler

Robert "Doogie" Doogan

The pub was pretty quite for being paddys days since its a local pub. And since Doogan and Heinz always complains about me just having one pose in photos (yes, the classic finger to pouting lips) they tried to imitate me. With lousy results. We stayed in the pub for a while and then decided to move on to somewhere more.. louder. We chose Temple bar, the most touristy area in the whole of Dublin. Not a smart move. Everywhere was packed. And I mean PACKED. Even if we could get in you wouldnt be able to stay for long since us humans are depedent on a little something called oxygen.

So we went back to Phibsboro were we got into a club. All the whiskey had disappeared from my system at this point so I was mildly amused. Two hours later me and Heinz went to Eddie Rockets instead for food.

Me and Doogan fighting about half a chip we found on the floor

During all of this I was trying to figure out what Aisling was doing. She told me she was going to go to the cinema. This quickly changed to a full night out. At three we met up and took the Nitelink home. Ah.. crazy biatch. She had a lovely doublebed. Comfy deluxe.

All in all it was a good saint patricks day. Should have been more alcohol-infused though, five whiskeys just isnt good enough. Bad Shitpit.. bad.

To be continued..

happy birthday daddy!

IKEA rules! Met up with Jessica at 11 to go to this magical place called IKEA. They have everything you need.. and more. Weirdly enough im a big fan of the kitchen department, I cant wait to get my own place so I can kit it out with pots and pans and stuff. I bought a lovely carafe for Aisling and her parents as a thank you gift for letting me stay there. (hopefully she doesnt read this before tomorrow now).

we started the shopping tour with coffee and cakes, a must, especially since we both skipped breakfast. and then finished it with food, since I was heading to work straight after. i bought pasta with ratatouille, and had two bites, and then I was done. It wasnt nice and I wasnt feeling the best. luckily I only paid 25 kronor for it.

then we headed to Mobilia, I had to drop into Videomix to get my dear dad a Hasse o Tage-box. Its his birthday. My old man is turning old, 56 to be precise. CONGRATS DADDY-O!

And then there was work.. which actually gave me some energy. I like work. I dont like thinking about work and I dont like knowing I have to go there but once Im there I really dont mind it. We got all the new GB icecreams today, so we had to do some moving around and put out the second icecream box. Icecream season is ON. ITS ON! Apparently there is so many costumers spring and summer that theyre almost able to have two people working the cafe. yey! something to look forward to. or not, considering I am going to work alone. :-O

My uncle and his .. "girlfriend" (theyre not married, but thevye been together since I can remember) and two of my fake great aunties (theyre my grandfathers sisters) were visiting when I got home. By then theyve had both dinner and dessert. This is the second party im partially missing because of work, I worked my brothers birtday aswell. So I had my microwaveable pizzas (classy) and some chocolate mousse (classy - for real) and then a Semla. And some lemon pie. yes, thats right, i had three desserts. it should be mentioned that they were all miniversions of desserts, but still. I had three desserts and I feel no shame.

and tomorrow im heading to dublin so my blog will probably be at a standstill for a few days. maybe Ill drop in and write something short one of the days, cause I have to keep an eye on my bank account over the internet anyway. what I will do though is take loads of photos, so I have stuff to put into my blog. and thats a promise.

over and out

But you have no legs! its just a fleshwound.

This whole day can be summarized in one word. TIRED. For some reason, thats now beyond me, I decided to wear my old workshoes today, a pair which I havent used in about 8 months. Not very clever. Around two my feet were so sore I wanted to sit down on the floor. At this point Id been working for five hours .. and had five more to go. Ouch..

Needless to say I sat down as soon as I entered the door at home. I ate the (meat)balls I made yesterday with mashed potatoes and lingonberry jam. Scrumptious.

I had a talk with Caroline today, the lovely woman (she might be reading this you know.. but she is actually really nice) whos doing the schedule in work and she said I probably would get a fulltime substitute during the summer, which is great. She also said there would be no problem getting odd days off or a week more (aslong as not everyone is going on holiday that week) off if I wanted to. Which is great..er. (yes yes, i know its supposed to be "even better" but I like the "word" greater).

My dear boyfriend booked a wrestlingshow for the wrestling company hes training with (that would be IWW) in May. Im very proud. Hopefully Im not working when its on because Id like to fly over for it. And May is my month to come over, its not more than fair since hes coming over for the summer. (Yey! by the way)

Me and my boyfriend, I mean arch nemesis.. errh

Now Im going to take a really hot shower and then I have to call Aisling, she just texted me, and arrange for the nights Im staying in her house. Its all good my babies

Me and Aisling

Over and out.

Meatballs minus the meat = balls

Woke up this morning at seven with a stomach ache that can drive a person suicidal. Flashback from about three years ago when i battled a near ulcer. Not pleasant. I took two pills for the stomach acid and eventually i fell back to sleep. No way to start a morning.

Stomach ache sucks

The class today was interesting, they usually are nowadays. Still have no clue what to write about for my exam but, eh, thats a later problem. I will have to bring some books to Dublin though. Ah.. Im flying out saturday, cant wait. A bit worried about the flight though considering its paddys day. I wouldnt say the irish people on the plane is going to be such a problem, id say the swedish ones will be worse. Swedish people can NOT handle their drink.

Me and Heinz booked two nights at a hotel yesterday, so its really going to be like a miniholiday. Overlooking the fact that i have to study. (booo)

And I lost my phone today, continuing the spell of bad luck. Youd almost thinks its the thirteenth today, but no, its tomorrow. TOMORROW. I didnt notice it was gone until i was going to look at the time on the second bus. Slight panic. Not that I care too much about the phone itself, its phone number three, the really old nokia 3300. Its the simcard thats the loss, since the phone is currently holding my brand new bill pay-card.. stoopid. I decided to call it when i got home, to see if it actually was in my bag still and i just suffered from temporary blindness.. but that wasnt the case since someone answered. The busdriver on the 171. Which is weird. My bag is pretty deep and i dont remember taking it up at any point. Anyway, he told me I had to pick it up in Lunds bus depot, or I had a chance to catch him since he was going to pull in at Södervärn at 17.35. At this point it was 16.20 so I had plenty of time to get there. I was close to not catching him though, since he changed number on the bus to 131 and forgot to mention this. But after id been standing at the 171 busstop and gotten weird looks from the busdriver in bus number 131 I decided that either its the guy that has my phone or this guy has no control over himself. of course it was the guy. I said "thank you thank you thank you" "youre very kind" and "my hat off to you" and hurried home.



Were I made meatballs without meat. They consist of, amongst other things, almonds, cheese, onion and eggs. And then you boil them in vegetable stock and fry them on a pan. I got the receipt from Emma who said it tasted exactly like real meatballs. After a glance on the ingredients I had my doubts, but decided to try them. And its true, they really do taste like real meatballs. I let my family try and got comments like "thats so odd" and "they taste like meat". Dont ask me how, but they do. Mmm.. now I can do meatballsubs with remoulad and rosted onions... Classy.


This is what I made earlier..




Over and out.

walks x 2

It was such a lovely day today that we went for a walk with the dog. Twice. We went to the park in Alnarp before dinner. Ive never been there but it was actually quite nice. the only thing the place has going for itself is the park and the agriculture university though. I was surprised by the warm weather, considering the weather weve had so far this year. I missed the sunshine last weekend since i was trapped in work, so i made sure to enjoy it this time.

After dinner we decided to not let the sun go to waste, so we went for another walk. And my stupid dog went for a swim. He also went generally ballistic and freaked out on.. pretty much everything. His mortal enemies today were three buses, one german sheperd + owner, one kid with a tiny bike, 12 birds, an old couple with ski sticks, one minibus and a volvo. Needless to say i wasnt impressed. Its like hes gone back to his old habits of hating everyone. Ahwell.. we got two quiet years out of him. I guess we should be happy.

ahh.. sleep-in tomorrow. sleep-ins on monday rules!

over and out.

Silly top

Today I went downtown with Helene. I havent been in town for ages, since when im not in college - im working, and theres not much time left for strolling along Gågatan. But I have the weekend off, so I thought now was the perfect time for some .. windowshopping. I thought. Of course i bought two tops in H&M, but in my defence they were only 148 kr, together.

And theyre both lovely.

There was a march on in town, the shia muslims were gathered to remember their spiritual leader, imam hussein. funny thing was they managed to get more people than the average political march in sweden. Says alot about the swedish people.. (and their inability to get their asses out of the sofa).

I didnt go out yesterday, in fact I didnt even make it to Helenes, thats how bad i was. Im afraid I have to ask the dentist to do some light surgery, basically cut off whatever excess skin thats giving me problems. Which is kind of freaking me out. Ive never had to get anything done in the dentists, other then when i had braces. and some polishing when i go every year. Gnah, the thought of someone giving me a shot in my gums isnt .. nice. Hopefully Ill pass out with fear before they have time to even put the silly collar on me.

Quote of the day:

No, I will NOT watch the swedish song contest final.

Said by: me.

Over and out.

Cause once you're a thought, hopefully you're forgot

Nothing major has happened today, other then my inability to sleep. Which, being me - the master of sleep - is kind of major. Came home from college, made some lunch and was so looking forward to falling asleep on the couch, since i missed out on quite a bit of sleep last night. Nothing happened. I wasnt even halfasleep at any point. And now i'm high on a weird mixture of headache pills (for my wisdomtooth that apparently hates me and decided to act up) and strong coffee. I just did a can-can dance, nicely combined with kicking my father.

This is how suspicious you should look when my dad offers you a drink

Me and Helene (and maybe my sister and her friends, but thats a big maybe) are supposed to head out tonight but I dont now if Im up for it. Theres a Studentparty on at the Chocolate factorys nightclub and i really want to go, but not in this state. Alcohol - yes please - but I dont know if me dancing right now is such a good idea. Id kill people. And probably myself. Ill wait and see how i feel later on. the tiredness and general confusion might wear off.

Quote of the day:

The truth about conformity is it bites without a sting.

Over and out.

I ran into Superman in the elevator.

Ah.. today was a good day. Woke up a ten, had a long breakfast (GO TALL BREKKIES!) and even made myself a cup of coffee. or three. I took a stroll with the dog, had a shower and watched some Oprah. The new discshop catalogue was lying on the table, i had a look in it. and wanted practically everything i saw. The problem is i cant even afford the ones for 49 kronors (like A tale of two sisters. 49 kronors? It makes me ask myself.. why?), its not that i dont have the money, its just that im saving myself for Dublin. I want to go to pennyes! And i want to get my boyfriend Guitar Hero 2. We celebrated our two years together yesterday. Our special date was 2,5 hours on the phone together. Ahyes.. I love my Pie.

Work was alright. very quiet. Its nice and handy to have a three hour shift every now and again. And im only working four hours tomorrow. I can see the envy in my co-workers eyes.. so i pick their eyes out, Black Mamba style! I kid, i kid.. I really do.

After work I turned my feet to Helenes place. We were going to cook some food together with Emma. And so we did. I brought the recipe for Oprahs "You'll-never-be-single-again-Vodka pasta sauce" and magically convinced the girls that its the best pasta sauce anyone will ever eat. Cause it is. I made the sauce and was gracious enough to let them peel the fresh prawns (anyone that has ever cooked with me knows that it takes alot from my part to let anyone else fiddle with the food). And the food kicked some serious ass. oh yes it did..

I brought my camera for some jamie oliver style cooking shots, but of course the batteries decided to die on me. And no, Lisa and Jessica, this wasnt because Helene is my imaginary friend and therefore I wouldnt be able to photograph her anyway. SHE IS REAL. I promise. So ive decided to put in some more of the festive partypictures. My blog, my rules.

this is how happy you get after eating the pasta sauce. my sister, me and lisa.

Afterwards we watched Lost, and by the time the horse racing came on, we were still too full to be able to move and change the channels. So we turned to Helenes laptop, and this fantastic thing called YouTube. After some diet coke and mentos experiments, a few talking cats and dogs we found a secret, hidden treasure that we will cherish FOREVER. it can, unfortunately, only be of joy to you swedish people out there. Go to www.youtube.com and search for "Lite grön kryptonit i fittan". I assure you it doesnt have anything to do with what the title suggests. Its just pure, accidental, genius. If this doesnt make you laugh you have no soul. Like the japanese people, according to south park. Myself, i believe that to be a lie.

Over and out.

Lots of words about nothing

Update: it was not the crazy german lady holding our class today. praise the lord!

The lecture was interesting, we got our next exam which caused feelings of nausea and slight panic. I wanted to throw up in Jessicas bag, but she wouldnt let me. I thought it was weird, but came to accept it after about .. half a second.

Went to Mobilia after college to buy the bra ive been drooling over for so long. And they didnt have it. So A) I threw a hissy fit B) I walked away or C) I shook my fist in a angry fashion.
Please fill in the most likely option and leave it in a comment.

Keep in mind that i do like shaking my fist. Especially in a angry fashion.

Me and Lisa thinking about what option could be the right one..

Other then that nothing exciting happened. Fell asleep on the couch when i got home. They called from work to talk about my schedule, and all of a sudden weve added ten more days up till may. Im sure its not too bad, it just look like, ehm, alot, on the paper. Need the money though if im ever going to make it to Venezuela!

Yey! Venezuela!

And I had a cashew for dinner.

Apparently it tasted like poop.

Shout out to Jessica for providing the lovely pictures from her lovely party/lovely fagans.

Over and out.

What do you mean theres no spicy hotdogs?

Another day working..

I do like my job but when youre completely alone and therefore solely responsible for the place looking like someone does after theyve pissed off chuck norris (you know, generally messy and bleeding from the anal region) its frustrating. And when someone for the third time asks if they can get a goddamn chilihotdog and my answer has to be a firm NO I dont feel like the best employee ever. But darn its busy and theres not much i can do about it. I am not a maker of hotdogs. I just put them on the grill and hope that theyre done in time for some builder with dirty hands to eat.

And ive also discovered my new passion: cinnamonrolls. mm.. so tasty. Ive had two today. Good for the heart, bad for the bun of a stomach i have. But considering the pace i was working at today, im sure ive burned of atleast one and a half anyway. Too bad i ate that tub of lard afterwards.. Oh no, wait. I didnt. Good for me!

New course beginning tomorrow. Exciting! lets hope its not the crazy german lady holding it though. If you cant figure out how to use the subtitles on a DVD youre crazy in my book. Especially when youre there just to set up the DVD.

Sometimes Pompe looks crazy too.. maybe hes part german.

Over and out.

Whoreschampoo.

Score!
The exam is done. Wish I could say I have no further worries, but at the same time I must say working a whole weekend with my next sleep-in due on tuesday.. Im worried. I will be sleepdeprived and delirious. Or both.

Or Ill be tired for a few days and then Ill have a sleep-in deluxe. its all good my babies

Celebrated the accomplishment of finishing the exam in two days with a nice dinner and a bottle of Vino at Jessicas place. Stupid germans making wine thats only 8,5% but still manages to get you tipsy after half a bottle.. We all (Lisa was there too) lost our Breakfast at Tiffanys-virginity and we were all pleased with it. For being a forty year old movie it was surprisingly modern. It touched us in ways we never knew we could get touched.. oh yeah

Then we went home, except for Jessica who decided to go with the flow and go to Malmo for no apparent reason. Or to clean her grandmothers apartment.. one or the other.

Public transport rocks!

I borrowed a beginners course in spanish from Jessica. Ive wanted to learn how to speak it for quite a while now and hopefully some words will stick. To my brain thats made of glue.
Other then that, not much has happened. I will try to write more regularly here, but I make no promises because of my extensive hatred of sitting infront of the computer for more than five minutes. Anyway.. Ha sido un placer!