"i don't have to sell my soul. he's already in me"

Today was a big day. I've been feeling for quite some time that all this running have been paying off. And today I got confirmation for it. I bought a pair of jeans. JEANS PEOPLE! That was the first time in over three years. How great isn't that? I'm thrilled. I even asked the girl in the store if they weren't suppose to be a baggy model, thinking that the baggy would be thight on me. But no. "They are a slim fit. You sure you don't want a size smaller?" Haha. But I still have a bit to go. But we'll continue after Easter right?

Oh. The little things that make me happy. Didn't I say last week that Wednesdays are the best days? To celebrate that I'm gonna listen all evening to my all time favourite song. Yes I am.

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hrm.

Okay. I have to share something with you that's been on my mind for quite a while.

I know the man on the picture. He's the Swedish Minister of Employment. We're friends on facebook. I used to work with him. He's a really nice man. But why. Why? Does he have that beard? You all know I like a man with a good amount of facial hair. It's something about a man who can grow a full beard. It's almost like a beard says "Hi. I'm a man. And I fucking know it." But why does he shave his upper lip? I just don't understand the design of it. Any idea? Anyone? Help me with this one.

Awesome beard web site btw.

"so try your best. and think about it later"

Such an awsomely random day.

Didn't set my alarm. Woke up at 6.40 am. Had breakfast outside. Decided to skip uni work for a couple of hours to finish my book. The History of Love. The last chapter literally took the breath out of me. Had to sit still thinking about love and life for a long time. Didn't get any wiser. Just more confused. Did some maps and such for uni. Decided that was boring. Have no inspiration at the mo. Counted the mosquito bites on my feet. Counted to 9. On the left foot alone. Noticed I don't have any mosquito bites anywhere else on my body. My feet must taste good. Had lunch. Tobi The Undertaker thought it was dessert. I said no. It's yoghurt. Did some more assignments. Still no inspiration. Went for a run. Decided to run a bit further than usual. Ran in to a neighbourhood that smelled like poo. Ran a bit faster. Posted a letter. Had a shower.

That's my day up til now. Thought I'd spice things up even more by getting some sushi for dinner. Sushi is the best thing in the world. Well, making out is better. And popcorn too. Oooh and getting postcards. Okay. Sushi is the fourth best thing in the world.

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for my future boyfriend

It is totally fine with me. I mean totally really amazingly fine with me if you love this film. And if you like popcorn that's fine as well.



See, I adore Wes Anderson. And popcorn is just the best snack ever. Sugar or salt. I don't really care. And hopefully I like you. If so, nothing beats a night together with you in the sofa watching a Wes Anderson film with a bowl of popcorn in my lap. Nothing.


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"it's raining in new york. and i know what it feels like"

Oh how I like that I have such beautiful and intelligent friends. Like Linda. One of the loveliest people I have ever met. She just brings the best out of me. Makes me work harder, question things, analyze things, stop analyzing things.

I miss her.

And that she writes on her blog that she misses me, just makes me miss her even more. Thank heaven for mobile phones I tell ya. What would I do without mine?

Right now I can't do anything else than just dream about where we are gonna go after the election is over in September. New York again? I better start saving.

"but it feels like love, love, love"

Just because it might be the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. Just because of that I'm sharing this with you.

"sponsored by destiny"

I have a feeling about the summer that's coming. I know it's gonna be a great one. I can feel it in me booones.

Just like the best summer ever. The summer of 2007.



The summer Emelie and I went on a road trip all over Sweden.


The summer of the 100 festivals.



The summer I had tonsillitis twice but just drank more wine so I couldn't feel it.


The summer when the sun was shining every day.


The summer when we didn't listen to anything else except Orup and Slagsmålsklubben.


The summer I wore pink wellies with roses on every day.


The summer I heard Detektivbyrån for the first time and everyone cried during their concert.


The summer we didn't eat a single hot meal.


The summer when I met the cutest boy with the softest lips.


The summer I didn't care that it was never gonna work out.


By far the best summer yet.

mmmhm.

I had big plans on taking photos of our grand dinner. So you all could see our masterpiece. Sorry guys. Karl (yes I named our red snapper Karl. Shut up.) just smelled too nice getting off the bbq so I didn't have time.

Oh guys. Trust me. If you're gonna eat just one meal in your life. Eat grilled red snapper stuffed with fennel, spring onion, lemon and chilli. And mash. Parsley mash. And that awesome sauce I made that I don't remember what I put in it. Eat that. And nothing else. Ever.

"i drink good coffee every morning"

Tonight I wish I was in Scotland. In our red living room. With Rhona and Emma. And a glass of wine. All of us sitting under the pink slanket. Watching this film. (Top 10 cutest films ever.)



But I'm not. The Undertaker, Super Ivan and I are barbecuing the biggest fish I have ever seen. Second best is good enough I guess.

"whenever you see me you say that you want me back"

I love Wednesdays. They treat me good. I'm always happy on a Wednesday. Wednesday's are the new black.

Top 3 Wednesday wonderfulness:

1. The Pecha Kucha tonight at the Power House. Loved the venue. Loved the people. L o v e d the cute boys.
2. The olivebread I baked from scratch. Love homemade bread. Oh yes I do.
3. Three bean salad with avocado and couscous. A book that makes me cry. And a slice of stillhotfromtheoven bread.



Oh God.
I do love Wednesdays.


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for my future boyfriend

Today I'm inspired by one of my favourite blogs. 1001 rules for my unborn son. But I thought I'd do it for my future boyfriend. And it's more advise than rules. So he knows. Isn't that smart?

I hope we have a good time together you and I, future boyfriend.

So today:
Advise number 1.
You are extremely welcome to dress like this. Mhm. Yes you are.

i just love flickr. i really do.

Flickr is my best friend. I can always find stuff there that inspire me, makes me happy, sad, angry, in love. It is the best invention ever. It really is.

"we can get down like there's no one around"

About this running business of mine. See, it's difficult for me becase I truly, truly hate running. It kills me from the inside.

Mostly I think I hate it because I get bored of running the same bloomin' track every frickin' time. B to the O to the RING.

And then we have the problem with music. Everyone seems to run with their Ipod. It makes it easier they say. But see that creates new problems for me. Firstly, I have absolutely no upbeat music on my Itunes. And secondly I have freakishly small ears so the headphones just keeps popping out. But I've managed stay calm and not get irritated, just take a deep breath every 2 minutes and put them back in. (Perseverance my friends. That's the word).

But again. The music. I have now been running for four weeks to the sweet sound of Britney Spears. (Who put that on my Itunes?) And it kills me even more. Britney?! Come on! So when I got a package from Maya last week filled with beautiful letters and our favourite tea and a CD with her running music it was like she had heard me complaining from across the world.

This morning's half an hour run was the easiest in two weeks. Thank you Maya. Thank you playlist with no Britney.

"i said 'i must be fine because my heart's still beating'"

So about this big secret adventure of mine.. My dear, dear friend Linda has done this several times and I admire her for having the guts to. What I'm talking about here people, is going on vacation on your own. Alone in a big city. Eating alone. Renting a room alone. Sightseeing alone. All those things that are so fundamentally scary. But I'm doing it soon. Oh yes I am!

Holiday. April. Bangkok. The Executive Suite. Me. Nobody else. And I'm dressing up every night for a date with myself. Hells yeah I am bitches!

"i like the sweet life and the silence. but it's the storm that i believe in"

Don't worry by the way. Queensland is big and this is in the north. Far away from sweet Brissy.

"if everything could ever feel this real forever"

Sorry for being so silent for a couple of days. But I've been busy. Skived uni on Friday to go to the beach instead. It was definitely the right choice. I'm only living in Australia once right? And yesterday I studied the whole day making up for what I missed on Friday. Haha. I'm clever. I know.

For a couple of days I've been struggling with ridiculous home sickness. It's all very odd. I didn't think I would miss home. But I do. I'm blaming it all on Maya. The letter she wrote me just made me cry for ages and realize how much I miss her. How much I miss Scotland. And Sweden. My family. My friends. My grandma. My man..

But I'm glad I have Veronica here in the house. She keeps me sane.

"everything i think i know i've read"

And. For no other reason than that I love this film I'm now sharing it with you. I watch this maybe five times a week. Oh how I want to be one of the Andersen siblings.

"cause we were fated to pretend"

For those days that are just up and down and up and down.
For those days when my housmate Taylor saves me from hating InDesign for ever and for those days when Toby The Undertaker (he needs a cool name too right?) puts on the barbie and saves me from starvation.

For those days I'm happy I live where I live and have blogs like this to read.

"my heart goes like: bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp!"

Today it feels like I'm up on those clouds again. See yesterday was just as perfect as perfect can be. And I know you are reading my blog guys in 46 Heidelberg Street, so thank you. You really have no idea how happy you make me feel. Super happy as a matter of fact.



Yesterday contained:
Lots of love from all over the world.
Lots of wine.
LOTS of meat.
Lots of cake.
Lots of sparkling wine.
Lots of hugs. Oh how I love hugs.
Lots of screws.
Lots of more love.
Lots of sun.
Lots and lots of fun.
And one new German word. Unterlegscheibe.

Thank you Super Ivan for helping me with my German. Really. Thanks.. I teach them words like huggs and freckles. And they teach me unterlegscheibe... Something is definitely wrong here..

"ja må hon leva, ja må hon leva!"

So. Today it's my birthday! Exiting stuff really. Really.

And it couldn't have been a better day. Really. Got woken up at 7 by my parents calling from Sweden. Singing. And then I heard exited noises upstairs so I didn't dare get up. And all of a sudden they were all there. My lovely housmates. Singing. And bringing me cards and cake and tequila. Not to drink right then. But later.

And then, like an angel from the sky our landlord showed up. And she brought the bbq that she promised us when we moved in. Perfect timing or what?

So after 3.5 hours of laughing, at times almost crying Super Ivan and I had assembled the whole thing. It's a space ship. Brand new. Shiny. We call it Chivan. After its two creators. Beautiful really. Really.

So now after making cupcakes and salads we are gonna have a big celebrational bbq. I love my house. I love that it's my birthday. I love Australia. Really.

Oh. And that tequila is for now. Ohh yeees.

"so kiss me on the cheek before you go to sleep"

Can't sleep. All I can think about is boys with freckles. And freckles on shoulders. And how they make my knees go weak. Like jelly.

If I could wish for one thing for my birthday it would be a man with the perfect soft shoulders. Freckles are just a bonus. Oh how I love men's shoulders. And freckles. On shoulders.

"i heard it from my friends. about the things you said"

This is my Tuesday homies. A very good day indeed. Spent mostly in the wonderful company of myself.

7 am. Breakfast in the morning sun.


8 am. The book is hilarious. Kept reading. Couldn't stop.


9 am. Did som studying and bought that super crazy thing I was talking about.. Wiha!

11 am. Went out running. Hot, hot, hot outside.


12 pm. Painted my nails and read som more Safran Foer. (Hands are so ugly. Except for well sculpted man hands.. Mmm.)


13 pm. Took photos of our house for you all to see later in a wee film I'm making.


14 pm. Lunch and Industrial Design.


15 pm. Made a map for the Timbuktu project. Listened to Depeche. Love Depeche. I really mean love.


18 pm. Put some makeup on so I could feel not looking like a hobo.

19 pm. Went to the store to get ingredients for my birthday cake! Happy as a camper I was.


The rest of the night we watched The Blind Side. I cried three times. And then I taught the Germans good useful words like thigh and calf. All a very pleasant Tuesday.

"come what may. lay your eggs where it's warm"

Yesterday was just an awesome kind of a day. I can't put my finger on why. But it just was. So today I decided to celebrate that by doing something different. Being a bit artsy partsy. I'm taking one photo an hour. All day. Just so you can see how a day with no uni is for me. I.e probably quite boring but yet lovely at the same time.

Oh and I just did the craziest thing ever. You will hear all about it when it's confirmed to happen.

And the image of this morning is of the Great Tit. My favourite bird. Just like that. It's out there. You know all about it now. Hate the name. Love the bird.

Miss you all peeps. A lot.

"i will bring you happiness, wrapped up in a box and tied with a yellow bow"

In two days it's my birthday. I haven't been this excited about my birthday for years.. I'm like a little child. That's maybe why I danced around and around all day Saturday in the cutest skirt ever. My parents sent it to me. How sweet aren't they? Oh and all of the Bilar is gone. Gone. Gone.

Oh. How. I. Love. Getting letters and parcels with the post. Give me more!

"a daydream, i'm caught up in limbo. friday night at the drive-in bingo"

Okay. Looking at this picture from Friday night I have six questions..

1. Why do I ALWAYS do that face on pictures? It's not attractive at all. At all.
2. Do I have red hair?
3. How tall isn't that guy?
4. Is there some scientific explanation for why I always get red eyes on photos? Is it because they're green?
5. Why does it have to be so darn expensive to go to the hairdresser?
6. Is it just me who think that it looks like Super Ivan is smiling at me and not with me? (That is usually the case so I shouldn't be surprised..)

I know. That's technically seven questions.

"oh but you're an explosion, you're dynamite"

Today the boys and I went to the rugby game here in Brisbane. My first live rugby match ever. Oh it was fun! I love sports like rugby and ice hockey. Real men. Real sports.
And soon we're gonna watch the Formula1 on tv. Do you understand what I'm saying here? After four weeks in a house filled with menly men I'm watching sports every day, drinking beer like it was water and I'm not disturbed by belching and ladish behaviour. Jesus Christ. I'm sure I'm gonna start growing a penis soon. I know girls' periods synchronize when they live together but I had no idea I would get so affected by living with men. Oh well. It's fun anyways. Much more fun than painting your toenails and watching SATC.

"il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours"

Did you know that one of my absolute favourite things in this world is to watch old, old movies with my dad. He and I have a mutual love for people like Rex Harrison, Ingrid Bergman, Audrey Hepburn and of course, the greatest of them all, Humphrey Bogart. Oh Humphrey. And that's where I want to be right now. In the sofa at my parents' drinking whiskey and watching a film with my dad.

Just before I went to Australia we watched Sabrina. I think it's my favourite. You see, it has both Hepburn and Bogart. Who can not love it?

So first out on my list of beautiful movies is Sabrina.

"she told me she loved me which means she must be insane"

I have only two things to say today. My head is a little bit non-existing today because of all the beer and the lack of sleep last night..

1. The Met in the Valley sucks on a Friday night.

2. But. With the right people around, you can have fun in a moldy shoebox.

"you can have it all and wrap it up in the world, oh you can have everything"

Oh. What a week ey? I've been half thrown up on little pink fluffy clouds half worrying sick about my grandma. It's day by day, hour by hour for me right now. And I think my housmates really have been puzzled this week. But you know, they are the sweetest ever. Really.

So now I'm all focused on things that makes me happy. Like going to the cinema enjoying the darkness even though the film stinks. Or eating carrots with hoummos. Or reading Jonathan Safran Foer for hours. Or listening to The Kooks See The Sun over and over till my ears bleed. Or buying a new outfit for tonight. Or making a huge, I really do mean HUGE lasagna for all my sweet boys that have taken care of me all week. Or just hanging out here. All day.

And to top things out we're going out tonight. I think I'm gonna love it. I know I will with all these amazing people around me.

Have a great Friday night bitches. I know I will!