rrrrrambling

Oh I'm still tired from Saturday night. Seems like this weekend was the weekend everyone had a little bit too much champagne (haha, Emelie).. I loved and hated this weekend all at the same time. Right now I'm so, so happy I'm here in Australia living this life with these amazing people but at the same time I have to say I've never missed Sweden this much before. I just, just want to go home now. And keep Australia as a good memory before it turns and becomes something bad.

So, Australia, I still love you, but I feel this is the peak of our relationship... Better quit when we're on top, right?

"cause i'm dressed for success..."

Today is vintage-dress-shopping-day! I need to find a dress for the wedding you know. So I put on one of my favourite dresses, it's so much easier shopping if you feel pretty... And my handbag is packed with my nikon, snacks and money.

I'm going up to Paddington, the vintage Mecca of Brisbane and after I've found the dress of my dream (hopefully) I'm meeting up with sweet Haiku for lunch. It's gonna be a wonderful day. I can feel it in me bones.


Wanted to show you my new haircut and my favourite dress...


But I failed in my attempt of being a trendy fashion blogger. It feels weird taking photos of yourself.


And then my neighbour came out, and he looked at me like "What the hell are you up to? Freak." So I hurried back in again.

"the city heated it up it got blurry cause i'd had enough"

This whole thing about studying at a large university is slowly doing my head in. Do you have any idea how hard it is to study when the first class of the day starts at 3 pm? It's now 10.30 in the morning and I'm still in my pj's. But I'm gonna start writing my essay. Soon. Really soon. Promise.

When eating my cereal in the morning sun I wondered about moving to the other side of the world and what it does to friendships. I'm much closer to some friends, and others that I talked to all the time haven't said a word to me since I moved. But I guess that's what happens. 9 hours time difference is hard work. But you know what. It's okay. I know I have my lovely everyone when I get back and when it gets down to it it's just 5 months.

So in my attempt in keeping contact with everyone that I love I'm now gonna send a shit load of postcards. Cause you see, postcards is the lovliest thing there is. Of all things in the world, getting a postcard is the best. I save all postcards I get in this big box. So I can take them out, dream and be happy that I have such nice friends. It truly is the best thing. Well, except for hugging maybe. Hugging trumphs everything.

"i can't get to sleep, i think about the implications"

So I've been here now for two days. And I'm loving it.
Arrived on Thursday night and 12 hours later with 3 hours of sleep and no food I had enrolled at uni, sorted everything out with cards and passwords and classes and maps and information and free rain coats.. AND I also managed to find a room in the cutest house ever. Garden, bbq, flat screen tvs, sofas outside, private entrance to my room and everything refurbished a week ago. I'm awesome. Brisbane is awesome.

The only thing that's not so good right now is my sleep. I'm more jetlagged than I want to admit. I want to pretend that I am so amazing so I can adjust to the 9 hour time difference like it was like making a bit of toast. But I'm totally wrecked. Fell asleep 6 pm last night and woke up at 4.30 this morning. But lets not talk about that. Let's pretend I spent my first Friday night in Brisbane partying like there was no tomorrow.. Yeah, please, lets pretend.

Funniest thing this far: Met a Swedish girl called Fanny. Never thought about how hillarious that name is in English, poor Fanny. Stupid parents.

Well I only have four days left here at my hotel before I move in to my new room. So if you need me for anything you can find me at the pool.