"i wanna build buildings high for you"

Oh jezz. I do hate construction. Thought I had it almost done but found out I have another 15 drawings to make. I'm trying not to panic here.. It's gonna be a long weekend peeps.

Today I'm thankful that L's operation went well. Been worried like hell about that. Is that the reason I haven't been sleeping well?

Today I'm getting ear plugs because I sure can't keep waking up everytime a bird flies past my window. It's exhausting...

See ya laterz aligaterz.

god i'm rambling. i know.

Because sometimes. When your best friends are hurting because boys treat them ill. Pretty things to look at keep me from crashing. You know those things that you can stare at for hours and just escape reality for a bit.

Because of those sometimes. When all I want to do is take the first flight to Edinburgh. To give a hug. To try and make things better. For those sometimes when I wish I'll never fall in love. Because it hurts so. I need beauty. And my camera.

For those times. I'm so happy I have my Nikon. So I can take pictures like these and find that it's the beauty of the world we live in and not anything else that keeps me afloat. It's a rusty frickin ship. (Haha. "Keeps me afloat" "Rusty ship" Oxymoron?) I know. But today I don't need much.



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"marikitaaaaa. singaporaaaa."

party in our room at the hostel. yes. you can stay under my umbrella.


ivan. frank. ferry. fraser island.


camping site. rocco the car. chair for $7.50.


obsession. pictures of my feet.


gah. sunset. romantic. no boyfriend.


sand. sand. sand.


lake wabby. go there or you have never lived at all.


tobi the undertaker. super ivan. haydon the boom.


sand.


sunset at champagne pools. oh why did i not stay?

What an absolutely wonderful week. One of the best ones ever. I'm so happy I have such amazingly fun friends. Haven't laughed this much in ages.

We first went to Noosa. Not the most exciting place on earth. Expensive and touristy. But we had fun at the hostel anyways. After that we went to Fraser Island. The largest sand island in the world. Oh guys. Go there. Now if you can.

Why?
It's beautiful=best place ever.
You can only drive 4x4=fun.
There's lots of wild dingos=exciting.
You can sleep in a tent=I love camping therefore you love camping.
The sunsets are breathtaking=Ivan and Tobi should be glad I'm not overly romantic cause I don't have a clue what could have happened tot them if I was...
There is just no reason not to go=go!

Oh. I hate being back.

"i fell in love at the seaside. i handled my charm with time and slight of hand"

Peeps. I know you're all gonna miss me immensly. So I'm sorry to say that this is probably the last entry for a whole week.

Tomorrow morning, a group of partying, beach loving, goon drinking friends and I set out for a week of camping, surfing and exploring.

So If you're sitting at home thinking "hrm, I wonder what Charlie is doing today?". Just revisit my blog each day and look at the following pictures. That should give you a rough idea. Hahaha. (I do enjoy that it's summer and 25+ degrees here and you all are freezing like hell.) Hahaha.

xo xo

/Charlie girl















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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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"so we hold each other tightly and hold on for tomorrow"

The weekend was a good weekend. It had a little of everything. Like a candy pick'n'mix. Just like a weekend should be like.

On Friday night we were all so stupidly tired from the partying the night before so we stayed in and watched a film.
Saturday morning we went on a trip with uni to a zoo and then to the beach. It rained. The. Whole. Bloomin. Day. But anywho, it was a good day although I'm not a huge fan of animals enclosed in small, small boxes. It makes me sad. And then I feel like smashing the glass boxes and save the animals. And then I think that maybe that's not the best of ideas and then I feel confused. And then I want to go home.

On Saturday night we went out to the Valley again. We didn't get in at The Met, cause Ivan had converse on. Stupid Super Ivan. So we went on a search for the best substitute club. First a club where everyone was 18. Then one where everyone was 35. And then we thought we had found our club. Planet. It had it all from the outside. It looked like everyting you'd ever dreamt of. But on the inside it was full of half naked men. Haha. Not what we had expected. The guys were scared. But I had fun. The true fag hag I am.

Then at 3 we took a bus home. It took 2 hours. Plus a 30 min walk. Walking straight from the Valley takes 25. Taxi 5. It's all Super Ivan's fault. But it was fun, at least now I know how the suburbs of Brisbane looks like and also I know which bus not to take. All to the better I suppose.

Sunday was spent in our back yard reading in the sun. Mmm. And I went for a run of course. In an attempt to burn some calories from all the beer. I ran like hell, so easy now when I'm used to the heat. Tomorrow: Two laps.

"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.