whoop, whoop.

(part of poster numero uno.)

Progress!
Peeps, I'm making progress on my project! Almost one A1 poster done.

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"it's like my ipod stuck on replay"

Fell asleep at 8.30 yesterday. 8.30! On a Saturday. I feel like a grandma. The feeling got worse five minutes after I woke up, Nick and David were singing outside my door. It was six in the morning and they were just coming back from The Valley. They promised me last night that they would serenade me with "my" song when they got back. My song is Replay by Iyaz. Wow that song is so not my style. But it sounds like he sings "Charlie's like a melody..." And not Shawty. That's why.

Anyway. You will feel like a grandma when you are already up after a good 9.5 hours of sleep and your housmates come home after a night of partying. Trust me. You will.

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here it is.

Are you feeling it peeps? The glorious feeling that something new has begun?

the wedding

One week ago I witnessed my brother getting hitched. Loved every moment of it!



Where we all stayed and where the party happened.


The church.


Mr Eriksson and Ms Neckman.


Mr and Mrs Neckman.


Love.


My Grandma was happy.


So were my parents. (Love the fact that my dad bought a tie to match my mother's dress. Cute.)


I was of course happy too! N.B. This was before I cried.


Cake. Mmm.

saturday, how i love you

Saturday today. First day after May 7th. My stomach finally feels alright after four days of constant pain. The sun is shining. I feel well rested.

Today, wonders are going to be made!

7th of may

Today has been a perfect day of "how not to live your life if you plan on becoming 90 years old".

Woke up at 1.30. Didn't fall back asleep. Got up at 6. Still a fever. Had half a cup of yoghurt. Couldn't eat more. Too tired. Went to uni at 7.30. Forgot to eat lunch. Ooops. Had a class between 1 and 4 pm. Went birthday shopping for Veronica. Wanted to kill everyone who decided to go to Queen Street on a Friday afternoon. Came home at 5.30. Sat down on my bed. Fell asleep sitting. Woke up at 9.45 pm. Still no food. Boiled some instant noodles. Made me feel sick. Now thinking of throwing up. Or going for a walk.

Oh, lovely Friday. But I'm not complaining. It's the 7th of May. Remember?

One thing that's for sure is that I will probably not sleep again for many hours to come. A movie and some pepsi max anyone?

if i were on death row.

I've noticed I almost only take pictures of food. And beautiful patterns. But mostly food. And my mother made it very easy for me in keeping up my newfound hobby when I was in Sweden. She's like the best cook in the world. True story.




And you know how I talked about this.. Well I think my mother read my blog because last Friday she made me (and my brother's American "family") grilled deer with hasselback potatoes, fried chanterelles and mushroom sauce. Oh. I love my mom. I really do. If I murdered someone in Texas and I was on death row. I would ask for this for my last meal. Fortunately I don't think I have it in me to kill someone so I'm glad I can just write about it here and my mother makes it for me.

deep breaths. deeeeeep breaths.

So it's 2.30 in the morning and I can't sleep. Fell asleep in the sofa watching Big Bang Theory with the housmates. It was 8 pm. So I went to bed and slept for 5 hours... And now I am definitely not sleeping anymore. Agonising over all the little things. Making my head explode. Stupid jetlag. Stupid everything.

Okay, no more complaining. Tomorrow (today) is a new day and I will stop being such a complaining bitch all the time. And I will bring myself to do all those things I'm scared of doing but that I know that I can do. It feels like tomorrow will be the day for that. 7th of May. A new day.



So to stop myself from feeling too miserable and lonely and in the search for som happiness I have now made myself a cup of almond tea, photoshoped two of my favourite photos from my weekend in Sweden and now it's book reading time. (It's just the cat and the house in the woods missing from me being a total old lonely spinster. I hate cats. This is never gonna work. I'm glad it's the 7th of May today. New day.)

"where did you come from? where did you go?"

Okay. Short note. I have now been at Frankfurt airport for an hour or so. And the bar I'm sitting in, drinking my beer, is only playing old 90's music. And Swedish predominantly. Rednex, Europe. You name it. Is it just this bar or is this a German trait. I think it's a German trait. I want to believe that. It makes me happy somehow.

And all I can say in German is Fleisch and Peitsche. I have another 4 hours left here. Fleisch Peitsche anyone?

love, lots of love. and some kiwi marmalade.

What happened this weekend I have barely any words for. Lets just say it was one of the most extraordinary weddings in history. Annika was so, so beautiful and my brother was radiating with love. And I cried. Oh I cried.

I still have all the pics on my camera, they'll be here soon(ish) promise!

This weekend has also been something of a record in how to get rid of a jetlag the fastest. After I landed four hours late on Thursday after 5 hours of sleep and 40 hours being awake and then showing my brother's American family around Swedish castles all day Friday... I must say I'm extremely proud of myself staying up till the wedding party ended at 4 am on Sunday, dancing, partying feeling the love without falling asleep. And I held my speech without making an ass out of myself and 20+ people came up to me and said it was the best speech out of all. (yay!) Proud. Me? Yup. Proud of my brother marrying the nicest girl in the world. And proud of myself for not passing out in church.

And my best tip on how to fool a jetlag? Make kiwi marmalade when you feel like sleeping. It's really the best way.