smile and the whole world smiles with you

Oh and because I'm not carying about stainless steel frames and concrete pillars right now I get to google for ads like this. And think about how everything seemed so much more pleasant back in the day. And also how much this lady looks like my mom. And how I'm someone's sunshine. And how happy I get to hear that everyday. Things like that. Screw you construction.

happy tuesday.

vaniljhorn, made on a day when i was a little less happy.

Hey people. How are you doing out there?

I'm doing just fine. Wanting to kill my tutor for the stupid construction project I'm doing, but otherwise I'm fine. A little bit more than fine actually.

When I'm not in my best of moods I bake, and usually quite successfully so. Yesterday I tried to make a quiche, but the dough melted (!). And today I dropped my whole lunch on the floor just when I was done making it, so now Super Ivan say I'm too happy to bake (or cook)... Too bad.

Anywhosers, I'd rather feel like this and eat cereal for the rest of my life than crying while whisking eggs with sugar. Fact.

congrats to me!

When I was in Sweden, we went to Taxinge. Best place ever. I had this. I always have this. And I always give the cream to my dad. And he always puts it in his coffee. I'm a girl who likes traditions. Ok.

Oh my day just got so much brighter!
My parents just called and sang for me. It's my nameday today!

Happy nameday Charlotta!

Well, why thank you!


(Wow, I've never had so many exclamation marks in such a short entry before.. Bad Charlotta. Bad. Never more than two. Preferably only one.)

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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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"how do you like your toast in the morning? i like mine with a hug"

Things that make me happy:
Toast with cottage cheese and avocado and blackpepper and alfa alfa sprouts.

Things that make me even happier:
Funny toasters that I could kill for to own.

Cutest song ever by the way.

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"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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"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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"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 just like to smile. smiling is my favourite"

It feels like things has changed in me since I moved here. I'm a truly happy gal now. It's weird. I don't do happy as a wise man named Colin told me a couple of months ago. But you see, I think I do. Just wanted to share that with you. For no other reason than that I like being happy. This is me.

We went out again on Thursday. The Norwegian society's pubcrawl. Oh it was messy. But heyho how fun it was. It started at 6 pm and I think we came home around 3 in the morning. That's a lot of hours of drinking, peeps. Oh. Don't tell my grandma please.. She thinks I'm a well behaved girl. Oh I really am going to hell right?

Oh, well. I've finally been to a place called the Down Under Bar and it was just as tacky yet amazing as I've heard. Five minutes after entering the door people were getting naked on the dance floor for the chance of winning 100 dollars. Mmm. Love it.

And then when we got home after hours of dancing and drinking. I found a package for me in the living room. Oh. The joy of getting a package. It was heaps of salt liquorice. From my wonderful brother. He's the bestest in the whole wide world. And while Super Ivan laughed at my childish happiness over a bag of candy I had a piece of Tyrkisk Peber and felt like crying of joy.

"everybody says that she's looking for a shelter"

Today I feel like pulling a paper bag over my head. Crawl into the fridge. Eat everything I find and then die. Oh and before I die I'm never gonna drink ever again.

But boy was it a good night last night! Went with some friends to a club in The Valley, that's where the cool kids hang out, you see. I love going out with a truly good bunch of fun people. Fun, fun, fun. And if they are cute and from Norway that's just a bonus. This is how it works here: if the men in Australia are not from Australia they are either German or Norwegian. And if they are Norwegian, they are most oftenly very cute. See, that's like the ultimate combo. Cute and Norwegian. Mmm. Oh, if God had just the one purpose it was to create cute Norwegian men for me to meet.

Funniest all night though was Frank. Frank is not Norwegian. Frank is from Greece. He doesn't know where in Greece he was born. Couldn't dance the zorba. Said his favourite dish was lasagna when he ment moussaka. And weirdest of all Frank has a German accent. Frank is not from Greece. Frank is German. But Frank believes he is Greek. Poor Frank. He didn't get a single girl altough he tried so hard with his made up mediterranean charm. But Frank doesn't give up. It's apparently a Greek trait. Never give up, always keep trying. I hope I meet Frank again. He made my day.