New year: new you?
I haven't riktigt decided om det ska vara english here eller not. So, for now blir det kyptiska quotes and bilder!
But to make sense for all nationalitites: I'm not sure if I'm going to should be posting in English or not. Or. No. If I want to post in English or not! I kind of do and then I kind of feel meeh, better not.
This year is going to be all about progress. Obviously, every year should be about progress but I hardly ever find myself focusing on it. It's like day dreaming. I wake up and get all excited. I say this, this, is what I'm going to for the-- let's say for the sake of my argument-- next couple of weeks! "I start on Wednesday",
(Everyone knows that you should never start your whatever-it-is on Mondays.)
I say to myself but quickly forget about it as it disappears and is replaced by something else! Now, when I say "progress" I don't mean in the normal every-day-is-a-challenge-in-some-way kind of way. I mean as in when you actually focus on progressing! You write a list of things you want to change - and change it. It can be really small things. Things that doesn't really matter if you go through with it or not but gives a feeling of achievement when you do it. Makes you grow as a person and all that.
One of the biggest ones I ever did from my list was "Go the the cinema alone". I did. Felt like a moron, showing my single ticket while holding a large popcorn under my arm... But to this day it's one of the best thing I've ever done for myself.
Baby steps.
And that's what I'm continuing with this year! Because, if there is something that doesn't feel good... honestly, what's the problem? Change it.
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Crying over babies
Wow. I'm SUCH a cry baby...
After work, me and Paola went to see What To Expect When Expecting
(Which, by the way, is a great movie! But that's not what I'm here to write about.)
and we completely lost it! Towards the end of the movie there was this long part with emotinal music and face expressions. And hugs. And kisses. And a full on crying Louise. Paola didn't want to cry, thinking it would be too much but she heard my attempt of keeping my sniffing quiet and lost.
"Louise! Stop crying! I'm trying to hold it together and you pull that crap!"
And then there were two. When the credits came on we stayed for a long time, shouting things like "I WANT A LOVING HUSBAND WHO WANTS TO BE A DAD!" and "I WANT A BABY! NOW!"
(And with "we" I mean "me".)
I cannot say that I'm anywhere near being ready for a baby but I just want one. For the same reason I want a puppy. For the same reason anyone wants a puppy!
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What Sex And The City does to you
WHY IS IT that every time a woman watches Sex and the City she turns out to a proud feminist and a writer? Because that is what just happened to me.
I have my blog and after an episode I feel like I NEED to write in it. Need people to see it. See me. That is what everyone wants. Attention! Attention! Confirmation of a good job! Or just of being pretty.
I watched Sex and the City and all I could think about is how:
1) I need to lose weight.
2) I need to write more about tabu stuff.
3) I need to have my own apartment.
4) Need to buy a new pair of shoes.
I'm not proud of it but I'm damn sure I'm not alone with it. I can bet the few pennies I have that every single woman watching a few episodes of that show wished their lives were a BIT more interesting. Just the tiniest bit. And that they want a rich man to pay their bills.
I have my blog and after an episode I feel like I NEED to write in it. Need people to see it. See me. That is what everyone wants. Attention! Attention! Confirmation of a good job! Or just of being pretty.
I watched Sex and the City and all I could think about is how:
1) I need to lose weight.
2) I need to write more about tabu stuff.
3) I need to have my own apartment.
4) Need to buy a new pair of shoes.
I'm not proud of it but I'm damn sure I'm not alone with it. I can bet the few pennies I have that every single woman watching a few episodes of that show wished their lives were a BIT more interesting. Just the tiniest bit. And that they want a rich man to pay their bills.
I'm all about independent women. I'm all about women being powerful. Bringing in their own gold - but it doesn't erase the thinking of how amazingly comfortable it would be to have a rich man.
(This was a get-whatever-you-want-for-nothing episode.)
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Cinderella's white dress
Google Cinderella and you will find her in a beautiful, blue dress. But if you've seen the movie you would know that her dress is white. And shimmery.
Why would they advertise it as blue?
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Summer nights: ball
WE ALL HAVE one of those perfect summer nights. When we could run around outside without tights or jeans on our legs. When the dark night only lasted for two hours and we didn't really care when we went to bed - or how we would feel in the morning!
One of the best nights I've had was when I went up to Stockholm with my friend Axel. He was going to his military ball and needed a date.
"In!"
Amazing dresses and uniforms. Amazing food. Amazing people. And the highlights:
- Ditching the pre party with the boys to go to the hotel and have a getting-ready-with-Chardonnay with all of the newfound girlfriends
- Meeting my date and he bursts out in a "wow"
- Taking a date picture á la prom night
- Realising, three in the morning, that my ring glowed in the dark!
- Taking off the gown and run around in tight dress+Converse
- Taking an "after picture" when the sun was coming back up at four in the morning
- Running around playing football with the kids from the neighbourhood - with a beer in the hand
The day after we all went on the buses back to central, every single person with one or two painkiller pills in their system. And then I took the train back home. One night. Totally worth it.
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Swedish people won't interact
GOOD MORNING. JUST saw this picture on Facebook and the blogger in me just had to blog about it.
Because, seriously. This is it. This is the way Swedish people work.
We may be very social when you meet us. We may be the most awesome people EVER. But this quality only stays when in a group. Because when Swedish people
(Okay, so not all of us. I'm good.)
are faced to interact with people they don't know on their own-- and with the option not to-- we won't do it. We stay as far away from each other as possible, because we don't want to risk getting in an awkward situation without our friends around. We don't talk to each other like people do here.
(And don't even get me started on how we don't apologize when we pump into each other. Ever.)
(Again. Not all of us. I'm good.)
(And most of my friends. Because I only hang out with good people.)
Since I've moved here, I've been having such great conversations with random people waiting for the bus... while in Sweden... it's this picture:
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The amazing paint box
IF YOU'RE NOT too old or too young reading my blog you will remember this paint box! Someone posted it on 9GAG
(Yeah. That's where I hang out now.)
and all I could think about how proud I was for owning this. For the first two days. Then just how annoyed I was that the empty slots just increased for every second. How come you only lose things that are supposed to fill a set?!
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Cellphones: ruining pool parties
YOU KNOW WHAT'S been bugging me for the last few years?!
Cellphones.
I wouldn't live without it
(Could. Wouldn't.)
and a cellphone is welcome in any situation. EXCEPT ONE!
Pool parties.
Is it just me, or don't you miss the time when you could push anyone into the water without thinking about whether you'd need to pay them £500 afterwards or not?
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Spiderman's shoes
His feet!
He was jumping off a house, as usual and there was a shot where you got to see the soles of his feet. And they had all these pegs and stuff on them. Which makes sense, I guess. That Spiderman would have some sort of shoes. So I looked closer, went back and forth in the trailer... but I couldn't make out any shoes! It's just socks! Or his costume.
Does the costume have a thick sole?
I guess it doesn't really matter and it's probably a very simple answer - such as: "yes, Spiderman does in fact wear shoes". It's just that I've never thought about it before.
His feet, that is.
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You are european
ONE THING THAT really confuses me is why my british friends refer to themselves as "living outside of Europe". Everytime a trip comes up someone burst out "Oh, I really want to go to Europe!".
?
Dude, you're in Europe.
For some, strange reason they seem to feel like the don't belong in the category of Europe. Why, I have no idea. Probably because it's water between them and the rest of Europe.
(Or maybe it's just a question of "us" and "them".)
And the fact that every. Map. To be found states otherwise doesn't seem to make a difference. And when I make a fuss about it
(We are all the same!!)
(I don't understand this!!)
they simply say that they're not european. But I certainly am. No. No. Get yourself some self awareness and embrace the freaking european in you!
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School tips
DO YOU REMEMBER the sneaky things you did in school? So that you wouldn't get embarrassed in front of your class, like answering questions wrong? Honestly, I dreaded this. Even though 80% of my classmates would get their answers wrong as well.
But, one of the things I
(And you.)
learned always work was
(Except looking very busy, writing down random words.)
to put my arm up really high in the beginning of the lesson. For the oh, so obvious questions. That way, the teacher would feel that you had done your share of expertees. And so did you.
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Pokémons, wizards or Jedi?
I SAW THIS blog post about hei what you would choose if you had three different opportunites appearing.
- Go to Hogwarts
- Become a Jedi
- Become a Pokémon trainer
And I now find myself pondering this... at least between opportunity one and three. I like Star Wars but becoming a Jedi seems like too much trouble. Giving up your kids, deny your emotions, probably being killed just by being a Jedi and stuff.
So, Pokémon or wizard... Going to Hogwarts would be pretty amazing and all but just imaging having your own Pokémon. A little animal super dedicated and devoted to you.
(Well, except if you get stuck with Snorlax.)
(Although I would love him just as much, that big lump!)
Going to Hogwarts I would have an owl. Probably like Hedwig. Because I'm mainstream. And I would have a wand. Which is PRETTY convincing but... I would end up with poorly judged professors and would probably face villains who could end up killing me by just one word.
And then there's Pokémon. I would leave home at ten and travel the world. Would have a devoted animalish with almost godlike powers and the stories of the creations of universes. Also, the villains I would meet would have great comical timing and fly off into the horizon before actually doing any harm.
And think all that they could do for you: surf you anywhere, teleport you anywhere, provide electricity-- saving money, eh!--, DRAGONS, can make it sunny/rain, UNICORNS-- I want Rapidash!-- and then make you sleep. So you won't have to worry about insomnia.
Yep. Pokémon trainer it is. They just seem like the worlds. Best. Pet. Ever.
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