Food... and now I have to go.

For some reason I am extraordinarily happy to be invited over to someone else's house for dinner.
I might just be served some bread and a glass of fanta, but at least I don't have to stand staying at home and hear my father say: "Your mum and me don't feel like making dinner. Go fix yourself some leftovers".

It's not that mum and dad are lazy. They're just at that age when everything's been done at least a thousand times. They feel like they're going around in an endless circle of pasta and meatballs.
So I tell them I'll make dinner.
They say: "what?"
I say: "I dunno.. We have some vegetables. We have some french fries... That salmon you bought yesterday. I could make some kind of sauce to dip the fries in."

And every single time,  I get the answer: "..hmmm. That sounds weird.."

You just can't help people who don't want to be helped.

And what the hell is wrong with eating salmon and french fries?

There will be no cook books in my house.
There will only be ingredients and free will.

Deliciousness happens by accident, anyway, doesn't it? My brother once dropped his chocolate powder on a piece of toast. Loved it.
I once put some chips on my toast.
It became an addiction.

Now, I have to go catch that bus, or Maria will kill me.


Youtube stuff.

I think of this as the start of something new.

It might not be apparent at the moment, but things will change on my channel. For the better, I hope.



Oh, and why youtube won't let the video fill the entire screen this time... I have no idea.

Youtube does have this habit of annoying people, doesn't it?


I could almost smell the grass. Almost.


Today was the type of day where your dad comes through the door, panting, telling you how hot it is outside, and how you have to go feel it. Your mom is on the porch, sunbathing.. And you can't stop laughing because the light is in your eyes, making it impossible to see where you're going.

But you keep walking, because you just have to experience this.

It hasn't been this sunny in a long long time.

I walked to the store, and the pavement was peeking through the snow.
No ice. Not today.

I do look like le shit, Maria.

Guess what, Rebecca? My friday fudgin' sucked.
There was no kickin' in no front seat, and there was no fun, fun, fun.

I woke up and thought the weather looked nice, so I said: I'mma go out for a walk today.
It is friday after all. Gotta get down. (I seriously have to get that song out of my head now. I even dreamt about it last night)

So I went outside, and.... it started snowing.
Not that regular kind of: "oh, it's snowing.. how pretty" kind of snowing. But that wet kind of: "oh, shit... it's snowing in my face" kind of snowing.

How come the wind blows in your face no matter what direction you're going in? How is that possible?

Anyway, I think this old lady wanted to give me a candy bar, because with my sniffling and my runny mascara, I probably looked like someone who just got dumped.

I'm gonna make a nice chicken pie now.
It's become an obsession.
A delicious obsession.

I'll be the pie master of the world one day.





Just applied for 12----or was it 14?----Uni programs. Let's hope I didn't screw up the order.

For those of you wondering what I finally decided to go with, here's a hint ----> all of it.

No, but I definitely didn't forget anything. I threw in all the subjects that I've ever been slightly interested in, except for neuroscience, because honestly........................ No way.

I applied for lots of media production type programs. I applied for journalism programs. I applied for psychology programs. I applied for language/linguistics programs.

It's up to chance now.

And that's all I got.

Shower time.

I googled "random", and this is what I got.

It's PI DAY today!!


Yep. It's Pi Day.


Today's dinner:



My heart is refusing me.




It's amazing how different a song can sound live. I didn't think much of this song when I saw Loreen perform it. But listening to the studio version makes me think: this is the type of song that deserves major pr.

Her voice is amazing.

Schleepy time.

I have to apply for university programs/courses soon.
This makes me have to answer the questions:

1. What do I want to do with my life?
2. Where do I want to go?

Getting me to use my brain at all is hard enough as it is, but to think that far ahead?

No, let's stop using the bimbo excuse.
I just really want to be a kitty cat.

Sleep all day.
Ignore my owners with style.
Make scratch marks on the couch.
Get into territorial fights.

Yes, yes, yes. Everything sucks, Saade is the devil, let's not dwell on it.

I have this yearly tradition of writing a long essay about how much the world sucks after the swedish finale of Eurovision Song Contest.
But this year... I just don't feel like it.

We all know that the wrong guy won. He's a little boy with a microphone, and the girls voted for his face, not his voice. It's a disgrace.

But in my mind, Danny won. He certainly was the best artist of the evening, and I knew I wanted him to win from the start.

So... here's to dreams!
And seeing Eric Saade shatter them all.



Instead of talking about my chipped nailpolish...

Obviously, we're all worried about the people we know in Japan. I'm lucky to know that none of my dearest friends are harmed in any way.

I logged on and saw that the wonderful JE fans of the world have collected info on as many members as they can find.
This following image is from news_jpop at livejournal.


I thought this was really sweet. Of course, I'm not surprised to see such dedication. JE fans have always been dedicated to their fandom. But somehow this constant action to make sure everyone's ok really got to me.


To all the people that donated to the red cross, you guys are my personal heroes. (Dear brother, you are awesome)


If you want to donate, you can do so --->here<---,

or if you're swedish, --->here<---


That is all.

A short note on audio books.

Attempting to make a chicken pie without chicken is very hard.
I could even venture to say it's impossible.

Which is why I'm pissed.

This subject is quite boring, though, so let's talk about audio books instead.


I tried listening to an audio book today while making my impossible pie. (see how I tied that together?)
It was Pride and Prejudice, narrated by someone named May. I don't remember her full name, because in all honesty, I don't care.

Here's my biggest problem with it:

I listened to this voice for 2,5 hours, almost falling asleep at times, but then valiantly forcing my eyes to stay open.
2,5 hours.
When I later on checked the corresponding page number I was shocked to see that I was still only on page 46.

That is a whopping 46 pages in 2,5 hours.

How many pages per hour is that?



I'll be dead before this woman is done reading.

So here's my final conclusion: Seeing as there's little chance you'll actually like the narrator's voice or that you'll be able to stay focused during the whole thing... I don't really think it's worth listening to an audio book for however many years it takes to get through it.

I never thought I'd like audio books, and it turns out I was right.


"Stop complaining, stop complaining" - mrs. English Teacher

Aaaaaaand the water is gone again.

I can't believe how long it's been since I could go downstairs and have a nice glass of water without having to think about bacteria, high levels of cloride... or whether or not water will actually come out of the tap!

I've been in a bad mood for three days.
Please let me get out of this house. I can't breathe.

Funerals, relatives, questions; "What are you up to now a days?", torture, claustrophobia.... and now drought.





I need a vacation.


Why today is a good day






Just received my very first review copy (ever), and it seems very shiny and unbelievable in my hands.


At first, I didn't even know what the book was about. I was excited enough that a publishing company thought I was good enough to take a chance on. But then I actually did some research on the book and what it was about, and I have to say: I never thought I'd be this lucky.


People are already giving it five stars on goodreads, and the plot sounds very intruiging. This is the first book House of Lore has published, and they saw me and thought: "She seems good enough" and paid for the shipping to my country.

Does anyone get how happy I am right now??


I'm gonna go downstairs and dance around while my parents try to guess why I'm so giddy.

Sometimes living with your parents is quite nice.


....*red face*

I saw this thing in the paper today, where it said: "Train delayed because of delays".

Made me laugh, and also gave me an idea for an excuse.

Hrm... So!

Sorry about the delay... I was delayed. And stuff.




I've been spending a lot of time reading lately, and even so I'm behind on my challenge.
Of course, it might have something to do with the fact that I've been sleeping on the couch for the last couple of nights... When you fall asleep on couches it's not because you're reading.... It's because you're watching The Bourne Trilogy. For the 3643644th time.

Bourne flaws:

  1. The third movie is ridiculous violence-wise. He spends so much time crashing into other cars or driving off of roofs.. But he never really gets hurt. In the first two movies, he at least gets injuries.
  2. It ended.

And why? Sure, the author died before he could write book number four, but another, less talented, author picked up where he left off! Let's use his books and twist them into something watchable! I want more of Matt Damon Kicking Major Ass.

I of course heard they were making a fourth movie. But that was like 3 years ago! Where is it, people? WHERE?



I know you're not supposed to want to jump ahead in time, because that means that you'll have lost precious moments that you'll want to reclaim when you're dying... But whatever, I have issues with this season, and it's driving me up the wall.

First of all, why is it around 0 degrees in January? February is the coldest month of the year, and already the snow's beginning to melt and turn into sneaky, sneaky white ice.
But that's not what I meant when I said that I had issues with this season!

What I meant was: Get me out of this boring interlude!

I've been cranky for a while now, seeing as I don't want to be here, doing the things I'm doing. I want to be somewhere else, studying. Living life.
But now things are worse... because of TV entertainment.

WHAT???? You ask?

(Is that really a question, by the way? I mean, I know it has a question mark after it, but.. it doesn't really contain any kind of information as to what it's asking..... ANYWAY--->)

Misfits season 3 --------> Premieres in November 2011

Sherlock season 2 -------> Premieres "Fall of 2011"

Dexter season 6 --------> Premieres in September 2011

It's like the universe is taunting me.
Everything happens after this summer.
And I'm still in the Before part of the year.

... and I'm losing my mind.

Am I being serious?



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