My new pet

In the name of hypochondria - I think I'm almost dying!
During midsummer when me, my family and John all bundled up together at our sailingboat, John decided to leave the crowded ship and take a short walk in the woods.
BAD IDEA
He came back giving me a new pet - a tic
Lovely!
I DON'T like those creeps, and I DON'T like them biting me!
I know walk around with a red itchy mark on my right arm, it looks like a bad shave!

If my right arm falls off, do I automatically get a first?

The penis dance

My friends published this beautiful picture of the midsummer dance here in Sweden.
Just have to steal it to show my beloved Brits how a REAL midsummer celebration is suppose to look like!

Stalking and sexblogs

I'm seriously considering buying crocs, those colorful, completely tasteless, horrifying, plastic creations.
My feet are dead, standing up for a whole working day is pain!
Working at Bam during Wildfruit in high stilettos is nothing compared to working in nasty sneakers!

Although I guess I should not complain since I kinda like my job at Systemet. It's nice in a very monotonus day to day rutine. I meet a lot of weirdos and other funny people. I love a man named Anders, he's an old alcoholic who comes in everyday to buy wine and beer, sometimes he's there a couple times a day. He used to be a university teacher but turned into an alcoholic, he always chat a bit with me about everything and asks how England and my studies are going. He's like a big hugbear that smells slightly of Heiniken.

I was thinking about what me and Åsa was talking about yesterday, I must agree with her that studying is life! I know, I sound like a complete geek but at the same time, your are free to do whatever you want, distribute your time and you get money for free (or at least almost) for learning things you are interested in!
How much better can it get?!
You can work if you feel like it, you can meet friends and go out cause you don't have a set schedule.

In a change of subject, I think it would be lovely if Caro could start her own blogg, I kinda like the name Joanna gave it, cause I mean, she is not really the girl with the ONE tracked mind, rather two tracked. Potatoes and Sex.
Spudbabies and celibacy is another one I could see fit!
Looking forward reading that blog in the future!

Home Sweet Home

I guess I should start blogging again, I mean I have no real excuse anymore for not updating it properly.
Exams are finished, not more uni for three long months and since I've been claiming during the past term that uni "is sooo much harder than work" to John because when you're home from work you are free to do whatever you feel like...
Well...as I said, no valid excuse not to write anylonger.

On top of that, I have promised my miss TitDi to start blogging in english so she can follow some of my life over internet. Partly because as everybody knows I'm the worst when it comes to staying in touch.
Just ask Åsa, she called me today. It was really lovely to hear her voice again!
It's been ages since we last talked, probably since new years or so, if it haden't been for her great patients with her dippy and thoughtless friend it would probably been a couple of more months before we've talked.
Although, to be truthful, I actually thought of calling her the other day.
But sometimes it's not the thought that counts, it's the actual action.

I met the rest of the IB tonight. Or the sad little bunch that is still in Stockholm. I can't believe there are so many friends lost around the world!
But I guess that's what you get when you choose to study at an international program to get out and see the world. We all have the same dream.
Leave Sweden.
Or in most cases, just for a while, but still, it's really empty to come home when no ones here.
I think I'm lucky to have John here cause I think the emptiness without my lot of friends would be even more noticable.
Even friends lika Åsa in Norrköping (that's in the south of Sweden, you ignorant english speakers ;)) and Mia in Ramsele (top north in Sweden) feels far away.

But still, this is my home, home is what and where you make it, and for me it is here.