Monday 10 August 2009

tiresome monday

With bright pink nail polish I'm contemplating the state of myself having survived the weekend. Cuts, bites and rashes seem to overlap each other on my body. Safe to say I have looked better!

The week rushes by before I need to have everything in order when I'm off. At least now I know cat will have some people lookin out for him – thanks a million for that girls. He seems quite cheerful by all the packin going on in the flat. Hiding in bags is one of his specialities – mental note to check the bag an extra time before departure… Don't reckon he'd like the destination anyway.

Today it's doin laundry on the schedule. Will take me all evening. Really boring stuff to do.

Tomorrow it's a short day for me at work – weeii. A visit at the beauty parlor then hangin with Anna and Eben, maybe catch a film. Have already seen Year One but they hasn’t so we might see that one – I don’t mind a good laugh! It will probably be a late night as usual and I'll probably be a tad bit dead at the office on wed, but we'll guaranteed have a good time so well worth it.
Besides – I'm dead today anyway, just for the stupid reason of me never getting into bed at reasonable hours. Think I slept 4h tonight.

Friday 7 August 2009

Classico was playin on the radio. Jack Black makes me smile.. Hilarious dude. I also saw his Year One last week and loved it! Ha ha ha



I have also managed to get a new charger from the IT-dept!
However they seemed a bit reluctant… I tried explaining that it was an accident – they happen! I think they were bein a bit fussy about the whole thing.

Finally friiiiiiiday!

I accidentally jammed the cord of the mobile phone charger in the hole puncher yesterday trying to multitask in my office – so whilst the cord sported a perfectly half circle round hole in it, it still worked! Although I have to sit and press it for it to be able to charge…

I might need a weekend it seems…

Had the months end yesterday which I don’t really like doing, especially when it like yesterday shows a diff in the accounts… gah. After a way too long day which left my mind feelin like it'd been put through a blender me and a co-worker ditto good friend went to a restaurant for a awesome dinner, a glass (or two perhaps) of nicely chilled white wine and sat in the evening sun feelin that things were just a tad bit better at that point.. We had a cocktail drink too, just to be sure… ;)

Ohh, and the restaurant we went to had an awesome toilet! Really spaced out! You locked the door by pressin a discrete button on the wall. A bit star trekkish feelin there..

Sunday 19 July 2009


I havent spoken to him in so long now. Feels awful.

Tuesday 7 July 2009

Saturday 13 June 2009

Since I hung up the phone after talkin to yank this morning I might've changed my mind. Hell, I am fine with spendin time in the middle of the woods. Even with the lake option. It's all a matter of perspective. In the last hour and a half the combination mum-sis-kitten has caused more havoc than my apartment has seen in years. And Ive got scratch marks all over my both hand and am still bleeding a bit on my right foot since the other two are too scared to correct that little bastard when the cats are hissing.
My cat is mean, no doubt about that. But he's straight forward with it, he doesnt fuss about and is quite clear with what he wants. I dig that, no problem. And he doesnt try and play on being cute...
This little furball has so far also been fiddling with the cables behind the telly, changed the screen settings on my laptop and - oh yeah, almost forgot.. - peed in my bed. The bed that I no longer sleeps in caused my family is camped out here, the very bed that all pets are fobidden to be in. But my sister had sneaked him up while I was in the shower and mum was partner in crime. Sigh. Now Im on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Thats when my mum starts with the sad voice and cocker spaniel eyes sayin it might be better for me if they went back to their apartment 'it might not be so bad there, not if he's sober... then he usually isnt too mean'... No, of course they'll stay at my place.

But I am blissfully happy about going shoppin inna few hours with my friends, otherwise Id go bonkers inna heartbeat...

Thursday 4 June 2009

Another evening and still no weekend! This has been such a long week, should've been friday days ago... But as it has decided to finally arrive tomorrow it's birthday dinner on the scheduel. And this one has the potential of hardcore-Days-of-our-lifes drama. We got ex'es, new finacees, jealousy, not to mention alcohol! This is gonna be awesome - dinner and a show....

Tempus fugit. I left work unusually early today and was lookin forward to a long evening at home - I don't know where it went! Already am I up too late... crap.

My brother has just realised some of the consequenses of having a girlfriend. I e no longer have the last say when it comes to clothing. Especially his own. He ventliated this sneaking realisation for me when we met for a fika yesterday, in a hesitant way as he was desperatly hopin he had got it all wrong. I laughed so hard. Well some people (read guys) needs to learn the hard way. Girls are manipulative bitches the lot of us, and will jump at any chance of dominating the shit out of our guys - especially when it comes to clothing. We're just like that. Sorry.

Sunday 26 April 2009

Right now..

..my hair is wet, makin me look slightly like Medusa with it tanglin down like serpents.

..I'm withnessing the craze of bein in love close hand. My brother is head over heels, so that's nice for him and all - but if I were him I'd run for the hills long ago. We've had our discussions about this, my brother being the classical romatic, me being of the more.. shall we say controversial?.. type.
I don't reckon there's anyway to really claim not being a romantic. We're all lovers - if not engineered by society then by genetics. But our defenitions about romance clearly differs.
Me being a very subjectively tuned person, hadn't realized that people actually really do like the things they obviously seem to do. Sprinkling rose petals on a bed to me isnt romantic - more like biological terrorism.

Sunday 29 March 2009

I cant understand how Elizabeth Arden's Eight Hour Cream can be so popular. It smells like shit!
Sundays seems to vary from being very boring, completely devoid of any action to be absolutely packed with things to do. Todays the latter. Just came back from a fika* (*non-translateable swedish word. A fika is meeting someone for coffee/tea/fizzy drink and maybe something sweet to it, or maybe not.) with my best friend Nettan. Now back at home I need to tidy up and clean the flat. Do the dishes. Excercise. Shower. Pay bills. Go check on Hannas flat on the other side of town. Food shop before going to Maddes flat for some girls talk.

Gotta get going!

Friday 20 March 2009

20th of March

It was time for a lovely first yesterday: the first time to use sunglasses for the year.
This event put such a light feeling to everything that even though I stayed at work untill after 6pm yesterday (when the rest of my office dissapered sometime around 4pm) I managed to do quite alot of studies sitting on the train.
Then I went to one of my best friends flat for dinner with some of her friends from uni.
And today it's friday! I am going to grandfather's today after work. We're gonna have sushi dinner together. I'm looking forward to it already. Even though we txt every day it's still not the same as spending time together, and I havn't been there for a while now.

After that I have absolutely no plans for the weekend. That is to say, I got absolute tons to do, but just no social plans. I'll probably squeeze something in though; I havn't met Nettan and baby Ellan in forever and that usually takes predecendence over 'shoulds' when it comes to studies.

I wonder how Hanna's doing. She should've arrived in Wellington by now. Hope I'll get an update soon.

Thursday 12 March 2009

Emergency announcement

I cant be reached on my private phone.
You have to call my work phone....

Wednesday 25 February 2009

Think I'll abandon work now and continue on to do some studies.. Might should've brought something to eat. ....Nah, I'll just go and get a coke from the machine.
Am the only one left in the finance dept and coincedentally also the only one there not gettin paid! Ah, the irony...

Tuesday 24 February 2009

Sleep deprivation would be a ridicoulus understatement...


Think scandinavians should do as the rest of the inhabitants of the cold dark north and go into hibernation.. sleep for a few months? mmmmmmm.....

Tuesday 3 February 2009

silly little blonde girl...

Exactly how much can I get away with by being blonde....?
Today I did 1: studied so intently (which so far is a good thing) that I forgot to eat (here comes the bad..) resulting to 2: went food shopping starving with the natural result of my purchase alone making out approximately 60% of the stores days turn over. Thus 3: eatin sweets and drinkin coke instead of proper dinner, still being on a slight high after a day of work well done, resulting in me bouncin around in a combined sugar/caffein induced rush. So at 11pm Im still no closer to bed but on the phone to a classmate talking about group accounting and simultaneously am trying to wriggle (already here it starts to sound bad...) my way out my sweater. I didnt break the sweater, but managed to get stuck in it and pullin a muscle in my left shoulder as I did...

Start fresh tomorrow, yeah???

Friday 16 January 2009

Finally friday, oh lovely lovely friday... This day means that I don't haveto get up early tomorrow!!! Something that is very important to me. And more or less the only reason I at all survive during the weeks. I hate mornings. That's just how it is. Don't wake me unless you really haveto.Don't talk to me in the mornings. And whatever you do don't be cheery.. Although this might apply a bit more than just in the morning. I don't trust cheery people. It's just not sane. People that keeps sayin that the glas is half full must have their endorphine levels all screwed up, and the ones walkin around with a constant grin on their face makin them resemble those weak minded puppies and kitten painted on plates that hangs in old peoples homes, they are just plain scary.

Wednesday 14 January 2009

Probably should've stayed in my office...
The Talk evolved quite quickly into something quite rare in our family - me enraged. I think it was quite a nasty shock for my mother, not having heard me raise my voice in about over a decade and now being the object for my upset emotions. My mother - being the foremost in our familys way of handling conflicts - by active avoidance - solved it by hangin up the phone.
That did not help my temper... My brother spent the evening with me not really knowing wether to console me or hide.

Yesterday Hanna and I met up after work and headed over to my place for dinner and just haning out. It was a nice relief from my menagerie-like family. What to do without good friends?

Monday 12 January 2009

I wonder if I can hide out in my office for a longer period of time.... I think it might be possible! Plus I'd get work done aswell. And with a coke machine down the hall I don't see what could make this a bad idea.

Ah, lovely caffeine!

the Talk

Had a great weekend behind me so going back to work this week wasn't too bad. Have a ton to do at work today, but I still like it so it flows quite smoothly. And have to call mum to see if she can come over tonight. This is a call and visit we're both a bit apprehensive to, although me in particular since I have a vauge idea of what it is I have to say to her.. So we haveto have a Talk. I really hate those. Probably cause I usually fiercly do my best to aviod them and am more partial to solving it in peace with tequila. Crap. I hate when I haveto be the responsible one - I'm not very good at it. So this time I haveto try and tell my mother that if she keeps going back to my little sisters dad I can't help her. Because then she doesn't want help - just a place to stay and someone telling her it's not her fault and everything's gonna be alright. And for that she can get a hotel room and should get a therapist. Which - by judging on the latest events - I'm gonna need as well, and bill her for it.
But it is tragic. She's like a junkie only in it for the next fix. Although I can't for the life of me see what that fix would be.. Maybe the glimpses she sees every once in a while - on a good period - of a happy family life. In that case I'm really sorry for her, cause if so she must want it so bad that it blinds her to reality. Or maybe reality isn't just as fun, who knows.
I've been talking to some of my family about this. It's sad because we all want to see her happy but knows she wont be now. As soon as she goes back to him it leads to trouble; arguments, drinking and fights - and nightmares for me. But it's not like you can stop a person from making here own decisions. I'll just try my best to look after my sister. And tell my mother to get a hotel room next time. But I probably wont... it's still my family.

Thursday 8 January 2009

Back from Manchester, tired with a cold BUT WITH NEW SHOES

The day after.
Started travelling 3am yesterday morning, hadn't seen any point in trying to get any sleep before that. From Manchester to Liverpool to Skavsta to Stockholm to Arlanda. Got there by lunch and did only the most urgent things then left work for home.
My brother was trying to score some plus points since he's been ockupying my whilst I've been away (actually not only when I've been away) and offered to cook me dinner and pamper me. this means him doing the dishes and taking the trash out. Wanna bet what happened? Nothing. Mental note: reclaim set of keys from family members, it is not a nice gesture, it is charity work!!

My new shoes however are lovely, am taking them soon to grandma for inspection and admiration. I also found a gorgeus pair or earrings. So despite a heavy cold I am happy.

though am seriously considering calling up my brother and yell a bit to get him to tidy up as promised. I did after all by him a pressie from England.