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I've got a cold. Blargh.

It's weird realizing your childhood friend is grown up. It's even weirder to realize they've grown into someone kinda... hot. With, like, muscles. The kind of muscles that aren't from trying to buff up or trying to win at something, but more like a side effect of doing something you really like, which happens to involve running around and pulling yourself up on things and jumping a lot.

Laundry time!

On Monday my dad went to the hospital with chestpains. Thankfully it wasn't a heart attack, but his blood pressure was through the roof. So he stayed the night, and was discharged with medicine for the blood pressure and medicine for his cholesterol, which was also too high. I can't say I'm surprised, but I hope it gives him the wake up call he needs so that he starts taking better care of himself.

I bought a bikini earlier today. I'm actually not enitrely comfortable with it, but I'm considering it therapy. If someone doesn't like the way I look in it, they can look at something else.

I've also got a new razor blade for my razor. It felt so weird not having to press down when I shaved my legs! New razor blades are the best. It's a shame they're so ridiculously expensive... At least the Venus ones.

And finally;

I've been working quite a lot these days, but I don't mind, 'cause hey, need the cash! Ooh, and a funny thing happened today at work! I noticed someone had put money in the tip-fish (it's a glass fish for putting tips in), no less than 100 ;- (which is about 59 us dollars, I think)! Very nice. If I'm ever rich I'll tip a lot, too. When it's deserved, obviously.

I've also tried to figure out the flirtiest way of saying "Here's your chévre toast". It's not easy, I'll tell you that! I was thinking of saying something else too, but I froze up, as I tend to do. Buuut I tried. And I'm pretty sure he recognized me (Cryptic post is cryptic).

Tomorrow is haircut time. Fringe Y/N is the question needing an answer. All else is secondary. Also, tomorrow is pay day. I should be getting muchos dineros.
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(I lied to my boss today, even though I didn't really need to, and it came out so naturally it scared me)

Things I have done today that could have been dangerous or resulted in something bad are (so far):

Riding my bike too fast around a corner, and thus almost crashing into someone.
Leaving the house without turning the oven off (but in my defense I was only gone for like two minutes).
Forgetting to lock the door.
Tripping over things.

But the day isn't over yet, there's still time for more!


In three minutes my sponge cake should hopefully be done. Sponge cakes are underrated. As are cinnamon buns. At least the good ones should get more attention.

Me, coding letters on the computer: "Haha, check this letter out! They've written a first and last name, and the town, but nothing else. Talk about having faith in the postal service! *presses key* ... Oops, I sent it to export..."
Adam, laughing: "So much for that faith!"


I got my scheduele for the summer today, and it won't be colliding with the (very few) plans I have. Now I won't have to worry about trading shifts and whatnot, I'm really relieved!

I'm in charge of the warm-up at choir practice tonight, but I have a nasty cold, so we'll see how that works out. Blaaargh. I hate having colds, it's silly.

I am not fat. In fact, my BMI is 22,5, so I'd say that's about as normal as it gets.

I'm working eleven hours tomorrow D: Or, I start at 11 AM, and get off at 11 PM, with one hour from 5 to 6 pm to get from one job to the other. And eat. I'll make sure I get to eat. I don't function without food, I don't get it when people skip meals. Like my dad, he's like "oh, I haven't had anything since breakfast, but it's fine, see you at nine tonight!". Nope, don't get it at all.

I'm moving oooout, oh yeaaaah! Like June 8th, or 9th. Somewhere around there. I'm so totally looking forward to it, even though I'm a bit scared too, obviously. I can't buy a computer until August or September, but until then I get to use Susanne's (one of my roomies (teehee, roomie!)), and she'll be in Canada from June 8th until the first half of July, so it's all gravy. I'll still get to nourish my Internet addiction! Hahahaha. Ha. Ahaha.... Ehrm. I'm healthy. Be quiet, you.

Also I had a theme day with the postal service today, buuuut I don't know what to say about it. It was kind of fun. In a sort of boring way. So yees. And I got out of working at the café, even though I dodged it in a kind of mean way, but I didn't know what else to do. Thankfully there were no angry text messages when I switched my mobile on, so no harm done. Hopefully.

Finally, I've been having so many sex dreams lately it's not even funny.
 Who am I kidding, of course it's funny! But it's a bit disturbing. Or weird. Or another adjective like that.

Last night I dreamt my face was completely green. I used a darker shade of green lipstick, and gold eyeshadow. Oh yeah, I make green look good!

This picture made me laugh, for real.

Hey all! I've ganked a list with 36 questions, and I'd love it if everyone on my friends list would answer them. Any answer is good, long or short, doesn't matter! I just wanna know more about you.

The comments are screened, too, so there's no reason not to answer them!

I envy people who don't freak out when someone shows interest in them. Because I do, pretty much every single time. One day, I'll go over this with my shrink, and probably conclude it's all my dad's fault. Or maybe my mom's. Or a combination of the two.

Aaanyway. I did a test at the post office today (I work there, so I have to pass a couple of tests to get to continue). I have to sort 600 letters in 20 minutes or less, with no more than 2 errors. I finished in 23 minutes D:, but I get to take it until I pass it, or until I run out of time, which I think is May 14th. So once or twice more oughta do the trick!

Tomorrow I'll have some coffee with my dad (his treat), and write a letter to A. Or at least start the letter. I'd like to enclose an article I was in, but I can't find the paper anywhere... My mom's even looked for it, and even though she always finds everything, this time her search was fruitless. Why do moms always find everything? And, even more interesting, why don't the dads? And if you have a dad who finds stuff, good for you!

Did anyone watch that really weird kids' show with guys becoming half-sharks, and swimming in the pavement? Man, I would've liked to be in the room when they came up with that one! "Ok, so, there are theses guys... And then something happens, and they're like half sharks! But like, urban sharks, y'know? So they swim in the pavement! Oh, but they get to keep their hair, obviously. Can't have bald sharks, now can we?"

I got to work seven hours today. It actually wasn't as bad as it has been before, I think I'm getting into the swing of things at the café. I was supposed to work six hours, but the woman who started after me didn't show up at first, so the other girl working called her and asked her where she was. She'd been convinced she wasn't working today, so I stayed an hour longer, til she was able to get there. It really wasn't that big of a sacrifice for me, and I got me some extra cash. But I burned myself on the coffee machine! Those things are evil, but still fun to use.

And aaargh, this is so frustrating, but there was a celebrity of sorts at the café today, and it sucks that she isn't known outside of Scandinavia, because now I can't impress you guys D: But! This is my favorite song of hers (in Swedish), and this is another good one (English). So yes, très cool.

Taking my leave now. Toodles!

Oh gods, the money tension (penningspänning, it rhymes in Swedish, much more fun that way!) isn't showing any signs of mercy. I went and bought expensive things yesterday D: Or, actually, more like one expensive thing, and the other one not so much. A coat and a bag. I needed the coat, and I've been checking the bag out since December. I'm not a very good impulsive buyer. When I have no money, I want to buy everything, and when I can actually afford it I don't like anything.


So yees. I have a proposition to consider. I could possibly move in with a friend and her roommate come June, but I don't think I'll be able to afford it. What with me having no firm income, and all. Of course, I'm going to be working about 80% this summer at the post office (involves a lot of night shifts, which of course means more money), but that's not until then. And I need to survive the first couple of months, too. But it would really be nice to move out. Like, before all my family members start getting on my nerves. I could try and get some more work until then, both at the post office and temping at day cares. I don't think I'll be looking for extra work at the cafe, though. It's really strenuous work, in a very physical way, and I'm not completely comfortable with the environment (mostly because I feel like the odd one out).
Thus, my plan consists of trying to get more work, and just generally making money. I just moved 5,000 SEK to my savings account (which apparently is about 839 USD, my rent would be at about 285 USD a month), so at least I have something.

Okay, enough of that. I'm getting an ulcer just thinking about it, I don't think I'm cut out for adulthood.

Happy news, people! I found the key I'd lost! It was just outside the door, and now that the snow has melted, it was visible. It must've been there for about two months. It's definitely got that antique-finish to it now. If I wanted to justify my dropping it, I would say that it's been beautifully patinated! But I try not to justify stupid things I do, so I'll refrain from it. Mmmmaybe.

Berlusconi won the Italian election. I have only one thing to say about this; Poo.

I've been dreaming of ghosts, and a small dog ->bird ->very tiny missile. It was a nightmare of sorts. One of the ghosts (sometimes with, sometimes without skin) was talking happily about how the cellar ghost would rip our chests open, "and isn't that a hearty thing?" she said. To which I replied "-_-". I was trying to get on her good side, I even had her sit down at the dinner table, but nooo! Then I woke up and went to the bathroom, and when I fell back asleep someone had been to the house and exorcised all the ghosts except for the creepy, skinless, deadpanning lady. She was still around, and a bit bitter that she wasn't going to get to enjoy our gory deaths anymore. But I was glad the cellar ghost was gone and unable to excavate any more torsos. What was extra creepy was that he was a kid, like eight years old or something. Eight years old are my least favorites. Eight, up to... sixteen.

I have also boiled potatoes today. Potatoes don't like me, they take forever to boil when I'm the one doing it. Seriously, it took 35 minutes today. But they're done now, and sitting obediently on the kitchen counter, cooling off. Good potatoes.

I took a walk to the library and returned three CD's; A David Bowie "Best of", Jens Lekman's "When I said I wanted to be your dog", and José González' "In our Nature". I haven't listened to them properly, but I ripped them to iTunes, so nemas problemas. There's this one song on the Jens Lekman CD, called "Do you remember the riots?", which I really like. I do remember those riots, even though I wasn't there. It's so weird that it was in 2001, it seems like yesterday.

Time to make dinner now, fritata with bacon. Au revoir!

The chocolate shock is imminent, but I don't mind.

Today I've been at the TV-studio, and been a part of a singing studio audience. It's for some sort of hymn-thingie. I'm not a christian, but it was still sort of fun. The musicians were good. Very hot in the studio, though, what with all the lights in there.

And blargh, it's been snowing like crazy here today. Typical April weather.

Today's truth: I hate being cold. It puts me in a horrible mood.

It's probably good to expose a truth every day. Not that this was that much of an exposure, but still. Gotta' start somewhere.

Another truth is that I have Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Did I already say that? No, I didn't. It's hard to keep up, I have too many blogs/journals/thingamabobs!

A third truth is that it's hard to dance sitting down, but I'm doing the best I can! I would really like to dance salsa right about now. Not that I'm good at it, but it's still fun. Or maybe a little lindy hop!

The final truth for today is that I'm very much HTML-impared. I always use roundabout ways to link or add pictures when I'm writing comments, and I double-check it like a thousand times before I post.

Curious fact about yours truly: I always "restore from saved draft", because I never remember what I wrote, and what if it was something I wanted to save?

Today's realization: I am not a crappy writer. Not brilliant either, but definitely not horrible.

Graah, I love Paul Auster's writing. It's clever and makes me feel stupid! I think it's a lot to do with the fact that I'm reading the book in English, so maybe it's not that strange that there are words I don't know exactly what they mean (Looking words up is for WUSSES). I once read a book where Auster had written anecdotes from his own life and others'. I can't remember what it was called, but it was very good, and only took about half an hour to read. Time well spent!
I wish I could write some sort of in-depth review or whatever, but I've forgotten how to. I wouldn't know where to start.

Oh, but speaking of anecdotes! Sometimes I'm reminded of how much there is that I don't know about my grandparents (the maternal ones are the only ones left). I was talking to my grandfather (His name is Sven, talk about stereotypical!) about I don't know what (this was quite some time ago, but I just came to think of it). He was 20 years old when the second world war ended, and he told me about how he'd been stationed at the border between Norway and Sweden, in some sort of fugitive camp. There were deserters from the German army there, and fugitives from Norway. Sven bought a pair of skis off of a Norweigan, and army boots from a German soldier, since the German guy didn't need them anymore. He also told me that they once had a few French ladies there. They were most likely prostitutes, and the Germans had brought them from France all the way to Norway. Somehow, they had managed to escape and made their way to Sweden. Grandad said that most of the soldiers tended to take detours, just to get a look at the ladies. I really should talk more to my grandparents about... Well, everything!

This morning when I woke up, I couldn't open my eyes properly. Freaked me out. I'm pretty sure I was awake for real, though it may have been a false awakening (i.e dreaming about waking up).

Lately I haven't had any lucid dreams. If that's because I've forgotten to keep them in mind or because of something else, I don't know. I'd imagine it's some sort of combination of the two. Sometimes I have periods when I think a lot about lucid dreaming, and in those periods I usually become lucid more often. Lucid dreaming is the shit, seriously. The feeling of becoming lucid in a dream is similar to getting cold water dumped on you, but without the discomfort. Everything just becomes so... lucid!

I'm really tired now (even though I slept like a gazillion hours...), so off to bed it is.

Plans for tomorrow
Buy cookies for the board meeting.
Get a birthday present for Linnea, who's turning 20 on Saturday.
Think of dinner.
Get ingredients for dinner.
Make dinner.
Have the board meeting.
(Do my Japanese assignment, if I feel like it.)
(Write a letter to A)