It's been an AMAZING Christmas so far.

Lots of snow, really cold, you know; PROPER "severe weather conditions".

I pretty much just eat and chill and spend my time in front of various open fires, often with a book at hand. Freddie got a drum set for Christmas, so sometimes my peace is disturbed and replaced with frustration. I have repeated the words "is it really necessary to hit the drums with full force ALL THE TIME?? ", countless times. And the apparent answer is YES. Drums need to break. Ear drums. Mine, that is.

Oh well, what ever, I forgive him.

Tonight I am seeing Sofia and Wille for ultimate Wine and Dine;ing, and tomorrow....

Tomorrow is the BIG DAY!

Antonia and I are going to cash in a christmas present. We got A full day cooking lesson (theory and everything), in Indian cooking. Some of our friends will be joining us, and then we'll cook up a storm! or burn down the kitchen. I am not sure yet.

But I am immensely excited!!!!

One has to take into account all of life's little misfortunes when planning for the holiday season...

I was, as previously mentioned, going down to Perth to stay with Jean for a few days,

but THEN I was suddenly struck by a mysterious illness. Stomach pains and an unpleasant face rash. Good times. not. So instead of immense funness I spent 3 days in bed.

To be honest, I think I could do with an other couple of days of recovery but unfortunately that would mean totally missing my favourite time of the year so; in an hour I will be taking the train to Edinburgh, sleep at the airport (since the train connections are way to unreliable in these "severe weather conditions") and then take the remains of my pretty little face rash home to Sweden and have merry Christmas.

Me and my face rash.

Good times.

last Christmas

Okay, I will leave my worries aside for a little while, and focus on the fun stuff!

Leaving for Winter wonder land (Perth) tomorrow. I will be crashing Jean's family's pre Christmas, festive-holiday-get-together. Hopefully Make the most baroque of gingerbread houses, meet up with Emily for festive celebrations in true British style; the pub, (at least that's what I think they do here for Christmas, and all other festive events for that matter...).

Today will be dedicated to the last Christmas shopping, maybe come up with some splendid rhymes and checking BBC weather about 50 times.

As much as I love snow, I really really really hope it won't disrupt my flight on Friday.

Flying home on Christmas eve leaves me pretty much NO margin for delays or other fuck ups (cancellations).

Please please please don't make me have to spend Christmas all alone on the disabled toilet at Edinburgh airport.

Terribly bad updating lately. Sorry!

I will try to do better over Christmas. Maybe...

It seems too late to summarise everything that happened since the last post, and I feel waaaay to lazy for such an action anyway, so I will just upload some random photos.... and try to do better from now on. Maybe

throwing snowballs from the roof

this month seems to have been the month of washing dishes...

And drinking lots of mulled wine

And hanging out on the roof.

Elin has left.

I have a cold.

There is about a million uni related things to be done.

The motivation level is low. So is the mental activity.

I am popping pills, paracetamol mainly.

How amazing is this!

someone actually BOUGHT the domain name, they must really really be emotionally engaged in this matter.

http://www.d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y.com/

I have been struck by the dreaded cold.

Right now I have my current best friend, the inhaler, constantly stuck up my nose.

I hope our friendship will be short.

Hello and welcome to the weather blog!

This is Jo, with the latest weather update.

It's snowing and I like it.

Tonight's part of the Harry Potter run has unfortunately been cancelled due to lack of serious commitment from some of the participants.

Very Unfortunate indeed.

Looking back in the blog archive, I notice I used to drink quite a lot...

And that I often wore sunglasses.

I don't do any of that nowadays.

It makes me a little sad.

The weather in Aberdeen is as charming as ever....

I am working on secret, mysterious projects, cooking a turkey drum stick and awaiting tonights Harry Potter movie gathering (we are working our way through the old ones, building up the excitement and general magical knowledge).

Ps I have started a new experiment; it's called "sleep less than six hours per night and see how long you can survive". I am rather excited, but have a feeling it may only last until I actually attempt it.....

After staring at a dysfunctional floor plan, which unfortunately only fits the "slightly adjusted"site plan (I altered it to make my design fit better, a crime I am now paying for), I find myself bored. Hence the spontaneous blog post.

The flat is ice cold, but after hijacking an electric radiator I found in a cupboard, the temperature in my room is now rather pleasant, and considering how much I have used lately I draw the conclusion that the next electricity bill, won't be...

David and Iain have apparently left the flat. They were probably too cold. After all, they don't have a portable radiator .

The actual reason I am blogging isn't so much because I feel the urge to share radiator stories though, It is because I am so immensely excited and simply can't contain myself from sharing with the world that ELIN IS COMING TO VISIT ME!

Bloggy is in the hospital.

Coma.

there is no answer to when she will wake up again.

You see, she ran into a brick wall, fainted and then fell straight down a well (located under the wall), wich was unfortunately very deep and empty. When lying at the bottom of the empty concrete well floor, some ungracious soul dropped a piano down the well hole. and as if this wasn't enough, the floods from Pakistan all of a sudden started to fill the well.

It took 3 days to rescue her.

She wasn't so well.

The good thing about the incredibly low temperature in this flat, is that I can keep white wine and beers in my room and they will always be chilled.

The bad thing is that I might get pneumonia and die.

I am cursing myself for not starting the summer project earlier and for not being more efficient when actually working... And on top of all of my troubles the flat is FREEZING.

I am contemplating setting something on fire, just to get some heat. I may burn the summer project brief. Although the fumes from an object loaded with such negativity would probably be toxic.

I am not only procrastinating.

I am PROcrastinating.

If procrastination was a profession, I'd be a billionaire, the top of my league.

I would be procrastinating my way to fame and wealth.

That would be nice.

I think David may have forgotten to mention how cold the flat is and I think I forgot exactly how great Brits are at insulating their buildings. They aren't. And the flat is freezing. In fact I think my brain cells just froze. The flat in general however is really great and the location is FANTASTIC! I will think of that next time I get stuck on the toilet cos my bum froze to the toilet seat.

All is good in the Aberdonian hood.

Ryan air just launched their special travel department for spiritual Gurus.

How awesome!

I get to sit in the exclusive area reserved for wise and intellectual Gurus. The seats will be covered in flowers, there will be ancient mysterious books, furs, and claws and teeth from exotic animals, liquids with special powers and a spiritual fire in the middle of the cabin!

I love Ryan air and their strive to provide their passengers with individual creative luxuries.

Bring on the trip!

Ps I will be travelling with my spiritual wand with magic powers. Passed on to me through 74 generations.

Emily came and left, the 48 hours passed waaay too quickly and I am suddenly one step closer to the end of the summer.

Tomorrow I will be back in Aberdeen.

Since I will be temporarily homeless, I have bribed my way to a bed (by promising joy, happiness and various gifts, possibly also a cure for cancer, depending on my mood). May my darling hosts not change their minds and may they not expect beluga caviare, saffron and silk...

I will hopefully move in to the new flat on Sunday.

Exciting!

It's a bit like Russian roulette actually.

I haven't even seen the room, I just know that it is minimal.

I'll be living with two guys. Will they pee on the toilet seat? will they leave their shaved off stubble in the sink? Will they burp louder than me? Or will they totally surprise me by loving embroidery and sharing cat grooming tips? who knows.

I can't WAIT to find out!

'

ps. kind of hoping they will share my disliking of cats.

Hej, hello, bonjour, aloha, namaste.

Emily is coming tonight.

All the way from Britain, with only 48 hours to spend in the amazing land of Schweden.

Of course I have to make her realise exactly how great this country is, so I have made a brilliant little itinerary. It involves a journey, at least one Swedish cinnamon swirl (nothing like the ones you know), a couple of SPA treatments and various other delights. When she leaves she will know for a fact that Sweden is the best country in Scandinavia, and once we are back in Aberdeen she will understand and support me when I get homesick and moan about Scotland, for she will too miss Sweden and its splendid grandeur.

I miss Sweden already.

Could someone handcuff me to Swedish soil and prevent me from leaving its amazingness?

unless of course I would go to New York, Brazil, Australia, New Zeeland, Japan, or any other destination that involves the smallest ounce of excitement.

*JOKING!!!*

I AM TOTALLY PSYCHED ABOUT GOING BACK TO EXCITING SCOTLAND!!!!!

Today is a really special day.

Here in Sweden it is as usually celebrated with an orchestra, a feast of pastries, champagne from 1787, fireworks and exotic entertainment. This day is a pretty much like a national holiday, more appreciated and valued than midsummer, new years, Christmas and Easter together.

No one is working. Everyone is in a deep state of complete happiness and satisfaction.

This very day 23 years ago, came to affect pretty much the rest of my life. And you may not know it yet, but it will affect yours too when Elin takes over the world.

Which, believe me; she will.

Today we enjoy ourselves! We celebrate love, life and creativity, all in the name of Elin.

Okay? So treat yourself, spoil yourself, feel the flow of greatness stream through the universe!

It is one godforsakenly glorious day, you know?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIN!

I miss you, like Schaz. And it makes no sense whatsoever to have you on the other side of the world. But I am of course still feeling your presence through the awesomely amazing atmosphere of your day.

Karsch.

fashion and style

The girls at the school wanted to practice their henna skillz on my arm.

I asked for a henna sleeve.

they didn't get it.

they asked me with anxious and confused expressions on their faces "but why?"

Then they did it anyway. I thought it looked good.

After that they thought it was time to dress me up.

I looked at them with an anxious and confused expression on my face.

They were very concerned about my hair; "but why don't you brush your hair?!"

It took them ages to fix me up

"NOW you look pretty!" they said.

we silently agreed to disagree.

Agra

Matilda and I got stuck in a mosque. It rained like crazy for 2 hours and we got bored.

Entertained ourselves with a funky little photo session. It was fun. Until I accidentally dropped a shoe on the floor and got shouted at, by a lot of very upset people

:'(

Bloggy died a natural death when I went to India.

For a while I thought maybe I should just let her rest in peace, but after a near death experience in Delhi, where I was pretty intensely electrified, I remembered you can bring souls back to life with electric shocks. Maybe Bloggy will live again.

ps.

check this out too.

we will be posting more videos soon!

http://www.youtube.com/user/ProjectTesseract

sorry for bad updating. there are many reasons for this.

me eating a lot of Indian food is one of them.

If you wanna keep updated on what it is we are doing over here in India, check out our website.

I'm blogging there as well, and with more frequent updates

:)

http://tesseractproject.wordpress.com/

the cows are chilling in the middle of the highway.
RESPECT.
I wanna be a cow in India.

ps. women don't drink in India :(
they do however eat garamasala, daal and naan bread :)

bye bye

Hey guys!
I have some awesome photos but unfortunately the technology over here is lacking grace and elegance.... (i can't upload them atm so just imagin pure indian splendour)

It is unbeliavably hot and moist, there are people, rickshaws and cows everywhere and to be honest this country is pretty intense. I have already almost learned how to drive an auto rickshaw on the crowded streets of delhi, experienced the craziest rain you can imagine, (knee high water within an hour) and almost gotten married to the indian version of Heath Ledger...
all is good in the indian hood!
the food is absolutely amazing and thank god (touch wood) no sign of the Delhi stomach yet.....
last nights dinner was enjoyed at a "local" basement restaurant accompanied by 40 ckockroaches (no joke), it was of course mindblowingly spicy but ooooohh soooo tasty!


If I was to be a cow in my next life, I wanna live in delhi.

Hey!

I have an idea!

Why don't the airlines all install sound proof cells in every plane, then the parents could dump their screaming kids in there and the rest of the passengers could get some peace?!

I was seated between two screaming SCREAMING kids, and I desperately wanted to reach my final destination immediately before I started screaming too. Luckily the flight was mega quick and here I am, In Finland. Where they speak so funny.

Bring on the next flight, hope they serve food.

I am starving!!!!

23.30.

I am leaving in a few hours, I still haven't packed and I am doing what?

DRAWINGS! I can't believe this.

Will I even have time to shower?

Maybe I can cover myself in a distinctive smell of curry, and get away with it.

I should probably not be blogging.

Good bye.

In less than 24 hours I will be on a flight to India.

The start of my very own Darjeeling Unlimited.

Yeeehaaaa!!

I'll never be more Swedish then I was the day Sweden kicked Scottish ass.

HAHAHAHAAAAA!

INDIA!

The land of curry, sandals and holy cows.

It is also apparently the country where toilet paper is a rarity, where you can only blame yourself if you get a stone thrown in your face while travelling by train (-you probably took the window seat, you stupid bastard), and where there is no such thing as "curry".

The curry issue really interests me. According to my research, there is (of course) a massive selection of spices and when combined in certain, I guess typical Indian, ways you achieve what we know as the "curry flavour". Curry however, is apparently a western, lame, and unrefined short cut to define these flavours.

There is no such thing as Curry flavour.

There you go.

If this is true or not, I will of course find out for you.

I am excited.

And admittedly a little anxious.

My bladder happens to have been installed in size XXS, with very limited capacity and consequently I have seen more toilets than you can imagine.

Should I fill my suitcase with toilet paper?

When it is all consumed I could of course fill my suitcase with "spices"!

ps. I am going to India.

Antonia.

If I was ever to live permanently in a bunk bed, eat guacamole and watch shark week, it would be with you.

I love you.

Whenever I get a vaccine injected in my one of my veins, I also get a cold.

And whenever I get a cold, I make myself the garlic cure.

Those who know me are familiar with my love for this remedy, the brave ones have even gotten to try it.

The garlic cure is a miracle cocktail (it contains alcohol), but I have to admit it always fails to succeed in delivering the desired effect (immediate recovery), it does however have splendid strengths placebo wise... This time I kicked it up a notch; I added raw ginger, a good dash of vodka and a few extra garlic cloves, mixed it in the blender with fresh oranges and the remaining secret ingredients.

I nearly vomited.

And sadly I am not cured.

F.U. garlic cure.

ps. check out the latest addition to the sunglass collection!

Did I have a great night last night?

Eeeeeeehhh, YES. I did.

Wörked pretty hard.

Then went to see Fia, who had prepared ungracefully strong cocktails.

They contained an ingredient called "Shamrock", and therefore we loved them.

In the flat I found cool glasses which were orange and I instantly knew that I needed to buy a pair of orange sunglasses, as it was my destiny to own a pair. ASAP.

I did.

The fantastic orange sunglasses then travelled around quite a bit.

Everyone loved them.

No wonder. They are awesome. And they were very cheep.

Antonia hooked up with us and we Shenaniganized around for a while.

After this occurred a series of fortunate and unfortunate events to spice things up even more. Unneccessary information, long-time-no-see-friends, free kebabs, paid-for kebabs, lost and found treasures, dancing and barefoot short cuts, ending up in random bathroom-party with massive jacuzzi etc etc etc

All was good in the hood.

This morning at work?

Not so good in the hood.

Who deserves a mother friggin gold star for working in total mayhem situation today, after a night like last night?

-I DO!

But is there a gold star waiting for me?

Is there a prize of gratitude?

Is there possibly even just a little peace and quiet?

No. Instead I am thanked by having to participate in large a family reunion.

Cruised around the fields for a while

Then got bored/scared (mainly scared) and decided there had been enough tractorizing
Hung out with daddy
Admired the tractors that are not suitable for driving lessons

Then got immensely hungry and cooked a cheeky little lunch which would probably have been more suitable for a Sunday dinner. Then got called in for some emergency working.

Then I was exhausted.

I am off today and I really should be doing something productive, but it's too fine a day for that.

Instead I decided to teach my sister how to drive. Dad thought that our old tractor would be the most suitable vehicle... Last time I taught Antonia to drive something, she crashed my moped into a wall.

wish me luck.

Yas!

I was about to apologise for the poor quality of my recent blogging, but then I came to my senses and remembered that it is MY blog, and therefore I do as I please.

I wörk a lot these days, I injure myself (accidentally) on sharp knifes and I sleep less then the recommended 8 hours (which is maybe why I seem to slice my dear hands so often). I do however walk around in a state of genuine happinezz so it is all good in the hood.

I can hardly keep my eyes open so I will go to bed now.

TTFN.

Sweets and coke (coca cola trademark) for breakfast.

Can you wish for a better start of the day?

We'll see in 2 hours, when I'm on the floor due to a severe blood sugar fall.

Roll on this glorious day!

Fia and Wille are cooking my dinner; steak (medium rare).

Astrid and I are chilling and drinking wine, and mentally preparing for the feast that is being prepared for us. Mainly for me.

Are you jealous?

You should be.

I wörk and I wörk and I wörk [but I lovez it].

Then I chill.

Today I will do some more of the above, then I will go see Fia.

She has promised to feed me.