Chilled by the pool as promised.

Went for a boat ride, met mum and Henrik in the canoe.

Looked intelligent.

Had a drink by the pool.

Got thrown in with my clothes and shoes on, by my kind siblings.

Sorry for the bad update, thought I would have all the time in the world to blog but I've just been so busy catching up with everyone! I must have found some inner harmony cos I currently can't find anything to make fun of or slaughter. Give me a few days and I am sure the sarcasm and irony will find it's home in my mind again.

Went to Stockholm yesterday and spent some time with my bro. We checked out this graphic design exhibition which was pretty great and then went for sushi. Being back home equals awesome food, I am once again surrounded by people who share my passion, that is probably why I am not moaning so much...

The weather here is great, and the pool is heated and running! Woohooo!

I am actually going out to chill right now :)

I hadn't even been home for 24 hours before the first rumours about my apparently very interesting love life, reached me. Good times.

Anyway, I've been keeping busy, hangin out with amazing people I've missed and it's been great!

haven't even had time to unpack yet, but one has to prioritise.

when the time is right I might deal with that too.

Papi and Antonia came to collect me on Monday night.

Beloved daddy spoilt us with shopping, and dinners and lunches and breakfasts and cinema and a couple of cheeky drinks in between, then we packed up and left.

I have been home for about 3 hours. I already miss the city. I need to be surrounded by pollution, starbucks, and noisy drunk people!

The country side is so quiet.

What do people do out here? milk their cows? make their own clogs? take their goat for a walk?

I don't remember, it doesn't sound familiar.

Man, I bet I will wake up tomorrow and crave Irn Bru, haggis (well, maybe not so much) and all things Scottish.

What happened?! when did I fall in Love with Scotland?!

Love really must be blind. And deaf. And dumb. And Numb. And crippled. And lame. Maybe also in a coma, possibly already brain dead.

if you cover your chick peas in chilli ketchup, close your eyes and think of a cheeseburger, it almost tastes like pizza!!!!

actually that's not true.

I am trying to pack and clean the windows and defrost the fridge and hoover and pack a little more and replace broken bulbs (thanks for the advice Kadum), and do a little washing and find that darned "ornament" that is mentioned on the inventory list. However it is not going very well since I mainly find myself doing nothing but daftly looking around thinking about where to start.

I decided to take a break and have something to eat. I only have capers and chick peas. This dinner sucks. as does my organisation.

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this cold is a pain in the ass, but whatever,

I am so excited to go home!

Since I blog about (almost) everything I may as well share what happened last night.

I was sitting at my desk working on the final things for my portfolio when I started to feel really really dizzy and sick. The sweat was actually dripping and I had to get down on the floor. I must have fainted cos I woke up on the floor and ran to the bathroom where I was sick. I freaked out cos I had no idea what was happening. It may have been a reaction against the vaccine or maybe the fact that I am exhausted. Anyway, it was pretty scary and I think I should maybe take it easy, as soon as all of this is done...

My dear Daddy and sister are coming on Monday to help me get my stuff back to Sweden, can't wait!

No No NO NONONONONOOOOOOO!

I can sense a cold creeping up on me. There is no time for this, I have a million things to do, and the hamster in my arm is killing me, I have enough shit as it is, thank you very much.

I guess the only thing to do now is to precautiosly drink as much cough medicine I possibly can, I have about 3 bottles that need to be finished before Wednesday anyway.

I got a vaccination today.

I am not being sensitive or anything but I feel as if I had half a hamster injected in my upper arm.

The past few months have actually been amazing.

Okay, so I have had plenty of sleepless nights and I have probably stressed and panicked more than Bill Clinton did after his love affair was publicly announced (none of my stress and panic was caused by adultery though).

BUT, what I remember the most, are all of the really really amazing moments I have had. The wildest of parties, the best of laughs, sofa chilling with bloods in ma hoods, long night walks with true friends, hilarious music video production, man I could go on for ever!

What I wanted to get across is, It's been fantastic spending time with all of you guys and I can't wait for a repeat of this awesomeness when I get back in September. But first, I need to finish my portfolio, clean my flat and have a kick ass summer!

BRING ON LIFE!

farts and fears and foot massage

I AM BACK!

I can't claim to now have added "experienced wedding night" to my list of things to achieve in life, however, I have something better (at least if the imagined wedding night would have been with Mr McCartney) to append; namely to be a participant of the Big Crit.

For two entire weeks I have been shitting myself (almost literally) out of fear for this event.

I have had the time to create almost every horrible scenario possible in my head, most of them involving me making something undesirable and humiliating, like vomiting in a respected critic's face, or farting during a moment of silence (joke. I don't fart. ever.), or god forbid, slap one of them.

When the moment finally arrived, I thought to myself, I would rather have massaged Iain Ramsay's feet (I have a serious foot phobia) than do this. Then I thought, It would maybe not have been a very impressive story to tell my grandchildren...

"Yes! granny did indeed massage her old tutors feet to avoid doing her presentation! isn't that marvellous?! Isn't that something you would like to do someday little Johnny?"

Maybe I should set a better example for my future grandchildren...

Then I realised that if I proceeded into that hall, farted, puked, slapped a critic and then walked out, I would probably be expelled.

My Granny issues seemed small in comparison and the massage appeared as such an alluring option (great exaggeration, but still...)

That's when I realised that someone was talking to me.

"Please start when you are ready"

I didn't fart, I never vomited, and there was no slapping.

I have a vague memory of answering a very intellectual question with the lamest of explanations, but that's because I had an image of a giant hairy toe in my mind, and that I think is forgiveable, right?

All in all it was great, and I almost enjoyed it! Actually, it was fucking AWESOME!

THANK GOD I NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO ANNOUNCE MY MASSAGE PROPOSAL!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

And a little applaud to myself, from myself, for actually doing it. I was terrified.

Aberdeen is so beautiful right now.

I never thought I'd say this, but; there is more to this city than granite, neds and general lack of sophistication.

There is also a strange but distinctive scent of fish.

Perfect.

Where did this smell come from?!

It occurred about 3 days ago, and it has been present ever since.

An invisible mist of aquatic flesh, slaughtering the beauty and bloom of spring.

Just perfect.

Allow me to burst out in a : miiiiimaaaaaamooooooo

miiii-maaaa-moooo!

MIIMAAAAFUCKINGMOOO

ps. the seeming happiness in the above photo has absolutely nothing to do with my current state of mind. Hence the miimaamoo

I once ate canned macaroni cheese, white beans and brown sauce. It was a horrible combination. Tuna, rice and mustard is an other combination that turned out to be a fail. Beans, taco sauce and oatcakes was bad. Today I had an other go at random cupboard content mixture, Rice and instant soup powder. it was, as expected also rather disappointing.

I am not giving up though, one day I will make a great discovery, and it will be worth all of the the failing experiments I have put myself through.
I have been thinking about the combination of kiwi fruit and feta cheese for a while now, but there is something holding me back. Maybe it's just too hard core...

a reflection

We live in a wonderful world.

The technology, evolution and scientific discoveries that bring us forward, it's so fascinating!

Imagine the days when people lived in caves and spent their days eating nuts and fighting with giant poles. Urgh. Thank God we have left that stage. I myself would get very tired of nuts.

However there is a downside to development, there always is. Every once in a while something nasty appears in the great machinery of creation. Things are developed that are not meant to be. Things that have the power to destroy, disgust and frighten. Things that may be potentially dangerous. Things the world would be better without. I am referring to things such as nuclear weapons, computer viruses, evil alien robots, deadly snakes, tamaguchi's. Bust most importantly; Béchamel sauce.

What happened there? How could it go so terribly wrong?!

I am assuming this is a French creation? It sounds as if it could be.

Then I instantly think of the French cuisine. I think of Coq (cock) au vin, frog legs and snails.

And I come to the conclusion that the Frenchies should maybe just stick to baguettes and wine...?

I mean; cock, frogs, snails and the white sauce from Mordor?

Please.

Anyway, I am upset because I bought a bolognese pasta bake and later realised that it seemed to consist mainly of béchamel. which I hate.

Imagine my disappointment.

I know the blog updating and quality of the material I have actually put up is very poor.

It is sad.

Believe me, I am probably sadder about this than all of you together.

However, I have a LOT of shit going on right now. For instance I just dropped a honey toast on my keyboard (honey side down)... I also have a few heavier and more time consuming issues to deal with, and consequently the next few weeks in the life of this blog will be characterised by evidence of this.

But pee in patience good folks. -All will soon be back to normal, and when it is; I will be blogging as Mrs Anna Johanna Grill McCartney!

Yes, we are getting married, and No. -You are NOT invited to the wedding.

I know how you behave when you get a drink in you.

Sometimes you buy a bag of very expensive apples, then you come home and realise they have a bad texture and a highly disappointing flavour.

This is not happinezz.

To compensate you create a chilled spotify playlist and suddenly all is good in the hood.

As a old, wise and wrinkly lady once told me at a bus stop (when I had lost my bus ticket); you have to be positive.

That's what I am. Positive, I mean. Not old and wrinkly. Possibly wise though.

Chill with Grill folks, and all will be good in the hood.

http://open.spotify.com/user/anna-johanna

Revision

Jean and I are revising for the design philosophy exam tomorrow.

We just cracked the code for memorizing facts.

Interested in this little intervention?

-Of course you are!

Relate everything to inappropriate stories, preferably with a prostitutional relation, and create colourful images of various scenarios in your mind.

For instance,

Baroque; Prostitutes in wigs and masks, playing sexual games in French mansions.

Drinking too much campagne, giggling and falling down prominent staircases and out of highly ornamented windows down curving façades.

Art Nouveau; an army of Gaudi's fencing with carrots (vegetable motifs were very popular at this time). Throw in a bunch of prostitutes for maximized memory.

Arts and Crafts; actually this is to dirty to write. I will leave it for your imagination.

I will be taking a blog break for a little while.

In the mean time, check this out. (Klick on the image in the middle, it's a book)

Sweden <3

http://www.sweden.se/eng/Home/Society/Reading/Sweden-Up-North-Down-to-Earth/

See you later.

Jo

Chocolate ballz

The coffee break is really important in Sweden.

We call it fika, and I swear, it is a holy moment. Also a great excuse for a break.

Half of the importance of Fika lies in the sweet part, and I thought I'd share the simplest recipe ever.

These little treasures have many names, some of them politically incorrect, but lets just call them Chocolate balls.

This is what you need:

100 grams of butter

1 decilitre of sugar

1 generous tablespoon of syrup (ps secret ingredient)

3 decilitres of oats

3 table spoons of cocoa powder

3 table spoons of strong cold coffee (optional but recommended)

coconut flakes for garnish (also optional)

Melt the butter, mix everything together.

Leave in the fridge for 20 minutes.

Now you shape the mix into little balls and roll them in the coconut flakes.

DONE!

I seriously recommend you try it.

It is awesome.

And I bet you have all the ingredients at home, so don't give me any lame excuses.

When architects have nothing better to do...

Turn the volume up

Tonight is the night where I FINALLY have a reason to dress completely outrageously, and be excused.

I hope the excuse also covers any potentially bad behaviour...? There might be some of that, you just never know.

I poured my drink down Emily's bra on Thursday night. She said it was too hot in the club, and I kindly offered her a solution. In fact I never considered suggesting it first, I just took the initiative, as the great friend I am, and solved the problem. After that we did some belly dancing and shortly afterwards Kim slipped and dragged me down in the fall. As I lay there on the dirty dance floor, surrounded by dancing feet, I thought to myself; Aberdeen isn't so bad after all.