Today is a flipping good day!

I got the most amazing letter on the post.

Just imagine finding THIS in your letter box:

It would make ANYONE smile.

Now I am off to Fountain Hall Rd. It is almost mussels o' clock and I am starving.

Countdown

14 hours until Uni starts again.

If there was a device to measure excitement over this fact, it would smash due to the extreme negativity of the result.

I don't want to be an architecture student, I want to be a professional life-enjoyeress.

Sometimes you have to compromise though, I realise this and consequently; I will.

I will do a bit of both.

Things I am going to do this month to ensure maintenance of excitement levels in my life:

* Force someone to cook and eat Steak Tartare with me

* Watch the Kings Speech

* Eat more sushi

* Go for a run before uni, (to make myself proud)

* Hijack David's guitar and play a lovely tune

Ava and I went to see 127 Hours last night, such a good film!

Beautiful cinematography.

Today I moved some furniture around, and after a while I started noticing red stains on things.

I thought it was strange but didn't really pay much attention to it. It then occurred to me that it was actually blood!

I looked at my hand and it was bleeding;

Black swan moment!

I then realised that I must have cut it when I dropped the bed and it squashed my hand.

A little like James Franco in 127 Hours.

Will I start stuttering if I go see the Kings Speech?

a fragment of frenchness:

Paris je t'aime

Back from an immensely amazing trip to Paris.

We rented an apartment, had the time of our lives and lived life on the edge of extreme frenchness. We may also have misinterpreted the term "frenchness", but whatever. I had more fun than I could handle, and possibly deserve, and that is a pretty good indicator of awesomeness.

number of:

snails I ate: 4

times I was called evil lady/bad woman: 2

bottles of wine I drank: 7 (give or take)

bottles of wine I accidentally smashed: 1

posters I dismantled from the metro: 1

Chicken wings that I may have snatched: 1

times I visited gay male bars: 1,5

times I spoke immaculate imaginary French words: 3546425435245

I will upload more photos as soon as I have laid my hands on the fabulous shots Stef took

Paris

Leaving for Paris tonight. I need to culturize myself and charge my mental batteries and I intend to do nothing but stroll around, drink fabulous red wine and just french-out. I may have to take a walk up to Sacré Coeur, providing that no one mentions the word Architecture. That would just ruin everything.

Last time I was in Paris to visit Elin, I managed to lock us out from the apartment. It was morning and we had gone out in our PJ’s, to buy bread from the little bakery on the corner. We ended up having to take the metro all across Paris to get the spare key, dressed in pyjamas. It is an amazing memory

Black Swan

I went to see Black Swan last night.

Knowing the director also did Requiem for a Dream, I should probably have been able to guess what was coming.

I think it was my hungover brain that just didn't click.

As a result, I was totally shocked, and for 2 hours, my sore head was replaced with an other pain.

This is by far one of the most intense movies I have seen in a long time.

Although I would really like to evaluate the film (it has that effect on you; the need to get your head around it), I won't bore you with my thoughts.

I will just advice you to go see it.

Don't expect anything.

That way it will blow your mind.

Last night was amazing.

That is all I have to say.

Now I will get back to recovery mode

The annual hell-period is over!

Yaaay to that!

I would also like to take the opportunity to yaaaaay at the fact that I passed.

I haven't recovered yet, but I will postpone recovery a little longer as I simply have more important matters to attend to at the moment.

Tonight I am going into a glittering Champagne haze which will then transcend into a delirium of joy, partly based on unknown alcoholic beverages.

Emmo, is as previuoisly mentioned a qualified bartender and in combination with her excellent skills in chemistry that makes her pretty much the best party hostess ever. The fact that she is generally awesome is just a bonus. So tonight I will lay the faith of my tipsyness in her hands and have more fun than I can handle.

See you at the ER (joke)

this little baby will glorify my evening

My life right now...

I can't even talk about it.

So stressed!!!

Tip of the day:

Run ANYTHING through google translate a few times and it becomes funny (recommended languages include Hindi, Urdu, Yiddish and chinese)

PROPLUS: ed me last night insomnia.
I finally fell asleep dreaming about this since I can remember, The third level is very deep, and I dream of my muscles are so tight, because I'm sure it is not active.
Now, strong coffee has become more powerful.
And then we'll probably have to work PROPLUS.

In this case, what? My mother has been replaced by a caffeine fix, begging for moneyand Pro Plus, a few months, I'm not on the sidewalk?

I proplus:ed myself to insomnia last night.

I proplus:ed myself to insomnia last night.

And when I finally fell asleep it must have been 3rd degree deep sleep because I don't remember dreaming a thing, and I am pretty sure I didn't move once because my muscles are SO stiff today.

I have turned to strong strong coffee now.

Then I will probably have to hit the proplus again.

Is this how it starts? Will I see myself on the pavement in a few months, begging for money and proplus, even swapping my mother for a caffeine fix?

Oh RA RA!

This ain't exactly a very party Saturday. I am spicing it up with a cocktail, to assure myself that it IS actually Saturday. Not that I drink every weekend, but you know...

Due to lack of mixers, it only contains vodka and frozen raspberries.

I call it "Oh-Ra-Vod-ka-ka"

you get it, don't you?

Hello

Thought I'd quickly check in while enjoying a mango juice-break.

I am actually working today, you see.

The seriousness of the situation became evident to me this morning, and as a result, the stress kicked in. Now I am working as if my ass was on fire. (Why A burning rear would make anyone work faster I don't know, but I will hereby baptise this fabulously fresh expression).

And with a new linguistic phenomenon delivered, I leave you for now.

Sushi rescue

We just made sushi.

It was the best darn sushi I have had all day!

In fact it was probably the best thing that happened all day. That and the 2 bottles of beer.

Major crap day.

I am gonna rescue what remains of it now.

Athletic influence

Okay so the run obviously didnt improve my ability to focus.

Instead i am feeling utterly sporty, doing athletic performances with a bottle of lucozade, which despite my efforts to justify, still doesn't seem like beneficial skills for an architecture student.

Good morning

Guess who has already been out for a run?!

okay so I walked half of the distance, but still.

Now brunch and then wörk.

And tonight I will feed my shushi cravings and all will be good in the hood.

You don't know it yet, but what you were just looking at is actually the best sausage casserole ever made.

I have proof. -David will tell you its true.

Don't let the slightly gross image deceive you, I am serious, it is mindblowingly good.

Unfortunately there is no recipe, and I seem to have forgotten exactly what I put in it, so I guess it will never be made again.

But that just makes it even better; the one and only sausage casserole, that came and went. Never to be made again.

A diamond, buried in history.

But its legacy lives on.

life is good

Redbull, proplus and coffee. And my graze box. That’s what keeps me going right now.

Alert and with a boosted immune system I am tackling the anti-joys of my life.

Elin on the other hand, is in Sydney, doing her internship in an awesome design studio. She gets to witness fashion shoots, hang around cool creative people and visit THIS. And after work she can chill out on Bondi beach and eat kangaroo steak.

And more than ever, I feel that maybe I chose the wrong trade.

I hear the new hipster drink is “cortado”, very flashy indeed.

So if you wanna be hip next time you go to starbux, make sure to ask for a cortado. Or you could just call it espresso with milk.

Or pronounce it eXpresso, if you are retarded or simply want to annoy someone.

Or you could just get a latte and save the hassle.

Or you could make it at home, and save £3.49

but the of course no one would know how hip you are, unless you write it on facebook

Things that seem immensely important right now;

Rearrange the furniture in my room- so that I can focus better

Make sushi- so that I can stop thinking about it and consequently, focus better

Read some books- to gain more knowledge and then I would focus better

Go to the cinema and see 127 hours- so that I have something to think about other than focusing better

This is what architecture studies looks like after too much procrastination and not enough fun.

They say a woman "glows" when she gets pregnant, I think the opposite happens when she studies architecture.

The fun of a Wednesday evening

Drinking Chinese tea, contemplating going to the cinema and then BOOM!

I realise that I am NOT going to have any fun tonight. I mean, its not like I don't deserve it, I seriously think I DO deserve to have more fun than I could even handle, but I just came to the conclusion that I have a pretty fat workload to deal with.

For some reason this didn't occur to me all day.

soooooo.... I am going to deal with the sewage of the situation now (=do some work).

http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/1581021/soveryjo

Okay so my sadness has been numbed, slightly anyway.

The wounds are still there, but you wont want to hear of my pain any more, as know it obviously hurts you too. Lets get over this tragedy together, shall we?

We can do it.

Here is what I did to compensate for my horrible loss.

Since I didn't get the sofa group, I felt it was only fair I should get something else.

Ask and you shall receive, David once told me. All of a sudden two amazing "shelve things" in a WHSmith bin, emerged in my sight .

-THEY ARE MIIIIIIINE!!! I screamed, as I spotted them across the street, and then I remember everything as in a slow motion film. I ran towards the bins, jumped over a dog, almost knocked a man over and with only 3 meters between me and my goal, I threw myself at the bins to cover my treasure before anyone would be able to snatch it from me.

Well, that's almost what happened anyway. Sort of.

They now sit proudly in the kitchen, displaying teas and spices and sending out bohemian vibes.

Never really identified myself as a bohemia-girl, but there really is something appealing about the way these shelves make the kitchen look!

Isn't it funky?!

Animal of the day

It's a sea pig!

Super cosy and social little animal.

Who wouldn't love to be woken up by the sight of its adorable little face, every morning?

I lost my baby

Sadness.

I feel extreme sadness, I feel like I have lost a child.

A chunky, charming, vintage baby.

I laid my eyes on it yesterday, and I knew it was special.

Extremely difficult and expensive to transport it back to Sweden, but it didn't matter. I knew I had to have it, and that we would be together forever and make each other happy.

Well, it would make me happy anyway.

I would sit on it and drink my morning coffee in its silent presence, and learn all about architectural procurement methods while it supported me. It would listen carefully when I shared my stories of life and it would never complain if I came home too late or slept all day.

AND it would improve my life by looking gorgeous and being awesome in general.

So this morning I woke up early to start investigating options for its journey to Sweden. After a call to DHL, I was informed that it would cost approximately £1200. Ouch. Whatever, I was sure there'd be an other way, even if I'd personally have to drag it to Stockholm on a provisional trolley made of recycled wheelchair parts. I would have done it.

So I closed my laptop and ran down to the shop. 3 minutes too late.

THREE MINUTES?!!!

The thief who stole my baby from its rightful owner and biological mother (yeah, that's how close we would have been, my baby and I) left when I entered.

And when the tragic news were delivered to me, I felt so empty.

So sad.

We were SO close, and then I lost my child.

I don't think I'll be trying for a new one any time soon to be honest.

The emotional pain is still too strong.

Dear Friends and Stalkers,

It ain't exactly easy to "live" whilst in the middle of an intense study period.

There simply isn't any time to do fun things, yet alone come up with a complete lie of all the fun things I do, so that I can at least pretend to have a life. I am aware that the blog probably doesn't indicate how busy I am, as its been severely neglected for months now anyway... but there have been complaints regarding the bad updates.

So to please my friends in distant geographic locations, and stalkers who have no life, and stalkers who do have a life, but still follow my blog, I will really try to make an effort now (Maybe).

Today:

The one and only exam of the semester has come and gone. Cheesy and easy. Thankful for that.

Sending my thoughts to all of the unfortunate fellow architecture students out there, who happened to miss the last page of the exam paper. Tragic.

After examination, there was time for Asian grocery indulgence.

Imagine the joy when I was exposed to all of the amazing foreign items. I was temporarily in paradise. Among my great buys, is a fantastic little selection of tea's.

Now, I am of course no expert within the field, but I think I may have stumbled across some real gems. have only tried two kinds so far but they are SERIOUSLY nice!

And the tins are nice enough to keep your dead aunts ashes in.

Have just been supplied with Budweiser by David, who kindly nicked it from an art exhibition opening. Excellent Sunday.

Bloody Mary and Cheese roll - Let the study time commence!!!

This pretty much sums up my Christmas

CONGRATULATIONS ABERDEEN!

-I am back.