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Evening with coworkers.


We had a little company thing yesterday. 4 of us played Wii in the conference room. Yup.
We did some skiing with one of those wii-fit thingies.. I was skiing the hell out of everyone, until I think Mattias beat me on the last round. On bowling I was second best, I am pretty good right.
Then we did some tennis and volleyball. Kaj and I almost beat the computer dudes on that one. We tried baseball too feeling a bit silly standing like you had a bat in your hands and swinging away.

Strangely enough I don’t feel anything in my arm today.

..and I am now carrying The Host in my bag so I can read it on the bus. Stephenie Meyers sure knows how to capture people with her stories.

Another monday then.


I decided to hold up on the other books. I couldn’t help but read The Host last night, I got from ch.5 to 9. She’s now off to find Jared and Jamie. I almost brought the book on the bus, but I don’t want to mess it up to much.

I’m at work trying to figure out how to do a site with css. I’m not doing that well, which makes me mad. I can’t even get the bloody background image to show itself. I’m thinking about screaming at the moment. I can get a colour in the box, but not the image. Come on!



Wondering what to do..

Twist hair up.. yeah.. having too much fun..

At least the cat has a busy schedule..

Joins cat to try it out..

Got bored and started to read The Host by Stephenie Meyer instead..

Decide it’s not a good idea to read 3 books at the same time, goes to cut out a hat..

And get the good idea to make coffee and drink 3 cups..

I think I need a forth one..

I have seen Bob Dylan.


We saw Bob Dylan last night in Stockholm. Bob freaking Dylan!

It was so good. But as I read in a review: “You could almost hear what he sung”. That sums it up pretty good. To me it mostly sounded like “blahabla blaha blaha Desolation road” (oh it’s Desolation road). At some points I noticed I was smiling at how it sounded. How rude. It was really hard to hear any words though. Still it was magical. Dylan is a genius.

I also wanted to smack myself in the face after an hour as I was so tired and my eyes wanted to stay closed after every blink. That’s unacceptable really.

Songs he did do that I noticed, he does change them a lot live, and I’ve only listened to his old stuff.
Desolation road
Highway 61
Rolling stone

Lay, Lady, Lay (they played this outside before the concert and I was singing in the cue. In the concert his singing made me so confused I couldn’t sing along at all.. hah)
Blowin’ in the wind
The “Everybody must get stoned”-song.. can’t remember the title.. (titles and me don’t go hand in hand)

I’ve never been in such a long cue before to get into a concert at Globen. It was SO bloody cold! I had a sleeveless dress (yes the Topshop one with hearts), stockings and my red converse shoes on. And my coat. The wind went right through me. Brr. We sat down at 19.30 and he got on stage 19.40, which was impressive. People never keep the time, but he did.

10p for Dylan!



I got a letter from a school I went to in ’99 yesterday. They informed me it was a reunion this year in April ’cause it’s been 10 years. I wouldn’t go if they paid me.

I left high school in ’98 and had no idea what so ever about what I wanted to do. So I stayed in my home town for a year and worked, 6 months with a clothes designer and 6 months in a photo store. Then I decided I wanted to live where my friends had moved, which was Växjö, so I found this school that had a course in Photography. Which was the school I got the letter from. That year didn’t really do anything good, more than moving.
They wrote that someone in every class should call around and get as many classmates possible to come. I’m not really worried that someone will call me. I really hope no one will.
I have a videotape we did in a lesson, one girl did a presentation of everyone in the class and she called me “a tiny snow white” or something like that.
I remember hearing them saying strange stuff about me, but no one ever talked to me (except the 4 friends I had).

Funny thing is that they also sent a photo of attendants from last years reunion. NO ONE was under 60y. Hah! Yeah, I so wanna go. I want to meet everyone that’s ever gone to that school.

I’m gonna toss that letter.

Mm lovely day.


I walked up to the store to get some dinner before, listening to Tigerlou. It’s sunny for once, but we still have snow. When I got home I felt really off though. I was getting black dots in front of my eyes and I knew it would go completely dark any second, which it did. I actually fell down to the floor and just sat there for 10 minutes. I never faint, but I might have done if I hadn’t gotten to the floor. Yikes.
This cold has been going on for a week now. I think I’ve had enough.

My fingertips are blue. Need coffee.

Kitty cat.

I’m still sick. Seriously. What’s up with this crap?! I think it’s all very unfair. I’ve watched the English series Skins, both first and second seasons. I’ve watched The Haunted Airman and.. I tried to watch Milk but got bored. I saw Flakes, which also was kind of boring and never ending.

While watching movies I made the clothes Noor has on (right). Not the hat though.

And I took some photos of this majestic cat. She thinks she’s all that. And she is.



I’m seeing things. I thought the cat was walking up beside me this morning and out the door when I said bye to matt.
Just now I thought there was something infront of me while I was walking out to the hallway.
Delusional. Nice.

Or it’s just the fact that I really need to cut my bangs.

Oh crap.


Check it in original size.

My throat  aches. And I’m cold. Damnit. I think my fingertips are blue. I was gonna draw something tiny to go along with this text, but I ended up drawing this strange thing which took like an hour instead.
I’m thinking about joining my cat. She’s lying in my bed looking very comfy. I think I should go get some tea instead.

I’m listening to Red House Painters. That’s one singer with a great voice. I think I am sick actually. I thought about it. Just now. I went down town yesterday to get some stuff at h&m and someone must have passed something on. Right? I might freeze to death now.
Head ache coming. I could make this into a “minute by minute – how you feel the sickness growing”.

From Swallowing Grandma.


Reading Swallowing Grandma by Kate Long.

Page 53:
“As I walked up to the entrance I caught sight of Mr Poole sitting half-hidden in a winged chair behind a weeping fig. He had a tea towel over his lap and his hand beneath it was jerking up and down, up and down. Christ, I thought. Even in here it’s full of pervs.
I veered slightly so that I would pass near him, and hissed, “You’re disgusting”, at the top of his head.  He looked up, surprised. His face seemed odd and naked. As I glared at him the cloth fell away across his knee and I could see that he was  holding a pair of glasses in his lap. His flies, I noted, were completely closed.
“Just a sec”, he said, sliding the glasses onto his nose.
“That’s better. Couldn’t see a blessed thing before.” He peered up at me. “Now, what’s tha sayin’?”
“It needs dusting. This place.”


Before bed.


I don’t know what to do with all my thoughts sometimes.

They don’t fit.



This was not what I wanted to see this morning. Hello Winter coat!

I trailed off..


I bought a new coat. It’s navy blue and sweet and has big buttons and it’s A-lined. It’s still too cold for it really, but I’m beginning to really dislike my winter jacket.. and the winter. So I’m gonna wear it. And freeze. That’s normal behavior anyways. My friends were chocked I actually owned a winter coat. I used to walk around in my red summer jacket all year ’round.

And a side story from that, the very same summer jacket was a very bad choice New Years of 2001 when I apparently dropped my key to my flat on my way to Linda (I fell down on the icy road, that’s more luck to you) and couldn’t get into the house when I got home in the middle of the night. I had thin black pants and my red summer jacket, probably a pair of converse shoes too. I walked back to her house and couldn’t get in there either as their door was locked. My cellphone was out of battery. They lived 5 apartments up so throwing rocks on their window was out, I considered it. I then tried to phone her at a gas station, but as the phone was dead I didn’t know their number. Haha. I can’t remember how I finally reached her but I did and I called some security people to come open my door and Linda’s bf dressed me up in some ridiculous army stuff he had so I wouldn’t freeze to death on my way back. Then I had to wait outside my door for 45 minutes before the idiot came and opened up for me. Greatest New Years ever.

Oh well, can’t hang around here.. must work on my portfolio.

Ask me stuff that I just told you I don’t know.


I just took a short walk around my work buildning before lunch. I was in some highly important thoughts (like always) listening to music when someone stepped out infront of me..
Student: “Can I ask you some question? I’m from the University radio.”
Me: “Erm..”
Student: “It’s about the Oscars.”
Me: “Oh.. but I don’t know anything about it..”
Student: “I have a list.. you don’t have to know anything.. just pick something from the list here..”
Me: *reading* “…but.. I haven’t even seen any of these movies.”
Student: “I don’t care.. just pick one.. like.. you know who Brad Pitt is..”
She starts testing her microphone.

I’m reading the list and stating that I really haven’t seen any of the movies. And I don’t really care that much about any of the actors on that list. And why can’t I ever say no? I don’t want to be on the radio.

Student: “So who do you think will win as the male lead?”
Me: *damnit* “…Sean Penn.” (Wth do I know.. but Brad Pitt will probably get it..)
Student: “Why?”
Me: *dumb struck* Did she just not tell me to just pick a name when I said I had not seen any of these movies? *taking one step away from her* “..But I have no idea?!” Giving her a look of ‘What the hell are you doing?’
Student: “….okay.. so for the ladies then?”
Me: “…..Kate Winslet..” *don’t you ask me why*
Student: “Right. And as the best movie? What do you think?”
Me: “…that’ll probably be Benjamin Button..”
Student: “…thank you!”

Thinking about it.. I should have said names that wasn’t even on the list.
“Best movie?”

Don’t put that on the radio please.

The bad mother’s handbook.


I got recommended by a friend to see The bad mother’s handbook today. So I just did. English. And different.
I can’t get over how perfect Rob Pattinson’s body language is. This Daniel character was funny.
I’ll probably watch it again soon.