I'm an idiot

And a damn clumsy idiot, at that.

A piece of advice? If you've taken a shower and want to shake the water out of your hair afterwards, make sure the bathtub isn't in the way when you throw your head down. I didn't. So I banged my head pretty fucking hard on said bathtub.

I think I have a mild concussion.

Ow.

On a different note, if you haven't seen Extras you totally should. It's sometimes excruciatingly embarrassing, but so, so funny. And it's worth the embarrassment, if only to hear Daniel Radcliffe while playing himself say, "I've done it. With a woman. Intercourse wise," or hear the adorably oblivious Maggie tell Orlando Bloom that being kissed by him just wasn't her 'cup of tea'.
Ricky Gervais is a comic genious, it can't be denied.

If you rearrange the letters in 'unemployed'...

... It spells 'opportunity'!

Okay, I'm officially excited. I probably shouldn't be at this point, but I've just discovered that Lund has a translator education that sounds kinda perfect for me. One or two years long, advanced level, English as one of the source languages, connection to the labour market and sounds really interesting. And it means I'll actually have a reason to study English for a while; I need to get a graduate degree of 180 credits, of which 90 credits need to be in my source language, before I can apply - after this semester I'll have 90 credits in linguistics, which leaves me the 90 in English and after that I can do one year of actual translating training. And my credit at CSN actually covers that. I'm stunned.
Two years at the translating program would have been even better, of course, but one year still means I get the Swedish equivalent of the international master's.

So, yeah. A little bit excited.

You know what else is exciting? In less than a month bare: the album is released. On September 25th, to be precise. And Jenna Leigh Green will be singing Ivy! A part of me is gutted that John Hill and Michael Arden and above all the wonderful Natalie Joy Johnson aren't returning, but still. It's the album, and it's Jenna! I can't really ask for more than that.
Well, I'd have asked for the song Love, Dad to be included instead of Plain Jane, Fat Ass and for it to be more like the New York version than the Vegas version, but you really can't have everything. It's still bare.

Pick 'n mix

So, Malmöfestivalen is this week, and Melanie and I went in briefly to get some food. We ended up eating souvlaki, fried banana with ice cream/belgian waffle, ice cream, and finishied it all off with a couple of doughnuts. That I tried to leave without paying for. It wasn't on purpose, honest! I thought I'd paid, I really did! Very embarrassing.

Also, they have all these stalls with clothes, and I found one with baby clothes, and I bought the most awesome little t-shirt for Elin! It's black and has the AC/DC logo on it, and the caption 'Back in black'. She is so going to be the coolest baby around. I did have some trouble deciding between that one and an almost equally awesome Ramones one, but you know, nothing really beats AC/DC. Isn't that right, Ida? Although, if they'd had an REO one, I might have gone for it.
Now I just need to give it to her before she's grown out of it already.

And now, its time for some Barcelona photospamming. Better late than never, I say. First, view from the plane. Kinda pretty.
We were going on the cableway. I'm scared of hights. We were high up. I was terrified. It shows. The Plaza Espanya fountain:

Best milkshake in the whole damn word. And I am not kidding.
In Caldetas. The waves were huge and getting in the water was hard work.
Crépes are gooood.
Paella. I... It's... Oh, I miss it. *sniffs*

And lastly, because I'm feeling brave, another video. We're not prominently featured, but the fountain is awesome and we do a guest stint towards the end.

Battery check

You know, few things measure up to your mum and dad coming home from town with a present for you, an extremely heavy present that turns out to be the Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Awesome.

There's still no timetable up on my institution's website, and I'd kinda like to know which course I'll be starting with and which day. It's only two weeks away. You can't get the literature too early.

This & that

Doggie got through the operation, despite the vet being awfully pessimistic before doing it. When he called to let us know that it went all right he said we have 'a tough dog'. Fingers crossed he'll heal right now.

I think I finally got a slight grasp on first-order logic, thanks to Logan. If Caroline had used examples like P(m) meaning that Milo V tastes good with butter, I'm sure I'd have studied it harder. But yeah, I think I get it now. Sort of.

I finally have all the photos from Barcelona. That is to say, all 368 of them. Jesus Christ. And then there are 23 videos that we recorded, too. We're nuts. I'll put some pictures up this week.

Watched a really pretty scary* film the other day; Vacancy. It freaked me out a little. I also rediscovered an old favourite of mine - But I'm A Cheerleader, which is just awesome. "I'm not perverted. I get good grades, I go to church - I'm a cheerleader! I'm not like all of you!" Next on the list is Hot Fuzz, and I can't wait for all the GOOOOORE!

I finally finished V's present. I'm sorry it took so long, sweetie! I suck.

* Yes, I speak like that. I also like 'really pretty sure'.

Here goes nothing

All right, for how long will I be able to avoid posting Barcelona photos? They'll show up eventually, I'm guessing, but I still haven't got Melanie's batch and I think there are a few of them I want to get in there. But, for now, here's something to entertain you. We had a charicature done by one of the artists on la Rambla. Stunning likeness, isn't it? We spent the entire afternoon watching it, going, 'Oh God, it's so awful! It's so horrible! It's so awesome!'

Right, so, we had an awesome couple of weeks on the whole. First week was a little bit of a bummer, with my stupid jaw and tablets not working and awful side effects. I've never suffered from side effects in my life, but this time I suddenly woke up to the room spinning a whole lot faster than any room should have a right to, and feeling like I was going to throw up if I moved a finger. Not the best way to start off a holiday, I tell you.

It got better, though. There has been much swimming, paella, chocolate con churros, sangria, and lusting over toned volleyball players at the beach. Mmm. We also met up and went for a drink with my teacher of two summers, David, which was great. Made me realise how rusty my Spanish is, but still, it was really fun. He's just awesome, one of the best teachers I've ever had.

I kinda loved our hotel. At first we didn't realise why all these people were just hanging around there - seriously, there was one bar and it really didn't look like much of a hangout - and then when we'd gotten a closer look at them, well, we did. Hooker's Corner (or, I as we named it in Swedish, 'Horhörnet'). There was this one guy who stopped in his car to chat one of them up who had a baby seat in the backseat. Eugh.

Worst bit about being away was Harry Potter. There will be no spoilers for the book here, in case my fellow geek Julia hasn't finished it yet, but I will say that I loved it. But I swear, the damn book was all over Barcelona! People were reading it everywhere; restaurants, the metro, the beach. And as I said in the video, there was a guy talking about it on the train - I wanted to throw my hands over my ears and shout 'Lalalala, I can't hear you!' Thank Christ he didn't say anything about the actual plot.

Then of course we came home to a dog who's now limping so bad he can barely walk. He's going to the vet for surgery on Monday, so fingers crossed he'll make it through that and that it'll work. If it doesn't... Well, then we're likely going to have to put him down. It's horrible watching him trying to walk like this, he's obviously in a lot of pain. But, hey, he's had the same operation done on the other hind leg a couple of years back and that turned out really well, so the prospects aren't all that bad.

Photos to come later. And if you're lucky, I might even show you a clip from the video diary we made. No English there, though, just Swedish.

Oh, one last thing. Cat Deeley is, like, the cutest thing to ever walk this Earth.

Virtual postcard

Hi, people! There will be a more detailed account of the last two weeks soon, but for now I'm exhausted - I've been reading Harry Potter for seven and a half hours today and bawled like a little girl - and so for now you will have to settle for this little virtual postcard. I seem to remember someone wanting to hear me speak English - wish granted!

And yes, do I realise it's sort of void to say 'speak soon' now that I actually am home, but, you know, whatevs.