The truth doesn't make a noise

- I am not aggressive.
- Oh yeah? She won and I told her I actually let her win, and suddenly she just jumped up and started kicking me. In the kidneys.
- Oh come on, mum, you didn't really - ?
- Well, I did win! He did not let me!

That's my family for you.

So, my laptop is finally all set up. I got a new harddrive yesterday - 160 GB, hell yeah! - and have now spent what seems like many, many hours re-installing all essential programs, transferring files and arranging music and photos. My eyes are tired, but I've been having a blast. I've also discovered the awesome iSquint that really really smoothly converts media files like .avi and others to .mp4. Watchable on your iPod. It's like heaven.

There's an overtone singing festival this weekend and I'm extremely tempted to sneak off to the concert tomorrow. The singing sounds peculiar and very fascinating. And kinda pretty, too.

For my girls who are going through a shitty time, I love you. Take care of yourselves.

And because the quote was too awesome to pass up on...

Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world

Say hi to baby Elin. Isn't she beautiful? I just want to hold her and hug her and squeeze her and pet her and... I should probably stop before I get to naming her George.
I can hardly believe Nicole used to be this tiny... Now she's almost seven and has a little sister to take care of. How time flies.

If you needed a reason.

Valentine's Day is a proper waste of time and, to borrow Heather's expression, "sux sweaty goat balls". For Christ's sake, why do people need a special day to show that they care about each other? It's just an excuse for the stores to sell more lingerie.
We went out to the union and had dinner and ignored the whole thing. Or, well, tried to. The band kept dedicating songs to 'all the singles out here tonight'. After being forcefed some real downers (I think it was Just A Gigolo that triggered it), Ida summed the whole thing up: It doesn't matter that you're single, because love sucks anyway. Well, that's one way of putting it!

Supernatural this season is more often than not angsty enough and that's one of the reasons why I love it to bits, but it can also be awesomly cracktastic when it wants to. I mean... Alien abductions where the worst part isn't the whole thing with being probed - "again and again and again, and then one more time" - but instead being forced to slowdance with a lovesick sighing alien to Lady In Red under a disco ball? Seriously, do you need another reason to watch the show?



I almost slept through the whole of yesterday. Came home from the lecture, started seeing spots, realised that a migraine was on its way and went to bed. Woke up at six, had dinner, went to bed again for an hour. Got up, ate some chocolate, watched a bit of Mulholland Drive, went to bed and slept from midnight to ten this morning. Damn, I really must've had some sleep to catch up on.

The good versus the bad

The good stuff is that my ankle is better. And my glasses are awesome; watching TV with them on was like discovering a whole new set of colours. It's weird, though - I wore them when I went out, and for some reason I felt shorter than ever before. I don't know why, but the ground seemed much closer. And it's not like I really need to feel any shorter than I already am, you know?
Also, we're going to Grand Hotel's litterature evening on Wednesday to hear the awesome Khemiri.

As for the bad stuff, my cold is still hanging in there. My throat feels weird and I have this annoying ticklish feeling in my nose all the time.
And, I had a dentist's appointment this morning during which my dentist discovered that one of my lower jaw wisom teeth is starting to pop up, and it's apparently facing the wrong way. Or something. I didn't quite get it. Possibly because I stopped listening right after she said that the best thing to do was to get it out. I'm not entirely sure whether she saw the fear in my eyes, but I dont think so, because the next minute she had cheerily moved on to asking me about the difficulties of finding an apartment in London.
Logan, teeth suck, dont they?

Possibly the best line ever:
Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God.
I for one am laughing on the outside.

För associationsleken:
Det jag tog från den här bilden som Gustav lade upp var vindruvorna, och kanske på grund av vår lilla sammankomst hemma hos Frida fick de mig osvikligt att tänka på fest med ostbricka. Mmm, brie. Och så skickar jag stafettpinnen vidare till Veronica!

In which I try (and fail miserably) not to curse

Oh, how I would love to pull a Lara right now... But I'm not as gifted as she is when it comes to cursing, so I will settle for fuckfuckfuckfuck (se, Gustav, jag sade ju att jag svär som en borstbindare) because I've sprained my hopeless fucking ankle again. Yeah. Just doing something as simple as crossing a friggin' street. You'd think that'd go smoothly, but not when you're me. No, when you're me, your ankle suddenly - without warning or reason - gives way in the middle of the street so that you have to limp the 400 meters left with tears in your eyes, begging God or whoever, anyone, to just let you get home and sit down.
I hate my fickle fucking feet.

On a slightly brighter note I picked up my new glasses before this happened, and wow! I can see!

Oh, and it's been a while since one of these. Not for a lack of making them, trust me, more for sympathy with my readers, but here we go.
I want an Impala for my birthday this year. Please? She's so pretty, and I promise I'll pet her and wash her and call her baby. Never mind that I don't have a driver's license.

Och just det ja, jag blev ju utmanad! Jag funderar, Gustav! Har inte hittat någon lämplig bild än.