Now is when I don't go to see 'Evan Almighty'

Okay, this raining is actually starting to bother me. I could deal with it earlier, even went swimming despite it - wearing sunglasses - but now it's beginning to get on my nerves. It's July, for Christ's sake, and it's fourteen degrees outside! Not to mention that I'd rather not have the trains to Kristianstad cancelled tomorrow because of flooding. Soon I'll start building that Ark.

Stupid, stupid weather.

I hope it's not my fault. I did ask for bad weather so that Frida wouldn't have to work late and be able to come with tomorrow. But seriously, this was not what I meant. Jeez, God, get a clue, would ya?

Busy as a bee

So, today has been a very productive day. I've signed up at the traffic school, made an appointment to get my hair cut next week, bought a new dress, made plans to go out for tapas tomorrow night, and I've finally finished my story for the Supernatural Lyrically challenge. It even turned out quite well, according to my helpful beta.

And you know I'm in a state of decay when that is what I call a productive day.

I understand about indecision

So, Midsummer's Eve was nice. It was eating, drinking and kubb, like it should be.

I'm still bored to hell, and just got an email that I didn't get the last job I applied for. But, I have decided that I'm going to start working towards getting my driver's license this summer, and so I'm going to the traffic school this week. I'm terrified, but at least it's something to do.

The Door's 'People Are Strange' is currently on repeat in my head.

I have to get my hair cut, at least a little, before we go to Barcelona. Look how long it's gotten! *is pleased*

It lives!

Someone just reminded me that I haven't posted in a week, and so, yes, I am still alive. Surprise! Just haven't been up to blogging much, since nothing much is actually happening. I swim. I apply for jobs and get no responses. I wait for July 20th to arrive so that I can switch Lund for Barcelona. I draw.

And speaking of drawing, here's actually a little something for my buddy Ida. Better late than never, I say. Enjoy, bitch!

Deja vu

I'm humming 'I Can't Fight This Feeling' on repeat again. Oh, who could be to blame? Who?
Really, it is an awesomely sappy song.

I'm an awful daughter. After my little breakdown when watching the Jonestown documentary yesterday I was so torn up I didn't make sure to check that the DVR actually turned itself off when I hit the button, which it didn't, which meant that it didn't record the football game my dad had set it to later that night. He was not happy.

In a sick place

I don't know if I'm extra sensitive today because of a lack of sleep or something, but I just finished watching a documentary about Jonestown and now I can't stop crying. Every time I think of the people lining up to drink the poison, the faces of all those children, babies having it injected into their mouths, the tears just start flowing.
I'm never going to be able to use the expression "I'm drinking the Kool-Aid" ever again.

I'm thinking.

In a short break from paper writing, I just have to share the fact that Dark Angel, cheesy as it is, is kinda awesome. I stayed up way too late watching it - it was my reward for studying pretty much all day. But anyway, I got to watching this episode called Gill Girl, in which there's a scene where Max and Alec are trying to rescue a kidnapped mermaid from a strip club, and Max has to pretend to be a stripper to get in and proceeds to give Alec a "lap dance", if you could call it that, to fit in. It was the cutest thing and I was giggling all the way through it. The awesomeness is all in the way she keeps ruffling his hair and petting him distractedly without even looking at him while trying to think of a way to get the girl out, and in the way his face just says "What the hell are you doing?" And in the bickering.

- Can we concentrate on coming up with a plan?!
- I'm thinking.
- You're talking!
- I can do both.
- I doubt that!
- Well, you just lost your tip.
She smacks him on the head. He looks cute and innocent.

So much love for that.

Now, I'm gonna finish this paper so that I can finish watching. Or maybe go outside, because the weather's fantastic and I'm stuck in front of the computer. Which sucks.

...
And eight hours later, it's finished! Now, it may suck, it may be muddled and flimsy and she can give it whatever mark she wants, but it's finished! *fistpump*

In short

Semantics paper, bad. Dark Angel, good.

I no longer look like a vampire. The dental surgeon thought the stitches might have annoyed something and caused the bleeding, so he took them out. Hurt like hell, but my mouth is blood-free now.

And happy Sweden day.

Arr, you scurvey cur!

One morning last summer I woke up with a wasp buzzing above my head, which was a pretty lousy way to wake up, I thought. Maybe even the worst way there is. I was proved wrong this morning when I woke up early, not knowing why at first, and realising with my blurry mind after a little while that I had to swallow more often than usual, and that it tasted funny. Metallic, sort of. Oh. Blood. Great.

Yup, got up and went into the bathroom (without swallowing in the meantime) and when I finally got to the sink I had to spit out a freakin mouthful of blood. And another. And another. It just wouldn't stop. Luckily I had a couple of compresses left from when they pulled the tooth, so I stuck one in, and it soaked through. After I put the second one in it eased up, thankfully.

I have no idea what happened, but the now two week old and presumably healed hole where my tooth used to be seems to have decided that it's time to fun things up. Kinda scary, really. Guess I'll have to make a call to the dentist tomorrow.

Logan, you really should listen to those songs! I will stand by what I said; for someone to go through life without having heard 'Wish You Were Here' is, well, it's not right! Same goes for 'Carry On My Wayward Son' (and Ida will attest to that one). 'Crappy' rock... Pshaw. Remind me why we're friends again? ;)

...

Ten hours later? It's bleeding! Stupid fucking mouth. I look like a vampire with my teeth all bloody.

Today's

1. Song: Boston's Foreplay/Long Time, or Clash's I Fought The Law. Still trying to get Joey Ramone out of my head. Also, I've discovered that it's physically impossible for me not to rock in time with the rhythm of Lifehouse's Breathing. God, I love that song.
2. Quote: "Never before has necrophilia sparked so much friendship!"
3. Annoyance: The gaping hole where my tooth used to be. It doesn't quite hurt anymore, it's just weird.
4. Scare: The fucking huge tick discovered on Biggles. Damn, I hate those creatures. They're almost as bad as wasps.

Completely forgot number 5, the day's "No fucking way!" moment: My bike's been stolen. Had it for two months, and now it's gone. Not. Cool.

And just because I'm a music freak I'm going to post my favourite playlist, named "The Greatest Hits of Mullet Rock", because, well... Ahem.
Technically, it's not all rock, but still.

Fire Of Unknown Origin - Blue Oyster Cult
Fight The Good Fight - Triumph
Highway to Hell - AC/DC
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother - The Hollies
I'm In Love With My Car - Queen
I Fought the Law - The Clash
Turn The Page - Metallica
Fly By Night - Rush
Dream On - Aerosmith
Stonehenge - Spinal Tap
Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
Laugh I Nearly Died - Rolling Stones
You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC
Road to Nowhere - Ozzy Osbourne
Walk Away - Joe Walsh
Baba O'Reilly - The Who
Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard
Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Cold As Ice - Foreigner
Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas
The Living Years - Mike and the Mechanics
Back In Black - AC/DC
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane
Wheel In The Sky - Journey
Renegade - Styx
God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash
Save Yourself - Johnny Lang
House Of The Rising Sun - The Animals
Silent Lucidity - Queensryche
What Is And What Should Never Be - Led Zeppelin
What a Wonderful World - Joey Ramone
Foreplay/Long Time - Boston
Enter Sandman - Metallica
Hell Hound On My Trail - Robert Johnson

Six things

1. I'm still giggling over stuff from last night.
2. The solidarity and kindness of strangers amazes me (Best Buy can go suck on it!). There was much squeeing when I realised what was in the mail.
3. I cannot get Joey Ramone's cover of "What a Wonderful World" out of my head.
4. I hate first-order logic with a flaming passion.
5. A Nikon D40 with 55-200mm zoom is so, so tempting, and even more expensive.
6. Good luck to Frida and other neurolinguistics-people for tomorrow!

Truth is...

People are sometimes awesomely crazy and incredibly gross, in an OMG I DIDN'T JUST READ THAT YES I DID OMG sort of way. That's just all there is to it.
That, and the fact that I've been laughing so hard for the past few minutes I thought I was going to tear my stitches and perhaps fall off the chair. There are crazy people, and then there are people who rock. Sometimes combined. LJ FTW!

Också sant: formell semantik är meningslöst, och jag förstår verkligen inte predikatlogik.

Bowling for Algeria

I've got Millencolin's Strike! running through my head tonight, because Anna and I went bowling. Yes, that's right, bowling. And we were awesome. Strike after strike after strike. Sort of. In theory.

Then we proceeded to go into town and sit on the square for a chat, only to have an Algerian guy trying to pick us up. In French. As you know, I don't speak French at all (except for catching the word "rendezvouz" which made me go "oh, crap") , so poor Anna had to deal with him. Apparently, he was traveling through Europe, had always wanted to see Scandinavia and had now achieved his life's goal by coming here (dude, seriously, you need better goals), and had a friend for me who was "just like him". Oh, goodie!
Also, he was interested to know why Swedes are so "closed". We were interested to know why he was so slimy, but neither of us knew the French word for that, so we couldn't ask. We explained that we both had boyfriends and were going to meet up with friends, and so had to leave. Anna's a fabulous liar, aren't you, dear?

My poor gum and the stitches still hurt.

Logan, I finally saw the "Heroes" finale! And I... was kinda underwhelmed. *hides* The second to last was fan-fucking-tastic, but the finale itself... Hi, plot holes! Sigh.
And... He's not dead! He just fell in some pie! Shut up. No, SHUT UP.
/end Refur-ness

Still on 'ow'

Yeah, pretty much. And the stitches are annoying the inside of my cheek. And it's really difficult to eat... Yesterday was horrible food wise - to be so very, very hungry, and not able to eat anything except for yogurt, rosehip soup or porridge? And finally some mashed potatoes? It sucks. Lots of sympathy sent to my cousin who's having two of his wisdom teeth pulled today.

Semantics presentation over. Slurring in front of a classroom full of people? Check. Fantastic.
Citodon? Fabulously strong painkillers that increase the slurring = love. No biking while taking them, though. And to be precise, no writing emails, either. Things tend to come out wrong. The latest one I took hasn't kicked in yet, or I wouldn't be writing this. Or, well, I probably would, but I'd likely be even less coherent.

I wonder what they'd be like combined with wine. Awesome, I bet.

Logan, a question. There wouldn't happen to be a Best Buy store anywhere close to you, would there?

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Now it's kicked in and I could just melt into the couch and go to sleep humming 'White Rabbit'. Damn, why didn't they give me more of these?

Pain is not for babies

Ow. When the gaping hole where your tooth used to be starts hurting before the anaesthesia has worn off completely, you can tell you're in for a fun ride. And the best part? Apparently Wednesday and Thursday are going to be the worst. We have our semantics presentation on Wedneday, and the prosody home exam is supposed to be handed in on Friday. I don't stand a chance in hell of making it.

A few photos from Sunday's wedding:
Me and my gorgeous cousin, the bride herself.

Cousin number two. Nic took that photo, I love it. She sort of ran off with the camera and started snapping away, and half of all the photos we have are taken by her. And they're good, too!

Nicole, my beautiful, beautiful goddaughter. She did so good in the church during the ceremony I thought my heart was positively going to burst with pride.



I think I'm going to go and take some painkillers now.
eta - too late. Ow, ow, ow. And this is going to get worse until Wednesday or Thursday? Just kill me now.
Ow.

Oh noes

Eep. Remember how I got a dentist's appointment to get my wisdom tooth pulled? Yeah, for Monday the 27th. Only we just discovered that the 27th isn't actually a Monday at all, so I made a call to double check when I was really supposed to be there. Well, it turned out that it was Monday the 21st, as in this coming Monday. Oh, God, I'm not ready, I haven't prepared myself mentally. I need a whole week for that.

Oh, and also? Kripke is a bastard. And this time I don't even mean it in the good way.

Girls got rhythm

Goddamn stupid stressed body and mind that conspire and simply refuse to sleep any later than until 7 am. I want to sleep, damn it, the few days when I actually get to lie in, but no. Wake up at 6 am, go back to sleep, wake up again at 7, try to go back to sleep and end up getting out of bed at 8. And that's on my days off. On days with lectures, push back the schedule one hour so that I wake up at 5.

So, it's finally Thursday night. I could bounce all over the place in anticipation, and Kripke, if we don't get a hug this time, one where both parties' arms actually work, I will cut you. Now I just want to go to sleep so that it'll be tomorrow faster, and I'm killing time on TWoP with betting on when a certain event is going to take place in tonight's episode (and the winner gets a Metallicar T-shirt!). Unfortunately someone chose a time only three seconds after mine - not exactly a large window (although with my luck my choice is going to end up being in the middle of a commercial anyway).
And the show is officially renewed for next season, so, yays.

The last ever Gilmore Girls made me cry. No, I'm not ashamed to admit it. It was perfect.

Wedding and christening coming up on Sunday. Aww, my cousin is getting married. And wow, my first wedding. I tried on my dress today, and thank unnamed deity it fits. I heart that dress - green is the best colour ever.

What fun we have

Our semantics lecturer was talking about constituents earlier today, and it was kinda out there as usual. Sometimes I really don't think she knows what she's talking about, and she reads most stuff straight off her powerpoint presentation. Anyway, at one point she said about said constituents, "And a lot of them are redundant."
The first thing in my mind was, "Yeah, well, so are you."
I felt mean. But good.

And every time I read the name "Jackendoff" on the handout I have to keep from giggling. My brain keeps crossing out the "end" in the middle.

edited because I refuse to make three entries in one day.
So, because Refur is awesome, even though she does keep breaking me like whoa, and we both need some happy distraction until Friday, she hereby gets smiley, gleeful Dean (who's just had pie) and not so smiley, holy crap, my cellmate is bigger than me, Dean, make him smaller Sam.


Hope you enjoy, dear!
(Ida, I am working on a little something for you, too.)

Not jumping to conclusions...

... but there was no beeping last night! For the first time in what seems like ages I could go to sleep on my left side! And even if its back tonight, thank you, heavens, for this one night of reprieve.

In other uninteresting news, my hair has finally gotten long enough that I can put it up without just having gotten out of the shower. Go my hair!
And I'm starting to feel like cutting it off. Not going to, not going to. I will resist. It's just the regular, stupid whim, and this time I'm not giving in to it.

Continuity

The beeping in my room won't stop, but at least now I've got earplugs. What worries me about that is whether or not I'll be able to hear my alarm in the morning - just having my right ear on my pillow makes it difficult to wake up, what are earplugs going to do?

Okay, so the part of my mood that's ruled by television is pretty much still on this. Is it Thursday yet?

'Heroes' did its best to cheer me up and succeeded somewhat (although Kring really needs to stop doing stupid, mean cliffhangers like this week's). Mama Petrelli, who are you and what is your game? And what the hell was that? Was that me actually feeling a bit sad for Sylar? No, no, no, I didn't feel sorry at all for the scary psychopathic murderer, I just got something in my eye (see, I told you that I get emotional easily - you believe me now?).

The part of me that's not ruled by television - it's a small part, I'll give you that, but it exists - is busy being stressed out. Why on Earth do they insist on piling everything on us these last few weeks? Frida, you have my deepest sympathies with neurolinguistics and biology on top of everything.
The prosody home exam hasn't even been handed out, and it terrifies me already. I feel like I've understood basically nothing of this course. Written exchange from Wednesday's lecture: "You understand anything?" "Nope." Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming...

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