So long, farewell...

So, I'm off to - hopefully - sunny Spain for two weeks, with likely no internet access. So, you guys take care and I'll speak to you all soon!

(Ida, jag läste i tidningen att AC/DC ska släppa ett nytt album och kanske turnera... Wahey!)

(You should all listen to Boston's Long Time and Peace Of Mind.)

In which I'm worried about nightmares

Jag säger bara det, min mor... Hon kan kläcka ur sig saker utan att tänka på vad hon säger. På telefon med Anticimex (för att vi har stort jäkla getingbo ovanför fönstret), när de tydligen frågade om det gick att nå boet från fönstret: "Ja, en lång man med en lång grej kan nog." Jag bröt ihop.
Och nu ikväll när hon skulle försvara sig; "Men jag menade ju bara ett långt rör som han kan spruta med." Jag lovar och svär.

Saturday night was lovely - seeing 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' with my fellow geek Julia. Although she's way more geeky than I am, banging her head on a table just to get a scar like Harry's... Right? Hmm?
I actually loved the film. I haven't enjoyed the last ones, but this one I did. Even with all the stuff cut and changed, it just worked. There were times when I realised I was sitting there with a huge, stupid grin on my face, and that's a good sign for me. It was a bit light on actual school stuff, but other than that, fabulous.

And oh em gee, the last book is out soon. I could do a whole bunch of eleventyones after that statement, but I'll try to restrain myself.
I'll say one thing, though. I'm not going to get to read the book for a while since I'm not home when it's supposed to arrive, if it even decides to arrive on time, and if some idiot decides to spam the entire internet and give away the ending, I swear, I will CUT a BITCH.

We went for ice cream before the film, since it was too hot to be inside for longer than necessary. Then we both lost our appetite when Julia's ice cream suddenly appeared to be full of flies, and a bird decided to crap frighteningly near mine. It missed, but still got my jeans. A pigeon. I'm not surprised; I've always said those damn birds are evil.

Three more sleeps until I'm off to Spain. *glee* Although first I'm off to the dentist tomorrow to check on my jaw, which is stiff and achey and has been for a few days. Always just before I'm about to go abroad. Why? Huh?

In which I photospam you

Just so you know, this is all totally Julia's fault.

Okay, so, I decided to take photos of a bunch of key stuff from my everyday life. Completely uninteresting, probably, but man did I have a blast with my camera.

My alarm clock

My bathroom shelf

My phone, named Mimi

My favourite necklace

My favourite ring

Favourite earrings

My iPod

My keys

My favourite ballerina shoes

And last, but not least, my laptop.


Oh, and some other pretty stuff.

In which there was no Ark necessary

There was no paddling necessary this weekend - trains to and from Kristianstad ran like clockwork despite the pouring rain, thank unnamed deity. Had a great time, even got to meet up with Pernilla yesterday, which was lovely. Hadn't seen her since December. Christ.

Highlights from the weekend included the best Greek food ever, a cousin gathering behind us that made me and Julia almost collapse with laughter - du, den där gödkalven, hur sajor du dé po utrikiska? - the white porn sofas, boobs-shaking and the now official Kristianstad Dance.

You girls? Are awesome.

Oh, and also? LIMONAOD!

...
Damn it. We heard 'Chasing Cars' on the radio yesterday, and Annica and I both got all 'Oooh!' and of course started talking about that Grey's Anatomy episode. So I thought I'd watch it today.
At the first chords of that stupid, stupid song I actually had to close VLC because I was already teary-eyed and would without question have started crying my eyes out if I'd watched for another second. Damn it. Again.

"He died all alone. He was alone. I changed my dress three times. I wanted to look nice. I would have been here sooner, but I couldn't figure out which dress to wear."

"You can't stay here. I know you want to..."

"Can you please, please, just get out? I want to be alone with Denny."

"Izzie, that's not Denny."

"Shut up."

"Izz, it's not Denny. The minute his heart stopped beating he stopped being Denny. Now I know you love him, but he also loved you. And a guy that loves you like that, he doesn't want you to do this to yourself. Because it's not Denny, not anymore.

"An hour ago he was proposing. And now... and now he's going to the morgue. Isn't that ridiculous? Isn't that - the most ridiculous piece of crap - you've ever heard?"

*breaks down* Damn you all.

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.