Since I am still more or less the worst blogger in the world, I’m going to continue my spree of updating ridiculously seldom. I’ve spent the past two weeks or so travelling around, and right now I am just so extremely happy to be back home. I was so tired of living out of a suitcase. Now I can throw my clothes on the floor without having to worry about them disappearing on me!

I spent about 10 days in Italy, looking at old cities. I managed to get some time to tan as well, and I am no longer see through. I love Italy, and I love Italian food, but this time it got the best of me. We were staying in a country house for five days, and a friend of my mother’s (called Mario, awesomely enough) cooked for us. One day he made pasta, sausages, pizza and god know what, and I was literally so full that I threw up later in the evening. No more pasta for a while!

Apart from being torn apart from the inside after eating too much, Italy was great. I turned 20 during our stay, and it was really nice. On the 28th I left Italy for Borlänge, where the Peace & Love festival is. Five days in a tent without a shower sort of gets to you, but I really had a lot of fun, met some awesome people and saw some awesome concerts. Bob Dylan was (as expected) bad, but Håkan Hellström, The Ark, The Strokes, Teddybears and loads of others were really great. 50 000 people were there this year, and it was insane. Especially seeing how Borlänge only has about 40 000 inhabitants.

But now I’m back home, and I’m going to just relax and have an awesome time until I start working. I love summer <3

I just received an e-mail telling me that I’m going to be working at the most awesome festival in Sweden this year! I’ll be in one of the tents serving beer and stuff, and when I’m not working I’ll get the chance to see artists such as Bob Dylan, Kings of Leon, Håkan Hellström, The Ark and I don’t know how many more! I’m SUPER excited, this is going to be the most awesome thing ever!

Check it out, all ye non-Swedes: Peace & Love

I am still an excellent student, and this time I feel like it’s actually true. It’s 10:00 and I have already spent more than an hour working on my stupid essay, which for me is really good. I have to hand in ten pages on Wednesday, and my current count is two. YEAH. At least now I’ve gotten out of the boring fact rambling part and can start analysing, which means getting angry at the Swedish Supreme Court, which is a lot more fun. Once I’ve finished writing this entry, that’s what I’m going to continue doing.

I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides yesterday, and since I expected it to be shit I was positively surprised. It’s not as good as the first one, but it definitely beats numbers two and three (who weren’t that good anyway). THANK GOD Will and Elizabeth are finally out of screen time. They Elizabeth has been nothing but annoying since she first showed up anyway. All in all, I liked the movie, even though it had lost the more humorous touch. Jack was still funny, ofc, but more forcedly (is that even a word?) than he has been in the previous films.

Once I’m finished with this essay thing I am totally going to work on my book again. Now that I have written it on the internet I must do it, or spiders will crawl into my ears at night. Motivation yay!

I’m just all about the Eurovision Song Contest right now. I should have been born gay.

Anyway, yesterday when I was watching the second semifinal I almost had a heart attack since they NEVER SAID SWEDEN!! God, I thought I would die lying there on the sofa chewing my pillow. But, finally, they did say Sweden, and we got our place in the final. Last year was a disaster. We are Sweden for god’s sakes, we ALWAYS make the final. Order is restored in the universe.

For anyone who might be interested, I think that Sweden, Finland or Ireland should win. I will, of course, not be happy if Sweden doesn’t win, but the other two I can live with. Seeing how incredibly uninteresting this post is turning out to be, I’m surprised that I got three new followers over night. Why would anyone (except Athbah who apparently follows my every step online) be interested in what I have to say?

Now I need to eat something. Perhaps I should go for a run first, since I managed to push my ass out of the door the day before yesterday. Should I try to make it a habit? Can running really make me agree to postponing my already terribly late breakfast a bit further? God. It’s 12 o’clock and I haven’t had breakfast yet. I can’t even have breakfast now, even if I have cereal it will be called lunch. Running it is!

Tag, you’re it!

Here are the rules:

Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people . Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tag backs.

My lovely friend ashleylu tagged me, so I suppose I am obliged to answer it with ten silly facts about me.

• I am terrified of crabs, lobsters, crayfish and anything else that resembles them. Also wasps. Ew
• I collect giraffes, and I currently have about 25 of them in my room
• I have only seen the Daniel Craig Bond-films, all the others are a mystery to me
• The tv-shows of which I’ve seen every single episode are: Lost, Rome, Sex and the City, Queer as Folk, True Blood and The Vampire Diaries. I’m currently working on Desperate Housewives.
• I am a hopeless chef
• I love going to the circus, and I have always liked the clowns best
• Some movies make me cry every time I see them, such as Forrest Gump, Moulin Rouge, The Return of the King, Gladiator, The Fall and so on
• I have written a book
• I am surprisingly shallow
• I have the memory of a gold fish, maybe even less

Since I continue being more or less the worst blogger in the world, I’m now going to aim for weekly updates. If I’m lucky. I simply have too much to do to keep writing it down. Not even then “it will be fun to read when I’m old”-argument seems to do it for me.

Anyhow, I am still in agony over which university to choose. I am looking at accommodation at Warwick, since one has to fix these things in advance, and I realised I have a problem. I am allergic to mite, and I also have some sort of hibernating asthma which hasn’t shown itself for years but is still there. The thing is, accommodation in England is full of wall-to-wall carpets. Wall-to-wall carpets gives me allergic reactions. I e-mailed the uni to see if they had anything without it, and apparently I need medical evidence which shows that I am unable to complete the school year if I don’t get a certain kind of accommodation. Problem identified. I am getting worried.

Last Friday I had an exam, swiftly followed by Valborg. For those of you who don’t know this absolutely fabulous holiday (in other words: those of you who aren’t Swedes), it’s about making huge fires and drinking a lot of alcohol to celebrate the arrival of spring. Since the meteorologists claim that it is summer already, I suppose it was a bit late, but still. 25 000 people gathered in a park in Lund for a giant spontaneous party, like every year, only this year I didn’t have IB exams to study for and could actually go! It was awesome, and I will definitely miss it if I should move.

Spotify free is over. My family is fighting over the premium account we are sharing.

Something just happened which convinced me that sometimes coincidences are almost too scary to be coincidences. It probably won’t come off nearly as funny in writing, but I don’t care.

Being the nerdy law student that I am (at the moment), and since I have an exam next Friday, I was being responsible and spending my time studying for once. I was busy going through the chapter about human rights in the Swedish constitution when they mentioned something about declining necessary medical care to a child who needed it, and since I was desperate to escape the book I asked mum (also an ex-law student) if we have a law that prohibits that or if it’s just some kind of generally accepted principle. I asked the question with Jehova’s Witnesses and their blood transfusion problem as an example. I convinced mummy to check this online, while I was busy flicking through the insanely thick book that is the Swedish law, when the door bell rings.

Outside the door are two men from - guess what? - Jehova’s Witnesses. Mummy starts laughing as soon as she opens the door, and asks them about the legal situation, before showing them off. When she comes back inside, we both completely crack up.

This perhaps wouldn’t be very amusing in an American suburb or wherever Jehova’s Witnesses come on frequent visits, but the fact that this is the first time EVER that they’ve ever visited us makes it hilarious and borderline creepy. I am going to spend the rest of my day convinced that they knew what was going on - we don’t exactly discuss the legal situation of Jehova’s Witnesses every day in my, sometimes almost obsessively, atheistic home.

Since I’ve received complaints from people (yes, I’m looking at you Athbah) that I sort of disappeared from the blogging sphere, I decided to pick it up once again. Some shameless flattery was involved, but I will try to overcome my own laziness and force myself to write things down once again. I will simply remind myself of how extremely interesting it will be a few (many) years from now, when I remember that I used to have a blog. Sort of like how I wish I could find that diary I never bothered to write when I was younger.

Spring is here, the sun is shining through my window and I am definitely happy. The cat is bringing ticks into the house, another not so lovely sign of spring, but he has yet to leave one in my bed. Except the one I found crawling over my sheets. I have also seen some wasps outside, and I dread the coming of creepy-crawleys. They are the one thing about summer I absolutely do not miss.

I am in agony over which university to choose, which is bothering me. The choice is between Sweden and England (Lund or Warwick), and two completely different programmes. I mean, it’s only my entire future, I shouldn’t worry, right? Since I have no idea, I am putting that off for a while longer. My biggest worry (at this very moment) is actually what I’m going to do with my hair on Saturday, when I’m going to a ball. Dress and everything else is sorted, but not the hair. Since I have absolutely no imagination in the field of hair-dos, I’m starting to panic. I can’t exactly just let it hang there, that would not exactly go well with the dress. I feel like such a girl, I wish I never had bigger problems than deciding what to do with my hair. Really.

I was going to blog, and then I got stuck looking at silly pictures. Have I no self discipline? The answer is no. However, I’ve realised that my brain is no bursting with random knowledge which I have taken in on my Wikipedia-8-hours-a-day-work-schedule. I know a lot of things about serial killers, Batman villains, sharks, Lord of the Rings, ancient Greek mythology, the Roman emperor Nero, Giacomo Casanova and quite a few other topics I have explored through this marvellous media. In other words, I have been highly productive during my time here. So now I’ve decided to use this blog entry to sort of sum up everything that has happened, even though I still have three intense days to go of my stay here in Madrid.

Firstly, I’ve written a book. I haven’t blogged about it before because I couldn’t be bothered didn’t want to, but I did actually write a book. Or at least what NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) defines to be a book. That is, I have crapped out 50,000 words of fiction from scratch during the month of November. I still have to finish the book, but I am amazed with the fact that I even started, and even more so that I managed to actually finish the requested 50,000 words in one month. Once again: Mickey is productive as hell at work. And don’t ask me what the book is about, because it sounds silly and I won’t tell you anyway.

I’ve had my first rel job (even if it was just an internship), and lived away from my parents for the first time, which is kind of a big deal. I feel so much more independent and secure now than I did before, and I hope it stays now that I’m going back to studying again. Which I will be doing the 17th of January, in Lund. The course is called Introduction to Law, Legal Theory and Constitutional Law, and will keep me occupied until June. I can’t decide whether to be excited or not, but I hope I’ll find it interesting. It will be useful, in whatever case.

I’ve literally adapted myself to a new language, and I actually understand what they say on the TV by now. Sure, I’m far from fluent, but it’s still a third language which I’ve improved a lot in. Speaking still isn’t awesome, but I still amaze myself every time I understand something. One would think I’d be over that by now? Alas, no. In any case, I’m very proud of myself for this as well. It would’ve been an entirely different thing if I’d placed myself in London, where I actually speak the language properly.

I’ve met tonnes of new people, and I wish I could say the majority of them were Spanish. I’ve made American, Brazilian, Spanish, Russian, Swedish, Venezuelan and loooads of other friends. I will of course not remember everyone, but they have still been a part of making this trip/stay really awesome.

I’ve gone to Barcelona, seen Vampire Weekend and Lady Gaga, stayed out all night countless times, had churros con chocolate in the morning, seen it snow over Madrid, written Högskoleprovet, had visitors… So many fun things have happened! Johnny Depp is in Madrid. I’m a little sad about that. I haven’t seen him. I wonder why.

I must say, as much as I love Madrid, it’s going to be really nice to go back home again to the freezing-ness of Sweden. We have snow and proper Christmas feeling and Christmas food. I can’t wait to see my family (and Mozart, do not forget the cat) again. But whatever the case: I LOVE YOU MADRID!!

I’m too busy living my life to blog. Anyway, so on friday I decided to stay in and do nothing. I helped Carmen to set up the creche (which is a word I totally needed to look up) and also to decorate the Christmas tree. I can’t believe I have only a week left here, and only 13 days till Christmas. It turned out really pretty and it was loads of fun, since I got to place the little plastic animals wherever I wanted to. There’s a penguin in it, watching the three kings on their camels. I thought the penguin was necessary. I also got lectured in the story behind the whole pretty little scene, since I can’t really say that my Christian stories are completely clear.

On saturday Tetra Pak had a Christmas lunch, which turned out to be a lot more awesome than I thought it would be. It started at 14.00 and ended at 21.00, after which we continued out. The lunch itself was good, and Liza won a giant Spanish ham in the lottery they had. I’m glad I didn’t win, since several kilos of ham certainly aren’t included in my plans for how I’m going to manage to get all my things back to Sweden. After the lunch they turned the hall into a disco, where the majority of the songs played were Spanish classics I’d of course never heard of. I was brutally forced into dancing salsa. It was a lot of fun anyway, and I realised how hard it is to speak Spanish if there’s a lot of background noise.

We left the “lunch” at 21.00 and went out to a bar. We were a massive group, and it was a lot of fun. I haven’t spoken that much Spanish since I came here, and it was awesome. I went home at about 1, since I wanted to be alive for the Lady Gaga concert I’m going to tonight! GOD I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO IT SO MUCH!!