snälla lilla krumelur

Today Astrid Lindgren would have turned 100 years old. I cried all the way on the metro to the university. Because she's dead, and I'm grown up, growing old. Remember this?
"Snälla lilla krumelur, jag vill aldrig bliva stur."
(Pippi, Tommy and Annika taking "krumelurpiller" - pills that will prevent them from growing up - and you had to say "stur", not "stor" = big/old - otherwise you'd grow super big).

Jag blev stur :(

And I can't handle the "sturness". I can't handle my promemoria. I can't handle gebrauchsmuster. I can't handle November. It's so fucking cold.

Snälla lilla krumelur, jag vill inte vara stur!


Good news today:
- My camera is fixed, I got it back today, yay!
- Stereo Total is coming to Stockholm!
- I met a girl who has the same PM-assignment as I have (and she's not the book hiding type of law student - she offered to help!).
- And Astrid Lindgren's stories will always be there for me, even if I grow old. You should read them if you haven't already!