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2008: twenty-four hours
PM + munta: one week
Exams: two weeks
Barcelona: less than three weeks
Upcoming exhibition: three weeks
22: five months and two weeks
Law degree: four years at least (but the odds for that are about 27%)

Looking forward and looking back, breathing in and out, settling in the present. Den som lever får se...

Happy New Year!

God Jul!

It's the small things that make the big difference. Every day in the week, including Christmas Eve... (the day we celebrate in Sweden)

Me on the way to celebrating Christmas with my family.

Today's share of street art.

Yum, mellansyster Frida gave the best presents (more care and less consumerism)

The best part of the Christmas food is the unmeaty plates (below is baby mozarella in saffron, not traditional Swedish at all). And drinking mumma instead of water was this year's best way to make it through the dinner.

Now I'm sick of Christmas... At least this kind of Christmas. I'm still looking forward to going out with old and dear friends (my preferred kind of Christmas celebration).

A merry merry Christmas to you and your dear ones! (don't forget to make it your own kind of Christmas!)

the lull before the storm

Tomorrow consists of 14 hours of work. I try to count the hours, without seeing all of them at the same time. The coffee is cheap, and it gets cheaper at night. I will survive, one week to go...

Micaela captured a moment with my camera We were pensive (had just seen This is England). Last time we were at that café was the last time with Molly. She's coming home in a week, I can't wait to see her!

Sunday night, all I need for writing my promemoria: coffee and ginger biscuit (+ laptop and litterature). And my new mobile (my old one was more than five years old, kind of proud of that, no matter what Carina says). I got just what I wanted: a red, shiny, tiny and cheap phone.

stress

Why is it that the more things I have to do, the more I want to do? Being busy and somehow gives me more inspiration and ideas (unfortunately being stressed out doesn't give me any extra time and energy to actually carry them out).

Tomorrow evening I will start sorting Christmas cards nighttime (which means I will have enough money to eat in January, and that's a good thing). It'll turn me into a zombie in a few days. But that's ok, I don't mind spending Christmas dozing off.

I fell asleep today at my parents'. And I had a horrible dream about inheritance. Then I woke up totally lost in time and space. I didn't know where I was or what day and time it was. It was scary, but at least I didn't oversleep.

And later the same evening came the dumbest comment of the year: "What's that strange white thing on the ground?" (snow... it's freezing here, seems like global warming has abandonned Stockholm at the moment)

Now I will try to sleep without thinking of heritance and wills. I don't want to make my will anymore. It's all so macabre: death, greed and injustice - I hate staudying it. Yet I totally dissociate myself from it. Scary...

seriously

What's wrong with me? Why do people take me so seriously all the time? I'm not serious... seriously!

But I'm getting confused and stressed out. Too much going on at the same time. Parallel studies (promemoria on labour law, division of property, inheritance and legacy... I want to make a will!), about to start working, training, another exposition afoot... I don't have time to be serious. Please...


And I forgot to tell you that I was in an interview over at craftblog a few weeks ago. Carina is doing these interviews so that you get to know some less known crafters. What an amazing idea! I'm honoured that she asked me. I definitely qualify for unknown, but I don't know about the crafting part these days (so busy!). Read it if you want to... I'm still waiting to get to know you!

changes

Changed the background colour. White seems brighter, and bright is good at this time of the year...

Friday evening: glögg at my place (then going out, which was probably a bad idea due to several reasons, most of all the pouring rain). Micaela is the best guest/hostess ever, so sweet! (personalized cookies for everyone and delightfully smelling orange with clovers)
Saturday: Graffiti in Bredäng, to illustrate my feelings about spending the rest of the weekend studying.

The spider from last weekend wasn't an exception. They seem to be invading my place, it's horrible. I hope this won't last for very long, aren't they dying because of winter? Maybe that's why they come into my home (I live on the bottom floor). I can't help panicking, no matter what people tell me. I know it's stupid but I just can't :(


This is gorgeous!

beginning and ending yet another weekend

Sunday morning: everyday luxury with a latte for breakfast (made from Nescoffee but with cocoa on it nontheless)

Sunday evening: a GIANT spider (you know, the thin long legged kind, Pappa Långben) sauntered over my floor, causing panic and much more everyday action than I wished for on a calm and productive Sunday evening. It took me half an hour to:
1) stop screaming
2) breath calmy
3) catch it under a saucepan
4) muster enough courage to stick a paper underneath
5) open the balcony door
6) throw it out
7) feel very very proud of myself
8) trying not to be too hard on myself for the girly screaming that was heard all over my hood through my balcony door

I hardly ever notice my neighbours. I'm not even sure they know I exist. But now I'm quite sure they think I'm crazy.

insomnia

Oh, the bliss of falling asleep knowing there will be no hangover when waking up. Actually falling asleep, right away and not waking up until morning, would be even better. But it's ok, I'm used to it, it's been two weeks now.

Maybe Stereo Total will change it all? They turned my Saturday night all over. And Maria did. Merci...