I LOVE MY SWEDISH BUBBLE
Today's been a day of Swedish wholesomeness: gym, lunch, powerwalk and then an evening swim. I like! =D
A cold but happy Frifri =D
HOW COULD ANYONE GO ON VACATION WITHOUT SWIMMING SHOES?
Italy tonight! =) Très exciting. Mum and dad are slightly stressed though, although I’m not quite sure why. We try to explain to them that we, especially me and Emma, do this flying thing quite often. And that as long as we have our tickets and passports we’re fine. The thing is that these kinds of all-inclusive trips tend to be like “trips- for-dummies”- everyone can do it! As long as you get to the airport they’ll baby you every step of the way.
Mum seems to have forgotten that only one of us is still under 18. She’s forcing us to bring flipflops to wear in the actual pool, because it said so in the e- mail. When reading the e- mail I point out to my mum that this information is directed to children, and that you have to wear shoes in the CHILDREN’S pool- because they have some sort of fake cliffs there that you can climb and play on. I ensure my mum that I’m not going to climb on those (target group= 4- 9 years). Mum stares at me angrily and says “well, it says CLEARLY that all children should wear flip- flops in the pool so that they don’t hurt themselves. For instance, this boy’s foot started to bleed. Imagine if you got an infection! Do as you’re told and bring extra shoes!”
The detail that I’m 22 seems to have escaped her mind. It seems like it’s easier just to bring the damn shoes. Even though I have a feeling that I’m going to spend most of my time in the “grown- up pool.”
Me, Emma and Olle let mum and dad do their thing and make sure that our bikinis/ swimshorts and flipflops are packed. And the swimming- shoes, of course.
APPARENTLY MY BIOLOGICAL CLOCK IS TICKING
Despite having some difficulties walking after the morning’s boot camp I dragged my ass to a deluxe lunch with Linnea that lasted for 3.5 hours. I’ve missed her sooo! =D She’s one of those amazing people who manages to be absolutely scandalous, fabulous, intelligent and crazy all at the same time.
Hm, first I was going to write about some of the stuff that we talked about here… but I realized that I really can’t haha! But let’s just say that a large part of the lunch went to discussing men’s behinds (the perfect one is like two perfect scoops of ice- cream).
Went directly from lunch to have coffee with my BFF- granny! =D She’s the best. And she showed me the album of all the military men that she was dating when she was younger (I’ve seen it loads of times before, but they’re all super- hot so it doesn’t really matter).
When out for an evening walk I ran into the gossip girl (or rather gossip lady since she’s 60) of the village. Who obviously wanted to know everything about everyone. After a few minutes…
“So, who’s your boyfriend?”
“Oh I’m actually single!”
“But who bought you the necklace then?”
(Sometimes I wear a necklace that says “Adore”) “I bought it for myself! Since, well, I adore myself.”
“Oh…. What a shame, you should really get on it! The clock’s ticking! Don’t you want to have babies?”
“Well, I don’t really care if it’s ticking, I’m busy doing other stuff.”
“But you're 22 years old! The farmer’s son is single too! Why don’t I give him a phone call for you darling? You could live on his farm together! Wouldn’t that be great?”
(Get a sudden chest pain) “That REALLY isn’t necessary! I’m perfectly fine just as it is.”
“Well my darling, let me know if you change your mind. An opportunity like this doesn’t come around often! He won’t be there forever!”
Maybe I should give him a call after all. I mean, how else am I supposed to support myself? This is the sort of opportunity I've been preparing myself for for the last 6 years.
WHERE THERE'S NO GLAMOUR, YOU HAVE TO WORK WITH WHAT YOU HAVE
Three days into my Sweden- trip I’m starting to panic a little. Over all the trees, it being so quiet and so forth. Seriously, even the GYM doesn’t open here until 14.30 on Sundays. What’s wrong with this place?? To make myself feel better I’ve painted my nails shock pink (that usually works) and tried my new lipglosses that I bought at the airport. Even though I have ZERO money I felt like a new Juicy Tube and a Victoria Secret’s lip plumper was something that should be prioritized. I tried to buy them when my dad wasn’t around, but he knocked on my shoulder right when I was standing at the till. Hm.. And then I had to explain the difference between the shades “Baby Pink” and “Strawberry Pink” and why it’s essential to have both. And that I definitely need more Victoria’s Secret hand disinfectant (it’s scented!), since it’s the number one accessory for a hypochondriac like me.
I’ve also been looking at Agent Provocateur’s website (those of you who know me already know that I’m obsessed with lingerie- and shoes, and handbags, and dresses…) and almost felt some chest pain for not being able to buy anything at their sale. Mum had to drag me by the hair out of Selfridge’s lingerie department when we were there, me desperately clinging on to a tiny Dolce and Gabbana thong, fighting for my life and sobbing “but they’re so preeettyyyy!” I need to sort out my priorities.
So, tonight: SPA- evening. I also have lunch- plans with Linnea for tomorrow, that should DEFINITELY up the glam factor.
OUT AND ABOUT IN JÖNKÖPING TOWN?
- Restaurants apparently have the choice to decide that after 10 pm, they're a "nightclub." And then they can charge people 10 pounds for going into the restaurant.
- Moving three tables over to the right apparently creates a dancefloor. So the 10 pounds now seem quite reasonable.
- You have to be 23 or over to be there. But, for me, since I'm 22,5 and with friends who are 23, I can still get in.
- Hot Swedish men are nowhere to be seen.
- That my Granny keeps getting invites to come to Centrum (a Club where the main target group is 18-20 year olds) via text EVERY WEEKEND. She wanted to bring her friend Lily to come with her until I made clear for her what it was. She would've gone anyway if it wasn't for the fact that "young people dance so weird."
- In some pubs, they charge you for entrance as well. From 7 pm. And in some of them you have to be 23 to get in.
- Swedish people cannot possibly talk to people that don't belong to their own "group" until they're completely wasted and it's after 1 am, at least.
Seriously, do you want people to go out here at all?
DO LAST- MINUTE SIT- UPS WORK AS WELL AS BRIDGET JONES- PANTS?
As yesterday was one of my "fat- days" (all women know what I mean- those days when you feel, eh, fat?) and I was going to squeeze myself into a little black lace- body number in the evening I would normally have gone to the gym in the morning. However, I'm still getting better from my cold, so- instead I went for 2 powerwalks with weights and did some last minute abs and thighs exercises. I really don't think it works- but it FEELS better! lol
"YOU SEE, MEN HAVE TO KEEP LIVING IN THEIR ILLUSION."
Me: Oh great! Did you call the 3 Company or something?
Dad: no, you probably just had the SIM card in the wrong way.
Me: No no I didn't. Something probably happened so that it doesn't work abroad anymore. It's been switched on and everything, but there's been no network.
Dad: (Puts a comforting hand on my shoulder) It's ok honey, everyone can miss out on those little things sometimes. You can admit that you were wrong.
Me: Dad. Seriously. If the SIM card's in the wrong way you can't switch the phone on at all and there's a message which says "put in your SIM card." It's NOT the SIM- card.
Olle (little brother) walks in.
Dad: "I fixed her phone, she'd just put the SIM card in the wrong way."
Olle: "Fri you're soooo stupid."
Mum walks in. "Oh, well done Uffe! I'm sure you sorted it out all by yourself."
Olle and Dad leave, laughing.
Me: "MUM! He DIDN'T do anything, it just doesn't work in England! And the SIM card was NOT in the other way!"
Mum: "I know sweetie! But you see, the thing about men is that sometimes, even when they do something stupid, you have to give them credit for it. They know that women are smarter than them anyway, but they have to continue to live in their illusion or their world falls apart. We know that we're always right anyway. Plus now dad's in a good mood so it's easier to make him clean."
2 OF THE THINGS I MISS WHEN I'M IN LONDON...
"YOU MEAN, LIKE, IN THE ACTUAL FOREST?"
Me: "Sure, where are the car keys?"
Mum laughs. "Sweetie, you don't have to go to the store- just go outside the garden, there are loads there!"
Silence.
"You mean, you want me to get them from the forest?"
"Yes, we always do that remember? Here, borrow your dad's rubber boots."
"But do you mean, like, from the actual forest? There are loads of insects there! And snakes!"
"FRIDA, GO!!!"
Bye bye glamour, hello reality!
ME AND MY GAL
DEAR RYANAIR, I HATE YOU. KIND REGARDS, FRIFRI
I break up with you!
Would something like this be too much to ask?
"HEY FRI, IT'S ME..."
"IT'S YOU! CRAZY LADY WHO MADE ME CARRY BOOKSHELF UP ALL THE STAIRS!"
You know how men always brag about how hard it was to do military service? But how good they were who just pushed through the pain? According to himself, my dad was amazing at military service in the northern part of Sweden with -20 to -25 degrees, at least 1 metre of snow and bears and wolves everywhere in the forest. Still, he cries like a baby over the dust in my apartment, hits his toes in my clothes racks and think the boxes with shoes are abnormally heavy. I just don't understand men..!
Sergey is my Van Man guy. I didn't think he'd remember me, but apparently he did. "It's you, crazy girl with all the shoes! The girl who made me carry bookshelf up all the stairs!" (Sergey gets paid by the hour and last time he helped me move I was annoyed because he was being lazy, so I didn't tell him there was a lift in my house and he carried all the stuff up loads of stairs, including bookshelf, desk.... Until he saw the lift and looked like he was going to kick my ass.) However, we've now left all that behind us and started fresh. I told him where the lift was and helped him to carry stuff.
Rosalita is a fabulous lady who just saved my life by cleaning my entire flat in 2,5 hrs. I told her I loved her and I think she thought I was kidding but I really really do love her.
Sweden tomorrooow! =D I'm exciteeed
"THE RUSH I GET IS WORTH THE PRICE I'VE PAID"
I’d say that all of yesterday was, well FABULOUS. (I’m sure that everyone agrees….) I could be writing loads, but here are some sprinkles of fun ;)
Dad was so nervous that he first almost refused to get dressed. And said that it’d all have been so much easier for him if I’d just decided to keep working in retail.
Elin is one of my fabulous friends who knows how to keep it real at all times. She was really upset since she was going to give me a Brazilian bikini wax for my graduation present, but the salon was closed on Mondays so she’d have to come back another day to get me a certificate. Can you think of a better graduation present? Didn’t think so!
Throughout the day my grandmother kept reminding me of how much debt I’m in. And how difficult it is to get a job. And what would happen if I don’t get a job. Over and over and over again while she laughed.
Dagny found the perfect way to work her robe when wearing a dress with a cleavage- by fastening it to her bra with a security pin. Only to be judged by the girl sitting next to her in the graduation hall. However, she both had a fabulous- looking robe and a fabulous- looking cleavage. You go girl! ;D
Lawrence was upset by the fact that we had to wear solicitor’s gowns (they don’t have a pouch at the back!) and that people had to help “gowning” him. He’s been gowning himself perfectly fine for a year on his own! (L) Lawrence.
My sister was a crazy camera- bitch- but in a totally great way. She managed to take 600 pictures with her camera alone. And that was just up until the ceremony ended. How? How? Also for directing me like a crazy camera bitch. “You look chubby from that angle… OMG NO…. Pull in your chin!!!”
When the teachers entered I giggled a little because it all made me think of Harry Potter. The girl next to me looked really angry and didn't see the funny side of it at all. I also managed to make fun of the blue fur- things that some of the teachers were wearing and said that they looked like Santa Claus in blue. Only to be told that those are only worn by those who have graduated from Oxford.Observation: Mario Mendez looks really funny in his doctor’s hat. Especially when he pouts his lips. Do you think it might be lip- plumper?
After dinner with my family the day ended at Cuckuu Club and Mahiki with Dagny, Yarin, Adamos and a number of other fabulous people. Not only was I once again amazed by Vodka- Dagny’s skills, but I was also entertained by Yarin’s fabulous dance- moves! Those moves are not for kids. Observaion: I learnt that some people still use the line "Do you come here often?", at least by sleazy 40+ men it seems. Tip to the ladies: tell them that you're a feminist (which I am, of course) and they're gone pretty quickly, and you can both move on with your lifes.
When I have organized the 1200 pictures that my sister took, I will put some up here…
"GRADUATE GIRL THE MORNING AFTEEEER!"
I shall blog as soon as I've sorted myself out. Aka as soon as I've had McDonald's for breakfast.
"DON'T WORRY FRIDA, I CAN RETOUCH YOUR PHOTOS!"
Have prepared mentally by doing my nails, facial etc. (Frida- stuff.)
My sister looked at me with a very critical look on her face before she put a comforting hand on MY shoulder, saying in a nice voice "Frida, don't worry. If you want to, I can retouch your graduation photos."
Ahh. She's so sweet and caring. Almost as nice as when I called her during exam time worrying about gaining weight and she said "don't worry! I can put make- up on you that gives an illusion of you being thin."
How... sweet?
A CHICK WITH BRAINS
"I actually just finished my law degree, so I'm really excited about that."
"Oh. Ok."
"And I'm gonna start my masters in September, focusing on human rights and legal theory. Those are the areas that I feel most passionate about."
(Looking around, a bit sweaty. Not so interested anymore.) "Umm. Uhu."
This is so strange. What happened?! I used to be quite good at this... Ohhh... Now I remember.
I lean forward and giggle. "Actually, never mind all that. I'm working in retail right now. With lingerie. I'm SOOOO passionate about lingerie."
(Interested again.) Oh really! Tell me more about your job!
I choose to excuse myself. This is just not for me. It's BORING.
Sorry boys, the beautiful package also comes with a brain. Be man enough to deal with it.
SORRY WOMEN OF THE WORLD- I MAY HAVE STARTED AN UNSTOPPABLE CHAIN OF EVENTS OUT OF MY CONTROL...
You see, it's like these two have the same spare time interests except until now, they've been operating in different countries. And each on their own is sort of controllable. The interest being women.
As I introduce them they both seem very happy, and are like "I've heard so much about you and what you do." I suddenly hear Sean asking whether Olle works from Casanova's Memoirs or The Game, or if it's all his own ideas. (Olle is all about his own ideas.) And so they start exchanging ideas and theories.... And tips and hints....
It's like... they're work colleagues.
"Frida, I should take your brother out and teach him some things about London- girls!"
"I don't think that's a good idea...."
"Don't worry I won't tell him all the stuff about what I've done in the past..."
"Mm... maybe..."
"...until you've left!"
Ladies, if you see these two together: (or each on their own for that matter) be aware. They're fabulous, but they're unstoppable.
DAHLQVIST INVASION....
And so has my dad. Naaw, daddy Uffe does not feel like he's in control of the situation. And he does NOT like lol.
"Dad, PLEASE smile! You're visiting ME!"
(Daddy leans forward, whispering) "You don't understand the seriousness of the situation. All these Dahlqvist- women under the same roof, in such little space. It can never end well. This isn't a vacation, this is a very serious matter. And I'm already exhausted from keeping your mum and granny from buying everything at the entire airport tax- free."
Awww. Daddy.
Observations made so far:
1. Granny is still super- granny. Before I left her at her hotel she took some food from the kitchen and tried to squeeze it into my handbag. "Granny, not ok! It's not my food!" "Who caaares? Look, there are some eggs too! Should I get you a bag?"
2. Olle Dahlqvist is probably the most difficult man to share a bed with apart from the Jamaican I dated 4 years ago (who kicked me out of bed three times in his sleep). After having taken all of the duvet, squeezed me up against the wall three times and, well, ruling the double bed as if it were his kingdom I finally punched him and pulled his hair. Then he looks at me, surprised. "Oh, are you still here? I thought you got up earlier."
3. Emma Dahlqvist's ass is officially too big (as in too perky big after like 1000 squats per day) for her to successfully sleep on the airmattress. As soon as she moves her ass the mattress hits her head and almost turns over. Very very funny to watch hehe.
SOME MAVRA- LOVIN'
Mavra made me my "last supper" before I'm gonna be under Mummy Dahlqvist diet control for the next 1,5 months, aka she made pasta with cheese and butter hehe. And then we had some chicken drumsticks with that, like, eh, 5 each. CLASSY ;D It's gonna be weird being under the Mummy Dahlqvist food regime again, but I'll let you know how it goes.
During this evening I also learnt some worrying things (from some other people that also came around for some vodka and Mavra- lovin')
- There are still people who think that smoking won't really affect your lung capacity. And that it could sometimes be an advantage.
- There are still people who think that smoking is sexy.
Sorry biatches. Smoking will still kill you. And when you get bad skin and sucky lungs the rest of us will still look hot.
Especially if you're on Mummy Eva's diet- regime....
THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY?
Elin in Barcelona... Pretty cool huh? ;)
Also spotted possible future husband at the coffee shop. Unfortunately he got away.
E: What are you doing?
F: I'm trying to see if he's wearing a ring, but I can't see his hand from this angle.
E: Hm... I can't see from here either, it'd be too obvious if I tried.
F: Eh, what the hell they take them off sometimes anyway, you can never know for sure.
(Two Swedish- looking girls come into the coffee shop. We both mouth to each other that we should be more discreet since they might understand what we're saying. Discretion not being what we're best at.)
F: Oh, look at him. What if we're meant for each other?
E: Frida....
F: I think he might be looking at me. Or he's looking at the girl next to me, I'm not sure... Is she hotter than me, I can't see from here?
E: (Stressed and whispering) Shut uuuup!
F: What?? Why?? Oh nooo, my husband's leaving!!! COME BAAAAACK!
Oh. The girl next to me is one of the Swedish- looking girls. Who in fact turns out to BE Swedish. And about 50 cm away. And she can hear what I'm saying very well indeed.
WHY is it always me???
My partner in crime, and the one who got away in the background. Hehe. My stalker skills are awesome!
HOW CAN I NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR?
This explains where the student loan went.
BUSY DAY AND A SUPER- GRANNY
Very very busy day today. I have a viewing in my flat, I’m going to help Elin take some photos for a model agency, threaten the male bimbo estate agent at his office, make loads of phonecalls to all my electric/ gas/ internet/ water suppliers (since I’m moving out soon), start packing, print boarding cards and graduation tickets AND- most important of all- the whole Dahlqvist family arrives tonight. That’s right people, even granny’s on her way to board the flight. This should be a very interesting few days ahead…
You see, my granny is not like other grannys. For instance, once she said to me
"Frida, my darling, don't let these little bitches get to you. You have to stand up for yourself as a woman and kick their ass."
"GRANNY! You can't talk like that, that's rude!"
"Why, because I'm old??? I'm gonna tell you something, I'm not just ANY granny, I'M SUPERGRANNY!!!"
She is indeed haha
MY ESTATE AGENT BRINGS OUT MY BITCH AND CRAZY WOMAN FROM WITHIN
About a week ago I went into this estate agency and found a perfect flat for me and the girls. To add on to this joy, the estate agent was very very hot. So, before my eyes I saw a perfect autumn, with perfect flatmates and an estate agent with the perfect butt.
But, as so many men before him, he’s managed to disappoint me. He does in fact seem to be a male bimbo.
I have now ended up in a position where I’m practically STALKING my estate agent. Because he REFUSES to call me back.
Am I really supposed to have to go through all of this when the man gets PAID for calling me in his working capacity??? (In a completely non- prostitution way, of course.)
Seriously. I tell him that we want the flat. I tell him to call the landlord and ask when it’s available. Tell him to also ask routine questions such as x, y and z. And he says that he will call me back the morning after.
No call.
I call the office three times until I finally reach him. He’s very very sorry, the person who has the information he needs has left for the day and he will call me back tomorrow. So, by the end of the next day I call the office (since he hasn’t called me back) and it turns out that he’s off that day.
However, those of you who know me know that I will not take no for an answer. Thus, I stomp into his office the day after, stare at him angrily, makes a dramatic gesture. “Remember meeee?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I was off yesterday so I wasn’t able to call.”
“I know. I stalked you down.”
“You, eh, stalked me?”
“I mean, I called. I called you.”
“Oh. In fact, just give me 30 minutes to sort this out and call some people and I will give you a call. Let me write down your details again.”
I stare at him suspiciously.
“I promise, I WILL call you this time! In maximum 45 minutes.”
I turn around to leave. Turn back again, look at him and say “Just so you know, I will stalk you until we get this flat.”
“It’s fine Miss Dahlqvist, I’ll definitely sort this out for you!”
4 hours and no phonecall later, I feel like going into his office, jump up and down, wave my arms and scream like a baby. “Whyyyyy, whyyyyyyy won’t you just let me take the damn flat!!!! IT’S YOUR JOB TO LET IT TO ME!!! I’M OFFERING YOU MONEY FOR IT YOU MORON!!!”
But I’m not going resort to such behaviour. I’m going to stay calm.
A no is NOT an option.
This isn’t over.
WOULD YOU SLEEP WITH SOMEONE WHO LICKS YOUR FACE?
You know the lame pick- up lines that sometimes are a bit funny so you're like aaah ok, he tried, well done, I'll have a drink with him. Because after all, someone has to say SOMETHING so that you'll start talking. And lame can often be quite funny. However, S has found a way to go around all this. Recently, he saw a hot girl standing at the bar and he wasn't quite sure what to say, so instead he went straight up to her and.... licked her face.
Hm.
Ok, so this in itself is perhaps not so shocking (there are so many weird people out there, it takes quite a lot to really shock someone nowadays), BUT- two hours later he managed to get her home and into bed.
HOW??? HOOOOW????
His own theory is that, for the short second when the girl is shocked and not knowing whether she should slap him, laugh or run away, that's when he has his moment. So he can buy her a drink, and out of shock she will say yes. And then he will act normal, and out of confusion she will sleep with him. She will think that she manipulates him, but really, it's him who manipulates her into thinking that she is the one manipulating.
Hm.
Or, my theory is: our standards for men have finally sunk so low, that just someone doing SOMETHING is enough and puts him ahead of everybody else. It's like, finally, we're like "what the hell", that face- licker doesn't look to shabby after all.
Would you sleep with someone who licks your face?
Something tells me that Russel Brand could be a face- licker. But who knows?
I COULDN’T HAVE SAID IT BETTER MYSELF
Got a frustrated e- mail from one of my amazing friends today, and feel like I should share parts of it since, well, it’s hilarious and just SO true.
“1. Where are all the hot guys that are, you know, bad- ass but still just a liiiiittle bit nice? Is that too much to ask? Can’t a woman have both?
2. When you’re a sexy, well- dressed and smart woman at your best age- why is it so hard to get laid? I mean really, how much effort are you supposed to put in? Shouldn’t they [the men] be grateful?
3. Whoever wrote ‘It’s raining men’ surely cannot have done enough research about what’s really going on in the world.
4. Why don’t men share their penises more? I mean, didn’t God give it to them for a reason? I don’t think it’s fair that they just go around not sharing it! That’s just bullshit!”
I.LOVE.MY.FRIENDS.
So. What do you guys think?
Smith ALWAYS shares! (Oh, right. SATC is fiction. Damn it!)
ONE OF THE BEST THINGS ABOUT A MAN…
One of the best things about a man is the way he smells, never mind if it’s his actual perfume or just him as a man generally. The way his t- shirt smells, hair smells, pillow smells… Men of the world; never underestimate this power. Use it wisely.
DOES USING TEA TREE OIL MAKE YOU A MODERN MAN?
I got into a discussion about metrosexuality with this quite stubborn guy the other day.
“F, what do you think about metrosexuality?”
“Well, I think it’s great. First of all guys should be allowed to take better care of themselves, and secondly they should. Women spend loads of time, why shouldn’t you? Now that there are so many good products and everything. Everyone deserves to look good.”
“Wooooo, I wouldn’t go as far as using facial products though! That’s gay!”
“Honey, I’m from a country where the hockeyplayers make commercials for Nivea’s latest facial products for men. Facial products for men being gay is soooo last decade.”
“Well…. I have changed my soap for tea tree oil.”
“Mhm.”
“But that’s as far as I will go! I will not go any further! But I’m still a modern man!”
“Oh, no you’re not. You just don’t use soap.”
“Damn it.”
Seriously- men of the world, just relax. A facial now and then never hurt anybody. I would be proud if I had a man who knew how to take care of himself.
PLEASE MARRY ME!
WHAT IF…
You know when you walk past builders, construction workers, road workers etc. And they’re like “hey baby, oh yeeeeah come over here baby. Lookin’ goooood. Sexxyyyyy.” (you get the idea). I mean- what do they expect will happen? Do they think it’s actually going to work? Do they just not care about the response at all? Or- are they just trying to piss you off? Or do they think that one day, one girl is going to run up to one of them, throw herself in his arms and scream “OH, YOU BIG SEXY TIGER, TAKE ME, HERE AND NOW! I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABIES!”
I just don’t understand.
Has that ever happened by the way? Has any of you ever done that? Didn't think so...
I think it's so cruel that construction workers only look like this in films, and NEVER in reality. Why God, WHY?! It's the same thing with British firemen. Such an anticlimax every time. Uh.
WELCOME TO MY NEW BLOG
Wooh, I'm excited about finally having started up my blog again- this time in English and under a new name. After three years... Is it a coincidence that I took a break for the exact amount of time as my law degree lasted? Probably not. However, now I have time to DO things again! Which means that I can tell you all about it! (Are you excited or are you just thinking "uhhh nooouuuu" haha)
That's right people, once again I’m going to force- feed you details about my life. Stay tuned! ;)
