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Mummy Eva doesn't read my blog. So I'm just wondering- who of you guys told her that I'd eaten the Quality Street box that I was supposed to take home for Christmas? I asked her who the leak was, but she just gave me one of her badass smiles and said "I'm Mummy Eva. I see everything, I know everything."

Mummy Eva can be scary but is also fabulous in so many ways. She advised me to make myself a big cup of tea, some nice food and try to imagine  that I'm in my "fabulous zone" even though really I'm just studying in my bed. She also said that I should use my hot pink sheets and go into a mindset where I feel smart and awesome. I'm gonna do that. Right now.

Today I spent 1,5 hr getting to university (again). Because there was 1 cm snow and English people STILL don't know how to deal with it. When I got there my class was cancelled. I nearly cried. So I went to photocopy lots of articles instead. The books that I needed were on loan. I nearly cried again. AND- since I was gonna go to the gym today I was already wearing my gym clothes (it's too heavy to carry everything otherwise), which lowered my fabulous- factor factor severely. Basically, I felt like this:

I very rarely get homesick, but in the past few days I've definitely been struggling. I'm finally deciding to just give in to some Sweden- love so am watching Swedish TV while eating way too much chocolate... Today I did one of the worst things that I can do: I forgot my lunch in the fridge. When I don't eat enough I go completely insane and cranky. Unfortunately I'm also rather stubborn. So since I had decided not to buy lunch today and I had also decided to go to the gym, I survived on smoothie, 2 satsumas and a banana until 5 even though I got up at 6. Which then led to panic- eating of almost 200g dark chocolate (people who say that that's healthier- not true if you eat ridiculous amounts of it), crisps and a very big dinner. Oh well, at least I had a good workout. And a gal needs her curves, at least that's what I think.

I think I might have to go for an IKEA trip too for some Swedish food. I think that's the only way that I'm going to survive December.

There's another tube strike today. I can't really say that I'm jumping up and down with joy. Me and my morning smoothie are leaving 2,5 hrs before class to make sure that I get there on time. A flight to Sweden is 1 hr and 45 mins. Sounds reasonable.

I have to be honest, after having worked hard for a week it's pretty awesome to have a Man who cooks for you and makes sticky toffee pudding (I had no idea how good that is! Those of you who haven't tried it, don't- it's like the gateway to fatville) in the weekend. Since My Man has proven his cooking skills on several different occasions, I felt like I had to show that I'm not completely incapable. So even though he begged me not to I actually cooked something for him on Friday (flying Jacob, do you know what it is? I'm sure you do: bacon, chicken, bananas, salted peanuts and cream made in the oven and then served with rice) and he actually ate it! And said that he liked it too. It's now Sunday night and I'm still proud.

Iiiiiiih guess who's in Ldn visiting?? =D My Linnea- darling! After dinner and some wine yesterday with some SERIOUS catch- up I actually have a bit throat since we both talk so much and so fast... <3<3<3 I definitely needed some Linnea lovin', in fact I think that everyone should have an own Linnea.


Alexander who she's staying with joined in later on for some drinks- so much fun since I haven't seen him since we finished International Baccalaureate. (Gaah, is it really 4,5 years ago now? CRAZY!) He's doing his phd in psychology now, how cool is that?? AND- he now has short hair and not shoulder- length like he used to. And he didn't wear a poncho either! Felt very difficult to get used to.


After discussing psychology, gender- issues and how many years it would take until men can actually give birth (Alexander informed us about something that I didn't know before, that apparently from a medical perspective men can now be seen to carry a child through a pregnancy just as well as a woman- the only problem is how to get the child out in a safe manner... this could turn VERY intersting, will there be preggers men walking around soon?) we also bitched about how Stockholm brats seem to lately have invaded the previously safe London. They come in groups, have the same clothes, the same hairstyles and the same haircolours. And they all think that they're IT. (It's so funny when they realize two weeks after that they definitely aren't it and that nobody cares. Ah. I love that moment so much. Oh, you know as Dr Cox in Scrubs says, something like "I love this moment so much I wanna have sex with this moment so that we can have little baby moments together.") Honestly though, is it just us or have you guys noticed too? They're EVERYWHERE! And it's not the good kind of Stockholmers! (They exist too, of course.)

... please make all my friends fat. (I got this mug from my sister for Christmas last year, I loooove it ;D)

Is it just me, or is there someone else who's struggling here?

Ok, this is the deal. When you have to study this much, it means that you have to sit on your ass quite a lot. And I imagine that this makes my ass go flat. Which nobody wants. Also, before exams last spring I came to a point where (to my study buddies Ellen, Dagny, Adamos and Marcus' amusement) started to get so much pain in my butt from sitting down that I had to 1. sleep on my stomach for a week 2. bring an "ass- pillow" to the library to sit on to be able to sit at all 3. take little walks around the QM campus every 45 minutes to get some kind of blood circulation going.

I don't want this to happen again. Therefore, I have a plan. I'm thinking that if I can add on some more muscle to my fabulous behind, make it a bit more.... meaty, perhaps that could prevent the law- ass syndrome (a flat butt) and me having to use an ass pillow once again.

In other words I've gone into some sort of squats- obsession. Wide squats, narrow squats, any kind of squats that I can think of. In May, I'll let you know if it worked.

Look what was waiting for me at the kitchen counter when I came home from Peterborough yesterday! :D An invite to Deborah's birthday party "Death by Chocolate", sounds just like the kind of party that I'd love... ;) Apparently my character is Dame Barbara Carthorse. You are the most celebrated beauty in England,a s well as being a hugely popular romantic novelist. Costume suggestion: A very grand evening dress, complete with spectacular jewellery and a tiara. Nothing should be understated. Guess who's excited? ;) haha


I've spent my morning panic reaeding for my women's rights class at 11, which means that my head is spinning and I don't understand anything. After meeting Sissel for coffee and taking a little trip to the gym (as you can see I'm already in my gym outfit so that I'll FORCE myself to go after class), this afternoon I will attempt to cook something. Stay tuned, that could turn very interesting. Granny is alredy worried. (I called her and asked for a recipie and she seemed to have the same amount of faith in me as she would've had if I had said that I was gonna become an astronaut.)

Have a great day my lovelies!

Seriously, could it get any more stereotyped than this? Just asking....

Oh, and by the way- the little sexy disco- hot pants are for a 3- year old girl. I'm Swedish and not even I approve of that!

If I ever get a daughter, from the moment she's born she's gonna wear a cool jumpsuit saying something along the lines of "I'm your future PM, biatch!" rather than some fairy/ ballet dancer crap. Eeeek. (For the Swedes: PM= Prime Minister.)

All pictures below from PRIMARK's children's collection...

Please accept MissFriFri’s apologies for not having blogged for a week. I was going to somewhere in between eating the 2 kg Quality Street box of chocolate, laying on my floor reading human rights articles and attempting runs (read: rolls) in the park but simply found it too overwhelming. It’s just November and the LLM is seriously getting to me already!

So this is the past week in a few sentences….

·         Me and My Man went to visit Stamford on Sunday, ate fish and chips and, as I expressed it, “strolled around in the cute little village and looked at all the cute little shops.” My Man kept correcting and reminding me that Stamford is a TOWN, not a village. I guess that four and a half years of Oxford Street madness changes your perspective on things.

·         On Monday I had my neurotic day of the week. (You’ve probably noticed by now that I always have AT LEAST one of those.) I was suddenly overcome with LLM- fear, stared at my laptop for 3 hours and then ate half a box of Quality Street chocolate in my bed, fell asleep and woke up in a pile of wrappers. A very classy moment for MissFriFri.

·         Tuesday: we discussed domestic violence in class. One of the few guys on our gender course wanted to become friends with me since I “don’t seem like a crazy man- hater” and since he doesn’t feel like I “hate him.” Aww isn’t that sweet! I went to the gym and managed to push through 45 minutes of crosstraining through sheer willpower. Felt faint afterwards. Ate more quality street chocolate. Had a very productive study- evening.

·         Wednesday: the challenge. In the middle of a week where I’ve mostly felt like hiding under the covers for the winter, sleep through it and come back with new powers in the spring, I had promised Misha to write an article for the QM and King’s student journal about why it’s a good idea- and fun- to do a LLM. Managed to power through when Misha said that I look like a future CEO in my graduation picture. Went for a manicure to cheer myself up, French manicure nails have now changed into dark purple nails (according to My Man they’re goth- nails, according to me they’re stylish nails.)

·         Thursday: hello Peterborough! Had a really nice meal at an Indian restaurant on Thursday evening with My Man, Bianca and Remo (I think it was called something like the Bombay Brasserie..?) Very good food- but it took two hours before we got it. Nearly fainted. We discussed XFactor and whether Remo should be in a reality show. (I would definitely watch a reality show like that!)

I have now spent the entire Friday in Starbucks working HARD to get some ideas for my dissertation and have actually gotten somewhere. By the way, the Peterborough Starbucks is probably the best one that I have been to so far- they started giving me free lattes because they thought I was working so hard! Being a geek is FINALLY paying off. Yessssss!

Me and My Man practically fell like our brains are striking after a Friday of hard work, so are having some pizza in bed while watching Scrubs. Perhaps not the most glamorous option, but extremely necessary. Hello cheese!

You know how I said less bacon and more fruit? Do you think that raspberry jam on toasted croissents counts as fruit? No? Why can't I ever just CONTROL MYSELF??

Here are some pictures from Gillian's (My Man's sister) surprise birthday party yesterday, an evening filled with Kylie Minogue and cider. Me, My Man, Sabrina, Addy, Sophie and Arno were the cool kids in the corner, eating all the food and snacks. Speaking of which, I'm now off to the gym with My Man to get rid of the croissent.(s...)

I'm spending the day at Starbucks doing some hardcore studying while My Man is at work. Popped into HM in my lunchbreak to let my brain relax for a moment. Usually that's something that's extremely dangerous for me, since if I'm stressing and have read I tend to buy more things. For instance, last time I was here I went into HM to buy a pair of black tights. I left the shop with a new blouse, a new jacket, a new ring and a bracelet. And no tights. So this time I made sure I didn't have any money on my card before I went in, looked away from the animal print jumpsuit that was calling my name and managed to get out just with a new pair of earrings. I'm getting better!

Today's Dilemma: it's My Man's sister's birthday and all my outfit options do show quite a bit of boob. How much boob is too much boob when you're at a gathering where there are BOTH parents, friends, possibly children and Man? How would you compromise? I very rarely compromise Boob. (I generally say that more is more.) But this time even I feel rather unsure.



Question: Did my accent get worse? Three people have asked me if I'm American today, in a row and within 15 mins. That's a record even for me. Usually there's at least someone who thinks that I might be Irish or South African. Or Polish.

Miss FriFri has arrived in Peterborough! =) Mrs M is so sweet, I think she was too scared to go into our room so she left cookies outside on the stairs... Just like when you were little, except now there's coffee instead of lemonade =D I think she got worried after she asked My Man if we were going out tonight or staying in watching TV and Mr M laughed in the kitchen, muttering "of course they're gonna 'watch TV', they haven't seen each other for two weeks." Aww poor Mrs M didn't look happy haha

Good moooorning my darlings!! I was gonnqa be superwoman today and get up super- early to get work done in the morning before I have to leave for my train. Didn't go so well. Was woken up by My Man's wake- up call at 7.10 though so at least I got some stuff done.

You see, I got distracted yesterday by my neurotic side when I tried on a dress that I haven't worn since September and felt like it was tighter now than before. After rocking back and forth in agony, calling my sister and brother to show them my belly in profile on web cam asking if I gained weight and finally calling mum to ask her whether she thought I might be allergic to milk products (she showed no mercy and simply said no, you probably just eat more since you're studying again), I decided to hide the rest of the Swedish sweets for now and welcome morning runs/ power- walks back into my life. And of course, the famous morning smoothie (my brother's recipie). I went to body pump on Monday for the first time in months and could hardly walk on Tuesday or Wednesday, I literally had to swing myself onto the bus and sort of slide down the stairs in the law faculty rather than walk while moaning from the pain. (You know when your legs hurt so much that it almost feels like they got shorter?) Anyway, I think my thighs are yet again ready for a light run. No squats today though or somebody's gonna have to come and rescue me from the park.

The rain is pouring down miserably and it's windy. But weather conditions will never come between MissFriFri and fabulousness.

The Scandi team is finally complete again now that Dagny has returned from her Finland trip. (Yes, I know it was just something like 5 days but it felt like forever! =P) And she brought GIFTS! Swedish/ Danish sweets and chocolate. Seriously made my day =D I think we set a bit of a record since we were in Starbucks for FOUR hours eating said sweets and talking about everything and everyone. If anyone around us understood Swedish they must've had the time of their lives considering our conversation topics...



I then half ran home from my late class to watch Gossip Girl with flatmates Ise and Fran.  I don't wanna ruin anything for people who haven't seen the episode, but let's just say that Ise and I screamed out loud several times. Will not reveal if it was out of happiness, shock, frustration or disgust. Or all of them. OMG. Chuck and Blair. I love you so much. Why aren't you real? (And yes, I know that's a sad thing to say. But I don't care.)

The first thing Mummy Eva did when she arrived was to give me her two gifts: a bag of Swedish pick and mix sweets and a scale from Maxi Ica Stormarknad. Then she gave me "the look." (She always does that, a look from head to toe to investigate possible weight gain.) After that was done she concluded that she was going to re- organize my room. The fact that I was very sceptical didn't really make a difference.

The next day (and all days she was here) Mummy Eva woke up at 6.45. Since I refused to get up earlier than 8 she told me that I could sleep and she'd keep herself busy. And if she did. I woke up at 7.45 from her telling me to get out of bed so that she could move it to the other side of the room. In this short hour, Mummy Eva had managed to empty my wardrobe, my clothes rack and my bookself. She'd moved everything into the living room and completely re- arranged my room. Although I was in a little bit of a shock, I had to admit it looked a lot better. She then went on to re- organize my drawers.

The weekend mostly consisted of shopping, and mainly for my brother who'd been very specific in what boots, jackets and sweaters that he wanted. Since me and Mummy Eva are both very fond of the Art of Shopping we managed to justify her buying three pairs of ankle boots (for instance, two of them were in different shades of brown). Unfortunately my dad was not at all impressed with my arguments.

This Wednesday's girl- lunch was Thai food at Basamba (I think that's what it was called..?) And wooo we finally got to meet Debs' little sister Milena who's in Ldn for the weekend. She's as fab as a new issue of Vogue and as sweet as a lollipop ;) I'm still bitter I couldn't come with them on their Primark trip uhhh

Aida also joined the girls' lunch, a busy super- woman who's in my gender, children and women's rights classes. Whenever I feel stressed I know that she's probably quadruple- booked, which makes me feel better. And lazy.

Me and My Man made up for yesterday's lost times by going to Westfields for some shopping. Well, really I was gonna do window shopping and we were gonna shop for My Man, but instead I ended up getting a leather jacket (Primark bargain!! I'll show you later on here ;)), three headbands, beaded hairpins, a bracelet, five different types of tights and some other little things that I got since "I'm not supposed to shop." Well. It happens you know. When you see a good headband you've just got to have it ;) Or three...

Me and My Man were gonna go for London adventures this Saturday. That certainly did NOT happen due to Friday's adventures. Instead we slept in, had brunch, slept in some more and then went for dinner at a really nice Vietnamese restaurant Viet Ho in Hoxton/ Shoreditch. We got a bit too hungry and I forgot to take a picture at first so the food mostly looks like a brown mess at this stage hehe... But there was, initially, some fab satay chicken, beef and (massive!) prawns going on here. Very nice! =)

We then went home, ate a tub of ice cream and fell asleep at 10.30. Ahh. Crazy couple.