missfrifri

Last night's Cocktail Party at Dagny's was amaaaazing and sooo much fun. Vodka- Dagny: well done to you, the super- fab hostess ;) My Man has now also proven that his Mojitos ARE very dangerous indeed. The consequences are also rather severe...  After person X had fallen out of a bed (while lying down), and we were out of limes (for the third time or so (we'd never run out of Vodka since Dagny was in charge of that, and she never lets a gal down when it comes to drinks!) we decided that it was probably time to wrap things up.

Me and My Man decided that some sort of food intake was in order. Although there were X nr of KFC's, McDonald's and other food shops around eeeverywhere, we felt that Subway was the right thing for us (a Swede never says no to good meatballs). We decided to do it the easy way- walking 3 km (yes, I was in heels, and yes we checked online the day after to see how long it was) from Edgware Road/ Marble Arch down to Tottenham Court Road/ Holborn to get Subway. OMFG. Me being in a, eh, happy place after My Man's Mojito's, I was simply too tired/ happy/ angry/ confused to get the message across that "I WANNA TAKE THE F*CKING BUS!!!" (Although stopping every 10 metres, sobbing while laughing at how much my feet hurt, swearing in Swedish and trying to sit down on benches along the road would, for most people, have sufficed to convey that message.)

After we'd finally reached our final destination- Hackney- My Man simply couldn't take Miss FriFri's confused and slow pace any longer. So he simply decided to throw me over his shoulder (can you see Miss FriFri dangling, one shoe on foot, other shoe in hand, red handbag held and dangling down from other hand) and carry me home. Miss FriFri in worried tone: "Please don't drop me on my head, I really need to use my brain for my future career! And I'm too short and chubby to become a model!"
Ah, what a night. And oh, what a morning... =S

Oh- and the fat dress ended up being too big, just as it should be- thank God! Lol Instead I wore this one from Lipsy that my brother and sister got me as a graduation present. Aww I miss the Dahlqvists <3<3<3

...Is getting into your "fat" dress in the back of the other corner. Ah. The two extremes. However I believe that it's only because I now have curvier hips. Yes. That's definitely why. Plus I still need to security- pin it a bit in some places. I'll be fine. Plus, it's a nice dress! And I believe it deserves to be taken out for some air at Dagny's cocktail party tonight.

But before that..... Cleaning. And reading. I think I'm going to treat myself with some articles on the ban of religious symbols in schools, such as the veil. Should be some very interesting reading... FriFri gone wiiiild ;D

Ahhh what a difference some glam makes! After a day of indulgence MissFriFri is back on track.

Ise (the Spanish Flatmate) thinks my nails are too much. I think they're juuuust right. More is more, if you ask me ;)

After some (a lot of...) early morning studying I'm ready to meet the day: I'm going to Sean the Italian at EOS for a haircut at 11, Human Rights Law at 2, Manicure with Dagny in central at 4.30 followed by a bit of homespa in the evening. My Man is finally back from his holiday and is visiting this weekend, and although I'm back to law that will not stop me from having certain standards. This day is all about saving what can be saved, scrub what can be scrubbed, moisturise what can be moisturised and paint what can be painted. Well, you get the idea.

My plan is to go from this...

Lunch at Prezzo with my ladies Sissel, Dagny and Masa today! Sissel and Masa left for some more library time after about 1,5 hours (of which we probably discussed Eurovision song contest for about 30 minutes), but me and Dagny went into some sort of super- gossip mode, ordered desserts and did everything we could to avoid going back to reality aka textbooks and 60- page law articles. We also discussed which cheeses we like the best (we're both huge cheese- fans), possible dress- options for Friday and credit card limits, also known as The Horror (the world would be so much more fun without them).

To round my day off nicely, I waited for FIVE HOURS for the extra Law Teacher's class at 6pm (which I take voluntarily, although I don't have to, and although it doesn't count towards my final grade- you know, just to spice my life up. Make it more sparkly.) only to find a note on the door saying that it was cancelled. Thus had to make my way back home through London rush hour for nothing. Ooooh. Patience. Push throught he pain. Breathe in. Breathe out. Have a doughnut.

After a Saturday of very hardcore studying we all thought that it was time to do something about our life situation. I thought the solution would be a Swedish Absolut Vodka, and luckily so thought Ise, Fran, Mavra and Lena. When you're a student and short of time everything must be done efficiently. So we decided that vodka and Shoreditch would be the best bet. Why vodka is the best says itself. Shoreditch is close and a lot of places there are realtively cheap. Some of the highlights of the evening were...

* Talking to Mavra properly for the first time in ages <3
* I found an eyeshadow that I forgot I owned.
* In the early morning hours I told Mavra dirty details that might've permanently scarred her for life. But it was still worth it.
* At some point I thought that it'd be a good idea to put all my change in my bra since it'd be "safe." I was very happily surprised at 3.30 in the morning (since I'd already forgotten about my new invention). Fran (who was sleeping in the room next door) was probably also delighted by the sudden very loud noise of coins falling all over the floor.
* We all ate our burgers/ chips to quick and had to take some fresh air before we went on the bus. That's what happens when you're greedy.
* Do you all happen to remember one of my earlier blog posts from sometime in July about men who hit on women by licking their faces? Well. I can now confirm that this has happened to me. On my way to the ladies' room a guy licked my face- in fact, it was very similar to a dog. Since I heard about this phenomenon I've always wondered how I would react if it ever happened to me. Now I know. In fact, I turned around, made the guy excuse himself and then started saying things like (inspired from the reading I'd done during the day) "it's because of people like you that women are still objectified, this is a typical exampel of male domination! Do you understand that??? Do you???" And then finishing off nicely with "just so you know my boyfriend is 2 metres tall." Oh dear.
* Cuddling Ise on the bus back home.

I decided to go to the gym before my class at 9.30, woke up at 6 and realized how dark and rainy it was, thus concluded that definitely wouldn't happen. Cuddled with a few chapters on radical feminism due to lack of Man to cuddle with. Put my gym clothes on to class in order to FORCE myself to go to the gym after class. Had a sausage roll for breakfast. (New low point in MissFriFri's life...) Dragged my ass to the bus carrying my massive bright yellow backpack. Glamfactor: 0.

Got nauseous on the bus. Got stuck in traffic. Bus journey that's supposed to take 30 mins instead took 75. Had to walk the last bit and was 40 mins late for class. Had a successful meeting with my supervisor for my dissertation and an even more successful lunch with Sissel. (I had sausage and mash, variation is KEY.)

My gym- plan worked: I do find that the best way to get frustration out is to go crazy on the treadmill/ crosstrainer until you feel a bit dizzy. Which, if you're feeling about as fit as I felt today, should take about 3,5 minutes. During weight training I start planning a salad for dinner. Then I started having weird fantasies/ daydreams about cheese and avokado. And btw- what's the deal with UCL's gym having a little "women's section" with weights that's in a dark corner where there are no mirrors? I have a lot more muscle on my body that I wanna admire in the mirror than many of the little body builder wannabies. Thus I went over to the "Men's section" with my weights to take up space for them. Just to prove my point. Bitches. Men always think they're all that even when they're not.

Decided to go to Tesco for a little treat. Among other things I ended up buying four doughnuts and three different cheeses.

You probably see where this is going. Some days are just, you know, days when you need doughnuts and cheese.
Tonight it's just you and me, baby...

After a weekend of continuing life crisis, ridiculous amounts of laundry, feminist legal theory, cheesecake with Sissel, XFactor, buying a bra for Dagny and complaining to my mum for 1,5 hours I felt like it was time to get serious again. So this morning started with some studying in bed and a very long class of women's rights on, among other things, female genital mutilation. You can tell that it's still the beginning of term and that people are getting to know each other- everyone starts their sentences with "I completely see your point" or "I don't entirely disagree with you", but really you can tell that everyone just wants to say "BIATCH YOU'RE WROOOOONG!" It'll be very interesting to see how this class unfolds...

Also, I managed to upset an American guy when I said that there's always the possibility of splitting maternity leave 50/50 between the parents. He didn't think it was a good idea at all and looked really confused at the same time as he looked as if he was going to cry. Also, he said that something like that would be "impossible." However he didn't elaborate on WHY this would be so impossible. Quite entertaining, really. Since I know that it's not impossible at all.

Managed to drag my ass to the gym, then bought a cupcake immediately after so now I feel bad. Had lunch with Dagny, Sissel and Francesca at Prezzo. Spaghetti Carbonara makes any Monday better. Mm.

My Man's currently on holiday, so he keeps sending me up- dates about what it's like at the pool/ beach/ shopping street. I'm not bitter at all. (That's why I had to buy the cupcake in the first place. I feel sad about not being at the beach.)

My Friday got a good start with some cuddling up in bed with 2 feminist legal theory chapters about the power of law, a super- long e- mail from Steph with juicy gossip and a massive brunch at Wetherspoons with Pete, my Irish BFF. We sang Spice Girls songs together, drank hot chocolate and Guinness and laughed at our lives and attempts to success.

After an evening seminar about becoming a law teacher my first life crisis (in 2 months, they usually come quite regularly) kicked in. The lecturer asked us to write down three things that we liked about doing our law undergrad. And everyone (including myself) had serious issues with coming up with something at first. Because, to be completely honest, your law degree is something that you mostly associate with a time of your life that was like an orgie of tears, blood and pain. Anyone who says anything else is a liar.

Completely seriously though, I think it's a love- hate relationship for us all. Obviously more love, since we're still holding on to it for dear life. But what's the deal with everyone in the law world telling you, no matter what career you want to pursue after the LLB...
- You won't have a social life. (As if it matters, we gave that up 3,5 years ago.)
- You won't have time for your family.
- It's really expensive.
- It's difficult to get a job.
- If you don't get a job, you're stuck with all the debt.
- Hardly anyone gets through. If you get through, only 50% get a job.
- "Do you want to look like me? See how tired I am?"

Why cant people just shut up sometimes? We KNOW it's hard, but we're still here. Can you please say SOMETHING positive??? Oh dear.

So- on my way back home, caught in my life crisis thoughts, I bumped into Lena the German who was coming over to our place to watch Gossip Girl. Luckily she and Ise had a life crisis too. So we moaned together on the sofa ("where are our lives going??? Oh my God I feel so OOOOLLLLLLLD" (we're all 21- 22. Hm.)), and then we went and bought a shameful amount of chocolate, cookies and Pringles and teamed it up with an amazing cake that Fran and Ise had made earlier. Together with Gossip Girl the pain slowly went away.

After 3 hours of reading and 4 hours of seminars in a row a lunch break was in order. Me and the ladies enjoyed soups, salads and chocolate bombs while having a fiery discussion about maternity leave and feminism, followed by discussions about TopShops new floorplan and Deb's gorgeous shoes. You've gotta love a good girly lunch ;)

Ok. So I drag my ass out of bed at 5.40 to try and get a bit more reading done before class (since I have 200 pages left. Ahhh. Such fun times) and I start at 9. I'm then gonna have 4 hours of class in a row. So when I stumble in to Starbucks at 8 I'm already hungry (I forgot to have breakfast.... well done FriFri). And, I know I'm weird, but I felt like having a chicken panini. Ok? And yes, I know it's early. I know that's lunchfood.

Coffee- girl: "A panini?"
Me: "Yes. To eat in please."
CG: "But it's just 8, and there's chicken in it."
Me: "I know. I'm hungry."
CG: "Are you sure you want it toasted?"
Me: "Isn't that the point with paninis?"
Seriously. You should have seen the look she gave me. I got judged in Starbucks. Because I have chicken for breakfast.

I'd like to report that this morning I managed to both burn my porridge in the microwave and make it boil over. My lack of cooking skills has gone from being something amusing to an every- day issue, something that limits me when I'm trying to live my life.
Conclusion: I suck.

Today I was supposed to meet Pete, Steven and Meera for dinner and drinks. My tutor thought differently. My ass is thus parked indefinitely in Starbucks. It's now 4.30 and I have to read 150 pages for tomorrow. And I feel a headache emerging. Should be a blast. As the Phantom says in the Phantom of the opera; "down once more to the dungeons of my dark despair, down once more to the prison of my mind."
I'm so excited.

This man, also known as Anton and one of My Man's friends, is a physiotherapist and did quite the job on my poor excuse for a back this Sunday. Now I can hardly move, but it's in a good way! In fact, it's the first day in a couple of weeks that I can actually feel my shoulders. So, if you have a back that's worse than an 80- year old lady's (yep, those were his exact words when describing my situation), go to ANTON.

In the end the dog- race didn't happen, much because the Italians had brought too much alcohol that had to be consumed and there wouldn't have been enough time. Since I'm not the kind of person who says no to alcoholic beverages, I was in quite a good mood relatively early in the evening. Well in Peterborough town and in Edwards, I realized how much lower Peterborough prices are compared to London- prices. The number of cosmopolitans consumed and the end result was accordingly. After crawling up the stairs in a gracious and lady- like manner, heels in hand and My Man making sure I didn't knock anything over (including myself) or woke up The Parents, there was time for some much needed beauty- sleep. In other wordks, it was a proud FriFri moment (ehrm) and another good night out and about in Peterborough town.

Yesterday me and My Man went to Remo's place (one of the Italians). When the two of them got into their FIFA- game, luckily his Nana was there to save me. 30 minutes and a glass of Amaretto later we've decided that she's gonna save me from my complete- lack- of- cocking- skills- misery and teach me how to cook proper Italian food. Also she's gonna teach me how to sew curtains.

- My darling, Alessandro is really nice boy. But you know, get to know him before marriage. Then you can get a house. And if you get angry with him, you can stay here for the night, I have extra bed.

I so leave the Poli residence tipsy from Amaretto and enriched by Nana- tips about life, as Nana shouts after My Man
"You take good care of her Alessandro, or she'll leave you for Italian boy! I'm telling you! Take good care! Ok Ciao!

We then went to the park to play with Callum and Millie, Alessandro's gorgeous nephew and niece. Or well, in the end we were pretty much the ones playing while they were watching. But I guess that's what happens when you're a big baby on the inside hehe

It' My Man's birthday, and I get amazed by the lenghts a gal will go to for her man. We're going to some sort of greyhound racing. Yeah. I know. Don't say anything.

Plus- what do you wear for these things anyway?

Although I myself have more, eh, nuanced feminist views, I have to admit that MacKinnon's ideas are... interesting. Ideas such as all sex being rape and that the penis divides the woman from within, both physically and emotionally during sex, are entertaining. Welcome back into my life, MacKinnon! You've gotta love a bit of man- hate.

Oh. I hope  that next time I'm booking train tickets to go to Peterborough My Man will say
"You don't need tickets. I'm Alex McCutcheon."

Oh.oh.oh.

 

 

 

 

It's the morning after hitting the vodka hard. And I now have to somehow interact with My Man's parents in a way that doesn't make them think that I have been hitting the vodka hard. Oh nej. Not such a good plan after all, Frifri.

Ended up at some sort of Lads Night with My Man and his friends (all Italian, of course). There were also two 16- year old girls there who were drunk at 8.30 and were arguing about who was the skinniest. (I still don't really know how they ended up at this place, from what I understood it was some guy called Ron Weasley who brought them but then no one really seemed to know how he got there either.) This combined with the evening being filled with pool and FIFA made me realize that the only way to survive was to take a couple of shots and then hit the vodka- and hit it hard. Which turned out to be a good plan- the evening was loooots of fun and in the end we ended up going into Peterborough town and some place called Edwards.

Conclusion: Italians are awesome. And so is vodka.

I'm still in Peterborough and am going out with My Man to meet his friends in a while. But before we leave his friend is over so that they can play some FIFA together. Basically the male version of cocktails. Or something.

- Frida, eh, are you gonna move over to the desk soon?
- Why?
- Well, Anton's coming. And we're gonna play FIFA so we're gonna need the bed.
- What do you mean, it's a King size? Can't I still sit here?
- Well, I guess... but we're gonna go into FIFA mode, you know... we're gonna need space...

OMFG. What's the deal with FIFA anyway? My Man's been playing it for an hour already, screaming, waving and making inappropriate gestures. The good thing is that I don't really need to interact, as long as I say "You're the Man", "you're such a LAD" or "wow, that's really impressive" he won't even notice that I'm not even in the same room. Oh dear. Boys with toys.

Oh, and by the way. Apparently I know watch Formula 1 on Sundays. So my style, ja?

Ok. So now My Man's told me that we might go to a pool party this weekend. In absolute fear (since I haven't been going to the gym properly for about 2,5 weeks) a super- hormonal FriFri high on paracetamol and ibuprofen (it's that time of the month, so to speak) dragged herself out to the park to run/ jog/ crawl around for about 45 minutes. When doing abs afterwards in the living room I then hear Ise the flatmate shouting "Fri, what are you doing you COW?? If you're trying to shape up for a possible pool party then it's already too late dude!"

So. Now. What outfits do you bring for a weekend in Peterborough when your Man can't give you any straight answers to what exactly you'll be doing? I'm very struggs. And I sort of wanna kill myself.

I've now learnt that the best way to cure a bad headache is an invite from DD to come for lunch in her flat. Combined with Dagny visiting, chocolate cupcakes and wine that's really too sweet to go with the food (but oh so good) the afternoon was complete.

OMFG. I’d completely forgotten how absolutely traumatic this is. I was literally stuck between one man’s armpit (smelly), a woman’s boobs and another man’s butt on the tube for 35 minutes. Before that I was waiting for the bus for 15 minutes since none of them felt like stopping. Apparently they had better things to do, plans which didn’t involve me. FML.

Had a fabulous shopping trip with Ise and Debs. Was in physical pain over the fact that I couldn't actually buy anything since there's about £30 on my account. Found a HOT red dress. Convinced myself (with some help from DD- she's very persuasive, although I guess that in this context I'm not that hard to convince) that I could buy it with my credit card and then return it. Sneaked the bag into the back of my wardrobe. It's still there. And I know I won't have the heart to return it. It's too painful.

Met Debs, still a QM lady, and Sissel (kexet) now a SOAS lady for some tea and university (and general) gossip in Sissel's new flat. Since S lives at Russell Square (I'm a tiiiiiny bit jealous) something tells me that this will be a frequent meeting point from now on.

First day of my LLM, I’m très excited ;) I have no idea what my first day’s gonna be like since the information that I’m supposed to have received hasn’t reached me (or Dagny, or Yarin). But there’s some sort of rumor that we’re supposed to be in at 9.15, so I guess I should just go with that. Am off to meet Dagny for a quick morning coffee and mental preparation, convincing each other that we're not out of our mind who decide to punish ourselves physically and mentally by doing a LLM. Bring it! ;D

This weekend my Man's been in London, so basically the past couple of days have been filled with KFC, lemon cheesecake, smoothies, amazing italian food, London walks around Tower Bridge and boat trips on the Thames. Basically a life of food- sin and decadence. I like. And also, I need to sign up for the gym. NOW.

Since all the ERASMUS people are now officially back in town, we all went for a really nice dinner at Texas Embassy at Trafalgar Square (recommended by Vodka Dagny- she who knows all the good places to be ;)). One main consisted of two burritos, one wrap (beef) and one taco shell with- beef. Enough meat even for me... 24 hrs later I still feel full even though I just ate half of it, that’s value for money baby! You’ve gotta like a challenge.

Deborah And Sissel Aka Debs/ Double D and Kexet

Me and Ise the flatmate aka Senorita

Dagny and Victoria

Ioanna and Lena