The joy of Christmas!

It was a long time since I wrote something here. Anyway, it has been Christmas and tomorrow it's New Year's Eve. On Christmas' Eve Sandra, Rob and Dan came, so we were seven people eating "Julmat" (Christmas Food in Swedish) and it was fun. Me and Kristina bought a Christmas tree (in plastic) when we were to Ikea and we have put alot of nice stuff in it. Rest of the weekend we had some lazy days, and it was nice just to relax and so.

Tomorrow it's New Year's Eve and we are planning to have a "Nyårsmys" (which is abit hard to translate) at Dan's place. I hope it will be nice!

About a dream

Hello. As most people know I have moved away from the safe haven that is 22 Vicar St but I thought I could make a little guest appearance - I am, after all, an utlandskorre*.

In August I left Cork and Ireland to move back to Sweden, but instead of going back to being the wicked witch of the north I ended up as a student in Gothenburg. It's all fun and games being in med school, until they tell you that you need to know every little part of the human body, in Latin. Anyway, I believe I kicked some anatomy butt and now, since I don't have any courses going on at the moment, I am trying my luck as an unemployed - at least until Monday when I will be going postal (stupid pun intended).

I live with a good friend of mine in an apartment about 5 minutes away from school and it is surrounded by loads of great take out places – those places are now getting the greater part of my study grant. Every now and again I go to Lund and visit that girlfriend of mine who I still adore – one of the few things that haven’t changed since I got back to Sweden (and it seems like it will stay the same for the foreseeable future).

What else do I do with my time? Well, I have bought myself a gym card and started going on aerobics classes. I am convinced that if all the aerobics instructors of the world ganged up they could take over, because you get a strange kind of zombie feeling when all you do is exactly what the person in front of you tells you – you stop thinking rather quickly (might be a kind of defence mechanism, because you look really silly doing that stuff). Another thing I am doing is dancing a Swedish dance called bugg where you get to do loads of fun stuff, such as lift the lady, throw the lady and the whirl wind. You get very dizzy at times.

But…You want to know the real reason why I decided to write this post? It’s because last night I had a dream about Ireland and all the people there. I really miss you all. I hope that if I work really hard I might earn enough money to at least be able to visit soon. Seriously, sometimes I really wish I hadn’t moved away from you all.

Loads of love from your very own squirrel.

* Roughly translates to either a foreign squirrel or a foreign correspondent.

place called home

Just three weeks after getting back from Sweden I have to go back there again for a funeral. It feels strange. Going to a funeral feels strange, because I've only been to two. Going to Sweden feels strange since I just came home, and my long vacation was my first trip back since I got here, almost a year ago. Leaving Cork feels strange since I have a new found love for the place since I came back.

Iv'e started playing world of warcraft, and Olof will take up playing again as soon as he buys a new pc, so soon we are going to be a happy little nerd family.

Otherwise not much is going on at Vicarstreet. We're all working and chillin' and eating good food and bein' lazy.

Things you realize about Ireland while youre away

• How nice everybody is. People smile and call you "love".
• No water preassure.
• Hot in cold water in different taps.
• Hot water available only when heating is on.
• Public bathrooms are constructed so that you can't enter them. It's strange. The door opens inwards and there's no room to both stand in there and close the door.

I have not forgotten about the traffic though. It's absolutely insane and anarchistic. Lovely.

After five weeks in Sweden I am now back in business. Things have changed on Vicar but I'm so happy to be back home. Home.

Sara has moved out, Olof is renting Sara's old room but living with Maria in her room. I am back in by big, big bed and my room is a mess. Tonight we're going out with the team.

seven

For a while we where seven people in the house. Olof has moved in, my friend Maia was visiting, and so was Amalie and Jojo.

It was kinda awesome. Maia left yesterday and Jojo leaves today, Amalie friday. Maria leaves friday too, for her holiday in Sweden. And Sara's sister comes here. And then Sara leaves, next week, for good, and before Maria comes back, the day before even, I go to Sweden for my holiday.

Olof and Maria are going to be alone in the house then. What a difference. And then, when I come back, it's going to be autumn and everything will be different... I think.

The joy of The Netherlands

Oh my god, we are the worst bloggers ever...

I have been in the Netherlands to meet some wow-friends this weekend. We were five girls who have played together and raided in the same raidgroup. I'm actually not in the raidgroup since I don't play anyway, but was invited anyway. But the other girls are still playing together... After this weekend I'm very tempted to start playing again though, meeting the girls and talking alot about the game made me miss it. I borrowed a laptop yesterday and did some dailies and also checked the new badges gear. (Well, I guess most people don't play the game and therefore don't really know what I'm talking about, but I don't care, hehe.) I need more than 400 badges (actually probably around 500) to get good gear so I can raid again in case I decide to start play, and at the moment I have 118, which is alot less than 400, hehe. But we'll see, I have not made up my mind yet and maybe the feeling of temptation will disappear.

Enough about wow, we went to Amsterdam one day, walked around and looked in shops and so on. I also had time to visit Ikea and bought some stuff that I have been missing here in Ireland. And H&M! I bought three t-shirts, all of them in black, but quite different from eachother. We went out for dinner on Saturday, it was really good food, and a great wine. Then we went home to Saph where we stayed and drank more wine. I will get some photos up on Pixbox as soon as possible, they are all in my camera. It was a great weekend, and very fun to meet them!

When I came back to Cork it was rainy and a grey sky, not so surprising. I'm longing for sun and blue sky. It is 24 working days (including today) until I'm going to Sweden. And then the summer is over (at least in my view as a person who grew up in northern Sweden) and the autumn is here. Things will change then...

Can you feel it?!?

Alright! After a quick nap I am now back on track. Or, after a quick nap, lots of pizza and some icecream. And some Jackson 5. Anyways!

Since Sweden was extremely crushed by Russia we have all been feeling extremely low, sad... rootless. That's why we haven't been updating lately.

But now! It's better! Happiness!

Sara is back, and she has really landed, she's a part of our lives again. And so is Olof, by now. He made copys of our keys even. And when Sara moves back to Sweden he's going to take her room. Wich is... wierd, in ways, but nice as well. Lots of fun. I'm sad that Sara's leaving but happy that Olof is moving in.

Last night Jojo arrived, with gifts! Candy and fishy things for me and I like her now. Fiiiish. And tomorrow (on Dave's birthday!) Amalie is arriving!!! It's great! We all miss her so.

Work is a bit tough, lots of calls and not very nice ones. We're all feeling a bit stressed out and tired over that.

But hey... Six people living on 22 Vicar for a couple of days. How about that, huh? Then Olof (who doesn't really live here but spends most nights) goes home to Sweden for his vacation. (Home? I didn't mean home. Cork is home. Sweden is gestapocountry.)

Well, all in all, life is pretty good.

You Can't Always Get What You Want

Damn Spain!!!

Ok, so we lost, but that is not a reason to be down. Instead Danne made the bar owner play "När vi gräver guld i USA" and we all sang "who's the man? ZLATAN!!!". We certainly are gracious losers.

Now Danne is making dinner and later we are all going out to show off the gorgeous flags we have painted on out cheeks (:

Btw, I haven't really been a good blogger the last couple of weeks and I'll make sure you are all up to date in a couple of days. But now, drinks!

Story like!?!?

We do not write enough nowadays! Stuff has been going on around here like you wouldnt beleive it. Sara has been gone for six weeks, and instead we had Viola living here, and then Johan as well, in the living room. And Olof a whole lot in Marias room... And every now and then... other guests. Viola and Johan became good friends and decided they wanted to keep living together, and they do, right around the corner! (Across the street from Tom Barrys... Makes me kinda want to call them and tell them to come down for one... But I'm way to tired.)

Also I forgot to do all the important stuff I was gonna do today. I ate pizza... And then my brain turned off. Anyways!

They moved out just a few days ago and Sara is back inna da house! Work is really different, Nicolai (commonly reffered to as "Pornboy") moved back to Denmark, Viola and Johan are there, Sara left and came back, Liz was moved and Marta sits over with us instead... The mood is high at work, especially after Sweden won their first game! Keep this up and we will all be hysterical all the time. I'm helping Björn from socs out with routercalls... That he's helping us with. (He knows danish. We have no danish agent.)

And even higher since we got monopoly on our computers! Thank you norwegian nerd! Now we can't focus at all... And we hate eachother intensely. So much funsies.

Pretty soon we will be even more people in here, Amalie, our most beloved Danish girl comes here in just a couple of weeks! And Jojo, Sara's sweetheart asian babe, is going to live for a couple of weeks in 22 Vicar as well! Popular house this... Our list of telephone numbers to familymembers that we have on the fridge in case of emergency is just gonna keep growing I guess... I like it.

Now it's pretty late and I'm doing some dishes, after that it's either straight to bed or maybe some Angel and ice cream... We'll see what Maria says.

xoxoxo
/Yours truly

The joy of being Swedish!

I'm not a football-fan... Well, actually, I think it's rather boring. I have never really watched any games. But, yesterday I did, I watched Sweden - Greece and Sweden won! All of us Swedish people went to Skybar, a pub here in Cork, to watch the game on big screen. Although the field seemed too small and too slippery, at least for the Swedish players, it was nice to watch it! I even wore a blue top over a yellow one, I felt so Swedish!

Today we are all talking about it at work. Carin even brought cupcakes and small Swedish flags with her! So we are happy, and even me, who don't really like football, can feel it. Yay, go Sweden!

The joy of motorcycle and roadtrips

Last Saturday and the Saturday the week before, me and Olof went on roadtrips. First time was to Killarney and some other place south of Killarney, it was very nice and sometimes very nice weather with sun. Sometimes it was raining, which of course wasn't very nice... We stopped for dinner at a small pub in a small town (or rather a village). Both of us were wet and cold and suddenly it was very tempting to spend the night at a B&B, although we decided to go home anyway. I dried my trousers in bathroom and my mittens at the pub, where I found a hand drier. Perfect timing!

This Saturday we went to Limerick. I had requested a shopping trip, and I got that. We went to Crescent Link just outside Limerick and spent time at H&M, Next, Penneys and loads of other store. I bought some t-shirts, shoes and a bedlinen set. It was fun and Olof received a bunch of boyfriend-points for taking me there and actually have patience enough.

Motorcycle is fun, I'm getting more and more used to it. I think and hope it will happen again, especially since it is "Maria and Olof discovering Ireland, part one and two of many." (Internal joke mostly, but you can be a part of it anyway.)

Wide awake

Our neighbours dropped by on saturday to invite us to a party. A party on sunday evening. Around eleven or twelve. I said thanks, and that it was really nice of them, but we were all working monday so probably not. They said it would just be a small get-together. I believed them. I thought that of course they would keep the volume down, knowing that we and probably everyone else within earshot would be working monday.

Sweet lord of cookies. It was insane. It just went on and on and on and when you started seriously considering human offerings just to make them at least stop playing metal they switched to techno. Not the good kind either. And they had base. Good god, they had base. And they had fights outside our window, in the street, scaring Johan who sleeps on the ground floor shitless. Throwing bottles and screaming in french. Bad, bad words. And they were shouting on the backside, and they made sounds that made me think that they where tearing down the wall between the houses. There was singing. They all sang. All of them. In french. Loud french. Continiuosly, for about an hour, without pause. Eventually the "song" descended into just a sound, like a choir of demons, no melody, no words. They clapped every now and then. And they just kept screaming. It was inhuman. Inhuman.

They kept it up untill seven in the morning. Then, as we gave up and said fine, you won, you spawn of evil - then they just stopped. Silence. We went to work, the entire swedish line, sleep deprived to madness. Bad, bad monday.

Everyday life

Or not.

A lot has been going on, I've been in a kinda shitty mood, mostly due to stress over how much is going on. I've also been very happy to see two really close friends arrive to stay.

Mom and Robin has been here, which was great, but now I just feel like everything that has happened in the latest few weeks has punched me in the gut and I wish that I could skip town for a couple of days.

Last night revived my spirits a bit, me, Maria and Johan had a swedish date with swedish meatballs (tofu for Johan), potatoes, brown sauce (the swedish kind) and lingonsylt. Then Viola came home and we ate cake of doom and had a glass of wine while watching Buffy and Angel.

Sometimes it is Hard to Let Go

I have just set up a wireless router. There were blood, sweat, tears and loads of cursing but after an hour of hard work I finally got to jump up on the desk to do my little victory dance - I defeated the router! Mwahahaha! *crazy laughter*

Some people might think that I have a bit of a problem letting go of work. Those people are completely right.

The joy of the last week

It's lovely to hear about Sara's adventures in Sweden, especially since they include my hometown aswell. The description as "The place that God forgot" is a pretty good description sometimes, even if it happens that I like Luleå every now and then (but don't tell anyone!).

Anyway, what is happening in Cork? Not that much, except that it's happening alot. Last Sunday Johan came from Sweden, on Monday it was Kristina's mum and their friend Robin who arrived and on Saturday Viola came to Cork. Kristina's mum and Robin left yesterday. Our house has been quite full, and since Viola stole my bed I spent Saturday night at Olof's for the first time. But it has been a quite quiet weekend for me, hardly no alcohol at all.

On Valborg we had a BBQ and after that we went to Tom Barry's. It was a nice evening which ended with taco fries (everything ending with taco fries is good).

A Holiday Worthy of a Squirrel

Since none of the girls are blogging about their adventures in Cork I guess I'll have to fill up the space with my rambling about Sweden.

Spending Valborg in Uppsala was great and well worth all the trouble I had getting there (from now on Airport bitches and SJ are the new objects of my undying hatred). I met up with Jojo and Jens II early in the morning, ate breakfast with some catholic people and watched the students get wet as they conquered the river on homemade, quite unstable, rafts. And no Valborg would be Valborg without obscene amounts of alcohol, so the first can was opened at 9 am and the last drop was drunk at about 2 am. Considering the fact that my preparation for this holiday included no food, no sleep and (of course) a bug I am a bit impressed that I actually lived to see the 1st of May. Anyway, the rest of the day we lay on a blanket in the sun and enjoyed the mood, the Smirnoff Ice and life in general. We also made an attempt to do some barbeque and hanged out with loads of people that I knew way back when...

The 1st Jojo and I mostly spent on a blanket by the river and soaked up the sunlight - too bad that I am a redheaded, pale person with freckles and nowadays a bright red nose. Note to self: always use sunscreen.

Since I had to leave Jojo at the train station way to soon I spent the rest of my time in Uppsala with Jens. Friday was a day filled with Final Fantasy VIII and in the evening it was time to go to the train station myself for a 13 hour trip to Luleå.

Now I've been here for not more than 1,5 days but I have already got 4 mosquito bites. I have also been used as a household slave and therefore spent the day sewing, ironing, baking, cooking and cleaning (anybody who knows me knows that that's just wrong). Right now the only good thing about this place that God forgot is that I have been signed up as a puppy nanny to a 12 weeks old Schnauzer girl that mom and I will pick up on Tuesday. That is a quite good reason to stay positive (:

Over and out from Sweden!

One time, at band camp

Okay, so there was this party, like, and there were, like, loads of people and loads to drink and loads of fun, really cool, like. Then, the day after Johan came to town and he was kind of mad but cool anyway. And then, we all ate American breakfast in Deer Park and watched Police Academy and it was soooo cool, like!

Anyway.

In a few hours I am going back to Sweden and I won't be back until June. It feels a bit strange, but I am sure that it will be good for me to get away a bit (even if it means living with my parents for a month). First stop will be in Uppsala, where I'll celebrate Valborgsmässoafton (Swedish holiday who advocate drinking and pyromania) with Jojo, Jens and Jens. I guess this means that my countdown is almost over for now (:

The Return of the Swamp Thing

Yes, I am once again covered in green goo, have a hat made of Clingfilm and the smell of sheep is drifting through the house.

Tonight is mine (and Ida's) goodbye (for now) party. It's not like we are going to be gone for long, Ida will just be away for one week and I'll be back in the middle of June - but all reasons to drink are good reasons. We hope for a great party and if the amount of alcohol is any indicator it will be.

Anyway, time to wash away the goo and start pre-partying!

Calm before the storm

I am quite tired, but still planning to do the dishes before I give up and retire to my chambers. So yeah, to sum up the week, I have been spending a lot of time thinking about a certain guy who is back in London, working a lot 'cause he has a new job at a cocktailbar in Notting Hill. Met Eva on tuesday for one at Tom Barry's. We had the bbq on wednesday, as mentioned, wich was so very good. On thursday Daniel attacked us with pleasant company and wonderful food. And today was possibly the slowest workday ever, after wich I met up with Ida, Daniel, Liz and... a guy who I can't remember the name of for one at Shelbourne. Then me and Daniel met Hannah and we ate nachos and watched Tarzan, the Disney one, which was amazingly awful. So filled with clichés I wanted to cry. So retardedly ridiculous I wanted to cry even more. Every song in the film was recorded by Phil Collins, which was mostly just painful, and it was lousily drawn. The voiceacting of Minnie Driver was the only good thing about it. After that Hannah went home and me and Daniel watched Matchstick Men, to wich he fell asleep. He went home too and I kept watching, and it left me in a really strange mood.

And yes, that is the calm before the storm. A couple of intense weeks lie ahead. Tomorrow, or yeah, it's saturday by now, I will tidy up my room, bring some lunch to Ida, who is working (something I definitely should have done for Sara yes!), dye Saras hair, eat dinner with Sara and Maria and do a killer makeup for Maria for the kickass party we're having. And last but not least, make Sara's hair curlier that physically possible. And yeah, then there's the party. No sorry, I ment The Party. Yes.

Eight o' clock the next morning Afrika / Johan arrives, and I will be a sleepy commitee, welcoming him to the emerald isle. I hope it shows him it's best side, with sunshine and flowers and goodness instead of rain and beggars and trash all over town since it's sunday morning. A wee bit later we're having an american breakfast at Hannah and Ida's, and later possibly going to LadyFest. On monday Johan starts his new job and The Holy Mother arrives! Mine, in other words! I am a bit tense over this, I admit. With her travels Robin. I am not so tense about meeting Robin, only happy. Yes, I am absolutely fantastically happy about meeting my Mother as well, and I know she will be happy to see me and my new life but there is still the anxiety. What if I missed something. What if she turns up and says "Oh no honey. You got it all wrong." And then she points out something that is horribly horribly wrong. Such as... My house, or my clothes, or... anything in my brand new life. Wich she does'nt really know so much about. So I am slightly nervous. Most happy though. I can still think as a normal person, sometimes, and I know there will be load of happiness bestowed onto me, joy and flowery goodness of puppies. Mommy!

The day after that Sara goes to Sweden, to be gone and lost for almost six weeks. We shall terrorize her with questions of routers over msn all days so that she realizes how much she loves them, gives up her silly thoughts of finishing medschool and comes back for good. Ida leaves to, if only for a week. It will be a hard blow on all of us, to loose the two fiercest and dominating girls of the team on the same day... ;) 'Cause we love 'em.

The week with mom and Robin will be action packed and adventurous, filled with ...stuff, like a dolphin maybe, and other wild beasts, and maybe some beer, a choir festival, and Bealtane.

They leave on the fourth, the same day as Viola arrives. She starts work on the fifth and will be living with us when Sara's gone.

Shiver me timbers. Or something. I won't hardly be able to think during the next cople of weeks.

A Barbeque for Everyone

Yesterday we were supposed to have a little barbeque for dinner. Then Hannah invited herself and Danne, Maria invited Olof and after that Ida felt left out and demanded an invitation as well. In the end we had a dinner party with sooo much food and this is how you do it:

1. Buy a barbeque
2. Buy loads of food
3. Assemble the barbeque
4. Put Kristina and Danne out in the backyard with said barbeque and food
5. Wait and drink wine
6. Wait and drink more wine
7. Wait and try not to black out from drinking loads of wine on an empty stomach (drink water)
8. Wait and try to control your hunger so that you do not attack Kristina and Danne with a sharp barbeque tool
9. If you fail in following no 8, please take appropriate measures (bandaid, emergency room, bury the bodies)
10. Eat and enjoy the steak, veggieburgers, halloumi, veggie skewer, corn, potatoes, potato salad, broccoli salad, green salad and garlic bread.

Yum (:

The joy of Matilda and the last week

Matilda visited me last week, it was great. She arrived on Monday evening, and on Tuesday we took the bus to Killarney, where we had no idea where to go, so we just picked a direction and went that way. After a short while we found a sign saying "Ross Castle" so we thought "Yeh, that sounds great, lets go that way" and so we did. In the end we found the castle and a lake and boats and it was all very beautiful. We had sandwiches with us, so we had lunch on a bench, with a view that was... pretty amazing! Later that day, back in Cork, we had dinner with Ida, Dave and Olof, and later beer with Kristina, Jocke and Dave. I had to work on Wednesday and Thursday, but we had Taco Dinner on Wednesday with people, it was very nice. On Thursday evening she left me for other adventures, I got a text from her this morning, and she said that she is in The Czech Republic now!

Friday was slacker night with Disney movie, hot chocolate and I went to bed early. Saturday was Hannah's birthday dinner and Old Oak and Crane Lane. Sara wasn't very happy when they didn't let her in without ID, but they never asked me for ID, and I'm younger than her! Danne didn't really believe that, he said that I look like I'm 22-23, might be why they don't ask me for ID ("hehe" is the sound inside me). On Sunday I had a date, including late lunch/early dinner and a walk, yay!

B-day!

Happy birthday to Hannah from Vicar street!

We were out last night, celebrating. It was lot's of fun. Today we've been cleaning... And Maria's been on a date!

On friday we watched Disney movies and drank hot chocolate. The weekend has been kinda quiet, to make up for an intense week of visitors and dinners and stuff. Joakim was here, visiting me, and Matilda was here visiting Maria. And pretty soon my friends Afrika and Viola will be moving here, Viola will even be renting Sara's room while Sara is in Sweden. And my mom and Robin are visiting at the same time. So lots of stuff coming up. Personally I just want to go to Lund right now, and spend Valborg in the park. Or to London. I really want to go to London.

A special thanks to Joakim for telling me about the sweded movies on YouTube. Gotta love the tube. And Be Kind Rewind was a great movie!

Death to the Bouncers of the World

I hate you all! Garr! I AM 20!!

*takes her ID and goes back into town*

Freckles Makes It Summer

It was summer today. The sun has glared down over Cork luring the people out in the warmth, to the beer gardens and luring the freckles out in the light, so that they now cover my face. Summer skin. I like it.

After work today we all gathered at the Raven for drinks in the sun and the gang was introduced to kind of new and brand new people: Kristina’s pretentious Poet, Jocke, and Maria’s friend, Matilda. Kristina, the Poet and I later went to an art exhibition to see a friend of Eva's art. Kristina found it interesting and asked for "wore mine", the Poet mostly gave an account of the different psychological disorders and drinking habits of the Scandinavian countries and I found it nice without any drinks at all.

I have kind of missed hanging out with everybody and when I did I got so nostalgic. God, I am going home soon! I even hugged people, while under neither the influence of alcohol nor a gun threat.

And you know what? Today is also a one month anniversary. I like that too.
(if my heart had a face it would smile)

Where's Your Head At?

I survived yet another bug - yey for me!

I spent Thursday and Friday knocked out in bed and did nothing except finishing my application to the University of Lund. Note to self: do not, I repeat, not write important stuff when your head is in a fever haze. In my very important mail to the admission board I managed to write that I want to move to Lund because I have a girlfriend in Luleå (the distance is 1220 km). Oh well, no biggie.

Anyway, the papers are now in and all I have to do is hope. And of course kick some anatomy ass on my upcoming exam.

Better

I love feeling healthy, or at least healthyer, (I'm better, but Iv'e been better) and also, I love my job. Or, I love working here. Best boss in the world, and best workmates.

Hope Sara gets well! And Nicolai returns from being lost.

Now for some friday funsies.

Lost in Translation

This is not a good day. At all.

All three of us are down with the same bug: headache, sore throat, runny nose, swollen glands and aching body - times three. And all of us work at the same place so we can't be home sick at the same time. Today Kristina stayed at home in bed which meant that I had to drag myself to work and she wasn’t the only one who didn't come in to work. Right now we are 4 people covering the Nordic market; Ida and I are alone on trying to deal with the Danish line. I do not understand Danish, not even a little bit, so it takes me like 5 minutes just to understand that they have the wrong number.

Most of all I just want to go home, pull my duvet over my head and then break down and cry.

Both the End and the Beginning

I never told the end to my story about the Adventurous Trip to Sweden. It was an interesting weekend. Tegan and Sara was awesome (I could go on forever about that concert), spending an evening watching dyke movies was educational, song contest finale and touring Gothenburg with my sister was nice indeed and of course hanging out with Mia for the first time in forever was great.

But the most interesting thing for me was that I came to Lund kind of heartbroken and nervous and left Lund as a confused but happy person. A rather un-single person. I like that. I like her. A lot.

So now I am counting the days (25) until I'll be back in Sweden and actually get to see her again. It is rather hard sometimes, and right now I really wish there weren't a bloody sea and two (rather unnecessary) countries separating us. But I knew what I signed up for and even though it might sound a bit pathetic, she is worth the wait.

Bugged

I have fetched myself a brand new bug, though I am quite sure the culprit is Jojo who must have e-mailed it to me. My head is filled with so much cotton that it hurts and I passed out at 8 last night. During these circomstances it's hard to look forward to a "fancy drink"-evening after work, but I will do my best. It can't be that bad to mix ibuprofen with bloody marys, right?

French people in the backgarden

Our French neighbours knocked on our door and she said "I have dropped my armchair in your backgarden" and I was like "Eeeeh, okey, well, come in..." and we went to our backgarden (and everyone who has seen our backgarden knows how small it is) and I didn't see any armchair, so I asked again, and she said "I dropped my hamster" and I was tired and slighty chocked "hamster? ... hamster?! ... the animal?!" Yes, our French neighbour had dropped her hamster in our backgarden, and yes, she found it.

The Brain, the wine and the self-loathing

Oh dear. I am hungover. At work. And it is not very enjoyable. My brain hurts. Also, getting drunk on a tuesday is extremely retarded! Especially when you should be doing lots of other stuff!

Argh! Self-loathing overdose.

The Brain, the Beer and the Bitterness

Okay, so the truth might be that the candlelit dinner was with Ida, and the time spent in bed consisted of me watching Oceans 13 while she slept - but can't a girl dream?!

Now I am home alone, drinking tea and listening to classic music as I try to force Latin words into my head. While I am gaining knowledge about the different parts of the brain and therefore getting smarter by the minute, the other girls are out killing their brain cells with alcohol. Oh, such irresponsible girls - drinking, laughing, socializing when there are arteries to name, nerve tracts to memorize and nuclei to... curse...

No, I am not bitter.

The secret is out

I know who Sara dated, because I had a breakfast date in town with the very same person this morning! And later tonight we watched movies together, and had doughnuts and hot chocolate... Not so intimate and romantic though, we had company. (Guiltridden company.)

Last night I wasn't very nerdy either actually. Hannah convinced me to go out for one quiet beer, but that was far from the truth. Drunken adventures at the Crane Lane, including the line "Do you come here often?", the line "I like your back. It is perfect.", "Are you a local gal?", "do you live here in Galway?" and on top of that some guy tried to lick my arm. Not very pleasant. And lots more of course. The night ended at an "afterparty" with only goal being that Hannah wanted to make out with some random guy named Steve. (Reported from his kitchen this morning in my own blog.)

Right now I'm waiting for someone special to log on to msn. But maybe I'll just go to bed.

A Candlelit Date

I beg to differ - my night was not nerdy at all. I had a date, the good kind with candlelit dinner, a movie and some quality time in bed. And neither Kristina nor Maria knows who the mysterious date was and it is driving them crazy. As I said: the good kind.

Nerdiness

Sara was at work today, then she came home and started to study. Me and Maria has been watching Buffy aaaaall day. Now Maria is gearing up to raid in World of Warcraft, and I'm gearing up to sit on the sofa. Maybe eat some icecream. All of us, in front of our computers. (Exept that "my" computer is really Maria's old computer.)

My turn

to leave work early. For the first time. Iv'e been generally healthy for four months. But today, I don't know what hit me. In the head. Hard. But it hurts. My head hurts so much I feel dizzy and a bit sick.

The joy of a Easter vacation

I know how to spell harmony, or maybe it is happiness I’m thinking about. Being in my cabin up in the mountains in northern Sweden. Driving snowmobile, thinking a lot, sleeping even more. Driving my snowmobile in 100km/h over a frozen lake or up on a mountain in 40 centimetres of powder snow. It was about 80-100 centimetres snow and at nights it was very cold (like –30) and during the days it was around –10, but very sunny and nice. The snow was glittering, we sat in the snow-sofas we made for ourselves and talked, ate and had a very nice time. I managed to drive 200 kilometres in four days.

I wrote like 10 blog posts while I was driving my snowmobile (I seriously do my best thinking while driving snowmobile), but since it was very hard to write it down at the same time, I forgot almost all of it and this is what you get.

I made a list of things that are significant for being in my cabin for a couple of days:
Fall asleep on the sofa at 9.30 in the evenings, sleeping like 11 hours almost every night, sleep or almost sleep on reindeer fur in the snow in the sun (my dad and his friend was clearly sleeping, the sound revealed them), bruises all over (especially my right knee was very exposed to pain) and a back that hurts after a day with harsh driving, the fact that you have to heat up water if you want to wash yourself (since we don’t have running water, and especially not running hot water), eat, eat, eat and eat some more.

Going home also meant that I had the possibility to drive a car, not my own though, but one of my parents’ cars. I drove to my brother’s and his girlfriend’s house, and had a nice evening there. I miss driving…

Anyway, going home to Sweden was very nice, it was more than nice, it was great and worth all the time and money. But even better was going back to Ireland and realize that “I’m going home”. This time I arrived in Cork and knew where I was going, that I have a home and friends and that I like my life here a lot. Last time I came to Cork I was very nervous and hardly knew anything about how my life would turn out. Going home also made me realize that there is nothing I miss so much from home that I want to move back at the moment.

No more Dangling at the End of the Call Center Food Chain

Yesterday I had to go home from work because it is kind of hard to take calls when you are trying to keep your breakfast down. Instead, I started the project of formatting my computer. I hate computers. After having spent 6 hours formatting it (twice), installing windows (twice) and trying to find the right drivers to the bloody thing I gave up and retired to my bed, only to find that my obsessive mind could not let it go. After another hour of work I actually found the last driver and now (almost) everything works - yey for me, death to HP!

I have also landed myself a brand new job! Eh, or at least a 50 percent new job. As and from the 1st of April I will be a Technical Escalations Guy (the sex change operation is included in the benefits, among health insurance), meaning that I will be the technical support's technical support. I think and hope that this will be way more fun and much less brain dead than just answering the regular Registration-calls. And yes, it includes a raise - yey for me!

Maria has returned to Ireland after an Easter vacation in the snowy and cold parts of the world, and she has already started throwing (candy) chickens on me. Well, I love her anyway and it's good to have her back home (:

Bugs. Again.

Poor Sara just left work. Her evil tummy bug attacked her, again! I can't beleive it. So no dinner at Eva's tonight. I'm going to go right home and take care of her after work. So that she doesn't feel alone. Because by now we can be pretty sure that it's not contaigous.

So a nice night in with Buffy, and maybe some icecream for me (none for the squirrel, her tummy needs some rest. Tea, maybe).

She's already gone away

This weekend has been very slow and that was just what I needed after the crazy trip to Sweden; the Wednesday dinner with Eva and Carl and (of course) the pub crawling. I spent Friday to Sunday at home, watching Scrubs and msn:ing with Jojo - and God did I love it. We also ate loads of fast food, ice cream and spent the time with animated movies and But I’m a Cheerleader.

After having built up that much energy I spent it all cleaning - I was supposed to vacuum upstairs but then I found that I just could not stop. I also helped Kristina cook a wonderful Easter dinner for 9 Swedish and Danish people on Monday. The menu was as follows:

• Starter: Cheese pie with green salad
• Main: Salmon with mashed potatoes, asparagus and Kristina’s famous Hollandaise sauce
• Dessert: Homemade lime sorbet with raspberry sauce.

Yummy.

It was a very nice evening, and also the last one with Amalie. She left for Dublin this morning and will fly to Denmark tomorrow. The seat beside Kristina is empty and we no longer have anyone who beats cats and decides who should wear a hat. We miss you already, Amalie. We will have your toothbrush and your slippers ready for when you come back.

I have also started a new quest: Studieortsbyte! Please LU, accept me!

The Mafia goes Pub Crawling

Since Amalie is still under the impression that she is going to Denmark on Wednesday we had a last pub crawling to make sure that she would at least miss us as much as possible. The evening started of following all the pretty, pink balloons to Nancy Spains where she got a very pink, very sweet, very strong and all together very gay drink called Skittles (taste the rainbow) from me. It was the only drink the bartender knew how to make and it was so meant to be. The bartender also ran to the off licence next door to get some wine for Hannah - now that's customer service.

After Amalie figured out the tricky rebus we gave her we were off to Franciscan Well. There we ran in to Edwin and some French guys, who by the way accused me of not talking to them at work. Well... They're French? :P We also learned that in Denmark big breasts means sorry, we sang drinking songs about men’s reproduction organs and compared shoes.

To get to the next pub Amalie went around asking all the French guys in the place what "that's it" is in Irish and eventually she lead the way to Sin É. We were in a bit of a hurry; since no pubs are open on Good Friday everything closes at midnight, so after just enough time for Amalie to chug a beer we were off to Shelbourne. Kristina and I had the best road description prepared but Hannah kind of spoiled the surprise so we never got to use it. Just as well, I guess, since walking straight was challenging enough.

The Shelbourne part of the evening is a bit fuzzy for me, but at least I know that all the Danish Socs accompanied us. I also know that you shouldn't fall asleep at a pub, because people will take pictures and they are not flattering. Yeah, well, judging by the pictures Amalie and I slept quite well and the bartender said good morning rather than threw us out.

As you might imagine, our Good Friday has involved loads of sleeping and some effort has been made to recalling the previous evening. We have also had some take away, ice cream and an animated movie (Finding Nemo). As far as hangovers go, this was so much better than I thought it would be and the evening was so worth it. I am really going to miss Amalie (I still hope that she will change her mind) but at least now we have sent her off in best Mafia manner.

And off I gooo...

I'm off in a minute, because I'm going on an easter vacation to Sweden. I will arrive tonight and just repack my bag, take a shower and eat, and then go with my parents to our cabin in the mountains.

This is going to be a short post, I'm in a bit of a hurry. Have a nice week and everything.

Amalie, I will miss you.

Sunshine

Ah, tuesday. Sara is back from her trip to Sweden and Maria has'nt left yet. Untill tomorrow we are still all here. By the time Maria comes back Amalie will have gone to Denmark for good. But today it's just tuesday, the sun is shining, Saint Partick's has come and gone and wer'e back to normal.

I was drunk this weekend. Our sofa is fixed.

The Squirrel's Adventurous trip to Sweden

After a very nice Tuesday evening at the Oval I dragged myself up at 05:30 (the armpit of time), waited for a delayed taxi, traveled on delayed planes but eventually arrived in Gothenburg. Spent the night at my sister's and her boyfriend's apartment. Seriously, computer nerds are special, and if the nerd in question also has money enough to fulfill his dreams… quite scary, I assure you. We watched the porn movie 300 with warriors in Speedos, a transvestite Persian king and just a lot of naked skin in general. I’m sure that any straight gal or gay guy would love that movie.

Today I have once again got up at 05:30 (the armpit of time) to hop a train to Lund and Jojo and you know what? We’re going to see Tegan and Sara tonight! Happy squirrel! Happy squirrel! Extremely happy squirrel!

I haven’t quite adapted to being in Sweden yet, I’m just not used to people actually understanding what I’m saying so I guess I’ll be receiving loads of funny looks the next few days…

By the way, it didn’t take long for Jojo to discover the wonder that is Lumines and now she (too) has developed an addiction. PSP is the shit.

Good morning! Would you like a snail?

If you live anywhere Cork you could probably hear "IIIIIIIHH! IIIIIIIHH!" from our house this morning. Probably three different versions of "IIIIIIIHH!" The reason to this is that we found a snail in our house, making his way from somewhere to our washing machine. None of us wanted to take care of this snail, so in the end Kristina had to be the hero and take it outside. Considering how the snail looked when Kristina took him outside, I bet the snail was more afraid of Kristina than we were of the snail...

Weekend Rambling or Squirrel with a Gun

Tummy problems have lead to me not eating in a week, which lead to a very tired me, and a very tired me does not blog.

Friday was Team Dinner-day. All the people at work went out and had dinner at a really nice Mexican place - because Mexican food is great for people who are allowed to eat only tasteless, boiled food. So, when the rest of the team set out to Shelbourne to get drunk and stuff I went home and crawled up to a ball of tummy ache (but I did get to Skype a bit, so it's alright).

Yesterday we had another Swedish Song Contest evening. Ida and Hannah made yummy veggie burgers and after we’d watched the Swedish people vote the wrong songs through to the final we looked at the Devil wears Prada (with Merryl Streep as a brilliant bitch :D).

Today I've been a very good girl who cleaned the house ‘til it shone so bright you had to wear sunglasses. And after all that hard work I deserved some fun, so we went to LeisurePlex, equipped ourselves with laser guns and killed loads of annoying kids. WE RULE! YEAH! After some more fun with fake motorcycles and a dancing thingy I was exhausted but an extremely happy squirrel inside (: We ended the day with great food, the Cake of Doom, lit candles and maiHIME.

Conclusion: It has been a good weekend.

The rain passed by

Yesterday I got a comment that I don't write here often enough, so I will try to be better with that from now on. As Kristina wrote, we had our team dinner last night, we were almost 20 people. It was fun and food was good. We had beer at Shelbourne before and after the dinner (and yes, I had beer too, I think I really will learn to like it. Believe me, I've had doubts about it). The truth to be told, I was really tired and wanted to go home quite early. In the end, me, Kristina and Amalie went home at the same time. Although I was tired, I watched an episode of L Word before I went to bed, and now I have to bribe Sara to get some more episodes I think.

It's been a good week, the days pass by really quick and suddenly it's Saturday again. Not that I'm complaining... It was raining when I woke up, but it has stopped now. I'm planning to go into town for a bit of shopping, but first I will try to get out of bed and get some breakfast.

Update a few minutes later: Just because I wrote that it had stopped raining, it started again! Stupid me...

Go team go!

Tonight we're going to team dinner! Yay! Mexican food and a lot of beer... Awesomeness. And tomorrow I'm going on a date... And Sara's working and on sunday we're going hiking. So yay.

Weekend tripping

We have gotten loads of hatemail from angry fans for not writing about this weekend. So I will. It was kinda slow. Sara was home, me and Maria had a few beers thursday and friday, saturday we stayed in and ate food that wasn't very good, but would have been if we had a better oven. We all went to bed early and woke up early the next morning to go to Limerick. The bustrip was almost two hours, and we arrived in a sunny Limerick where we took a cab out to a mall and had a shopping orgy. Then we went back home.

Personally I bought:

• pj's
• a kimono
• a fancy jacket (all very cheap!)
• socks
• a necklace and a bracelet
• lipgloss
• shoes

Oh, the shoes. Beautiful beautiful shoes. Sara left earlier and then she realized that she did'nt have her keys with her. The rest of us went to see Be Kind Rewind, had some chinese and then we went home. Sara spent her time waiting for us watching the same movie.

So that's our weekend... And personally I had a date on monday night, with a very nice fellow called James. We had quite a lot of beer, a little bit of rum and a very good time. And we're going to see the Sultans of Ping on saturday. Romantic, huh?

The one about the Strange and Mysterious Swedes

Tonight we've all been watching one of the preliminaries for the Swedish Song Contest where the Swedish people (eventually) decide who will go on to represent us in the great and extremely important Eurovision Song Contest. This circus goes on for months, and usually you don't really want to be a part of it but the thing is: I've never been as patriotic as I've been since I arrived in Ireland. Seriously, Swedish food, music and fika, so of course I get all worked up about the Song Contest.

Another Swedish thing: all of us are going to Limerick and H&M tomorrow. Really, it's kind of mental: we're going to another town by bus for 2 hours just so that we can go to a clothing store. The only way for me to explain it would be that we're a bunch of Swedish girls who just got paid - the Mother ship is calling out to us!

Mr Bean and I

I've just had the conversation of the day (and yes, I am very much aware of the fact that you need to be working on a Saturday and therefore be utterly bored to find this as amusing as I do):

- May I have your name, sir?
- It's Bean
- And the first name?
- *******
- Alright, so, how may I help you Mr. Bean?

Didn’t realize it until I said it, and then I had to put the poor guy on mute since I could not stop laughing :D

The story of Maria and the beers

Thursday and Friday we have been out and drinking beer, I have been drinking beer! I have probably been drinking more beer since I came here than I have in my whole life. For you who don't know about me and beer, the thing is... I don't like beer. But I guess that if I continue drinking beer every now and again, I will start like it or something. Last night I had a Guinness, which, according to my brother's girlfriend, is something I had to do before I'm allowed to come home.
Speaking of things that I don't like but that I want to learn to like, I need to learn to drink coffee too. That is next on my list... (Yes, I have loads of lists, because I'm Swedish!)

Yesterday was payday, and tomorrow is shopping day and we're going to H&M in Limerick. Today might be shopping day too, since I need some bits and bobs and it's lovely weather outside, and what can be better than go into town and buy some stuff?

Dizzy up the girl

So I've been at home sick for a couple of days. I hate being sick and ever since I came to Ireland I've picked up more bugs than ever: ear bugs, eye bugs, fluish bugs and the most recent one is a tummy bug – I am starting to feel like a beehive (or something from Buffy). All these bugs makes me want to say something along the lines of “Screw you leprechauns, I’m going home”, but on the other hand, if you get a kick from eating antibiotics there's no place like Ireland.

Anyway, now that I am finally able to eat again without retur... eh... whatever, you get the point, I've got the worst headache ever and the world is spinning around me in loads of beautiful colours. Lovely. Oh well, at least now staring at the ceiling is a bit more interesting.

Bugs

I'm at work, feeling tired and fed up. Sara went home sick and I'm sick of people constantly shouting at me for various reasons. I mostly just want a beer right now. We'll probably go off to Deer Park, to Hannah and Ida's, leave Sara alone to get well and make fish soup and watch Grey's. Or maybe just beer... I'm so tired.

Hannah says soup, so soup it is, I guess.

Plans in the making

Today I almost fell asleep during a call - that's how boring router configurations are. And that is also the reason why there will be no Buffy tonight, instead I will trytrytry to go to bed early (no, not even I believe that it will actually happen).

Been to the gym and once again spent some quality time with the treadmill witch made me all happy and high. Nothing else makes a squirrel-soul happier than some meaningless running on the same spot (might I really be a hamster?)

As Kristina already said/wrote Amalie thinks that she's leaving us - that girl is totally deluded. It's not like we're going to let our one and only favorite Dane leave us?! So instead of being all sad and mope over her supposed leave, I’ve come up with a plan. I am yet to figure out the finer details, but at the moment what I need is:

• a piece of the Cake of Doom


• Rohypnol


• Handcuffs

Hey, this sound like it could be my kind of fun :D

And people! We have a brand new pixbox and also an e-mail if you just can't get enough.

'Tis a black day

Today Amalie handed in her resignation. She will move back to Denmark in a month. It's a hard blow against the whole mafia, but even more I think to us on Vicar since she's like our housepet. She spends almost as much time here as she does in her own home, or at least it feels that way to me. (Since she's sleeping in my bed.) She has a toothbrush here, her black dress is hanging over the back of my chair, her blue slippers are laying around on the kitchen floor and all of a sudden it feels so sad to see them there, so everyday, and soon gone. She's so much fun, and we'll all miss her so extremely much. I can't imagine that some new dane will come along and take the seat next to mine at work and be so wonderful, always ready to help, so smart and such a good friend.

She has promised to visit though, and I will visit her as well.

Tonight I'm making chicken with lemon and tarragon, mom's speciality, and Sara has been to the gym, and we're not gonna watch Buffy 'cause Sara's going to bed early so me and Maria are watching something else... And yeah, that sums it up I think. Yesterday we watched Buffy (we're almost through the second season! Only Becoming 1 & 2 left) and tomorrow we're gonna watch Grey's Anatomy and that sums up the week as well I think...

And oh yeah... We never watched the Oscars since they did'nt even air it! Were gonna download it though.

Oh Lord! Forgive me them Saturday nights

The reason why I haven't blogged today could be that I’ve been busy making American pancakes, talking about the eventful evening that was last night, watching Buffy and enjoying the beautiful sunshine. Or it might be that I've been too hung over to write anything before now and the sunshine wasn’t beautiful at all, but mostly annoying. Take a wild guess.

Yesterday was fun, though. Loads of fun, as far as I remember. Really, up until the part of the evening when Maria lead/carried/dragged me home, I had the most fun I've had in like... seven days! Regardless, next week will be a quiet one spent at home in front of the TV. With no whisky. And no wine. And no punch. And God, I hope my parents will never find this blog.

never drinking again?

It was just a week ago that I said so, laying on the couch, small and pathetic and more hung over than ever. But here I am again, more hung over than ever. Wow. I think that if I would have gone with the plan and stuck to whiskey I would proably not have become as crazy drunk as I was and not as crazy hung over today. But no, I had to go and drink vast amounts of that punch with all the vodka in it, and then I seemed to find a bottle of red wine somewhere... Bad.

I just woke up after a four hour afternoon nap, and I feel better now. It was really fun last night. Just a little bit to much fun maybe.

Today has been nice, chilling out, watchin tv, eating pancakes... Amalie just made cake and Saras making pasta, and we're gonna watch Buffy and then try to get a little bit of more sleep before the Oscars tonight! Yes, me and Sara are going to watch it. Defo.

The day after

It was a late night last night, and I didn't get that much sleep. When I got up I found Amalie in the kitchen, she was ready to go to Tesco to shop for our American Breakfast so I went with her. When we came back to the house we had to wait a couple of hours for some more people to wake up and so on. Hannah arrived and Sara woke up and we (well, the only thing i did was finding a recipe for it) could start making pancakes! They tasted great, so if you weren't here you really missed something, I promise. Hannah left a while ago, Kristina went to bed, Sara and Amalie are watching a movie and I'm in front of my computer, doing not much really. It feels like a typical Sunday... and it's soon Monday again.

Oh, one important thing to mention... It is sunny today!

Getting drunk

off chocolate milk with whiskey. Just finished putting henna in Saras hair and making my awesome bechamel (fortunately that's all I need to do today, the girls are taking care of the rest of the lasagna) and finally I get to sit down in the sofa with my drink. I'm tired today and not really in the mood for going to that birthday party, but it's in my old house. Nicolaj turned 20 a couple of days ago so it would be almost mean not to go. It feels like I've been living here for ages and in the old house only a couple of weeks, but I actually lived there for more than two months I think.

Soon I'm gonna try to become a bit pretty, but I'm having a bad face day today, or a bad day in general, or at least a couch potato day.

The Clash in our new speakers and the whiskey in my chocolate milk are getting my mood up a bit though. It's almost seven o'clock, time to get dressed soon maybe?

Shrek ain't got nothing on me

At the moment I'm a swamp thing with green goo in my hair. And I smell a bit like sheep.

After a hard day at work (eh... yeah, right) and some special time with the treadmill at the gym it is time to try and make myself beautiful - hence the smell of sheep. All the girls are doing their things, Kristina’s being making whisky and chocolate milk drinks (getting drunker by the minute) and Amalie’s is, as always, mocking me. My mission for tonight is to get revenge at the neighbors for playing bad music at 2 am - no one gets to have fun when I have to work! The Swedish Mafia has been reinforced with visitors to Hannah and Ida so we're all going to go to a birthday party and of course have extreme amounts of fun.

And tomorrow there will be American pancakes.

The joy of a Friday evening

Since Sara wrote about her and Kristina's evening, I will tell you about mine. I went home from work, a short visit at Tesco to buy something to eat, came home, had dinner and watched two episods of a tv-series, then I went to bed. I don't think I have gone to bed as early as 8 in a looong time... Maybe not the funniest evening, but it was well needed. After 11 hours of sleep, I woke up and went down to our living room to watch Ice Age 2, which is a hilarious movie! Now it's time for another movie until I find out what to do today.

This Business of Art

So. Kristina and I went to the opening of an art exhibition and drank loads of free wine. And that would be one of the best things about art exhibitions - drinking free wine and looking at the people looking at art. Of course, the art itself was also really good, since the artist showing of her work was the very talented and sweet Eva (lovely Irish girl). However, in the end there were two very drunk girls who could not take their eyes of all the alternative, converse-wearing, gorgeous girls (rather than the art).

And oh, a guy came up to me and said that I was beautiful. I freaked.

Now Kristina is getting Parkinson’s from eating the leftovers of yesterday’s cake. I really don't understand her.

(and by the way, a golden star will be rewarded to anyone who know where the title's from)

cake

Yesterday me and Amalie made the best food ever, carbonara witch kicked so much ass and chocolate cake that did to. Sara fell asleep in front of Transformers and slept through the noisiest eating of cake in a long time. Maria came home with Dave and made wierd pies. I will now share some recipes!

Carbonara

• tagliatelle
• rashers (or, if you don't live in Ireland, bacon.)
• mushrooms
• cream
• mozzarella
• egg
• salt and pepper

Cook pasta. Cut rashers into small peices and fry. Put in mushrooms after a little while. When thoroughly fried put in some cream, a little bit of mozzarella and salt and pepper. Serve with eggyolk and lots of grated mozzarella!

Chocolate cake of Doom!

• one pack of Tesco chocolate spongecake mix
• one bar of dark icing chocolate
• one jar of chocolate icing
• one egg
• some water

Make cakedough from cakemix, egg and water. Chop icing chokolate into small peices and stirr in. Put in a baking tin and put in the oven for 15 minutes. Take it out and let it cool and then put on the icing. Very simple, very good for pms. Put some pommegranade seeds on if you feel a bit fancy.

Tonight me and Sara are going to see Eva's art!

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The blog of 22 Vicar street, Cork. We are three swedish girls living together in a nice little house, working together in a nice big callcenter, cooking, watching Buffy and partying together and generally living the good life. Or, it has it good sides. Enjoy!