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!

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!

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?

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.

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.

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.