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.

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.

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)