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In Sweden we always have a christmas calender to count down the days to christmas eve (when santa comes!). And they have been quite crap these last years. I used to love the calendeers when I was younger, cause they are absoulutly amazing. Yes, I still watch them sometimes.
Anyway this year it's gonna be Supersnällasilversara and Stålhenrik from the kids show Bolibompa. Sounds to me like it's gonna be a crappy calender this year too. But who knows it might surprise me and actually be good.
I'll just have to wait and see. . .

Supernicesilversara and Ironhenrik

- I'm a fish!
- I'm a fish too.
- No you're a shark, named Bruce! I'm a fish, named Doris.

- Hang on, I'm just gonna polish the pearl...

A crazy fish shark clark production

Yes, I'm a bit bored. No I haven't done my space, body, design log book. I don't wanna be a good student at the moment.

Any True Blood fans out there? Well anyway, everyone should know who this hottie is! But is it only me or can you guys also see some odd shape on Alexander's chest?
Man, have you becomed a woman :O

And I miss my hair. At least I looked like a bitch then!

This is what's happening when you are ill. You don't update.
One other thing that happens is that you don't have any energy to do anything called homework. Today I woke up at 2pm and found myself trying to be a good student by reading some stuff for Contemporary Theatre making.
How did you think that went?! You guessed right. It was like hell! I read the same sentence all over again and I still don't remember what the hell I read.
No I hate being ill. Hopefully this illness won't bother me for too long.

Oh and by the way. Do a movie list and put up "Let the Right One In"! You won't regret it! Tomas Alfredson has done a fantastic work! This movie is absolutly AMAZING!

Yeah yeah I know I have a lot of things that are pink. My bag, my phone, my pen, my filofax, my nails, my hat, my mittens. . . I think I can go on forever ;)
I love pink, it's as simple as that! But this woman has taken her love of the color pink to a whole new level. I mean it's a bit scary when you have a pink dog. . .

Oki so I know I just wrote about Harry and writing about Twilight right after that might not be the best thing I've done in my life. But, when it comes to Twilight and Robert Pattinson/Edward Cullen something just went wrong.

It was okey at first, when everyone thought he was hot = wanted to be Bella. But then we had the Twilight Dildo.
You know the one who sparkles in the sun. . .

Now there's Edward Cullen pants! Yes you heard me, girls are going to walk around with a pic of Robert Pattinson on their crotch. And if that wasn't all. Guess where his mouth is?

My mom would kill me if she saw my laundry basket now. So I thought let's go down with the heavy shit and do some washing. So when I had walked down the stairs and finally got to the change machine. (Cause of course I didn't have £2 in change.) The f-ing machine doesn't work. It's no bloody change in it.
How much don't you just love uni?!
So I had to walk all the way up to the lift (cause I was not walking up those stairs with all that laundry) and throw my basket back into the corner and wait until tomorrow. 

I'm not that happy right now, and I've already finished my cookies. This is life being shit for a moment.
 

Don't you just hate when you put on music when you are supposed to study. Somehow you start to sing a long and forget all about what you have to do. And when you finially realize that you are suppose to write an essay a whole hour of work time has passed. You feel like shit because you didn't do what you have to do and all suddenly a f-ing love song is playing.
Hate when that happens, like I don't already know I'm single. It's just like valentines day.
Even though I don't really like being single, I don't like dating either. Actually I hate it. Can't stand getting to know someone over a cup of coffee, dinner, whatever. It's like a sleeping pill.
Doesn't exist one guy out there that's interesting enough to keep up a conversation with me?!
I don't think so. . .