"oh my god, thats a horrible thing to say"

Except the randomness and impulses that are now being injected into twitter, I fear this place here being mostly for updates, and that would somehow mean the death of blogging for me.
I know many have fallen, but dammit, Im still in it for the rants.
Having said that;

Togetherness in a confined space is actually treating me good. Boy lost keys (probably in water, during alcohol and midsummer) first week, so now I have the upperhand in everything. I might add it was my fabulously clever idea to get them copied instead of panicking.
When I got home the other night he'd washed almost all my clothes and cooked me dinner, and fuck yeah, I love having a 50's homemaker waiting for me.
He is being retarded though, and does things in a very crazy round-about way, and still manage to make me look like the insane one, and what can I do cept admire him for it?
Ive slept better these last days than I have for months, and I love coming home.

This morning I cut my hair, myself, infront of the bathroom mirror. I say it went okayish, but it does feel plain after having all that hair to curl.
Im running insanely low on money, and I still have to spend a lot on Accelerator this weekend, and there will be a lot of beer and urgh. Vanity hit me hard on some days too, and Im dying for a pair of new converse. I know how that sounds, but fuggoff, if you jump to some sort of sex and the city implication you dont know me at all.

Im feeling warmer and more confident in my linguist.. well, I suppose we should wear sweaters, wouldnt we? So linguist sweater then. I dont know if you know the feeling, but its like when something theoretical evolves into a skill, a knowledge not in your head, but in your gut.
Its quite reassuring.

A friend of mine is turning 27, hence having a Dead Idols party. I was thinking Courtney Love, realised she's not dead, but then agreed with the popular opinion "She is to me". Other good ones I cant pull off are Piaf, Hunter and Chris Farley. Of course, Joplin would be awesome, and Im fugly enough to make it work, but Im thinking there might be 5 others.

New pet peeves: Old people, French people, The Fountain

Hey ho

Lets go!
(Saw a guy wearing a 'hey oh, lets go' tshirt but come on, there's an aspiration there)
Updates, updates:
*looks like Im moving Sunday through out Monday, not packed at all, but feel as I have fulfilled all duties at current apartment. So, now its just a matter of throwing, packing and then trowing away some more.
*seems like we have many happy helpers and possibly a free truck(esque car).
*working all summer isnt going to suck. Or. Its not sucking yet.
*tan. Partial.
*no quitting smoking just yet.
*I do like my boyfriend. He's awesome. Silly me.
*linguistics is fun, and Im starting to develop skills. Who knew?

wordswordsWORDSand I forget themAllOverMyDesk, which Im leaving now anywaysMaybesomeONEwilldrawtheirfingerALONGitsoonandaccidentlypickupmyWORDS.
Youre welcome.

Tropico - POP!

Wow. So the 70's feel was just a sneak peak of what to come.
I am rebelling, fukres, and I havent even bothered to make up a cause.

Stockholm is hot, hot HOT. As soon as you step out there's this wall of heat, and no wind whatsoever. Even the birds sound more mediterranean. Im barefoot at work, cursing 'pigfucker' every time something needs to be cursed, and just thinking of pre- and suffixes in general.
Why? Because Im - able to, now when last exam is (most likely) passed.

My schedule tells me Ill be working three weeks straight, everyday. Im on day 2 now, and already bored, so lets see what we can do about that. Well, I have to.
Im moving in a week or so (no packing done yet, no) , come 28th Im expecting to get shitfaced at this festival here, accompanied by a complete stranger. Fun! And then, its just work work work, (hopefully) Ill head way out west, all while my hair keeps growing, pants keep flaring and my relationship gets weirder and weirder.

I dont know how Im going to muster all that social energy, man, I already feel terribly hungover. All. The. Time.

But, wow. So much blogtime coming up though (apperently, noone rents dvds during the summer, SHOCKING!), and without linguistics cock-blocking my brain, Im able to dabble in all sorts of stuff, whenever I want, but we all know that the first two weeks will be about regaining some sort of Hotness and Cool. Thats just how I roll.