another brick in the wall

first day at my new job. quite exhausting, but i think it will be alright. I feel so..proper, having a job!
I might also be exhausted since me and a friend went to see Phoenix last night (not so much sleep in other words). they were absolutley brilliant! those (very big) glasses of wine might have helped a bit too.. but anyways, I had the best time.
so excited bout the east end thrift store event 2morrow!!!!!

countdown (sick for the big sun)

haha, I had totally forgot bout that "doing a magazine about us" thing. In the end we decided that there should be a new issue everyday, so everyone knew how many brilliant ideas we come up with, constanly. ofc.

and I did get an offer to come for an interwiev for a job I'd lovelovelove to have. thing is I just got another job, that's fucking good too. and if I ditch the first job to go for an interview for the second job I might not have ANY job, since Im not guaranteed the 2nd one.

Our flat will probably be the wierdest place ever. in a very good way. we were planning on having a big fucking sign outside our window saying "Be here or be square". (haha.) but then we read in the contract that we're not allowed to have signs outside our window (which is so fucking weird, that the contract actually says that!). dunno if me and C are very good with doin "the right thing" tho..

at least, we have eachother

i dont really think that people realize how mentally disturbed me and Q really are.

i mean, this is a typical conversation between us:

c - we fucking rule the world. we really do
q - i know, we actually really fucking rule the world
c - its just ashame that noone knows exept from us..
q - yeah, we should really make them know!
c - really! but how?
q - we could like.. write an entire magazine just about us, and what we do and what we think about, and publish it every week!

yes. we are a bit to full up of ourself. just thank god that we are speaking swedish to eachother all of the time, so noone understands..

god save the queen

i have started beeing totaly obsessed with the thought of having a junion jack flag on or wall of our new flat. a big, fat one. thats just so punk! i love it. freaking love it.
but where the fuck do i find an enormus junion jack? gah, this kind of things can drive me crazy, i always picture things in my head, and then i cant get them out of there.

monday night

oh boy, what a weekend. me and Q had the best time just lying in her bed, drinking red wine from the only cup (!) we had, eating chrisps and watching movies.
havent been eating that much nice food for a long long time! and wine, haha. we bought so many bottles from our favourite food and wine so that we got a free bag of cookies, haha. the bottles were a bit heavy to carry home, tho!
now im just lying in my bed enjoying the fact that im moving next week and that its spring and that everything is so fucking good right now.

there are so many reasons to be happy today!
havent eaten anything unhealthy for the whole day, and ate two bloodoranges for supper = healthy!

my loving Q just got offered her dreamjob (or, an intervjuv for her dreamjob) and im so very happy for her

its almost april. i love april

i have the new issue of LOVE and im gonna read it tonight, in my bed

things are getting closer to the sun, Im doing things in smaller doses

I went to catch with my friend this thursday. it was crazy. Mostly because I became so increadibly drunk. usually I just get sick if I drink too much, but this time I was just.. really fucking drunk.
I remember going to catch. I remember being on catch, and a few people I talked to. I remember being at joiners. I remember some girl asking me if I want to work for american apparel and taking photos of me. Thats pretty much what I remember from joiners, but my friend told me that we were there until it closed, which means about two hours.

I remember meeting viki and charlie outside and that we went somewhere to get something to drink. I remember viki talking about an afterparty.
Next thing I remember is that me and viki are at somerset house, looking at some photoexhibition (that I've been wanting to see for quite some time).
That was like 10.30.

Which means it's about 6 and a half hours missing from my memory. that's kinda scary, I honestly have no idea what I've been up to. hate it.
Anyways. Hope I had fun!

(but something not so fun is that I called up all my calling credit cus I called super random ppl in sweden. don't remember that at all either tho)

Me and C is just staying in and watching movies. Saving ourselfs until we're moooooving!!!

glaciers have melted to the sea

a quite funny thing happend in the cofeeshop on brick lane today. I was just about to pay for my coffee when the guy behind the counter says:
Haha, what is that? (Pointing at the mirror in my wallet) Do you take your cocaine from it?
I laughed.
Thought about wether I should tell him the truth or not.
Decided not to say anything about it.


I was in the thrift store by whitechapel aswell. great as always. the guy who works there tried on a back pack and asked if I liked it. I said he looked like a school boy. He laughed and said "I get that a lot". Sweeter!

Anyways. got a great pair of trousers. that I cut of, so now they are shorts.
That was pretty much my day. Oh, and I told my landlady about me moving. she was devastated. Poor thing, she's the sweetest!
Let's do something fun now!

better to be vulgar then to be boring

haha, just got a mail with the topic; WHERE ARE YOU?! from my old job back in sweden. they want me to come home and be in charge of the café where i was working last summer.
i would love to, it would just be so sweet to be in charge of something and boss everyone around. would totaly love that.
but. on the other hand. why would i go back to a shitty job in a shitty town where everyone knows eachother and you cant even take som cocain in the bathroom of a club without getting the rumor that you are a fucking druggie?
where people are all wearing their same H&M top day after day, without even noticing that there is more to life then that shitty town?

anyways. its spring. and i want to walk around looking as hot as this girl. shes just amazing!

my wandering days are over

the flat is the best thing that have happend since.. I don't know what! On the downside I must say that my new job is aaaaaaall across town. But whatever, it's definitly worth it.

So. We move in in about two weeks. And I start my new job next week. Which meens I have kinda a lot of time I don't know what to do with. Can't shake the feeling that there is something I've forgotten to do..

I might try to convince someone to get loaded with me tonight. Who can say no to that? Getting drunk by yourself is just kinda sad. And a reason to call AA.



This could be me or C in a couple of weeks. The most crazy things tend to happen when we do something together. Imagine us living together.. It will be a whole lot of crazyness.

cockney kids are innocent

you should see the flat. its amazing. its just one huge room, and a roof terrace. its fucking amazing, i love it so much. (and there is a squatted house next to us, haha) cant wait to move in.

we just realized that we dont have any things, tho, haha. like, duvet, pillows, glasses and plates and things. maybe we should have thought about that a bit earlier? but, ah, whatever. well make it work!

the guy with no underwear

had a lazy weekend. went to see lots of flats, did some shopping and stuff and stayed in both friday and saturday night. went to mr dickheads house this sunday again. (maybe i should start calling him something else..)
he is wierd. and i cant decide if its in a good or a bad way.
he tells me that i inspire him. he tells me that i have lips like marshmallows. he wants to take me shopping and take me to his friends gig. thats wierd.
cus so far have we only met up at his place, done some drugs, had sex and just spent hours in his bed pretending to be 15.
hes gonna name his latest song chloe. after me.
he thinks that its a good thing that im moving closer to where he works. and he wants to come over for supper?! (havent heard anything so cheesy for years. me and mr dickhead? eating supper?)
not sure at all if i like where this is going.

pass this on

celebrated today!
got the job.
got the flat.

that sure does deserve a bottle of pink champange.

a blurr

have so much things that i want to blog about, everything is just spinning around in my head.

this is new:

we have a flat.

i have a fuckfriend. (?)

i sort of broke up with someone, or, atleast it feels like that.

someone is writing songs dedicated to me.

five people are very disappointed with me.

i have quit my curses.

im going back to sweden for a week or so (i think)

im moving, and leaving the life that i have lived for 7 months behind.

cant belive it. this is what i have been waiting for. just need to find a fucking job now. then, my life is gonna look more or less like this.

miss the day, such an easy mistake

we thought about going out and take a walk or something. It's sunny I mean.

But then we we're just gonna drink a coke. And just checking something. And just eating something. And just watching some satc.. And then we missed it all, cuz there's barley any sunshine now. Haha, whatever. There will be manymanymany sunny days. On our roof terrace.

well we got to catch very late yesterday. they said they were closed but apparently I'm "the huggy lady", whatever that means, so they let us in anyways. It was quite dull. A few people I don't wanna meet were there so we decided to escape to joiners. Met some nice people. Steven, among others! haha, gotta love him.

I'm a mess

I cleaned my room the day before yesterday. I only clean my room when I'm reeeeeeally fucking bored. Which meens I haven't cleaned it...ever. This is before.
and then I cleaned it.

And now it looks pretty much the same again.


Really good news is that we found a flat today. So fucking excited about it!!! I love the place.
And now, Im celebrating. Drinking wine and eating chocolate. Going out tonight. Dunno where tho. I would guess the usual places. Can't go wrong there.

if im gonna do an undercut, its gonna look like this

long time, no blogging, haha. that is just because i havent done anything exhighting for a long long time. i have just been doing good things. good things like extra working for more money. (yaay!) and good things like looking at a lot of flats. which is getting a bit urgent at the moment, since im gonna be homeless the first of april. just dying to move in somewhere! (cant stop repeating that)

we were looking at three flats yesterday. fell in love with one that doesent have a washingmashine. but who ever needs that these days? haha

found a pic of exacly how i want my hair. that alice..

Update

*interview/assessment day didn't go too bad.. I hope I get it!

*C, why can't I reach you!?

*I cleaned up my room today. For the first time ever. Scary!

*There's so many stuff I wanna buy. If I get the job, I will!

*I wanna get drunk.

*No success on the flatfinding

That's pretty much it for now.

I meen like..for real!

so. I did work today. Amazing. Me working I meen. Made like 80 quids. And it wasn't hard at all. But it was incredibly boring. So fucking boring. Depressing, really.
Also kinda depressing that I missed the flat viewing cus I had to sit and fill in a bunch of forms. When I finally got there the guy sounded kind of pissed. Think I will go there tomorrow instead tho.

My voice is still fucked up. Dunno what to do about it. I really hope I can talk thursday. Really.

And I really wanna move. Now.

just nonsense

oh god. i hope that Q is looking at that flat right now, that i sent her to do. the landlord seems a bit agressiv and have been texting me more or less the whole day today. but i really want it tho! its on kingsland road, and really really cheap. (prob really really unfresh, but whatever!)
the flat i was looking at today was also really nice. a bit more expencive, tho.. but it was just next to victoria park, and it had like a seacret cubbord where you could hide things (read, drugs) but we dont really need that since we are going to have a big chest, arent we, Q?
just found that i might have to wait a bit longer then i thought before i move. im dying a bit. cus all i can think of right now is me and Q celebrating easter together in or tiny little appartment, hiding easter eggs, eating candy. me and Q throwing dinnerpartys for all of our friends. me and Q lying around on the floor painting and drawing. i love it. and i love that im gonna be living with her. cus sometimes i just get nuts. sometimes i just wake up at four in the morning with a feeling that i need to have pancakes, and Q is that kind of person that wouldnt mind if i went up and started to cook. she wouldnt even notice, haha. or, if she would, she would just put a hat on and be happy to help me! but then again, why would we be asleep at 4 in the morning? thats just silly.
i can imagine how we are sitting on our floor, with a waterpipe, smoking and just talking about life (or more like, boys)
and i can imagen us having wild afterpartys. i can imagine the first meal we are eating, and the first time we are sleeping at our new place. i can imagine us getting to know our neighbours, and singing and dancing around the whole day. it feels like i have never been so excited about something!

just got a text from Q. she missed it, oh damn. and i had got a million angry texts from that landlord-guy. oh well. there is plenty more fishes in the sea! haha.

Getting serious

looks like I have to work tomorrow. but it's just a temporary thing. just tomorrow (I think?). I can do that! Work for one day I meen. At least for ten pounds an hour I can.

then I have an interview thursday, which I'm actually quite excited about! And a bit nervous. Mainly cus I don't have a voice at the moment. Hopefully it'll be back by then.

Right now me and C moving is what I'm thinking about constantly. All day, everyday. Just can't wait for it to happen.

the beat that my heart skipped

monday again. the last couple of days has been a bit weird.
I woke up around 2pm sunday. had no idea where I was. Very happy that I recognized the person lying next to me tho..

Saturday night was messy. after C took off (without telling me) I met up with another friend. we hung out for a bit at old blue last before we went to catch. the brazilian guy from this thursday were at both places, acting really weird! we also met a few of the fashion studying girls, they were really nice tho!
after catch we went to the joiners (are we a bit narrow-minded?). and there was..the brazilian guy! gaaaah!
but there was also a very nice guy with a supernice leather vest he made himself (oh well, he had just cut the sleeves off a biker jacket, but it looked really good!). I might have insulted his friend, cuz I said he looked like josh gorban. And then I changed my mind and said he looked like a mixture of josh gorban and Pippin in lord of the rings. He didnt know who josh gorban was but he didnt like being compared to a hobbit. haha.

anyways. after some crazy dancing at joiners talking to a lot of random people we ended up with some guy called nick and his friend (he was the sweetest, said I can dj in queen of hoxton instead of him this week, cuz he didnt feel like doing it. Too bad I didnt take his number, cuz I totally wanna do it!). he lived just around the corner from joiners (how convenient!). we went there for some drinks. talked, listened to music, smoked, drank beers and laughed until 8am. they had quite some stories!

woke up and dragged ourselfs down to brick lane to get some food.
sunday night. old blue last again. cosy.
monday. looking for a flaaaaat!!!

confusion in her eyes that sais it all, shes lost control again

i fucked up quite bad last night and i feel awful. drank way to much. i was such a bitch to my best friend (Q) which i feel horrible about.
i threw up on the tube on my way to mr dickhead who had been texting the whole night. came to his place, fell asleep without even asking how are you, woke up and threw up in his bed. had a long shower, then we took some drugs, drank some champange, smoked some weed and talked the whole night.
woke up today feeling as bad as a person can poss feel. not just because i was hangoverd, litterly wanted to die.

now, im in my bed watching tv. still feel like a big shit. i mean, thats not acceptable behavior.

i wish i was special, so fucking special

haha, yes, yesterday was crazy.. but, hopefully, tonight will be even better! but i dont really know if anything can overshine that daytime-drunkness that we got so much of. its just brilliant. reminds me of when Q and I ran away to barcelona when we were 15 (?) we were drunk all the time and just did crazy things. and when we came home again everyone asked us what we had been up to, but we couldnt anserw, cus we really didnt know! haha, was about to write good old days, but, hey, lets face it, i have never really had as much fun in my life, or met as much intereresting people as i do now.

go ask alice

oh, that thursday! And friday.
It all started with me and my friend going to watch her friends band. I was not prepared for a night out. I meen, no outfit, thinking about looking up where those flat were, loading my phone or.. anything.
Anyways.. we got to the gig just in time. they were quite good. the guy my friend know was very cute! We hung out for a while, but then it turns out that the place is closing like 11. we've had a couple of drinks so decided to go to catch.
and so we did.

catch was nice as always. I drank a lot. My friend drank quite a lot. She smoked her first whole cigarette in her intire life.

when catch closed we went to joiners. meet a few familiar people.
when joiners close (which seems to be like 5 minutes after we got there) we met this guy who ask us to come to an afterparty in dalston. Im totally up for it, my friends are not.

next thing I know Im in this cool flat somewhere in dalston with loads of people that I never met before. someone works for Vice magazine (we decided we are moving in together "starting tonight!" but then we lost track of eachother, too bad, haha!) someone have a band and are opening an online vintageshop (but makes his living through being a plumber), a few are squatter, someone is homeless, a few studies fashion and a few are italian. Everyone is so nice, and interesting! except the brazilian guy. didnt like him at all!

after a couple of hour of drinking laughing talking and listening to music the guy who invted us wants everyone to go to his place instead. so we do. its the most amazing flat on brick lane. they have rack after rack with vintage clothes they sell. we try on the most crazy outfits. we drink. we discuss everything from jobs to teeth to tatoos to music to drugs and haircuts and clothes and flats and.. just everything! people are coming and going.

when its like 11am its just me, two of the fashion studying girls, two italian guys and a guy who I guessed was 27, turns out he's 22 (made him a bit sad) left.

when we are digging around the clothes C calls and says she's outside. I go down to get her. Im dressed in a bright yellow 60's dress, a short furcoat with the most extreme shoulders, and bright red lips (that francesca was nice lending me!). C looks a bit shocked, haha!
after she helped me take of the dress, who is a biiiit to small (joseph screamin "be careful, its delicate! Its vintage!") she drags me to the coffeeshop.

then we get all lost in hackney (where we suppose to look at a flat), ended up in london fields, where C got drunk, haha! then we wobbled back to the coofeeshop. C painted whiskers on me.
we thought about going back to the afterpartyplace, but after more than 30 hours without sleep I was quite dazed. we went to my place and I collapsed in my bed.

Q

argh. so, Q and I are going to see two (or three) flats today, and we were suppose to meet up outside the tube at 10. round 7.30 in the morning she calls me, and wakes me up (which i guess, some people would have been happy about, since i start working 8. but I was just pissed cus i missed almost half an hours sleep, haha!) to tell me that she already was east, at an afterparty.

now, I cant reach her, since im out of calling credit, and I have no idea if she knows where the fuck in hackney those flats are. I have no idea how to find her, either. an afterparty round brick lane... not very specific.

haha, i sound very grumpy. well i am! but mostly just because i was at home watching friends, insted of partying. and now, i have to be a fucking boring person comming and breaking a party up. aah, i hate being responsible! but, i guess these days are soon to be over. after a week (or two) there will be no more start working at eight in the morning and no more nights spent alone watching crappy dvds. wohooow!

taking the safe way

I quit my job again this morning!

Since my boss said he would bitchslap me if I quitted, I decided to not go there this morning, just sent him a text that Im not coming in. Not the most mature way, but hey, I did try to tell him yesterday, which is when he said he would bitchslap me. I laughed quite hard tho!

Anyways, my friends manager is having a gig with his band tonight and it looks like we are going! Since I dont have a job to go to tomorrow, I might even get drunk! Which I haven't been in 8 days. New personal londonrecord? But me and C have a flatwieving tomorrow tho, so excited about that! And she has the whole day off, so we can hang out all day. gotta love it.

couldn't have said it better myself

Spud had done well. I was proud of him. He fucked up good and proper.

wednesday night

looking for flats right now, and its so much fun! me and Q have already started picturing ourself chainsmoking through the big windows on an old victorian house, having our shoes and clothes in the kitchen cubbords in the tiniest little flat ever on bethnal green road and having barbeques in the amazingly cheap flat with a fire place. but how on earth are we gonna decide which one we want? i fell a little bit in love in each and every one of them...

well well. to a much bigger problem. i havent been drunk for 11 days. really gotta do something about that! 11 fucking days!!

oh, btw. mr dickhead thinks that we are fuck-friends now. and i never anserwed the french artist last weekend, since i was sober, and M is in belgium again. just a little update!

a change always means a loss

C is darn right about that. in the end it will be okay.
in this case, it wont just be ok, it will be fucking awsome.

Im not so sure I would say my life is clearing up tho. I wont be long at my job. Not because it's boring me (but it does) and not because I don't like my boss or co-workers (cuz I do, they are really weird and amusing) but because:
I wont make any money (like wtf, the only thing we do is taking crazy pictures in the webcam and smoke all day long. me and my boss that is. And its comission only).
I don't give a fuck about investments. Really, couldn't care less. To sit and talk about it all day just seems like a waste of time. If I at least got payed by the hour I guess it would be something..but that's not the case.

It would be kind of cool to work in the gherkin tho, theyre moving there soon. Maybe Ill stick around until then, just to be able to go there to work for a day or two, haha!

Also, something kinda funny happened today!! I got a text from this guy I met this summer. The story is quite complicated. I dont even know the story.
I dont know what we are. I would say friends. But Im pretty sure he likes me in a different way. because he kind of told me so. But I dont like him like that. I really like his friend, tho!!! he's incredibly cool and good looking. and also kind of a rockstar. and kind of taken. he is also the reason for me even meeting this guy in the first place.
anyways. we met a couple of times this summer and had coffee when I was in stockholm and drinks when he was in london a couple of months ago. Then we havent talked.
And now he texted me saying he's in town.

Im working tomorrow tho, and promised to babysit during the night. and he's leaving thursday. so, I dont know. Oh well, let's see what happens..

the end of an era

oh, goood, while Qs life is starting to clear up, mine is the biggest mess ever. this morning was probebly the messiest one in my whole life. i have quit the shitt-job. people have been crying, people have been screaming, people have been telling me that i am bringing them down, and in the next second begging me not to leave them.
i have been on the phone the whole morning. dont really now what im doing or what is happening. all i know is that im homeless in about two weeks. and unemployed. (yes, i live at my work.. wierd)
but then again, isnt this what i always wanted? now me and Q can get our own place, and really start living!
because, in the end, everything is gonna be okay. if its not okay, its not the end. (right Q?)

all creatures on earth die alone

my first day at my new job was not too bad!

I was half an hour late. the only thing my boss said was:

No worries, its monday! lets have a smoke!

I didnt really do anything for the entire day. I just hung out. My coworkers are quite amusing!

weird thing tho, my boss texting me this evening! he was just saying like "good day to day, tomorrow you will smash it!" and "just ask me if there is anything you wondering" and stuff like that, so nothing creepy. still, kinda weird.

then just hung out with my friend and watched Donnie Darko. Lots of film lately!

And I havent been drunk for almost a week!!!! Cant remember the last time that happened! gonna have to do something about that soon..

she's my wife because she's pretty and easy to live with. Oh no, wait, she's not, that's why we don't live together

I still feel kinda wierd. Haven't left my house since friday afternoon. Actually I haven't been in my house for this long..ever! C is the sweetest keeping me company. We've just been eating and watching films. Like Blowup! What a brilliant film!

Got back my pictures from my diana camera the other day. a few were good, others were shit. they look better in reality tho.

tomorrow I start my new job. I don't want toooo!!!

can't get away from myself

Im miserable.
Ive been throwing up everything I've been eating since lunch yesterday. and I didnt have any breakfast yesterday either. which meens I haven't had any food for..a very long time. Thats not the worst thing tho. The worst thing is that its saturday and it's 9.30 and Im not drunk!haha.. anyways. I dont know what to do with myself. I just feel horrible horrible horrible

saturday night, so much to do

ooh, its already saturday night again! no clue at all what to do, mr dickhead wants to meet up, the french artist is in town and wants to do something, i want to go out, but im working until like midnight... my phone is out of battery, am at Qs place, she has passed out again. its just a blurr. just like always.

is it normal to get an old school feeling from coke?

its friday night and im on Qs floor again. everything would have been very normal if it wasnt fot one thing. Qs not good. in fact, she feels horrible right now. she have been throwing up the whole afternoon and night. i feel so bad for her. have never really seen her like this, exept from when it has been alot of alcohol in the picture. poor Q!
it must be a pretty unusual sight, Q and me in her room all quiet. i mean, we are normally the loudest girls at the place. always. any place.
i went to sainsburys and got chrisps, ice cream and coke. she is not eating anything, tho. i guess i have to do it. (my diet went to hell this week anyway) it was a fucking long time ago since i drank real coke. i had almost forgot how much better it actually tastes compare to diet coke.

where there's smoke

oh my, Im shattered! slept two hours last night. Two fucking hours! Me and another friend went to notting hill. drank a lot of wine, as usual. our bartender wasnt there! I thought he had quit since it was a new guy instead. later on, it turned out that was not the case. he just didnt work cuz he was playing with his band. Which I found out in a quite embarrassing way.
anyways. we met some other ppl we know and when the place was closing we all ended up at a random afterparty with a danish guy and his roomies. who I think was english and/or australian. danish guy and one of his friends were charming. one was just weird and one hooked up with some girl upstairs, so I wouldnt know about him.
well, we just hung out at their place. smoked a lot. danish guy taught me how to make smoke rings. we drank beer. played the guitar. listened to music. talked and laughed. before we knew it it was six in the morning. I slept for a bit. my friend called in sick.
eventually we went home. I slept for an hour, got up and got to the interwiev, who was canceled.
I just wanna sleep.. but I have to be a fucking babysitter!

the story of my watch part IIII

oh god, what happend? it was just so wierd, we met up like friends, i mean, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. then we went back to his and talked for a while. i was a bit grumpy, ofc. after like an hour or so he started rubbing my neck. (?) then we watched desperate housewifes, cuddeling up under the fucking blankets.. then, we decided that i was going to stay the night there, he gave me a t-shirt to put on, which was really wierd. it was around 12 a clock. he turned off the tv and started rubbing his nose against mine (okay, i know, its wierd, but it sounds even wierder when im writing it down!!) and we started to kiss for the first time that night. then we had sex. and fell a sleep. woke up at 6 am, came home around 7. very very confused. not sure if this was very good. not sure at all.

but yes. i got my watch back! wihooow, its almost worth celebrating!

the story of my watch is ending tonight

just like Q said, his is it. i am a bit sad about not going to the cute bartender with her tonight, but i have some unfinished buisness to take care of, haha. i really wonder what the fuck he has on his mind, ha basicly told me to fuck the hell of because of the whole sex thing, and now he wants me to come to his house? wierd.

I know it's over-still I cling

I have a jobinterwiev tomorrow. I dont wanna work! haha, Im so lazy!
anyways. the east end thrift store was great! and the emolooking guy whos name might have been josh is a little angel. But, I feel a bit bad about spending money when Im not making any. Which is why Im going to the boring interwiev tomorrow and which is why I didnt try anything on too. It was quite magical, how often does 2nd hand clothes fit? like never! And in this shop everything that C tried on fitted!
While C is going to finish this watch story tonight, Im going to notting hill! Its wednesday after all and it might be my last wednesday without a job. Lets celebrate.

thank you cute emo-looking guy!

we met a really cute guy this sunday morning on a late open bar on hackney road who told us about the east end thrift store. he told us that it was a really nice second hand store, sort of like beyond retro, but not as over-prized and much better.
so today me and Q (yes, we are always together! why hang around with other people when they are just annoying you, haha?) went there. both of us had forgot to look up where it was, but we knew that it was around whitechapel station, so we asked around a few people and but no one really knew, so we had to go to this internet cafe and look it up on google maps. it turned out that we were like just outside..
anyway, it was so fucking good! i tryed on four things, and it was amazing, all of them looked so good on. i bought a pair of leather shorts (hell yes!) and a suede skirt. had a chat with the man who had the store, he was very very nice. apparently they have late night openings sometimes, with free drinks. cant wait to go!

boys boys boys

seems like all i do these days are; think about the summer, think about boys and sleep. i feel like a zombie. came to Qs house at 20.30. talked a little bit. fell a sleep in Qs bed. woke up round 23.30. went home. not much of a company! sorry!

i´ve got a text that made me very very happy from a boy called M today. thats just all i call him, M. i cant pronounce his name properly, so he is just M to me. havent heard from him for months and his text was very very sweet. then i anserwed and then he wrote something about when my roomies are going away and when he can "see my room."
all boys are really the same. they just want to fuck you. i dont put any valuation in that tho. sometimes i can be the same. (like with that modelguy! still my mission!)

to make up for old mistakes

monday, the start of a new week and a new month.
today have i been trying to do as good things as possible. first of all, i went to school, which is quite good, since it was a while ago that i was there, my teacher even started calling me. but it was all fine!
i have been eating really good, only healthy things. (breakfast, a banana, lunch, two plums, supper, a falafel wrap)
and i have been drinking lots and lots of water, my skin gets veery upset while partying and not washing away make up, so im trying to drink as much as possible during the week, cus i know i dont do it over the weekend.
and i have been tidying my room, which was such a mess! it took me like hours to get rid of all diet coke bottles, old clothes, sewing things, tissues, papers, shoes, magazines, books, make up, beer cans, etc etc that was lying around everywhere.
totaly feel like a new person!

I am not a robot

I like this pic cus it looks like I have cheekbones extraordinaire. I don't.
Really have to get myself I camera. like, a real camera!

sunday night

ooh, i think that the french artist-guy is comming to london soon! oh so lovely! was suppose to meet up with him last saturday, i think it was, but the last i heard from him was a text saying "im so so sorry.. a joint just killed me. im in my bed!" that is just hilarious! his back in paris now, but will be here next saturday again! i love the fact that we are e-mailing each other, it feels so retro!

this weekend:

have i found a new favourite food and wine store. 3 bottles of wine for 5 pounds. thats what i call a bargain! its gonna feel so wierd to go back to sweden again, where you at least have to pay like 6 pounds for 1 bottle.

have i not completed my mission.... unfortunately.

did i see my favourite blogger for the moment, on the bus to liverpool street. he was so fucking cute, but so much shorter then i thought! i wish that i wasent such a coward and that i had started talking to him.

have i got shouted at by two toilet men for occupying the toilet on two differente places. one of them was really really agressive. he tried to jump in to our toilet. me and Q where just laughing, as usual.

have i sent the bitchiest text ever.... round 4.30 in the night/morning. i just love being a bitch sometimes.