Working out, anyone?

Latest update on my body.
No work-outs, no control of my food intake.
Long walks in high heels.
Oh, summer.

Hasta luego,
Louise

About this weekend

Jag brukar tycka att livet är ganska okej när det maratonspringer till helgen. Skynda mera, tänker jag. Men att det maratonspringer över helgen också, är mindre härligt.

Till exempel, den här helgen. Vad gjorde jag egentligen mellan torsdags våta fylla och nu när jag sitter här på en sketen Söndag?

Jag tror pusselbit A bestod av att jag vaknade hos Madde och var i stort behov av en dusch. Kort därefter var jag i full mundering påväg mot Jönköping. Som alltid.

Pusselbit B var definitivt ett kärt återseende. ÄNTLIGEN träffade jag J. Känts sådär som tusen år sedan sist och allt börjar riktigt bra med mycket kaffe och tjöt. 

Vidare till pusselbit C som bestod av att my man dök upp och fick träffa some of my friends plus delikat mat. Mat SKA alltid vara med i ekvationen för en bra kväll. Mitt liv kretsar kring mat. Mat är en statisk faktor i mitt liv. Sade jag mat?

(Här hoppar jag till nästa dag men innan så var det en cykeltur på en pakethållare. Kändes som SOMMAR... nu ljuger jag. Har ont som fan i ljumskarna)

Pusselbit D, upp fort som satan på morgonen och köra med full gas och växla till "göra sig i ordning för husfest". Jag tror jag förstörde säkerligen 3 människors liv den kvällen. Eftersom när jag öppnar min käft för att möta ett argument så spelar det ingen roll om du så vore en vit kränkt man eller min stora idol. Kort sagt.

Pusselbit E misstänker jag föll ner när jag nosade in mig i D's fantastiska stasch och tänkte att nu vill jag inte gå men det gjorde jag ändå. 

Pusselbit F: Iron Man 3 och fan, nu är jag hemma.

Känns inte ok. Ville inte åka hem alls.

Hasta luego,

Louise

This is how shit gets down on a Thursday

 Ended up at Mudd's place for some easy-drinking and of course, the only open (not prebooked) pub in my hometown was boring as fuck (as usual) so we stayed at her place. Invited Alex and then the truth or dare was on. I have movies from these tasks but I'm afraid I'd get lynched if I post them.

Anyway. Here is my drunk face. I also have paper towels in my ears for those who are interested. Too add some spice to my life I took every challenge very seriously. If you, as one of my readers, got a text from me when shit got down: Don't be afraid. Be proud 'cause it was you I thought of.

Salut from wet Thursday,
Louise

You look really fit

Mierda.

Hasta luego,
Louise

Son mis ojos, son mis puños

Intriguing! Anyone seen it?

Amores Perros

Don't know how I found the movie, think I got it recommended by some site. A difficult love story kind of thing. Violencias, sangre y amor. Noticed that the soundtrack was mucho searched for. So obvioulsy I had to look it up.
Spanish rap among other things.
Reminds me of Alberto in Canfranc, the volunteer camp. The most soft-looking guy ever who played spanish rap when Liz, Linda and I got a ride to the bus station, the last day of camp. I joked around a bit about how rap isn't about anything else than violence, love and fuck the police. He just laughed and turned up the volume. Impressive.

Control Machete - Pesada

"Artillería pesada controlando
Artillería pesada el machete"

Hasta luego,
Louise

Tengo un saxofon, por favor señorita, Calma-te. Sí Señor!

Thank god for this. God bless.

La vida es un Carneval, people!

Hatar mitt liv just nu. Hatar att vara under isen. Försöker peppa med musik. Funkar vagt.

Hasta luego,

Louise

What day is it today? MONDAY? Fml.

Imagine dragons - It's time

Great song, en riktig hångellåt, but not in a great mood at all.
I'm fucking done with this (for now). Soon I'll just turn down everything about feelings and relationships. It's not bearable. *flipping table*

Hasta luego,
Louise

In combat

I hate waking up three in the afternoon. Fuck! Ruins my whole life. It's not even ok when you've been drinking the day before.
You hear that life? Not ok.

Well, at least not hung-over. My liver is still kicking all kinds of ass.

Hasta luego,
Louise

Updates on our Youth House, Sara Schwardt

Just a short resume of tonight's event @ the Youth House / UngdomensHus.
The writers name is namned Sara Schwardt and the book she's written is a collection of correspondence letters between Astrid Lindgren (famous Swedish writer) and herself.
Without giving away too much Sara was, as she said, a troubled young girl (troubled is not really the word for it but special isn't either. I'd say awesome since I believe I was as much of a girlgangster when I grew up but yeah I guess society wins this one) who held contact with Astrid her whole life, exchanging wisdom between them.
Philosophical enough for ya'll?
Anyway, I'd recommend reading the book. Especially if you don't understand your teenagers back home. Good luck to ya!

PS. I loved her dress. Gotta get me some leopard too.

Hasta luego,
Louise

Hold me pt2

I mentioned earlier about people you just bump into and as you get to know them, all of a sudden you ask each other, "Where have you been all my life?"
That's exactly what I feel with my dear friend Elaine. So positive and vibrant as a person. Much grown-up for her age but that's what I love about her. The project we were talking about this afternoon makes me smile. Something very exciting.
And maybe the best part about her - she listens too country!
Here is some amazing country for you and god knows I've danced in my cowboy boots to this. Imagine slowdancing in a sunset, you're leaning on your cowboy's arm and you're in love. Sweet Jesus on some cornbread and whiskey. Every now and then I get all dreamy about this. Those who've followed me for quite some time, knows that I have something for becoming a cowboy. My horse and I on the prairie, galloping in the yellow grass with no goal. The wind and somewhere far away you hear the ocean.
 

Brad Paisley - Southern Comfort Zone

Braid Paisley - Waitin' on a woman

One more. Just one more.

Braid Paisley - She's everything

Hasta luego cowboys,

Louise

Complaining, pt 827

Tuesday.
The apartment looks like shit.
No food.
My throat is filled with cancer.
I over-slept again.
No toothpaste left.

Jag antar att det är ok att ha sådana här dagar. Speciellt efter gårdagen.
Hasta luego,
Louise

...and since we are talking about family

Did I ever mention Jonathan? He'd gotten himself a kid. Congrats lovelies!
Here is some spicy music from my time in France.
Bonobo

And Lisa!
The moment on the terrace where she told me I was like a white version of her. I remembered that I laughed while smoking those hand-rolled cigarettes. Same spirit.
My hero.

Hasta luego,
Louise

My big, huge, fat, fantastic family

Now and then I think about my huge family. People that I've known for years or just those recent made friendships. How easily and accidentally you might find a new friend. By being out there and talking, not waiting for things to happen by themselves. A walk, during a quick coffee, moving to another town, trying something new, changing your life pattern. 

And all of them that I've lost since it didn't work out with the current boy. Fuck that. Here is a song that goes out too lost friends.

I got asked this afternoon about how I met my new guy and how to date/meet new people that might become interested in you. Never felt that I would be able to answer that question since my history is kind of torn already and like any other gal, I have my way with douchebags (wanting to say this in past tense but it will unfortunately always be accurate. Douchebags everywhere. So many douchebags. Douchebags).

"I'm not sure if I am able to answer this since I am what so ever no PRO when it comes to dating and becoming serious about it"

"But how did you do it?"

"Internetdating, get online, ask a fuckload of questions, use humor and yeah, that's it"

"Just that? I wouldn't be able to even write me a good profile"

"The thing is to be straight forward, maybe... You'll know. And if you don't click then whatever. Plenty of fish in the sea"

"Mm, right"

He'll sort things out. Fucking gorgeous boy.

What worries me is another friend of mine that is totally head over heals by a girl who's in a relationship. And he is obsessing over her. I bet she was in maybe every sentence he uttered whilst we were drinking coffee...for three hours. I'm not stoked by the idea since he'd probably get fucking A-classed burnt. 

Although that's also part of life. Gotta get burnt before getting cake. A whole lotta burnt even.

Hasta luego,

Louise

I don't like your normative attitude...

Why wait when you can get down on one knee and propose to the guy you're into? Propose relationship, that is.

I fucking love his face. I fucking love your face, you hear that?

Hasta luego,

Louise

You're picking me up. I like that.

By being the nervwreck that I am, I'm starting to realize that I'm healing quite slowly from my past relationship. I can't recommend anyone staying with a douchebag, sincerely advised by yours beloved, so stop that nonsense right now.
Well anyway.

It's Saturday. I'm going for the gym later. Yesterday I ran for 45 minutes. Thank you knee, I've missed running.

Soundtrack of today

Just a quick note to tell you guys that I'm still alive.
Hasta luego,
Louise

Being in 60's fashion

I'm not very fashionable as a person. I dress in what I like which means kind of strict clothes, one or maybe two colors combined. I love stripes but today's fashion I can't really handle. No, it shall be neat and tidy as meself.

Sometimes it means not showing off any boobs and sometimes there is a lot of bobbage going on. The 60's fashion is somewhat a love story of mine. How can this best be described in words? I fucking love an enormous hair-do á la Brigitte Bardot.

The bigger the better.

During one summer, I believe it was in the year of 2009, my hair was an up-do, red with green sideburns (the smaller section close to your ears. God knows, I would have dyed my sideburns of my beard if I would have had one. Do not doubt that) and I was attending a festival in Gothenburg. It was summer alright and fucking hot outside. I was so hot I even got filmed by some sort of television show (Five seconds of fame mudafuckas). 

I met a boy who turned into a good friend of mine just because of my hair. I got first in line to a toilet 'cause of my hair and a free drink 'cause of my hair. I was flying high with that hair. What have we learned of this, kids? The bigger the better!

Hasta luego,

Louise

Chris Daughtry. Oh yeah baby.

 Happi gurhl 2.0.

Yes,I'm holding wine. Don't be so judgmental. Still working on ma bootey and finally after a month or so, there is some budunkadonk too it.

Nothing more too report about code gym really. Keep it up!
Hasta luego,
Louise

Mad men, the new series

Did you tune in for the new season of Mad men last night?

I'm re-watching them all episodes for some good catching-up. 

Hasta luego,

Louise

Anger management

Most mornings are just great. You wake up beside a handsome, young lad. You've slept well. He hasn't. It doesn't matter. "You stay in bed, I'll just drink some coffee and play some games or whatever". He falls back into half-sleeping/half-peeping at me getting dressed.
Well then, coffee. Maybe I was a little too overconfident. I've encountered coffee machines before. They're not that complicated. Just add water too the tank, coffee discs, check and...wait.
Then I saw the machine. - insert soundtrack of Jaws-
It's a Tassimo. It hates me. Where does the disc go??

25 minutes, an instructionvideo and some pepptalks later I managed to make me a decent cup of coffee.
Fml.
No fuck you Tassimo for making my life so hard.

Hasta luego,
Louise

Gimme that!

What is played here at home.

How shit got realzzzz.

This is however nothing I listen too.

This was an useless post.

Hasta luego,
Louise

Forgive him 'cause he does not know what to do

Sometimes I just wish I still had contact with friends I've lost through the years. Well, not lost but slipped apart from or out-grown. Or yes, just started to hate one another. I wonder what they are doing now...

I would've liked to kept contact with one of my exes even. How awesome humor he had, still has. How driven he is in his work, I'm very impressed. How funny he looks. How kissing him was amazing. How I am the biggest creeper and just googled him. Shame on me.

Yes, this is an insane post. Why do I even bother to write about how awesome this person was and how I fucked it up? Shame on this post. Shame.

Here is a song to smoothen things out.

Why I love you - Jay-Z&Kanye

Hasta luego,

Louise

Half full or half empty?

I hate being sick. This spring has just been full of either sneezing or vomiting. Feels like I'm never going to be well. I miss Spain so much. How everything felt awesome. Not just sayin, but compared to this absolutely everything was great. I should write a book about how awesome it was. My memoirs 2.0.
 To make everything better I decided to watch a movie and randomly it became 50/50. For you who haven't seen it it's about a young man getting diagnosed with cancer.
The movie is not that deep. It's rather touchy at times but not that great. However, now, of course, I'm sitting here with cancer. Fucking great.

Hasta luego,
Louise