When people call me weird which is a lot

 

///SWEET LIKE RIPPING OFF THE HEADS OF YOUR ENEMIES AND HOISTING THEM ONTO PIKES AND LETTING FORTH A BLOODCURDLING CRY TO CALL YOUR ARMIES TO BATTLE, *THAT* SWEET

HEAT

I woke up three o'clock at night and it's still hot as fuck. That summer isn't even here makes me worried.
On Monday we head......abroad. Not sure I can write where we are going since apparently my father-in-law uses the net for three things: Trotting/winning money, reading the news and sneaking on my blog. Haha, oh man.

Either way going makes me haz a super excited feeling. YAY!
//Writing this made me sweaty/Moving makes me sweaty/Breathing makes me sweaty/Louise

Update in health

Since I'm working so much I don't have time for working out...like always. But whatever. I've tried using virgin coconut oil instead of olive oil in my food and I think my skin is clearing up more and more. I recommend it if you like coconut flavor.
There'ss plenty of health benefits as well. But you have to google that yourself.
Ok. A couple of nice things to read about the coconut
///Louise

From yesterday's dinner/night feast/whatever. Salad, vegetables and cheese.

Posting things of my food <3

STRESS

Less than one hour to the final exam of my stressful yet needed grade in Naturkunskap2 (I have no idea of its name in English but it's more or less about the Eco system). Now I'm sitting here with such back ache and sore eyes from writing so much jibber jabber about....jibber jabber.
/Louise

When you're not supposed to think about

...ghosts....
Had a rough time sleeping at work so thought I'd bring a book. This time I went for swedish horror.
One night out in gothenburg and I claimed this masterpiece of short horrifying stories.  I remembered the old times.  Buss rides back and forth.  Almost sleeping in parks.  Too many cigarettes.  Hairspray and dark makeup. Desperation and sweat.
And all I got was this lousy book. Ehm. Kidding.  Can't say I miss that sweaty, hairspray sticky time at all.
The book I got from a girl.  I think she was one of the "popular" ones of the gang. Not much to add there. I didn't feel part of that group of people at all. Just an observer.  Observing. Nah, I'm not denying I did some dumb shit but rolling around in my own piss, I didn't.
Anyhow. The book.
Short stories about all kinds of evil. Scary as shit.
From two o'clock to five I lied there, forcing my eyes shut. Scared and sweaty.  "What if there is something in the hallway? I thought I heard something. "
When a breeze of wind touched one of my feet, I thought I'd shit myself.
///Louise

Hello peeps

So, what's been up lately other than work?
Nothing, really. Aaah, shit. I have two classes left but no time for any of them. In about a week or so, we're travelling abroad and that's all I'm going to tell you.
For my eye lashes I'm using this mascara called manga eyes. I bet you've heard about it.
///Louise

Brittany Furlan - genius

///Louise

Kan de som kämpar för att få använda rasism bara erkänna att de är rasister? Eller helt enkelt tänka efter och sluta.

Jag vet inte hur konversationen om just "negerboll" kom upp på praktiken men den blossade upp som en majbrasa när jag i all enkelthet förklarade att mina kollegor måste vara rastister som använder det ordet (plus många andra rasistiska begrepp) i vardagstal plus lär ut det till sina barn med argumentet "det är något vi alltid har sagt".
Yttrandefrihet, nu hoppas jag att alla här som läser vet vad det är. Du har rätten att yttra dig.
Och då:
Är det inte ganska självklart att det finns andra parter som reagerar negativt (eller positivt for that matter) när du yttrar dig och du får mot- (eller för-) argument för det du just sagt?
Är det inte ganska självklart att när du använder dig av ett rasitiskt begrepp att någon reagerar?

Eller är det så att Ulricehamns Kommun är "YttrandefrihetsChristiania" och du kan komma undan med allt du säger?
Nä.



Så jävla puckat när de säger att jag inte kan påverka någonting när jag just startade en majbrasa...
///Louise