I catch myself thinking, it is 24 C and sunny outside and here I am, sitting inside and freezing, that is insane. I guess, being brought up in mostly darkness, sun is always gonna be considered a luxury you have to take care of. So I actually decided to take my book and go to the park. I'm not really doing anything else, got a little annoyed with not finidn anything in googlemaps and outlook giving me trouble for no reason at all. I just feel like I have nothing to do here. ¨

I really need something to do and to get out of this place. I do my job, but it is not to much and even though I'm going to Fuengirola next week, I'm starting to feel a little trapped here. And I feel that my blogging is just getting more boring... that usual.

Qoute - American Dad

I'm listening to the radio right now, it's really nice. They are discussing the risk of taking nude pictures, when an angry ex publish them online and spread them to friends. That sucks big time, when people don't get their way everything they previously said and promise doesn't mean a thing. Selfish people, I hope I never would turn like that, not that I have any pictures like that on my ex and noone has picutres like that on me so I will never find out if anyone of them would be cabable of doing such a thing.

Around eight in the evening Mr. M came around and we had a walk around the city. There's a park acroos the street from the busstop I go from when I go to his place and I wanted to check it out. After we went back and forht in that park three times we decided to get something to eat, so we went ot a tapas bar. I had torro (I think it is) which is my new favourite soup. It is a red very thick vegetable soup and I love it. After that we went back to my place and he had to go to met up with some old friends and I rediscovered the gadgets in windows vista.

Qoute from Black Books, Bernard in his essence

Nothing has happende and I haven't moved outside of my room, exepct for heating up my coffe and making lunch. But on the bright side, I did a lot of work and tomorrow I'm gonna call a lot of people and next week I'm gonna spend probably a whole day in Fuengirola.

After a cup  (actually a plastic glas) of coffe and some hours talking to my mom I feel that I am on top of my job. I can brag with overworking myself but as I mentioned before, it's not like I get an overachiever salary either. I spend most of my time on facebook, right now I'm trying to figure out how to invite people to a group without being friends with them, if that is possible at all. I mean, I don't min knowing the Scandinavians that lives here but I'm not sure if I want them to be a part of my facebook friends (even though my friendlist kind of say that I'm not really cheap with accepting friends).
I like being on Facebook and snoop around in other peoples lifes, some people have stuff that actually happens, other people have actual opinions and interesting news to publish and then there are those who doesn't really have something interesting going on, neither outside or inside of their skull. I can not really say that I am a really fascinating person myself but atleast I try to be grammatical correct when I write. My blogs, for instance, is one of (actually, the only one) my efforts (effort) to be better in English (I hope my Swedish are good) because I would really like to be able to be a journalist in both languages. I don't mind the internet lancuage either, a way of speeding things up and get to say more in less space, a perfectly natural development. And the writing of it's own dialect of the writing as you speak method are both ways I think gives more personality to a text but some of the things I read in Facebook are neither of those. They are just bad language and foremost bad grammar, so bad grammar. A lot of times, I am temped to correct them, but I feel that I am not a 60 year old teacher with nothing better to do, yet....
I have to admit that even so, I am the one who reads this and annoyed over the language, so I guess that I am the one with the least to do in my life. I mean, c'mon, there's like a hundred billion better thing to than sit on Facebook, seriously, man!

Down to business....

Yes, I got lost in the Farmville djungel ;)

Well, when I got back after egin at a meeting where I was compeltely silent I found my clothes soking wet in some plastic boxes and the floor like a small pool.... someone opened the door to the washer machine and let everything out. Not entirly his fault when I didn't really start the machine in a right way in the first place and not entirly my fault either cus there shouldn't be possible to open it when it is still washing...

Well, my room during the big cleaning....

God morning. I strongly tried to get my butt out of bed at nine but it insisted on staying there to around ten. Since then, I actually put some clothes in the washer machine, called and confirmed a meeting and opened an excel document for my Spancom clients... I have to be out of the house around 12:40 so hopefully I will mangage to get something more done. Right now, I'm eating breakfast and searching seriesyonkis for anything good that I haven't seen.

Okay, first night alone in new room. Iäve spend the entire day in front of the computer and not really doing anything useful. But tomorrow is a new and bright day when I'm gonna do lots and lots of stuff...... I hope.

Finally, I got the stupid outlook to work. Cus obviously it wouldn't work as a charm once I got it installed either (obviously) but after some thinking I suceeded to figure out the problem (I could recive emails but not send any) and I customized the outgoung and the ingoing email settings seperatly and it worked. I feel like genius! I always feel like a genius when I solve a problem related to microsoft office.

I currently have four mosquito bites in my face... doesn't feel to good but what can I do about it, people are probably gonna assume that it's some kind of teenager skin I'm working on, which makes me in the age they think I am in anyway. But the mosquito thing is getting annoying, it never seem to end, every morgning when I wake up, I have atleast two new mosquito bites. My way of dealing with them is to sratch a hole on them, then they start scrathing for a while, not the best method, I know, but they itches like hell.

It was defenitly too long ago since I worte my last entry. But since then, I mangage to move all my stuff into my room, clean the hell out of it, got in order, went out partying with the apartment buddies, had the worst hangover ever and started a new facebook group in the name of my job.

I had my meeting with Damore life and it seems like he was just confused. I can understand that because it's a kind of messy offer I'm giving him. But I really hope that he will pick up on it because I would really like to do a radioshow with that subject. I guess that it is mostly about living "right" and taking care of yourself rather than stuff yourbody with chemicals. I like chemicals and have a few I believe has the cure for everything but I also have my personal cures that works just fine for me. For example, when I have a cold I don't do anything else than drink hot tea with honey and constantly eating honey. I got this idea that sugar gives quick energy and that is exactly what you need when you have a cold, well, atleast I do, I get insanly tired. It can of course me all in my head but what do that matter, as long as I get healthy again, right? I know my friends eat white pepper corns and garlic, so everyone have their own personal cures and as long as they work, there's no need to change them, regardless of why they work.

Well, now I feel a little more relaxed regarding the radio. I guess I can go back to Malaga again...

The quote is from Simpson,when Homer works from home because he is to fat to work at the factory

I'm at the radiostation. Don't realy hanything yet, my main reasons for being here is to pick up my business cards  have a meeting with someone who might want to advertise in the radio. Right now, the latter doesn't look good, he send me an email yesterday saying that the other swedish radio gave them an offer to. That really sucks and between you and me, I hear that they don't even have a license to air radio. But that's only between you and me...

the qoute is from Phoebe in Friends, her answer to Ross question to help him move out (first or second episode if I remember correctly)

Today, after getting the keys for my apartment :) we decided to pay IKEA a visit, because of the most nasty pillow and bed blanket I've ever seen. I kind of felt a litte regretful that I didn't bring the stuff I bought in U.S from U.S, it was very good stuff, bought at Walmart (I miss my pillows, almost as much as everything else), I mean, I payed for overwight anyway...and I kind of regret not taking my cow blanket from home with me. I have no idea where I got that thing, but I like it. If I'm making my mom sending me stuff, I'm defenitly putting the blanket in there. Anyhow, the blankets were kind of expensive but I did get a pillow for 4,95 something. Other than that, IKEA is always a treat and I think I had the most fun in the food store at the end.

Okay, so today I'm gonna move into my own room in an apartment of Erasmus students. Move in and move in.... I miss my things a lot, I haven't seen them in over a year, they are all (most of them atleast) tucked in in poxes in my parents cellar. A part of me really wants to move in to an apartment and organize the furniture and making everything look nice and matching, I wanna listen to my cd's and watch my movies, I wanna have all my hobbies close by so that I can scrapbook, knit, paint or do whatever at any time I want.