I'll be in my room, if anyone needs me
Btw, on Tuesday I'm doing the exam for the language school. I'm finally learning spanish (after a few months here) and before I start classes I have to take a test, so that they see what kind of level I'm on. I can say now that the test is gonna show level zero... (but hopefully its gonna improve, I am after all, paying money for it)
Quote - Lisa Simpson (And before that it has been Penny and Leonard from The Big Bang Theory
I'm gonna attend "Escuela oficial de idiomas de Malaga" and hopefully I get back to you, saying that it is awseume :)
Quote - Lisa Simpson (And before that it has been Penny and Leonard from The Big Bang Theory
No, there's not, they are synonyms
I just walked/ran about seven kilometers, it's the third time in thirteen days. It feels really good, I haven't been truly exercising since before I went to the U.S. Sure, I went to the gym a couple of times but not enought for calling it excersie.
I just had lunch and are sitting with my coffe. I still can't drink particulary strong coffee and here it is really hard to know what kind of coffe you buy. It is not made in a coffee maker either, it's made on the stove in something I don't know what it is called. So all coffee is too strong for me.
The resturants have cafe americana, which is cafe solo with boiled water. Cafe solo is like expresso, very strong coffee (but don't tell either the spanish or the italian, cus they would say it's a huge difference) Here the coffe is defined in how much milk you have in it. Cafe solo is with out, Cafe con leche is with half milk and then you have more and more milk until you until get a drop of coffe.
Disgusting if you ask me, I'm not a milk fan. And, here, the milk is not considered something fresh in the grocery store. It's located in roomtemperature and you can buy them in six packs. The good news is that they have lactose free milk (I'm lactoseintolerante) but I can't stop wondering why the milk doesn't have to be in the fridge...
There's a difference between being a jerk and being an ass
The reasons why I haven't updated my blog are many. The main one is because I'm really lazy and I have some kind of age crisis. I want to say that it has something to do with me just turning 26, but honest to say, it's probably the 25 year crisis dragging itself out. Or maybe I'm just in a general crisis.
I've always got compliments for knowing what I want to do "when I grow up", people have told me that they don't know what they wanna do in their lifes and they just see days passing by without actually achieving something and that they are jelous of me for knowing. That I know what I wanna do and that I have a goal and I'm gonna accomplish something...
Truth to tell, I never knew what I wanna do. Sure, I always said so and I've always had a lot of arguments for it. But that's more quality I have (to argument for something and find reasons) rather than a wish. The only thing I ever actually wanted to do is to move away from home. How, where and why was not important at all, as long as i got as far as I could from that place.
I didn't make it to far, the first five years.. and then, a year across the pond, where I relized that I really don't wanna be a teenager anymore, journalism is not what I thought it was and I don't know what I wanna be.
There's so many thingsI would do different if i could do them all over again. And, I'm gonna try. My aunt once told me that I'll probably stay in school forever. She's more than right, I will work my ass off, as long as I get to stay in school.
I'm a bit ashamed of not knowing what I want to do anymore, since it feels like it has been liked. It feels like I'm disapointing them. And I feel like my new area of interest is not for me, that I don't know how to and I shouldn't pretend that I do. The very infamous Jante, is a close friend of mine.
I didn't want to write until I was sure of my new path in life. Not to say that I entierly given up on my journalistic dreams. It's more to say that the thing I always wanted is to do something that people like and that makes them think, and as a journalist you can do that, but there are many other ways too.
I've started up drawing and I want to learn photshop and illustrator. I know a lot of people that knows how to do those things a lot better than me. But I'm thinking that it shouldn't stop me from trying.
And, to be serious, a journalist who tend to faint in tense situations are probably not the best one.
There's a difference between being stupid and acting stupid
I love it when people read my blog and I love it even more when they comment. As any person in the media, I'm in the field to get attention from others and to get to know that I am good in what I'm doing. At the same time, I hate being the center of attention (I don't trust many individuals in a big group) which probably gives me the some kind of a writers title, when I have the feeling that any writer suffer from this paradox (leave me alone and pay attention to me at the same time) I do like to hear critizism aswell (not to say, I listen to it) to know what I am bad at so that I can improve it because in the end, I want people to read what I write and enjoy it. I try to write what I would like to read but I guess that my life is a lot more interesting to me than to others.
Quote - Lenoard TBBT (The big bang theory)
However, thank you everyone that is reading!
Quote - Lenoard TBBT (The big bang theory)
Oh, snap!
Sorry folks for not updating at all... the thing on my mind right now are christmas present and some emails I don't want to write. There's this event that I need to ask if I can participate for handing out flyers. The ones who are having it are the newpaper I eralier this year applied to. I'm quite sure that they are gonna be snobbish about it and think they and their event is to important for me to be on. There's a lot of that going on here.
The quote is from Joy in My name is Earl
I want to point out that most people are really nice and want to help out with my work of spreading the word about Spancom. But the ones who are too important for it seem to be of a higher number than usual. I really hate it when people ask me who the hell I am and why am I here. Sometimes it feels like they are not asking me in my position of work but actually asking why I personally are there breathing their air.
I changed my mind about changing my wardrobe. First of all because I rahter pay my debts, second of all I can't trhow out stuff that is perfectly fine and third and probably the most important, I really like my style and is actually now starting to get it right.
I'm thinking about more useful entries, that actually make sense for the theme of the blog. It's coming soon, as soon as I get that damn email written.
Btw, it seems like my bosses thinks I'm doing a good job. I'm glad, my education was not for nothing after all (it's not maning to be sarcastic, I mean it.
The quote is from Joy in My name is Earl
Nu skulle det vara skönt med en öl och en bastu någonstans
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. ¨
The qoute is from a comedy sketch called "ensamseglaren" (the lonely sailor) and I remember to write that in the end of a blogpost when being in US and I remember the feeling I had, the feeling of just wanting to go home, to how it was, to my friends and my dorm and my courses and everything that I had at home and that was gone by then. Now, as you all know, that feeling is for US instead. And I sure hope this feeling is gonna come next year to, for this place andthe people here. It is a lot easier to go to Sweden from here than from US but it is not to travel in distance I want to, I want to travel in time and the sam goes for last year, the distance scared me, but the time moving scared me even more.
Anyway, I'm gonna take my book and go to the park and read (actually, the same thing my mom adviced me to do, last year)
Sayonara, baby
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.
I heard at the radio that they made a berry out of wild strawberries and strawberries.. but that kind og goes against what I believed that strawberries was just big wild strawberries.
Qoute - Terminator in Spanish (the English speaking/non dubbing world know it as Hasa la vista, baby)
I think my mushroom just moved
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.
What makes me a little angry is when other people say, "blame yourself", and I am certain that it is other people, that has never beeen though something like that is saying that and people who publish picutres of themselfes and think that nude pictures is the same thing as a drunken picture (that the person thinks is really, really cool) that doesn't have any understadning of that people is different.
As a journalist I gard the freedom of speech like the right to breathe but there is in fact a law that say that you are not allowed to bring down someones honor (like after someone is dead and that sort of stuff) and I honestly think that if someone spreads pictures of you that you don't want to spread, that law should apply, because if that is not a violation to your honor, what is.. ?
Today I'm making my dreadful calls...
Qoute - How I met your mother
What did you tell her, she thinks I'm the fucking renaissance
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
Vista get a lot of crap of everyone (including me, I shall not hide that) but I do adore the gadgets in the sidebar. I've discovered more than once gadgets that I must have. Last time (before the big cleansing, again) I discovered the gmail tells you when you have a mail gadget that made a ring or something when you got a mail in your gmail, perfect for those who rather have their computer tell them when they get an email to the email they actual use and not outlook. This time I downloaded SR gadget (the radiostation in Sweden) that allows me to listen to Swedish radio even though I'm not in Sweden, how awseume is that? And I downloaded a cute little notepad to remember me stuff with :) and a language translator but it doesn't really work to good, when it has no idea what word you just written it just answers you with the same one (so let's say it works like the Bonnier's dictonaries)
Qoute from Black Books, Bernard in his essence
You never forget how to fight, it's like beating up a bicycle
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.
I listened to a Swedish radiostation, P3, the morning show (after a tip from a friend) about Farmville and other thigs. I really like listening to the radio and I would like to work at one, one day.
Tantrum!!!!!!!
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!
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!
Qoute from How I met your mother (or as in Spanish Cómo Conocí A Vuestra Madre)
God morning USA, I got a feeling this is gonna be a wonderful day
Down to business....
Intro American dad
An irritating truth
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...
The thing is that I thought it was ready and opened it and some water poured out so I closed it again and started it again, but it didn't do anything so I turned the button all the way around to the start again and it started all over again, I figured it would be fine... but, well, the mess spoke for itself when I got home. The clothes has obviously been on the floor as well, cus they were not clean. From now on, I'm taking my dirty ones to Mr. M's house and do my washing there (unless the machine get fixed)
Quote from Lisa Simpson, the Simpsons movie
Ay caramba
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.
It feels a bit wierd being by myself going to bed. It was a motnh ago since last time.
But seriously, tomorrow, down to business. I have a lot of boirng stuff to take care of and if I do, I will be migthy proud of myself.
Of course, ever since I got the idea of writing all the stupid movie/ sitcom quotes I have in my head, they are all gone. The one for now is though one of Bart Simpsons famous sayings.
Pölsa has no fear, but he has a lot of beer
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.
Well, now I am sitting in my room and I am supposed to do some work and I know exaclt what to start with, but it is slooooow. Atleast I did some work and atleast I am actually sitting in my room. I have no idea what to do for tonight... I guess I will see.
For now, I'm thinking to watch another episode of Two and a half men, uploading pictures to my blog or maybe go through all the magazines and newspapers for my job.....
hm
the quote is Pölsa in Smala Sussie, Swedish movie, well worth seeing
This is gonna be legen- wait for it and I hope you're not lactose intolerant cus here it comes- da(i)ry
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.
I was trying to set up my outlook email yesterday and obviously the sultan from hell (microsoft office paper clip help) made everything difficult. So, I'm still working on that stupid email account. It is not that I don't know how to do it, it is just impossible to get to do it and if I do it, the paper clip doesn't agree with that and has to interfere and make evrything complicated. The stupid paper clip is worse than the iWay.
So, I was thinking (wandering around in my mind) when I was doing some dishes. Recently I discovered that I kind of like doing the dishes, (I said recently) cus it gives me some time to reflect over things. And I love reflecting over things. This time I kind of came to the conclusion that intelligent and smart is a confusing thing and according to me, they are not the same. To be intelligent is to have a logical skill (there are different kind of intelligents but this is I guess the first one) and that has nothing to do with being smart. I mean, even an elephant can count but how many would say an elephant is smart? It's like that guy that can talk to the dogs that everyone loves so much, everyone is saying that he is so incredible smart, but I haven't seen him doing a mathcalculation ever. Smart is something that qualify more than just a skill, smart is how you use the skills you have. A smart person uses his/her skills in a good way, while a stupid person kind of don't....
Then I have a theory on why intelligent and smart is confused as the same, but I if I say that, people are gonna stop reading my blog.
Tv- series is one of my favourite things and while others know the bird way to Rome I know what Homer Simpsons say or why a particular punch line is funny. While I don't believe knowing the bird way to Rome ever would come in handy tv- series knowledge doesn't really either provide a useful source of information but I kind of like it and I always srtuggle with what to write in that empty square so I thought, why not use this knowledge to something useful.
The quote is from "How I met your mother" and is currently one of my favourite (even though I think "Big Bang" has the first place) and this is kind of Barneys' motto in the first season.
But mostly, they are inerupting our partying
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.
It´s not a lot but still.
I have pictures that I´m gonna post and the more time I spend in my room, the more time I´m gonna spend blogging. It´s gonna feel a little like U.S. Mostly being in my room, writing my blog and talking to Mr. M on skype is gonna feel like U.S. Then there´s a huge part that doesn´t feel like U.S....
The quote is from Madagascar, if you don´t know it see the movie!!!
"To start, press any key" Where's the any key?
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
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 wish I could but I don't want to...
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)
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)
There's actually a difference between stupid and intelligent
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.
Obviously what I do is more important than my stuff and I rather be here than in an apartment with all my stuff. But I still miss them.
Other than that, it feels like I have a lot to do today. I have to finish my list, print and sign my contract refill my workphone and email all of that to my boss. I have to call Anna from the radiostation to hopefully catch a ride with her tomorrow. I have to pack and move... and that is actually pretty much it, so it is not much at all. But suddenly everything feels like it is happening at the same time. Oh, and I have get the content of my computer back from Mr. M's computer.
No, I'm not never getting a mac (I guess Manu is the anonymous one) I want to do things my way, not the iway.. ;)
Thank ya'll for the compliments of my article :D
From now on there's gonna be more pictures, I promise!
