A foxy blog about my scandalous adventures in grad school in Uppsala, Sweden. I think about history things a lot. I like to sleep, drink coffee, and I listen to terrible pop music, namely Turbo Folk and the music of the Eurovision song contest! I like to complain a lot. I commonly blog about Swedish/Uppsala things, Canadian/Edmonton things, Sherlock BBC things, Detroit Red Wings things, and whatever I feel like. My feels live here. My body is 50% whine, 50% wine. Deal with it.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
YOU ARE AWFUL, PETRA. Get off the STAGEEEEEEEeeeEEE.
*Sigh*
Ignore this coffee related post
The lid to my coffee mug isn’t in the dish rack.
It isn’t in the sink.
It’s not ANYWHERE.
I’m just going to sit here on the floor and cry about it because of reasons.
UPDATE: Some one put it up with the new blender. I swear to GOD I’m going to MURDER that some one.
Things I’ve broken this week
- iPhone screen (cracked in the top corner from a drop. Have to wait two freaking months to get a new one since they won’t exchange them here because it was bought in Canada. Fucking what the fuck Apple. The worst was wasting a whole fucking DAY going to this dumbfuck shopping centre in Stockholm when Apple Sweden TOLD ME they could exchange it. Of course they couldn’t. Fucking typical.)
- Dessert bowl (Left it too close to the edge of the dishwasher, fell and shattered when I opened it.)
- Blender (The plastic part cracked when I tried to make a smoothie for lunch today)
- My will to fucking finish this awful paper and this boring term.
I am looking up apartments again and I WANT THIS ONE FOR THE WASHROOM. Oh my GOD the BATHTUB. The WINDOW. It is so BEAUTIFUL, I am crying. The bedroom looks really AWFUL with that colour and the kitchen is meh but the bathroom makes me want to weep.
I want this. SO.MUCH.
It’s that critical time of the day where I’m hungry and sleepy, and thus unfocused, but I don’t know if I want to subject myself to the food here.
Uggghhh. Why is the restaurant here so AWFUL.
I miss HUB mall so MUCH sometimes. I never thought I’d say that but good LORD I would just KILL for a fucking bagel or cheap Chinese food.
Urgrhrhrr
I’m BORED. Everyone ELSE is ENGAGED. Why can’t *I* just be engaged??? It’s so BORING out here in NOWHERE LAND!!
Highly suspicious (now) that my friend’s acceptance to grad school is an April Fool’s joke
Who would JOKE about something like that??
I dont want to go to the archives. I just want to sit and blog at the McDonalds at the train station. Ugghh….
Going To Stockholm
Ugh when i got on the train i took what i THOUGHT was a free seat. Turns out the Girl was just in the washroom and came out and just nicely moved her things over rather than telling me to move. I am dying of embarassment right now…whhhyyyy didnt i think twice about the bag hanging by the seat??
