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There is something very funny with going outside with flip-flops and a t-shirt when the temperature is below zero and there's snow on the ground. It was only to take out the trash, but it's a funny thought all the same. Come to think of it - flip-flops are probably the smartest type of shoes there are. I mean, in the summer you wear them without ruining the soles of your feet and still keep cool. In rain you don't soak your shoes - mostly because there's no shoe to soak through, but still... and in winter you could wear them to make a fashion statement. I am hip. I am cool. I make my own rules. You might risk freezing your feet though and turn them black, but it's worth it in the end, isn't it? I mean, for the statement. Isn't it?

Wanted

There are a lot of weird commercials out there. I once saw one about a puppy gliding across several floors in a house without being able to stop and finally being stopped by a pack of tissue paper. After some rather intensive searching for the past several minutes - aswell as an "oh, that's probably Andrex" from Mr. England - I've found out that the advert does indeed belong to Andrex. Sadly I can't find it and it's a shame because it could be one of the best adverts I've ever seen. And I've watched a lot of TV. My whole day used to be planned to the TV-guide. The point was that where some commercials are good, others are so bad that they completely fail to convey their message. We have one here now about a wallpaint called "Lady colour". Not only does is it come in horrible colours (navy blue or beige), but it doesn't reflect. The funny thing here is that it's a matt paint and, speaking for an expert perspective, if a matt paint reflects... then it's a REALLY BAD MATT PAINT! It's like saying "Our new orange juice! Now without pears!" - well duh. I just don't get it. I really don't. Maybe it's just me though - maybe this is a fantastic paint that brings out the woman in you or something.

Now, to end this on a happier note - the Andrex puppy:



Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life?

Fantasy and reality

The Swedish Eurovision really has gone downhill in the later years. And with "later years" I mean since the turn of the century. (Haha, how cool is it to be able to say "turn of the century" and not be 200 years old?) Point is that the songs are always about pain and suffering or walking a lonely road or being in love and happy. What happened to the lyrics that mattered? What happened to the stuff that used to be important? Here is my idea for next year's entry.

I went down to the supermarket
Was gonna buy some
milk and butter and bread
but they were out of bread
(they were out of bread)
why was there no bread?
(they were out of bread)

I went down to the baker's
to see if there was some bread
but he was out of bread
(he was out of bread)
yea, he really had no bread
(no, he was out of bread)

I went up to my neighbour's
to see if she had bread
but she wasn't at home
(no, she was away)
yea, she was away
(no, she wasn't at home)

My sandwhich will be boring
because I have no bread
(there is no bread)
because I have no breeeeeeeeead
(no bread)
No breeeeeee-heeee-heeeeeeeeeeeee-head
(no bread)

Yes, I can totally see this being a hit. Remember where you heard it first. Inside your head.

Icecream with noodles and chocolate!

There are several things that bug me right now. The first one is this stupid spell-check that this writing zone uses which results in almost every word being accompanied with a nice red line. Not because I spell wrong, oh no, but because I don't write in Swedish. I mean, come on - who speaks Swedish anyway?

The second thing is the annoying feeling I get every time I fail an exam. Not because I failed, but because it feels like I'm a no-good who can't manage anything. Of course, I know this isn't true - I speak several languages and I managed to score a hottie, a job and an apartment. So of course I'm not a good-for-nothing-loser. Of course I know that. It's just that when I'm sucked into the world of studies and grades it seems like it's the most important thing in the world. That letter. On that paper. Without it I am nothing. Without it I suck. Fuck you paper. There, I said it. And it felt fucking fantastic!

Number three on my list of bile is Twilight. Or more specific - a part of the movie that really annoys me. Bella Swan, the leading lady, has a computer and a connection to the interwebs. She uses said connection to find a bookstore so she can get a book with legends. I mean, really? If you have a computer and a connection to the interwebs - why would you get a book? Especially if it's just research? I get it if you want to turn off all the electronics and such and cuddle up under the cover somewhere, but for research? I just don't get it.

On a good note - Gary Oldman. Best. Actor. Ever. No idea who he is? Okay... he plays the cop in the new Batman-movies, he plays the meanie in The Fifth Element and he plays Sirius Black in the Harry Potter-movies. If it's not good that you don't know it's him, then I don't know what is.

"Don't make me run! I'm full of chocolate!"

Homer Simpson: Oh, forget it, dad. You're not with it.
Abraham Simpson: I used to be with it.
Then they changed what 'it' was.
It happened to me and it's gonna happen to you too!

A part of me sometimes wonder if I'm emotionally detached from other people. Like when I don't really care about their problems or just spend the time being constantly mentally high. It's a bit weird really, the mentally highness, because you never really stop. You're happy just by waking up in the morning, you're happy when you see sunlight, you're happy you have plants that grow... You get the point, right? It gets a bit stupid after a while. Not to mention how incredibly time consuming it is. I mean, you spend so much time in your happiness that you sort of forget to do other stuff. Important stuff. You know, the stuff. Don't get me wrong, it's wonderful to be happy, but I just can't help wonder...

It runs deep!

Do you know what I really dislike? Shortcuts. At least when it comes to knowledge. I believe in hard work. Of course... now I sort of wish I could just cram the understanding of statistics into my head with a simple button. It's not that I don't really get it, because I sort of do. It's just that every time I have a heureka-moment and think that Yes! I get it! I realise that I don't and that I'm really far away from the right answer. It's incredibly frustrating. Not to mention annoying. Oh statistic - why can't you be easy to understand like the Black Plague? Ah, but, you say, the Black Plague increased rather rapidly. Almost... exponentially one might say. Statistics show that... And then of course I stop listening and go back to how much I really dislike mathematics. Damn you statistics!

Now... how many chocolate eggs can ten people eat under a period of one year and how many do they eat from a mean-value-point-of-view?

flowers

I like candy. Sweets. Godis. I'm a really big fan of all of these, so here's an idea.

Monsters throughout history - Now in chocolate!

I mean, it's perfect and it hasn't been done before. All those horrible dictators as a tiny, edible version filled with some form of goo or mouse or cream.

Bite their heads off!
Let them have it for a change!

I can't believe no one has come up with this before. It's a winner! I know loads of people who would buy it including myself. I mean, chocolate...

Rasputin filled with cherry liqueur!
Goebbels mixed with hazelnuts.
Jack the Ripper in nougat!
Moussolini in white chocolate!

It would bring people together. It would be a great ice-breaker at parties!

Discussing recent events and ventilating your hate for your leader?
Well, now you can literally bite off his head!

It can't fail. Now... do we fill Hitler with cream, mousse, caramel or do we leave him hollow?