"Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star? We do! We do!"

I have a bit of a problem. You see, at late evenings and nights I like to have crisp bread (knäckebröd) with butter and cheese and a glass of milk (fat milk - I don't do light-shit). So yesterday I stocked my supply with cheese and milk and figured that since the cheese I usually have (Mansion - Herrgård in Swedish) doesn't taste very much I'll go with Gouda this time. Bad idea. All food that enters my mouth needs a minimum of taste. Gouda doesn't have a minimum of taste. I wish I knew that before I bought a really big cheese!

The exam in labour rights went amazingly well. I wasn't expecting anything else of course, but after last year's disaster I try not to hope. It's just better to be safe than sorry, but it did feel really good. To make a good day even better me and the people I play my silly computergame with got the end-boss to 38,2%. Imagining it, if you will, like really punching your boss up good. Or that annoying middle manager. We got him aswell. More people should definitely play computergames - it helps with aggression, haha.

Is it sad that I had to google what Alexander Skarsgård's character, Erik, says in the first Trueblood-episode he's in? My mind was so set on English that I couldn't make it out - and I tried three times. After the googling it all made sense when I heard it again. My brain is weird.

Flowers!

An exam in labour rights. The last official exam of the first year. Somehow I feel like I should be freaked out. Like I should hyperventilate and just "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god - I haven't studied enough - OH MY GOD!". I definitely shouldn't look forward to it, but there's just something about having an exam and not really being able to be wrong.

Let me explain; "Joe abuses his wife and likes to get drunk after work. One day he hits another employee, after work, after one beer to many. Is it wrong to fire him?"

If I wanted to fire him I'd answer "yes" and find something in the law about how he can't co-operate and that people are scared of him. "If he abuses his wife - what is saying that he won't abuse his co-workers?".

If I wanted to say "no" then I'd state that he's actually not doing anything at work and he's still doing his job, so it's wrong to fire him.

You see where I'm going with this, right? And yes, of course I'll argue for the second alternative. It's much more fun.

What's the fuss?

Sometimes I should really check the date before I make an outrageous post. Like yesterday. When the world champs in football obviously didn't start since it wasn't June 11th. The thing is that I knew it was the 4th, but somehow my brain had a complete melt-down. Wow...

calm

Some things really annoy me. Like now - then the world championships in football starts and NONE OF MY CHANNELS SHOW IT! Maybe "annoyed" isn't the proper word here...

My only hope now is to Denmark and their channels since I REFUSE TO WATCH THE WORLD CHAMPS ON A 17"-LAPTOP-SCREEN WHEN I HAVE A BLOODY 40"-TV!

And inhale... and exhale...

enough is enough

I passed my exam in Dutch reading profiency! I got the grade "E" which means "enough" and that's good enough for me. Yay and hooray!

There's something about guys with grey hair. There really shouldn't be, but there is. Max Ryan, Dermot Mulroney... Oh my god. Okay, this is so not healthy - I'm gonna stop now.

same old story

Have you ever cheated on someone? Looked the person into the eyes and said "I was with someone else"? Seen the pain when the thought goes through the mind? Realised the suffering of the thoughts that come every time you're not with your partner? What's happening? Is it me? What am I doing wrong?

Have you ever been the person someone is cheating on their partner with? Have you ever judged those people? Wondered how they can have affairs with someone who's taken? Wondered how they can believe that the person they sleep with will leave their partner for them?

What if it's just not sex? What if it's something mental? Something deep. Is that better or worse? It's not kissing - it's sharing of ideas, thoughts and dreams. It's not touching, but it's mental painting of images and wishes. Which is worse?

He painted wonderful images for me. About our future together and our house and children. And I believed them. Because I really wanted to. I've always wanted a messy Sunday-morning breakfast with jam everywhere and screams and spoons and stuff. When it ended I didn't dream. At all. I didn't dare to. I didn't want to risk it being taken away from me. Because I believed in it. I believed that he would leave her for me and create the life we always talked about. It was just that of course - talk. It was "never supposed to get this far".

I will never judge the mistress again. Ever.

Poisoned rain.

• My apartment smells like vomit. I guess that's what I get for not being at home for one weekend. One bloody weekend.


• I can't find my calendar. Not that I actually need it, but it's a bit annoying not to be able to doodle in it.


• It pisses me off more when people have a go at my friends than at me. Who knew?


• The critisism against Sex and the City 2 isn't really justified. Sure, the critics have a point with a lot of things they're saying, but I don't think that the dialogue is empty, the movie cheering on for consumption and filled with nice pictures of the nature. And I know what I'm talking about. I read a course in consumption. I failed... but I read it!