Purple fluff and green lint.

There are several things that have hit me lately. Like a big brick in the back of my head.
The first one is that I need sunlight to function like a normal human being. Without sun I get very tired and boring and I yawn all the time.
The second is that I really don't drink enough tea and the third is how incredibly Swedish I am. I try not to be, like it's something really bad and contagious, but I end up there anyway. Let me give you an example. I'd rather not go into a conflict - not because I don't like to reason and yell and scream, but because I don't like to make a fuss. A fuss. There's Swedish trait number one for you. Being a bother is a Swede's worst nightmare and I've noticed that if I'm invited to visit someone I always end the sentence with "if it's okay with you". Well, obviously it's okay with whoever invited me, why else would they invite me? That makes no sense at all.
Another example would be the weather. Now, I know that pretty much everyone discusses the weather at one point or another, but Swedes do it to avoid talking about other subjects.

"- It's raining today.
- Yep.
- Gonna rain tomorrow.
- Yep."

It goes on like that. The wind blows too much, there's not enough sun, it's too warm, it's raining too much etc etc. Of course, we wouldn't change it for the world. "We like the changes of season even if it means we complain about the snow four months a year."

A third trait is starting the sentence with "I'm not a racist, but..." - everyone does it and no one sees themself as a racist, they're simply just stating facts (and of course, telling people that they're not racists). Myself included. The clarification is important because to other Swedes it means that you know what you're talking about and that you're not afraid to say it. And of course, that you have nothing against people from other parts of the world. We delude ourselves into this kind of thinking because we eat foreign food, drive foreign cars and because our neighbour is from Taiwan (speaking perfect Swedish of course and always picking up after the dog). I assume the rest of the world see straight through it, but at least they're nice enough to not tell us and burst our bubble.

wish you the best

Every now and then I consider entering the world of politics. The goal would be to rise to the post as Minister of Foreign Affairs, that's something I'd like. Speaking to people all over the world and meeting new people almost every day. All this while I tell the people in the country I'm representing that "we're working on it", "we don't have the numbers at this moment" and "well, there are a lot of numbers in the dark here" - not sure if that's the English way of saying it, but it'll do for now. (It means that there are a lot of victims/drugs/whatever that haven't been brought to the records.)

Then again... the life of a politician does seem rather boring. You don't really decide anything for yourself and there are always meetings and meetings and more meetings. Not to mention the lousy public speakers that most politicians are - imagine listening to that day out and day in. Sure, the money's lovely, but the mental sanity? Is it worth it?

Hrm, this explains so much about politicians... I think I'll stay off it for now.

Aurora

Allow me to tell you something that really made my day.

This afternoon I drove by a middle-aged man driving around in a convertible with the roof down. It's about ten degrees above zero and half storm, but he's still doing it. I personally couldn't understand why anyone would do it in such weather, but I tried to accept that maybe he enjoys getting his ears freezed to cold blackness. Then it started raining... You know the kind of rain that's so heavy you drop several miles below the speed-limit and have trouble seeing your wind-shield wiper? Yes, that kind of rain. Mr Convertible 2011 still had his roof down. I bet he wished he hadn't...

Blue Books

I've never made cupcakes in my life. I've looked at different variations a million times but I've never actually made any of my own. Ever. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that it seems like such a waste of resources if they'd be fucked up on the first try. Yes, I know that practice makes perfect, but I want perfection now! I want to skip the whole part of working on it and just make it perfect straight away. Of course, that won't happen. Mostly because that kind of thing hasn't been invented yet. Would be rather boring though, being the best at everything as soon as you use the thingie. And it would be available for everyone so you wouldn't be alone at being the best either. I'm not sure I like that. I mean, surely the whole point of being the best is being the best. Number one. The one on top.

I guess I just have to work harder and practice more. As a friend of mine asked "why don't you start with modelling clay?". I don't know... it's never occured to me...

Bubbles!

There are some things in this world that I can't help but wonder if they have any use at all. Like an ipod-cover in the form of a hooded sweater. Sure, it's cute, but is it really necessary? No, not really.

Then there are the things that are impossible to live without. Like food. It's scientifically proven that it's impossible to live without food. No matter if it's plants, meat or sunlight - every living being needs nutrition.

I always said that if I ever got filthy, stinking rich I'd buy a Koenigsegg (car). I'm gonna rephrase that. If I ever get filthy, stinking rich I'm gonna buy a refrigerator. This refrigerator. Then I'm gonna buy the car.

(http://www.yankodesign.com/2010/06/21/bio-robot-refrigerator/)

Seriously, isn't this the coolest thing you've ever seen?

butterflies

"In the realm of the supernatural, it has been proposed that Titanic sank
due to a mummy's curse."

Of course it has... I don't really know why I'm surprised, but I guess that if there was a supernatural cause of the incident, I somehow doubt it would be caused by a mummy. It seems more plausible that it would've been some ancient and angry ghost who got disturbed and decided to kill everyone. Or a native American gravesite which got ruined by Englishmen and for that reason no English ship was allowed to enter the US according to the disturbed spirits. You know, I think it was aliens. Yes, the aliens did it. Just after they woke up from their sleep within the pyramids. I think they accidentally ruined Titanic on their way home. But that's just me...

Forever

When I get rich I plan to rent a big arena and invite a bunch of people and just force them to listen to my beautiful voice. I wonder if I can work on it in time for this fantastic performance. I mean, yes, it will take a certain amount of time to get rich, but as you know I can't sing. Well. What I mean is that everyone can sing, it's just that some people sing better than others. And some people just shouldn't sing. At all. I belong to the last category and even though I kick butts at karaoke I'm still not sure I would like to listen to my own voice over the speakers. In an arena. With amazing sound.

You know what... I'll get back to you on this.