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I'm flying to England tomorrow. This lovely country of wrong-side-traffic, bacon-and-eggs-breakfasts and pubs on every street corner. I'm really looking forward to it. To make it even better I'm flying with British Airways which are, without doubt, the best airline company in Europe. (Trust me - I've tried quite a few.) And I'm flying from Copenhagen - I love Copenhagen Airport. It's a very big airport and have destinations all over the world. Just being there with all the other people flying somewhere is such an amazing feeling. If I could I'd live there. Of course that'd probably take the magic away... I doubt that the guy, whose life the Terminal is based upon, liked it. Doing something too much just takes the magic away. And you know - I need magic. Preferably lots of it. Different kinds. I feed of it. Well, that or small children. Ever had a big cauldron, boiled a baby in it, seasoned with some spices and ate it? It's fabutastic!

The light you did not see did not erase your memories.

I. Am. So. Bored. Reading the news over and over doesn't help, but it did make me realise that nope, I don't really care about the world now either. Feels kinda good to know, I must admit. Although it did feel a bit wierd just now when I realised that I care more about recipes for cakes and muffins and such than about the situation in wherever the hell it was. And just because of that I decided to make a save-the-children-test about where I'd've been born if I'd been born today. According to save-the-children I have a 0,08% chance to be born in Sweden... Apparently it would've been Brazil. Yea, I don't buy that. You see, the reason I'm here now is because my parents decided to have fun in 1984. Since I'm 50% my father and 50% my mother and they're both Swedish the chances don't even exist for me being born in Brazil. And if you ever claim that I use science against fate I'll kill you. In fact, just forget everything you just read.

so beautiful

Today I've signed in to msn more times than I care to admit. I've also been logged out more times than I can count. It's a bit annoying because it means that the past nine hours I've been working have been incredibly slow. On a good note though - it's just 57 more minutes to go. Hooray!

Have I told you about when my stationary computer had a nervous breakdown? No? Okay, here comes a quick recap then. I bought it in 2006 and in late 2007 it broke down so then I bought a laptop. (I know, it's just sad what people with money can do.) In 2008 it got fixed by replacing the motherboard and the ram-memory and worked like charm. Until January this year when it broke down again. It started rebooting itself and forgot settings and at the end it never came past the bios-page. After having checked the internet for solutions I decided to just leave it be until I had the time and money to make a proper effort. Time passed and when I started working again I spoke to my co-worker about it and he told me different things it could be. "Listen to beeps and see what's wrong." So this Sunday I decided to check if it was the keyboard or the mouse that fucked it up. It wasn't. Then I wondered if changing back to my old ram-memory would make a difference. So I tried changing the ram. It made a difference. It made one hell of a difference. A laptop vs. a stationary computer is like walking around with sunglasses. Sure, you can see everything properly, but once you remove them you realise how beautiful the world is without them.
Of course, fixing said computer also means I made a wishlist for when I get my salary. I feel like such a geek. It feels amazing. If I was alone here I'd flex.

I keep dancing on my own

It's hard to be at work right now. It's hard to work with someone you'd prefer not to be in the same room as. It's even harder when it used to be someone you liked to spend a lot of time with, hang out with, have fun with. Don't get me wrong, I'm not pitying myself or anything - it's just not as much fun as it used to be. At least it's money, right? That's what I keep telling myself. At least it's money. And I only have to work four days this week. Well, four evenings really, but four none the less. And on the fifth day I get to go away, fly away to another place and I can spend days doing absolutely nothing except being with the one I love. That's what keep me going now. It's what keeps me from saying "fuck it - I'm going home". Only seven hours left today. I can do that.

Logical enemy

Some days are just not the best days. Like today. My sugarpaste was too sticky to be sugarpaste and too firm to be frosting. And of course, now I realise that I probably could make something frosting-like out of it. See, what I mean? Just one of those days. At least the laundry worked out alright and the tomato pie looks good. My cake that was supposed to be really awesome is now spongecake ---> strawberries in pieces and whipped cream ---> spongecake ---> chocolate cover. I guess it's stupid of me to not be satisfied - especially since it was the first time ever I made spongecake and it turned out alright - but ah, I don't know. After having done the cake and starting on the dishes I accidentally splashed my laptop with a bit of water. And when I was about to put a screwdriver back in my toolbox I almost tripped and hurt myself. Almost. Of course, being another day I've also spent hours listening to my neighbours' music and now yells. And a squeaky toy. I hate squeaky toys. And people. And cakes.

Sometimes I wish I could just settle. Just be happy. And of course I just tripped when I went to answer my phone. And tonight I'm attending a birthday/graduation-party. I really look forward to that, but for now I'm gonna sit on my couch and not move for at least an hour. I need that.

To be continued...

Move a little bit closer. A little closer. A little closer. That's it. You know, I really like the way you read my stuff without judging. I like how you occasionally shake your head at my escapades. I smile while I write for you.
And now to something completely different. (Please remember the nice words.) I don't think my sugarpaste will be proper sugarpaste. I think it'll be more like frosting. You see, yesterday it didn't seem really elastic. And it's not supposed to be very sticky and mine kinda was - I might've had too little powdered sugar in it. Might have. That was yesterday though so it might've improved insanely until today. I made it green (of course), but well... we'll see how it turns out. If worst comes to worst I'll just make a chocolate muffin and put some "frosting" on it or something. At least it tasted really nice. And that's what counts right? The taste? (Yes, I know, a bit of me just fell to pieces by that sentence - it's not the taste that matters - it's how it looks, damnit!)

Honeylips

This weekend I'm gonna make some cake. Like cake-cake, not my normal gooey chocolate cake and I hope it'll be awesome. I have high hopes. Like really high hopes. And the research I'm currently doing... There's so much information it's like a complete overload. Of course, with my amazing brain capacity I can store it all (it's my brain, my writing and my lies). But seriously - have you ever heard of "gum tragacanth"? Me neither. Of course some more searching solved that problem - it's some form of sap from some tree in Iran and it's apparently the best one you can get. Yea, I'm not gonna use it myself, but I just wanted to add a difficult word really.
The point of all this research, which is currently eight pages long, is to be able to make something more fun than my chocolate cake. At the moment it contains how to make "fondant", "sugarpaste" and the difference between "cups", "ounces" and "decilitres" and also some Fahrenheit to Celsius-conversions. (Those Americans are weird.) Hopefully it'll be great and then I'll show you and if it'll suck we'll never speak of it again. Deal?