PSA of the Day: Adult Swim is doing its annual April Fools’ Day airing of Tommy Wiseau’s cult classic The Room.
You are tearing me apart with joy, Adult Swim!
These are a few pictures from the cutest little Swedish town I have ever seen: Örnsköldsvik. This is where M’s parents live. We visited over the New Years holiday. It’s so little… I just wanted to give the whole town a great big hug.
So over the winter break, my dear boyfriend (M) invited me to stay at his apartment, who he normally shares with two other guys (though they went home for the holidays). Today is the last day of our winter break, and I’m back in my corridor to allow the boys to reconnect with each other and re-adapt to their surroundings. I’m such an doll.
But so far since I’ve been back, I realize that corridors are lame. The small kitchen is ill-equipt and provides no chance of producing the elaborate picture-worthy meals that M is capable of (complete with French wine, sigh). And this small squeaky bed is not a cloud, and never will be. I don’t think I was born to be a student. But alas, I find myself returning to school on the morrow. Double sigh.
As for this new semester, I’m not even a little bit excited. After the completion of my most recent course - Management Accounting, I will begin the dragon of all UMU introductory modules: statistics. The good news is, I will start my new Swedish course (with the University, finally) sometime in early February. Though I’m scared of taking both modules at once. We will see how this goes. Wish me luck please. Please.
On Christmas day, while M was at work, his brother and brother’s girlfriend took me on a walk through a Swedish forest/park.
The pictures are so blue because it was getting dark (already!) at 2 pm. Oh the joys of only having 4 hours of sunlight. It’s actually pretty cozy.
Unfortunately, this trip hasn’t been just giggles and tickles. Sometimes moving is really hard.
If you recall, I mentioned something earlier about the transformation into a superhero. This is that time. Like a caterpillar to a butterfly transformation. That would be great.
So the point is, I’ve been really sick with anxiety the past few days, and it’s been a little bit worse than I’ve expected it would be. So here’s a really nice song that may or may not sum up how my week has been.
It’s funny because I have actually been locked up in my room since the beginning of the week. So it fits.
…there was a girl named Stephanie, and she moved to Sweden randomly. Everyone she met was sooo excited to meet her, mostly because she was from Texas and Texans are weird (they were shocked that she didn’t have the southern accent). The news of her arrival spread far and wide, and she was soon contacted by the annual school magazine, asking if they could write a story about her and another new student.
That is how I became a D-list Swedish celebrity.
Some friends and I decided to throw (possibly) the first ever Swedish Thanksgiving. It included lots of Southern style dishes; and I know that a lot of people were looking to remake some of these dishes - I will post the recipes below. Oh, and we didn’t do a turkey, but we did do 2 little chickens. That’s allowed because this is a Swedish Thanksgiving.
I even made everyone go around the table and say what they were thankful for before they were allowed to eat. Don’t care if they thought it was lame. Then finished the night with a call from my family via webcam; they got to meet some of my friends here, and B gave a tour of our house.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Ever. Recipes are below. And everything turned out amazing, just in case you were wondering.
