Monday, February 28, 2011

bwuhu

Haahaa, I get to ride in the frooont seeat




Pwease?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time



It's good for you.
Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective is an awesome game. If I didn't have tons and tons of school work to do I'd drop everything and play it.

Luckily, I already did that, so I don't have to do it again anytime soon.

Also, writing giant papers on national economy sucks throbbing horse balls.

Also 2, I'm whoring my blog out to ads from now on. If you're bored enough to read this, I hope you're bored enough to click.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

YAAAAY



My new friend arrives next week. No moar having to borrow my brother's computer. NO MOAR.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

ordinary day

My breakfast: two pieces of dark bread, one egg. Tea.
My brother's breakfast: one loaf of white bread, jam. Milk.

My lunch: noodles with vegetable wok. Water.
My brother's lunch: One bag of chips, one chocolate bar. Soda.

My dinner: rice and curry. Water.
My brother's dinner: one family size pizza. Soda.

My exercise: 30 km biking plus dog walk, 150 sit ups, 100 push ups
My brother's exercise: dog walk.

WHY THE FUCK AM I FATTER THAN THIS GUY@#!
My first attempt ever at celebrating V-day went well. I prefer calling it V-day cause I associate it with D-day, and that's way cooler than anything or anyone named Valentine. Not even Bruce Lee would be cool if his name had been Valentine. Anyway.

We started early by going out for sushi on sunday cause nothing says 'I love you' like seaweed. Sushi is probably my fav food ever. We proceeded with buying ridiculous amounts of candy and watching Paranormal Activity 2. Cause nothing says 'I love you' like sugar and surveillance cameras. Yesterday Oscar made food and I made cake. I spent most of the day lying in bed playing Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective, which is a totally awesome game for teh DS and a perfect way to celebrate, well anything really. I very much needed the relaxation after intense paper writing and putting up with my retard family during the week. Oscar is totally my oasis in a desert of insanity.


Speaking of deserts. My brother told me his dream was to go live in a desert, preferably somewhere in North America. He then told me that dream would never come true, because if he did he could no longer play World of Warcraft on european servers, and that to him was more important.

Yeah.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

wtf

I've been dreading getting feedback on my pilot study for my master thesis, thinking it was probably the shittiest thing I've ever written. I almost didn't dare to read the comment when I got it, but when I did I was fucking stunned.


Linda,
An excellent paper! Well-written, systematically structured, and methodologically and theoretically reflexive. You describe the background to and aim of your study briefly – that is fully enough for the purpose of this paper – and focus – as was the intention of this assignment – on discussing, presenting and reflecting upon your methodological choices and exercise. The discourse analysis is a rather difficult area, but you handle it well, discussing it both as a theoretical approach and a methodology. Your analysis will really serve as a relevant pilot for your PW, I believe, especially as you here come up with some problems and obstacles that you have had in this exercise – your perhaps too broad theoretical framework and not well enough defined analysis criteria. These problems, I see as part of this assignment, and you reflect well upon them, and should be able to sharpen the analytical framework better for the PW, based on this pilot study and with the help of a supervisor. You show proof of advanced analytical skills, and I wish you all the best of luck with the project work!
Grade: A


..I still feel like shit about being stuck in a hole full of illiterates, but this did make things a little bit better. If only employers gave a fuck too and I could actually make a living at some point of my pathetic existence, that'd be even better.
My granddad came over when I was at mom's today. He's one of the ancient deities of this retarded little village, one of those old farts everyone for some inexplicable reason sucks up to. Probably because he was the first settler here 12 000 years ago. Anyway.
He told me to "stop going to school and get a job" cause I'm "almost middle aged" and that "you can't fit that much knowledge in one head anyway". This coming from a guy who recieved a mindboggling five years of schooling and never opened a book since so he sure knows what he's talking about. Since I'm always and only surrounded by the exact opposite of geniuses and I'm chronically close to committing murder/suicide out of sheer frustration because of them, I was going to ask him if it was better that I got a piece of shit job and turned out like my mom, aged 55, alcoholic, in chronic pain and unable to afford even, for example, basic dental care. I was also going to tell him that a person who thinks that being an ignorant primate is admirable is not exactly the kind of person I have any interest in speaking to. I couldn't though, cause my mom cut in and started laughing her nervous "daddy's always right even when he tells me to fill my nostrils with glue"-laugh and got him out the door.

You know, sometimes I'm under this delusion that maybe, somewhere, there is a place where I could fit in and have friends and a job and a life and not have to put up with condescending, ignorant cunts and hate every second of my existence. Right now is not one of those times. Right now is one of those times I sit for hours staring at my collection of prescription sleeping pills trying to think of reasons not to take them all.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Förra året praktiserade min brorsa som vaktmästare i ett halvår. Han arbetade heltid och fick för det 3000 i månaden. Nu kräver Försäkringskassan honom på 12 000 för att han "fått för mycket".

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