This is what studying looked like today:
Because my current assignment for the course I’m taking is to observe how people use their phones. So basically I need to be a bit creepy, hang out in a public place for like an hour and take notes of what I see; what kind of people use their phones and in what way? And then I suppose I’m gonna write about my groundbreaking discoveries.
It’s a really cool course. And a really nice spring day.
I got this bluetooth speaker for my birthday, it sounds great, and it came with this inflatable floaty bathing ring thing!!
IT’S THE CUTEST THING. So it can float right next to you in the pool. Unfortunately I live in Sweden.
Well.
When I turned 21 a few days ago I escaped to the north of Sweden to go skiing with my family, because birthday parties give me anxiety.
It’s not parties in general, just that if I host one myself I feel like EVERYONE HAS TO HAVE THE BEST NIGHT THEY’VE EVER HAD and that’s a lot of pressure. So I haven’t really had a birthday party since I was a small kid. It’s good then that I have friends who throw me surprise parties (even if I’m sweaty and disgusting from skiing when I arrive.) (And to be fair my mum organised a lot of it, which is extremely sweet and a little bit sad at the same time, considering I’m supposedly a “grown up”. But hey, next birthday I’ll probably be on another continent (I pray))
Anyway, birthday=great, and here you have a pre-party sisters picture.
Love.
Went cross country skiing today. Then I drank hot chocolate and ate waffles and got really emotional about this place I’ve been visiting for as long as I can remember.
(The thing about skiing is that it’s in my blood and bones, it’s what my dad and grandpa and great grandma did, it’s old and Swedish and the forests are dark and the views beautiful. It’s freedom and being out of breath and so much pressure. It’s me as a little girl. And it’s weird to think about the people working here, the guy preparing the tracks outside the window right now, or anyone else who’s been here. Weird that this place could mean even more to any of them.)
The 2nd of January:
The 3rd of January:
Honestly, what’s going on? This horrible winter weather is good though, what January is supposed to be like. It makes me want to stay inside and listen to good music. (Like this amazing live Bon Iver concert: https://youtu.be/YJNi7aRwUzU )
The thing is, 2016 was a good year. Great year, 9/10 (always leave space for things to get better).
Because one of my biggest fears is that – because of fear – I’ll never get to do any of the things I want to do. But this year I moved away from home for the first time, lived abroad. Had several different lifestyles and different jobs. I was challenged and matured and met a whole new family of friends. Got to go to the US, Kenya, Denmark, Germany, Hungary, Austria, and then Germany again. That’s actually crazy?? I’ve lived in 2016 for a lifetime. And those are the kind of years I want. Let’s dare to believe that things get even better.
Golden paper on the table so that we could make party hats. We look fabulous.
Literally. I came home from work and threw up. That was the 23rd. The following days are a bit hazy in my mind. I’ve been on a mattress in the living room, and today is the first day I’ve been able to walk without my legs shaking.
Hope your Christmas has been better and I keep my hopes up for the New Years.
It’s the night of the darkest day of the year. 21st of December, the winter solstice. In the very north of Sweden the sun didn’t even rise above the horizon, which I guess it did here even though I haven’t really seen it in a while.
On a lighter note I highlighted my hair today. I bet you could make something poetic out of that, but I’m not really going to. Looks great though. Even better without the tin foil, I promise.
Good niight.
Today I overslept, accidentaly ditched my friend and almost arrived late to an interview. It was like a movie, trying to grab all my stuff while dropping things, running through the rain and looking disgusting as I got there.
Then everything started looking up. Part of it were some great conversations I had with some random people, but the best thing is that I found a box full of art supplies for 85 sek in a second hand store. It probably belonged to some random artist who died. All artsy and morbid. Hence the title of this post, relatively non-misleading. 
I also bought water mixable oil colours, at the art store this time, and they’re so good?? Like seriously, I found out that this existed just a few weeks ago, and oil colours that can be mixed with water, I don’t quite understand why more peole don’t use them. So far they’re awesome.
bye
I decided for today that I needed to get up at 6 am, make hot chocolate in the dark and read as the sun presumably rose behind the clouds. 
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