Moochy Moochy!

Fantastic update: My New World Friends are happily greeting their Old World Friend. I will be staying with them for a few days whilst in New Canaan in August.

New Canaan is my old (old old old) home time. Don't remember much of it, I do view Gothenburg as my home town now. But for the longest time as a kid I was completely obsessed with moving back to CT. A blast from the past? I think so.
I meen, we have ol' time retro sailors in Gothenburg. How can you NOT love that?

A Bit Minamalistic, Don't Ya Think?

Some new work, inspired by a lot of resent work I have seen. This style seems more commercial and American for some reasons, not that that makes it any less esthetically pleasing.

I could imagine this would be accesseble enough to go into a cooking book or web page. A big 50's house wife-esque


Whilst this is probably more inspired by brand art such as that of Monki and Weekday.

P.S You its all copyrighted, naturally.

Early Amatuer Eats Catches the Early Bus Home

Woke up five minutes before the set time because there was somebody trying to reach me- through my cell phone. Still very sleepy and a bit uncoordinated I manage to reach the phone and answer. Its the New York Artist Lady (work fetured above) who I sometimes lend a helping hand to. She's nice but neurotic, sort of expected though right?

"Are you busy today?"
"Yes."
"Tomorrow?"
"No."
"Come by my place at 11.00"
"Ok."
*hangs up*
*ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Make that 12.00"
"Ok."
"Bye."
*hangs up*
*ring ring*
"Sorry, 13.30"
"Alright. Bye."
*hangs up*

I've noticed that New Yorkers like to speak very... direct. Rude even, some times. But not because they want to be rude, but because they are rude, by nature. At the same time as they are very helpful and nice and fun to be around... hmmm. I must meditate further upon this matter.

But by that time it was time for a little rude awakening of my own! Amateur Eats was sleeping it off in the bed above me -yes I have a bunk bed- and I just could not allow this to go on any longer. Plus that she looks adorable whilst sleepy!

God Wants Me To Go! God Wantes Me To Go! God Wants Me To Go!

I'm just posting this picture of Shakebook from when we were in Scotland because I can- and I love this picture.

Tickets came through today! The 20th of Aug I am gonna be on that plane, college or no!

Shakebook threw a dinner party yesterday, so I met up with Amateur Eats, Isa and T. to take the buss out to Shakebook's house. I was already pushing my luck -leaving my self only 15 min to get from my house to the buss stop. Then, being the retard that I am, I forget to get off at the right tram stop and instead have to run three blocks back just to make it in time for the buss. Funniest thing is that I actually saw Amateur Eats, Isa and T. outside through the window and still I manage to NOT jump off of the tram. That's a special kind of stupid. But then again I am a special type of girl.

Long story short: ate too much, watched Monty Python and got kicked out at 23.00. However, on the way back, whilst waiting with Amateur eats by the buss station I all of a sudden spot my big sister walking towards me. And what's more is that my big sisters oldest and best friend is with her-


This is all very exciting and strange because her best friend lives in Thailand! Not Sweden. Or well, actually she lives in Thailand, Australia, France and on some rare occasions Sweden. And this woman LOVES me!

"Daintydog!" and she throws her arms around me in a rib crushing hug. What a pleasant surprise indeed. She's a skinny, pretty girl of the 26th who's been backpacking around the world with her awesome French boyfriend for a couple of years now. She has all these stories that she likes to tell about me when I was a kid, and about her adventures around the world.

Apparently she and my Big Sis had gone out for a drink and were on their way back to Globetrotter's house to pack the last of her belongings. It was now 00.32 and in 8h Globetrotter had to catch the flight to Paris. Both Big Sis and Globetrotter were a bit under the influence and invited us to their house to get us under the influence as well. Which me and Amateur agreed to and did.

So after a lot of talking, smoking, drinking and eating a cake that really I wish I hadn't it was 04.00 and we left to go home and sleep. What a wonderful spontaneous night! I love those.

It Seems That God Does Not Want Me To Go

Headache...

Woke up to find that -for reasons unknown to mankind- the charge for the plane tickets has not been charged to my debit card and that I was therefore to call S.A.S to make sure that my reservation is not canceled. So I called. Ten minutes of elevator music later I am put through to "Anna". Hello Anna, my name is S. Well it seems that there has been some mistake. Yes my debit card does have enough money on it to pay for these tickets. I don't know, perhaps you could try charging it again? You'll do so directly? Fantastic, thank you Anna. *hangup*

An hour later and still no sign of any amount of money being charged to my card (I can tell) and this is when S. gets very very very nervous. WHat if it dosnt work? What if they cancel my reservations. Its not fair cause I DO have enough to pay for it. No fair, no fun.

This is just one out of a hundred little signs from above that has lead me to believe that the lord all mighty just isn't too keen on my N.Y plans. Why God? Why?

This would be the worst possible time to have one of those wakes-up-and-realizes-that-it-was-all-a-dream things

Been jumping all over the house today, having general fits of joy. Going to college! Oh my!

Booked the plane tickets today: my hands hav'nt shook this much since that day in Copenhagen, Denmark when I bough that alpaca and wool coat from the 50's with mink fur trimming from that nice old lady who said

"Flickor skaaa va glääädäää. Du fööööör dään fööö hundräääää däääänskääää."
(translation into Swedish and English: Flickor ska vara glada, du får den för hundra danska kr. Girls should be happy, you can have it for $11.)

Oh how I love Copenhagen. http://888embla888.blogspot.com/2007/06/ngra-bilder-tagna-i-kpenhamn.html

My hands were shaking that day as they are now. I'M GOING I'M GOING I'M GOING! Won't be getting a window seat on the plane though, can't have it all.

Or rather I was über excited until J. rightfully informed me that I'll only be gone for three months. Then its back to Sweden for the winter break... Somehow it felt a lot longer in my mind then three months. Now it almost feels like I'm not getting my moneys worth.

Now I must turn my focus to the important process of choosing what clothes to bring. Now tread carefully S. This is a make or break. Don't want to have to fly back to Sweden cause you forgot that special sweater that's just enough college chick to get you into even the most hostile of college groups.

I'M GOING I'M GOING I'M GOING!

Ok! So, this is how its gonna be: I'm going to S.U.N.Y Purchase. Not Pratt or Parsons because of some unforeseen problems with my finance (which sucks in its own special kind of way) but I can still go to Purchase!

I am so happy!
... And so angry!

But mostly happy!

What I Have Noticed In Retrospect...

... I really can't spell. Why? Dyslexia.
(did I spell that right? I really can't tell)