I'm now going to bed. Have a long day of shopping ahead of me! Later tomorrow I'm meeting up with Sofia and Johanna, we're gonna watch TRON: Legacy, drool, make plans and have tons of fun!

This being highest on my shopping-list:

Not sure if I want the turquoise or the deep red one. What to do, what to do?

Said by Harrison Ford, thought by Sofia, about Daniel Craig.

Love, love, love this movie! The music, the gunfights, the explosions, the over the top violence. Everything! Before the movie me and Sofia went out to eat and the entire evening can be summed up with:

Great food + Lovely friend + Awesome movie = One heck of a good night!

That's right. Me!

Life decided to be a major bitch last week and just put a stop to everything. I still somehow managed to celebrate a “birthday” and something and another. Weekend was nice though. Had an awesome evening with Sofia (Although she managed to give me a new obsession I really didn't need, have enough of them already!) We looked up places to visit in Japan and watched a really good movie (The reason for my new obsession.) Saturday was spent shopping. Managed to get a nice scarf for almost nothing and bought make-up with a gift card, got to love free stuff. I had been looking for a calendar for a really long time but all of them ended June 2012, which would have been fine had the school year in Kyoto not ended in September. Finally found one till December 2012 that was great and really cheap! Saw Sofia again for a short while before she run of and we decided to met up again the next day. Which we did.

We did one of the most Swedish things ever. We went out in the forest and collected mushrooms. We started of with a yummy fika in the middle of the road and the next two hours was spent roaming the forest singing epic music and screaming after mushrooms.

We were very successful. We found two. That we later accidentally crushed into mush.

I later realized, had this been USA, a middle eastern looking girl in dark shades, reading a bright red book called "I am not a serial killer" at an airport, it would not go unnoticed.

And am I the only one who absolutely adores SAS airplane breakfast?

When I landed in Sweden last Friday all I have done is run from one side of town to another. First my brother wanted to visit a store (some nerdstore for video games) because they are closed on the weekends and Mondays (we leave Tuesday morning). When there the guy sitting behind the desk looked so bored that I was afraid he was going to slide of his chair. My brother made a beeline towards the arcade games and had a total fanboy moment. (It made the fangirl-sister in me so proud.)

You payed 5 SEK for every turn but the machines were Japanese so you changed the money from the 5 kr for a 100 yen coin in the cafe. (They only sold drinks, but they had run out of coffee. Considering the number of items on their list were like six, it was pretty stupid. (Not that I drink coffee. Just saying.))

They had only been open for five weeks, which was the reason the place looked like shit. I'm being kind here. It looked like a warehouse. And the decorating was weird. I somehow managed to knock over the same lamp at least five times.

I will give them a year. When I come back from Japan I better see some improvement.

The shitty decorating aside, the store still made it on the list as one of my favorite places in Stockholm because of one simple thing. In their gamer-corner (TV, various consoles, games etc.) where you could sit down and play a game for free (I think they changed games like, every week), the game currently plugged in, was none other than TEKKEN 3. The game that made me fascinated and interested in video games. Nintendo 64 was great and all and Super Mario will always hold a dear place in my heart, but this game, this was the game that created my “Game-flame”.

It has been criticized by many of my friends but I love it to death.

If you were to visit the store today, you would see that they have changed the game in the gamer-corner.

Because they don't own TEKKEN 3 anymore.

I do!

(The incredibly bored dude even gave me a discount because I made him have to change the game! + a new case for the CD when he noticed the original was "lite ful", *In heaven*)

Later I went (and dragged my brother with me) to my absolute, number one favorite shop: SFBokhandeln.

Because of the Pride Festival this week they had a shelf dedicated to LGBT related fiction/TV. While I am a Slash-fangirl I honestly didn't think so many of my favorite books and TV-show would be up there. They where. Even the ones I didn't even know counted (Buffy for-example, I mean come on, they had like two gay characters. Really?).

I had swore to my self not to buy anything in there. Did I succeed?

NO.

Still went home with the final book in the “A Series of Unfortunate Events” (“Syskonen Baudelaires olycksaliga liv”) series, completing my collection (have already read them all, but I love them so much). As well as the second series of HEX, a BBC show that I swear to Batman makes me as high as a cloud. For real. Not happiness high. Drug high.

I will explain some other day...

The hours spent playing these games...

Finally on Swedish soil! You and I Stockholm have not always seen eye to eye but this weekend I'm gonna make sweet, sweet love to you.

Or rape you.

Consensual or not I'm getting some pleasure out of this visit.

So this last night in Norway was by far the most fun I've had in two months. Because for those two months I have done nothing! Then three days before we're going home we meet/spend time with some awesome people. Why now? The night was a mix of fun, hilarity and sightseeing. We seriously saw more this night than we have during our entire stay! A little tip though: If you actually want to see something, make sure the tour isn't at night. Just a tip.

With this I say: Bye, bye Norway! Hope to be back soon. NOT!

Yesterday we (I, Otto, a friend from work and his friend) went out to an island to go swimming. I didn't know you had to take a bus to get to a boat, ride over the water, step of at an island, to go swimming. Apparently you do. Thats somehow makes sense in Norway.

But then for the rest of us nothing makes sense in Norway. Why should this?

The place we went to looked really like the Swedish lakeside ( = beautiful) and made me for the first time ever, since coming here, really miss home.

The water was cold but as soon as you came up you got warm again so it was worth it. (Although Otto wouldn't know as he refused to even touch the water.)

...I have now come to the realization that it is probably me. Just me and nothing else. Early on this job one of the old ladies I visited, asked me how old I was. When I answer that I had just turned 19 a couple of months ago she got this completely shocked expression on her face and exclaimed: "Oh, but I thought you where 14, maybe 15!" You look so young." I felt insulted for the rest of the day. I do not look THAT young!

Today, not once but twice, people asked if I was 14 years old. The fact that I had my hair tied into two braids a la a 5 year old couldn't have helped me look any older.
But seriously people? This job is in Home Care. We deal with medication and classified information about other peoples personal lives. Do you really thing they would let people as young as 14 work here?

Sigh, oh well. As it is I admit I might look younger than my years. I have accepted the fact that I'm short, I can deal with this to.

I hope.