Talking bout my generation

So here I am, watching pedigree videos on youtube and feeling pretty darn good for still having some terms to get into my head before 9.50 tomorrow morning. Studying for this test has been very interesting and experimental as I have never done it like this before. Only studied with friends. I usually read a lot, put stuff in bullet points and write down a bunch of terms independently.

I've realised, through my video-watching, and interactive game-playing, that I quite enjoy pedigrees. And if you're interested you could watch this, very informative instruction-video of problem-solving yourself.

Höhö, have you notied ow everything's on youtube nowadays by the way? Soon we'll be able to graduate through youtube-watching alone. Who needs lectures when we've got clips?

My Generation - The Who

I am your father!

Just spent about an hour and a half speaking to a dear friend of mine on the phone, and earlier today I spoke to another dear friend of mine for about an hour. My phone is exhausted - and warm!

I should've studied, but what the heck - I love my friends! :D

They tried to make me go to rehab...

Last week was pretty eventful, I went on a so-called "booze cruise" which had been arranged by the student union in my school. About 170-ish people from my school were thus crammed into a boat filled with cheap alcohol going to Finland and back again overnight, along with some people from another school, some random older people, and a football team from the Swedish "Allsvenskan", the highest football league in Sweden.

This equation had a number of different results, but overall, my x's became both positive and negative. Haha okay, sorry, that was a terribly feeble attempt at a metaphor.

What I mean is that, my night had both a positive and a negative outcome. On the positive side of the whole thing, I remained sober quite some time talking to one of the football-players, which was something I quite enjoyed. On the minus side - well -  let's just say that I didn't exactly manage to maintain sober, which I was reminded of the next day in a (insert superlative) physical and mental nausea.

(PS. these pictures are not mine)

Rehab - Amy Winehouse

Happy Valentine's Day!

Facebook is lovely, the things you can share there. Well, this time, one of my friends had posted this on their wall. I thought it was pretty funny and quite appropriate for today. It's the Mexican Metro writing about pickup-lines from different countries. What I liked was that both of "my" countries were mentioned; Sweden and Chile. As it's in Spanish I thought I'd translate what I consider the two best ones to English, just for the heck of it;

Sweden - Hello bisquit, here you are crumbling. (Does this even make sense?)
Sweden - May I? Or should we dance first?
Chile - Sweetheart, so many curves, and I, without brakes.


What do you think? Do "my" countries cut it when it comes to cheezy lines?


Writing this, I realised how difficult it can be to translate at times by the way. Kudos to the subtitlers (not all of course!)

Hi blog!

Hello blog! Now I am here, at Jess' place, thinking about times to come whilst she is in her brother's room facebook-chatting me... Weird times. Okay, I don't really know what to write here to be completely frank, so maybe this is my queue to leave.
Might be going out tonight. Maybe. Not too churchly of me, but then again, who said I was Christian. Well well. Ciao!