One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

These Boots Are Made For Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra

If there's something NewLook knows, it has got to be boots. Ankle boots, High leg boots, High heel boots, you name it. After having had several cups of tea today, I found my cup of tea boot-wise. I give to you the: Leather Lace Up Biker Boots, my new crave!

Hey, mr. Bad Boy!

Sunday I spent at my father's girlfriend's son's birthday party. 'S. I stumbled in wearing my lovely lovely wellingtons (which I love) and a lovely lovely hangover so when Cesar, the birthday-boy, started bumping around all over the apartment playing with a balloon my energy level hit zero. This, I learnt, was a bit unfortunate for me as one of Ceasar's half-brothers seemed quite interesting, short-spoken as he was. I might have attempted to make conversation if I was my normal self.

Colin Farrel, famous bad boy, and one of the hottest men alive imo.

I don't know what it is, but as soon as some guy (usually the kind that wears hoodie), gives you the silent-treatment, or seems generally less kind in some way, he quickly gains my attention. The "bad boy", or the one that you know means trouble - my weakest link. Today when I went to the grocery store I looked my absolute worst. I have a harsh cold, so I put on my comfiest/warmest clothes which put together make an incredible mismatch. My hair a mess, and with no make up on, my red nose could be passed for a warning sign. Haha okay, I admit, that last part was quite an exaggeration, but you get the picture, right? Well, I was looking for garlic when suddenly I feel this guy's gaze upon me, so I look up, and what do I see, if not another of the kind. He must've hit his head hard (or he might have been high - who knows), because when I saw him later outside it almost looked like he was trying to flirt. Maybe my cold has made me hallucinate...

Self Esteem - Veronica Maggio (Offspring-cover)

Well, what I wanted to get to with this post however is: Why is the "bad boy" so attractive - when deep down, I think we all know that if he can be "repaired" at all, chances are really small we will be the ones "fixing" him?

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Neopolitan Dreams

Neopolitan Dreams - Lisa Mitchell (Nilow Dubstep Remix)

I had plans to go to Fotografiska (The Museum of Photograhy in my own translation) and meet up with a  friend afterwards, but when I woke up today my cold had practically conquered my throat.

I guess I have myself to blame, I ignored the irritation in my throat yesterday and sat down with my guitar, singing Brown Eyed Girl instead of letting my voice relax, like I often do when I'm sick. I guess rebellion is always answered somehow. Enjoy the Dub!

Dear blog!

Let me tell you about my week-end! Friday I.. Well to be completely honest I don't really remember what happened on Friday, but I don't think I did much. Saturday however, I spent partly cleaning up my room, and organising my clothes. Even though I am known for having a floor-closet (meaning my clothes often form a carpet-like layer on the floor of my room) I do actually demand order amongst my different clothes. T-shirts, blouses, skirts and stockings all have their particular homes in my drawers, and now I have rearranged it all so that, hopefully, the floor-closet will be used less.

After organising my clothes, I took off for dinner at Jess', where she told us less-knowing people about fresher's week (or weeks, as they are two here in Sweden). It sounded really interesting, and very camp-like, I'm looking forward to my own freshers in Scotland next year! Having pissed off some of my friends with games where logical thinking is not the key, but where the silly little details are instead (which by the by is extremely frustrating), I took off again to have a few beers with some friends. I was rather reluctantly dragged off to an "afterparty" consisting of four people (me included) which I surprisingly didn't have to regret. One of the others had the key to an old theatre where he usually has band-practise, and sneaking around in the airy halls tipsy was exactly what I needed!




This is not the theatre I visited, but I thought it looked nice.



They had very random instruments like a gong and some xylophones, but also a concert piano that I couldn't keep my hands off. It was like a dream! The smell of excitement from times past and the ability to play music together with the notion of not actually being allowed there at that time of night was amazing! If I could return, I would! I love everything that has to do with stages! The downside was however that my piano-playing after drinking was pretty flawed.

I came home at 6 o' clock in the morning, but it was all worth it. Even the awkwardness of having to reject an almost "rape-kiss" at one point in the night. Guys! Please stop doing that! It puts the other person in a really uncomfortable situation!

the Romantics

It's 4 a clock in the morning and I'm in a serious lack of sleep, and part of me wants to stay lurking in the closet, but part of me says not to, so... In lack of better judgement, I'm going to tell you a big, fat, juicy secret about me. I am somewhat of a romantic. Bam! There! I said it! And this, my dear readers, is a real kiss.

(Ps. If you've seen the series, you'll probably understand better)