These past days have been pure magic. Decided against writing the exam and have been living my life instead. I miss Z something terribly, heaven knows how that happened haha. Just finished cleaning the flat, I really should sit down and restructure this wardrobe situation of mine. And I need to change bedding in the bedrooms. Reckon I'll go and buy new ones tomorrow. Cannot wait for these peoplez to arrive. Ah and tomorrow we shall raid Zara. I need a pair of checked pants, a white blazer, black stilettos…the list can be made endless. He left flowers before he left this morning. They are quite lovely indeed. Roses that are both pink and apricot. Yes indeed. Life is rather amazing!

So I have my sick-exam on Thursday at 14.00. That is in 48 hours or so. What do I know about the subject unjustified enrichment? Well dear admirers, lets just say it is not much. Z went back to Stellies on Sunday. Makes me sad and I miss him terribly. The roller coaster ride of D seems to have gotten wings and is more like a virus I can't seem to shake, regardless of what my mind is telling me. My family is arriving on Friday, 72 hours or so from now. Can't wait to get some kind of fresh breeze into my life! Last night Matt and I made tacos before he had to go in for whatever St Georges needed him for. I keep finding myself with my hands in cookie jars which never should have been reopened in the first place. Makes me realise just how much I desperately need varsity to open again.

The best thing I have read in forever and ever! …and then I've lived in this godforsaken place for what feels like forever.

So yet another weekend have come to an end. So tired of complaining about things that doesn't matter. Decided to change my mindset and dragged myself out of bed to go to varsity to fetch the last papers for the visa application, then went to Pretty and lied on her bed for a while. Took the bus to town and decided to look around in the stores for christmas gifts, but way too zoned out to actually give it a valid attempt. Then I took the bus home, went and bought food, tried eating and threw it all up. Went to bed to watch The Good Wife, then collapsed and phoned gran. Now back on top of things and gonna watch horror movies with my stand-in-bf.

An amazing extract of my happy playlist:

• Krossa alla fönster - Maskinen
• C'est la vie - B*Witched
• Got the feelin' - 5ive
• We don't care - Akon
• Fun - Anna Bergendahl
• A real hero - Chase & Drive
• Wasting waters - Emerentia
• Gangsta - Kat Dahlia
• Do you really want me - Robyn

Some things are just not worth worry about. This would include the bridges I've burnt and people I find to have ridiculous values and can therefore not associate myself with. I keep having one-two week romances with different fellas, most lovely thing ever. The last one probably ended sometime after I found out I didn't have HIV, always something positive I suppose. This weekend Nick and I went to the Radisson for a whatever party, spent the night, then the day at the spa and enchiladas for supper. Now I'm busy baking and feeling about as tranquil as ever. Furthermore I've realised men just isn't my thing, well…not that women are..ag I just don't know. Think I'm gonna die alone. Pity I don't like cats cause then I suppose they will eat half my face.

I'm tired of bothering with things which doesn't matter, people that only make me angry and sad. Really  isn't any kind of point with anything. Expect nothing, and you will never be disappointed.

So. Tomorrow. Fixing the hair. Having coffee with Traidy. Secondhand shopping for the next shoot. And I should make time to watch that movie with Elm. And study. Oh how I need to study. And Oh how I love public international law. It just makes so much sense. Amazing really! Oh. Don't have time to sleep. That's all I really know. No time to sleep.

The story of today features my precious sister.
She phone's me to find out how to get to Kungens Kurva in Stockholm.
So I give her the name of the subway, the number of it as well as the colour of the lane. Not to mention the place where it is headed to. Now…… do we think she understands what I'm saying… well, no. So I tell her to go to the other side of the tracks because she's facing the wrong direction…. she walks to the other side of the sign…which obviously says the same thing as the first side of the same sign did… She cannot for the life of her understand why she can't find the right lane…until she realises she's one platform too far down//////I die laughing.

Then she rides the subway, changes to the bus and heads to Kungens Kurva….only to find out when she gets there…..it's the wrong hotel//////I die again.

She phones back a few hours later to let me know she has now finished her shopping and has figured out she was meant to take the tram, and not the subway. Good stuff I reckon. She checks in and gets the key…..and then can't unlock the door….because she's fucked up the key….rides down again and gets a new key….enters the room to find a note that says "Today will be Your day". How about maybe not. Then she gets her period. Then she goes to get ice…..and leaves the key in the room so she has to go down to the reception again to get yet another one/////I'm dead by now. Can't laugh anymore.

Did I mention she's coming to ZA in January? AAAAAAHHHH SO EXCITING HAHAHAHAHHA!!

So the past few weeks, or well months maybe, but time flies.....well anyhow, in the nearby past, if that now is a concept, I've felt like I've been having the reds as Holly Golightly would put it. And now obviously having the reds is far worse than having the blues, it's pretty obvious regardless if Breakfast at Tiffany is a movie you've come across or not. You see it's like this, my car is still not back from the goddamn garage and this is mainly where my problem lies. I hate spending time alone, and without a car my life is rather lonely. Not that I don't have friends and all of that, of course I do. But when I feel alone I would take a random drive somewhere, sit down, have a cup of coffee at some random coffee shop and read a book. It was the small things which kept me sane. Also in this mess I have decided to leave my time as a blondie and try being a red-head. Now the thing is this....I have no pigment in my hair so the red disappeared after saaaay a week. And now my hair is pink. Like pretty insanely pink in fact. I miss feeling at home in this town, do my random trips and what not. Been hooking up with a Swedish guy for a while now, breath of fresh air in this misery. And I have spent a fair amount of time at the hospital. Exciting times! Now all I want is my precious baby back. Then I need to apply for a new visa, and get a new drivers licence since my wallet got stolen. Oh the admin behind all these small and trivial things in life!

Exams changed a bit so writing the first one on Friday. Would rather sleep quite honestly. Can't express how much I love wine. Nor how much I miss my people. Feels like half of me is missing and my phone bill is a necessary evil.

Provisional exam time table:

6 - unjustified enrichment
8 - public international law
11 - criminal law
13 - interpretation of statutes
18 - human rights law
25 - private international law

So lately things have indeed been rather shitty. But now it all seems to be coming in order. Well, if one views it in context to the greater scale of things anyhow. They need to change the gear box of my car. Which is pretty sad, imagine all the pretty shoes I could have bought instead. But at the same time, I'm getting my baby back. I'm taking out the stitches tomorrow. Changing my hair tomorrow. [side bar: AAAAAHHHH SO EXCITEDDDD!!!!] The money should be in my account by now, but well...with my luck I probably sent it somewhere else haha. Then I have to wait until next week when (fingers crossed) the Swedish ones arrive. What else is there? Still no new table, but shit just have to wait. Hmmmm... Is that it? Car/wallet/hospital... Ohyes, my shitty marks might just take me to exams after all. Although there ain't no playing around with these exams, ahhhh so much pressure.

I fetched the parcels from mother dearest on Monday and hung the curtains wearing 15 cm stilettos, who the fuck needs a man?! Hahaha! Also got taco spices to feed the whole of Africa.

Rihanna is performing on Wednesday next week and I have yet to decide if it's worth all the hassle that trip will bring. Although I've pretty much decided that it's not worth the pain it will cause and create. Just too bloody close to the exams.

Been contemplating this whole Korea story as well. Might just be what I need. Not ready to grow up quite yet. 


I turn 25 on Friday. All I really want to do is to eat sushi and drink strawberry daiquiris all night long. 

So lets just say these past two months might just not have been to my favour. Or maybe they have. Depending on how one view the situation. My car is still rather busted - but I haven't crashed it so I'm still alive and kicking. My body is bruised and scarred and filled with stitches - but it didn't cut my spine so I can still walk. My marks are really shitty - but still enough to get DP and write the exams. My heart is beyond broken and bruised - but I'm still happier now than I've been for the other months and I'm doing it on my own, independent.

Last week of being 24. Quite insane how quickly the time has passed. Almost exams and then one more year left of varsity. Thereafter heaven knows what I'm going to do. Never thought I'd be in this situation if you'd asked me last year when everything was planned and plotted. Funny how things changes.

Rihanna the 16th, don't know if it's worth going. Or if I should just give up and go, get a car and drive back. But then it will all be for nothing. However, it's not like I have ever taken the easy way out before so why would I start now?

So once again I have no idea what the world have got in store for me. Today I've had a class, we have been to some school in the coloured parts of this town and informed them of their rights to education - or well, first we got lost on our way there, no surprises - went home with a throbbing headache and decided to sleep it off, didn't work so I overdosed on painkillers and slept some more. My lesbian lover phoned and was balling her eyes out in the phone, have still no idea what she was going on about between the sobs, been finishing off my human rights notes, and now I'm having cream soda and watching the latest episode of The Newsroom. Ahh, and still no car. But it's all okey, I've come to terms with the fact I shall be without a car for the coming future. And although I know I probably should swallow my pride and just make that phone-call in order to get one, I just can't get myself to do just that. So I will rather learn this bus-system, do love riding the bus after all.

Anything else? My body aches after the tennis on Tuesday so busy sitting with my hot-water bottle. Gotta love this thing. Could kill for a massage, but don't have the time for anything else but being focused. Oh, and I have a new crush, but doubt he likes me back so it's all butterflies in a world of misery, but maybe it's for the better.

Until next time, do yourselves a favour and get Rita Ora's album Ora and Ariana Grande's album Yours Truly- to die for!

So I'm going insane. I switched on my old phone last week after 6 months radio-silence. And that was a  fucking retarded idea of mine. So now I'm feeling depressed or well, pathetic really, thinking that a year didn't mean anything. And I miss Matt. But I can't stand to go to CT now. Too lazy, too tired, too damaged. And I got my results back, distinctions in the bag baby! Haha. Luckily something is going my way these days.

Tomorrow I need to go and fix my nails as I managed to break one last night and then abused women, then I shall be buying a new sofa. Because I need something new in my life and men are a complete waste of time.

Exam time again!

6 - Law of Evidence
7 - Law of Criminal Procedure
11 - Criminal Law
13 - Customary Law
18 - Law of Succession

Other than this. Well it ain't much. My car is busy getting a new windscreen so I'm stranded. I'm eating pasta bolognese and drinking coffee as per usual. Tip of the month is however: watch Bates Motel and Hannibal. Too amazing! And listen to the playlist below obviously.

Playlist:

• Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men
• Preacher - OneRepublic
• I Love It - Icona Pop
• Biggest Fan - Chris Brown
• Haunted - Taylor Swift
• Break Me, Shake Me - Savage Garden
• Sing Along - The JaneDear Girls
• Dress On - Justin Timberlake
• Call You Tonight - Whitney Houston 
• Bitches Love Me - Lil Wayne

It is a long weekend in Africa. I have three places where I ought to be - but I am rather certain I will remain in my flat, being the hermit I am. Especially since I've finally managed to clean it. Reckon I will be making pasta carbonara for supper and continue my Boston Legal / Sex and the City marathons. Need to get a new book, can't take more Swedish at the moment. Also we really need to order the gown etc for graduation.

Anyhow, what's new this side?
Well this week I've merely written tests, had some random supper and plenty of food cooked for me. Love the weirdness of all of it. Other than that. Nothing happens and I either spend time in class or busy studying. Rather lovely though. Found a new project I'm actually keen in doing - cooperation over borders or something of similar kind.

That's about it. Gonna make food and put on a pot of coffee and put away the dry cleaning and then just chill in front of the TV with my phone switched off. Lovelovelove.

Too satisfied with my new babies!

So I'm back in the Bay. Fresh start. The world laying at my feet.
LLB. New number. No boyfriend. New bedroom. Fresh flowers.
Love it.

So this holiday have been spent doing...absolutely nothing. Reading books, creating playlists, clearing out the computer, travelling by plane, train and cars, sleeping in hotel and on couches, meeting people, ignoring people, losing myself and hopefully, just in time for the plane to land in PE, found myself again.

Favourite book: Looking for Alaska / Sandmannen
Favourite movie: Intouchables / I Rymden Finns Det Inga Kanslor
Favourite series: Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23 / Hart of Dixie
Favourite store: Monki
Favourite food: Kebab / Tunnbrodsrulle
Favourite music: Demi Lovato / Timbuktu

I MADE IT I MADE IT I MAAAADE ITTTT!!!!!!

Whoopwhoopwhoop! Life is pretty good right now waaaa!!

So much chaos. Matt and I are about as finished as a couple could ever have been. The marks are still not out. I've spent tons of time at the abused women centre and now I'm at home, watching Suits and trying to pick which shoes to pack and what outfit to wear.

So I can't sleep, thus I'm cleaning. Busy with my second load of washing and it's 8.01. Now I'm eating toasted ciabatta bread with raspberry-jam and coffee meanwhile trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do with my life.

Watched movies with Elm yesterday; Snow White and the Huntsman & Puncture. Snow White wasn't too bad at all! Puncture on the other hand was slightly lame, but with a valid message I suppose.

Otherwise I've realised nachos isn't my thing anymore since Nay and I went to Cubana on Friday and I couldn't even finish half my plate. Such a disappointment really! Then Elm and I packed her things together and her car is currently filled to the breaking-point with everything from shoes to kitchen appliances to the chair she has lying in the passenger seat, went to Spur for supper and News Cafe for a drink. Yesterday we did absolutely nothing but went to Nando's for supper and watched the movies. And today she's leaving for Oudts and I shall be vacuuming, dusting and mopping. The rate this place gets dirty still amazes me! Furthermore I'm almost done packing; it's down to the final decision of which handbag shall I be travelling with and which shoes shall I bring with...decisionsdecisions!

So the results are published next week. Until then I will be pounding grape. Tata!

DOOOOONE!

Or well, finger's crossed until the results are out. So far I've bonded with tequila. And that's about all I can tell for sure. The blue marks on my body confirm I seem to have been fallen around more than usual. It's all a mystery really. Other than this I can inform you that I have tried to start packing. Let's just say, I'll try again a little bit later. Then I am going to purchase christmas gifts and hopefully receive this alleged parcel which is about....two months too late....and according the webpage have been in transit from Joburg since the 2nd November. It must be growing legs and walking here itself. Also I've been baking! A cardamon-cake! Too yummy!

That's about it. I shall try to choose one of the endless amounts of books which mother dearest sent, and make myself a cup of tea and crawl up in bed.

Tomorrow I shall be cleaning. Oh how nice to vacuum and dust away all the exam-stress!

The joy about reading about autonomy, 02.13 in the morning. I mean, it doesn't get much better than this. It involves satisfying one's own preferences rather than having them satisfied by others, and it involves accomplishing things rather than merely enjoying well-being. It's too amazing really. 4 questions a 25 marks. 9.00 in the fucking morning. Lovelovelove!

So there's 13.5 hours left until my last exam.
How much do I know you might wonder.
Well dear admirers it is not as much as one would expect.
I do however know that I have a thousand mosquito-bites.

That's about it.
Farewell.

I found a cap I bought when I was in CT with mother dearest!
Too nice!
Now: Summer's Memorandum, Schooling Vouchers and Unemployment...
Final undergrad - Economics module!
*Finger's Crossed*