WAHAHAHAHA.

This is the best I can achieve a day like this. Monday. Last Exam.
Property Law = Waste of perfectly good braincells.

The album I'm waaaaay beyond excited to even trying to put it down in words.
T.I. - No Mercy.







Hotness? OHYES!

Best study music ever?
Mark Ronson & The Business Intl. - The Record Collection.




I'm so hooked.
Insane.
Not liking it? (Get over yourself)
Then go for Juanes.




Best album being Mi Sangre.
Whatever floats your boat.

So perhaps I'm rather dead. AKA. Sleep deprived.
Two exams in one day.
Then alcohol-abuse. Then sleeeeeep.
Then find someone who can give me a diagnosis as to the regard of my non-functioning car as there clearly is something wrong regardless of what the so-called professional people say.
Then clean my place.
Then start studying for property law.
Then write one last and final exam.
Then sleeeeeeeep.
Then holidaaay!
And the holy trinity.
BeachBoysBooze.
YAY!

So. I have a plan for next year. And only three exams left.
Afrikaans this morning. How the hell that exam was easier than economics is beyond me.
Love this outfit. Fuck up I'm still staying in Africa though. But I need the bag.

LOVELOVELOVELOVE

So perhaps we went to watch an awesome movie last night. The crazies. I'm still rather fascinated. And purple slush-puppy. That's all I have to say for now. Social coma shall continue. And just for the record, have I mentioned Big Bang Theory is amazing? AFK n00bs!

Day 04 - What you ate today

Let's share the bestest thing in the world when it comes to coffee-bread. Or whatever one would call fika-bröd in English. Also the reason as to why my kitchen is a mess. Thank God for the individual who invented the dishwasher! 

• 150 grams butter
• 5dl milk
• 50 grams yeast
• 1dl sugar
• 1tsp salt
• 1,4 L wheat flour
• 2 tsp grounded cardamom
  
  Filling 
• 150 grams butter (room temperature)
• ½ cup sugar
• cinnamon
• cardamom
  
  Topping
• 1 egg
• Pearl sugar

1. Break the yeast in a bowl. 
2. Melt the butter and add milk. 
3. Warm it up until it’s warmish.(37°C  / 98°F)  
4. Now pour the mixture over the yeast. 
5. Finally add the other ingredients and work the dough. 
6. Let the dough rise under a kitchen towel for about 30 min or until it has doubled the size.
7. Prepare the filling by mixing the butter (room temperature) with the sugar.
8. After the dough has rested, divide it into four pieces. 
9. Roll the first piece out so that it is about 1/3 inch thick. 
10. Butter it with the butter/sugar mixture and sprinkle it with cinnamon. 
11. Now you roll it up. 
12. Take a sharp knife and slice it into ten pieces. 
13. Put the pieces on a baking tray with baking paper or in paper liners. 
14. Do this with the other three pieces of dough too.
15. Now the rolls have to rest another 40 minutes, under a kitchentowel. 
16. Use the last 20 minutes to preheat the oven to 225°C /482°F
17. Beat up an egg and brush egg on the rolls and sprinkle pearl sugar on them.
    Put them in the oven for 5-8 min.

Receipt & Pics

You don't always have to do everything right
Stand up for yourself
Put up a fight
Walk around with your hands up in the air
Like you don't care

The most significant tools to constitute this very Saturday:
- Advils
- Caffeine
- Labour Relations Act
- Basic Conditions of Employment Act
- Employment Equity Act
- Highlighters
- Parol Evidence Rule

Paulina and I have gone for a major walk this morning. Actually not too bad to wake up early, well apart from the fact my head is having a pulse of it's own.

Just wanted to announce that I got 80% for my assignment. That I did by myself. There is one, or perhaps two groups which got 82%. I'm rather pleased with this accomplishment. YAY!

Now I shall return to my social-coma.

I shall gladly, happily and extremely proudly announce that my precious friend Nathalie is the best first year law student at Stirling University, Scotland. YAAAY!

So the electricity is gone. Thus my internet is gone. Thus I can't get anything done. Well, you know addicts.... So now I'm at the library. And I've baked for most of the day. But the camera is at home. Didn't really plan to have an abrupt electricity death. And my coffee-thermos is leaking. But it is very pretty. I really need to shift focus when it comes to purchasing things because they are pretty. Pretty thing never lasts.

I miss my bestest friend. Buhu!

Day 03 - Your Parents

As have been set out. I have two parents. (Here I would love to say, one mother and one mother or one father and one father, that is however not the case.) One mother and one father. There's probably there the normal-ness of it stops. My dad moved out when I was roundabout 12 and stayed in his apartment 300 km away during the weeks and came home during the weekends. When I was in grade 11 my mum moved out to her apartment and stayed there during the weeks and came back to the house during the weekends.

My parents means so much to me. They have supported me with everything I've wanted to do. From being taxis, acting as banks, transporting shelves from Sweden to SA, moral support - you name it.

As they are not so much for planning, well it has given me more than any plans could have. I've realised, amongst others; it doesn't matter if you might not know the address of the hotel you're going to. It doesn't matter if you can't speak the same language as the taxi driver, you can have a conversation for half an hour anyway. Never trust someone when they talk about the weather nor the distance, especially not my mother, cause she really doesn't know. It doesn't matter if maybe you happen to take wrong on the returndate and rock up at the airport a day in advance. It doesn't matter if you happen to run out of petrol in the middle of rural Africa. If you trip (think not making a sound on your toes) away from a seller at a market he will lower the price. If the locals look funny at you, you might have taken the wrong turn somewhere.

Haha my parents are rather chilled. And music should be played loud or not at all. And football, well put it like this, if Carlstad United was an individual or a dog, he would have been part of our family.

So once again I'm stuck between a rock and a really hard place. I don't really get the saying, but since Jason always says it, let's honour him to be part of this tonight. I don't really know what I want to do. Kinda keen to start baking. Really need to start studying. Should pack away the groceries filling up my kitchen counter. Should continue that list and write about my parents. Just don't really know where about to begin.

Insanely tired. Need coffee. Listening to Jeremih. Need to study. Not feeling it.

Possible to personify sex? I'd say he looks fiiiine. 50 that is, hahaha.