Is it mostly an age thing?
When I was youngER detailing everything that happened to me on an dalily basis and making sure the whole world knew about it came so naturaly. Which isn’t really a shock when you think back to how self involved most people are when they are youngER.
But now that i’m older… not as young, even though I’m doing more with my life now, and having more interesting daily experiences, I never “blog” anything. Does that mean i’m less self involved now?!

Nahhhhhhh

2) Women can’t say No. No, when said by a woman, is not an answer but the start of a negotiation.

3) They prefix them selfs with “just.” I’m Just a mother, Just a wife, Just Oprah.

There are others but lets take these three.

1a) I take time for myself. My whole life is for myself. Most of the time I’m not even aware other people are in the room, I’m too busy thinking about myself. That is the joy of being childless/a sociopath.

2a) I’ve already said “No” to three people today, and it’s only noon. (See #1a)

3a) I’m just f*ing awesome!!

Sure it’s easy for me to criticizes (see #3a) and I know people have these problems, but I hate the way it’s made into a whole “woman are like this” thing on Oprah. It irritates me the way the sanitary napkin commercial that shows woman marching in the street to an empowering anthem “Ain’t gonna’ let no body turn me around, turn me around” irritates me. It’s insulting. Oprah will teach women to have a spine/be empowered so marketers can use that to sell us female products like tampons and vacuum cleaners. I’d rather that song was in a commercial for a big black strap on. The sad thing is I guess American women do need Oprah to teach them how to be A NORMAL HUMAN WITH AN OUNCE OF SELF RESPECT because the boost in woman voters Sarah Palin is pulling in shows a real problem with the gender in that (my… *sigh*) country.

EDIT: OMG OMG.. I found the commercial on Youtube!

One thing I didn’t wait for was registering for my over seas ballot. I got that done today. Now I’m going to clean under the bathtub. Pray for me.

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P.S. My neighbors totally heart me right now

It’s going down tomorrow. I just hope to God the roots are nice and straight and it wont take to long. The good news is that he said the rest of my teeth were beautiful. They should be since I bought this electric tooth brush a while ago, and have been manically taking care of my teeth to get ride of this gingivitis, which the dentist says I have. So that’s good.

To be completely honest… I have never really spent any time taking care of my teeth. Ever. I snus, I drink too much coffee, and yet I’ve never had a cavity, my teeth are white as pearls, and I’ve never had chronic bad breath. So it is pretty amazing that the only problem I have now is 1 cavity in a wisdom tooth. But that’s all in the past. I am now dedicated to brushing twice a day and flossing. In my defense it’s hasn’t been just me being lazy. I have this highly sensitive gag reflex that makes brushing and flossing hellish.

The whole thing is going to coast 1 or 2 thousand kronor, which is a lot when your not use to paying more then 100:- ($14) to see a doctor. The dental system is a little messed up if you ask me. The nurse here said if I just wanted a check up I would have to get on the waiting list and should not expect an appointment for at least a year!

is this funny? Willem DaFoe and Will Farrell in The Procedure

Is this? Nell Carter + Bea Arthur+ Carlton Banks = OMFG!

I’m sure this is.. Zach Galifianakis’ Kanye West Video

Apparently a lot of people have had this problem. Most of them have fixed it by adding a string in the registry but that string is already in mine and it’s still not working. I hate technology.

I’m going to work at Elvis’s café tomorrow. I’ve never work a service job before, I suck at math, and of course the interaction with Swedish people speaking Swedish is scary. I just hope they don’t ask to many questions and just stick to the basic “en kaffe tack.” But it will be worth it. Elvis and I negotiated and I got benefits out of it. That includes Dental! So after work tomorrow I should get that root canal I need. Maybe a grill.

Tweedledee is leaving for China tomorrow. He’ll be gone for 6 months. And unlike the other Tweedle, I think he will actually stay there that long. What will I do!!??!! Well in truth I am going to be going back to Linköping soon anyway so it wont make that much of a difference in my life. Which is all that matters.. my life. And I am really excited to hear how it goes for him.

It will be nice to get back to my apartment and life, although I will be really busy. I’m going to be study full time and getting my licenses and working here and there. I have like a million little things that need to be taken care of. Since I got married my name has changed and the visa in my passport has expired. So I need to get a new passport with the right name, and get a new visa put it in. Plus my Swedish ID card expired in 2004 so I need a new one of those with the right name, and my bankcard not only has the wrong name but is also demagnetized so I need to fix that. Not to mention the Swedish citizenship form I need to send in, then the Swedish passport I’ll need to get. At this point I can barley prove my existence to either the Swedish or American government. These things aren’t difficult just a pain. The American passport will mean a trip to Stockholm to the Embassy and the Swedish citizenship form asks me all kinds of detailed questions like how much money I’ve made since I’ve lived in Sweden. I’m going to have to get several forms from the tax authority for that and to verify to the American government that my name has changed. I need an assistant. Plus I don’t even want to think of the hassle that awaits me in arguing to the Swedish government the my middle name is indeed Kerr. I’ve been told before that Kerr is not a legitimate middle name because it’s a surname. OK fine.. but I wasn’t named in Sweden according to Swedish rules!

That’s all. Now I’m going to wait until Tweedledum calls me and tells me I can come over and cry while I watch him pack his suitcase and leave my life forever.

The campus has been getting a lot of renovations the past few years, and about one year ago they took this research group and put us in this “temporary building.” It’s like a bunker. We call it the bunker. It’s pretty flimsy and the hallway is narrow, and my office is opposite the printer room. So everyday, all day, everyone is walking past my office to get to the printer, with the floor creaking under them.  People wear the loudest shoes!! Women with there heels and boots and  the head of the department wears clogs. There’s this one guy who seems to have never learned to pick his feet up when taking a step, so I hear him shuffling around all day. Mostly I listen to music with my head phones on, but then I never hear anyone knock on my door. Plus I have these really nice, fancy button head phones you stick in your ear. You can’t hear anything when you have them on, which is great but after wearing them a few hours the insides of my ears start to itch which I find REALLY annoying, so I have to take them out.

The free coffee from the machine in the break room is disgusting, to say the least, so you have to go across the street to the over priced cafe which has it’s own problems. I want a LARGE coffee. Something to bring back to my desk and sit and drink for hours. But in typical Swedish fashion they give you this little take away cup that holds about 3 tablespoons of coffee. So you can have a quick, cute fika on the go.

My office is always cold. Although today I was in such a rush to leave on time, I didn’t think about what I was wearing in connection to what the weather was like. So it’s cold and rainy and I have a short sleeved, low necked shirt on. I’m such an artard.

My office has a giant window out to the hall covered with only a piece of white nylon. Just enough so when you are sitting in here you feel as though you have privacy but everyone can see everything as they pass.

I tried out the other bathroom today, as apposed to the one I use all the time. Next to the toilet was a dispenser. The picture showed a happy bathroom patron putting a towel up to it and pressing a button and then wiping the toilet seat with the towel. It seemed to be a anti bacterial gel dispenser. I started to get a little happier, like the woman in the picture, but when I pressed the button nothing came out. It was bone dry.

I think I need to hit someone before the day is over.  Just one or two good shots should do the trick. Hmmmm….. who could I hit…. thinking, thinking…. who deserves a good punch in the face? And who’s face is at the same height as mine.. because they are short and stupid.. and smell and I HATE YOU!