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I can’t believe it’s starting to feel like summer, now that summer is almost over. What a rip off.

Ok, so here are my innermost thoughts and feelings about out impending move.

Living in Linköping these past 6 years has been good and bad. Sure it’s annoying to have almost all our friends in another town, not to mention my job, but it has been nice in a way. Linköping was like our get away. There is something to be said in having an apartment in a town a couple hours away from the rest of your life. It was the place were the two of us could be by ourselves with only the occasional outside interference and I’m going to miss that in a way. Now my whole life will be in Örebro and it will be much harder to escape things. There’s always Nora, but it’s not really the same thing. Before anyone gets to insulted, it’s not really my friends and family I like to escape… (often) it’s more my job. This job is frankly, a little scary. I know I can do it, and I will rock it, but it’s so much responsibility and it’s on going responsibility. I had a lot of responsibility in what I did earlier as well, but the project would always end. Then I could go back to Linköping and just be alone with my husband and my cat, and not have to think about what was happening at the office until they needed me again. But now… THERE WILL BE NO ESCAPE. It’s going to be constant monitoring of every step of this 6 years study. Not just one tiny part. And this study is huge! I’m going to have to use every weapon in my organizing arsenal. It’s exciting, but also…. I WANT TO BE FREE! Free like the wind. It’s kinda’ like I’m getting married again. Commitment is just scary in any form. I know this is called “being a grown-up” to commit yourself to people and jobs and animals, and houses and kids, and life. But I never said I wanted to be a grown-up.

Here’s an interesting fact. I have moved 9 times that I can remember. Meaning I moved once or twice when I was 2 but we wont count those. That gives me an average of moving every 3 years of my life so far. I’ve lived in my currant apartment in Linköping for 6 years. 6 years! That’s longer then I’ve lived any place in my whole life. That’s longer then my mother has lived any place except her childhood home.

“Writing” might be a stretch. More like sitting here, trying to think of something to write, and being distracted by a discussion on IRC about Chicken factories that led to a talk about pink flamingos, and other stuff including stalkers, people that want to kill us and people that wont add us as friends on Facebook. Well one person that wont add me…. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

I’m moving in 10 days. It’s going to be so weird to go to work and come home… to my own home at the end of the day! And to be able to see my friends when ever I want! Or more accurately when ever they want. I do feel bad for taking my mother’s only grandchild away from her though. But a baby should be with it’s mother.

I think I’m becoming a really non-imaginative person. I completely coming up short now, and I am constantly failing at the whole, witty Facebook status thing. I think being out in the world, around people drains imagination. And funny. I don’t really feel funny anymore. Obviously I still am, because genius doesn’t go away over night.

Oh I head something awesome. I haven’t googled this at all, so this is just the words of some drunk guy, but apparently they have found recently that ant colonies have contact with other ant colonies all over the world and they think that basically they are all taking orders from one super mega ant! Well that last part is properly hyperbole, but it’s such an awesome idea!! Like there’s a giant supreme ant living someone in the core of the earth. One day the ants will revolt. And we thought it would be the monkeys. We were WAY off!

My finale thought; did you know an ant queen lives up to 30 years?

2009 has been kicking ass! My old age aside… work is fun. The new blood in the office is entertaining (in more ways then one!) my cat is loosing weight, and my long, long, long, lost, lost, lost, childhood best friend found me! Now I just need to find an apartment.

I’ve never made a New Years resolution and I’m not this year either. But I am giving myself a New Years present. This New Years I’m giving myself the gift of a cancer free live. I’m cutting away the cancer that is insidious human beings that suck on your energy until their chubby little bodies are over filled with your blood. I’m to old and to awesome to wast anymore time on blood suckers. Especially violent ones!

I was sick right before Christmas then on Sunday I got sick again. I’ve been laying in bed the last few days sure that I was going to be to sick to go to the New Years party my friends are having. At first I was really disappointed but then I thought it might be nice. Staying at home with my family, watching a movie, having a dinner and going to bed at 12:05. But alas I am better… so screw that I’m going to PARTY!!

My husband is sick and it’s really starting to take a toll on me! He’s been in bed for three days while I have been banished to the “servants” quarters, our computer room with a spare bed in it. I say “servants” quarters because every few hours he calls me on his cell phone to get him something. I don’t mind taking care of him when he’s sick, but after three days, with Sweden being in perpetual darkness, and not being able to sleep in my own bed… it’s starting to bum me out. Not exactly a great “pre-Christmas” week.

Other stuff happened today that made me sad to. None of your bees wax stuff. It’s over and everything has worked out, but now I just feel sad and lonely and I don’t have anyone to talk to. I just want today to be over all ready.

Plus I just know I’m going to get sick on Christmas.

I’m going to watch it’s a wonderful life and eat soap and feel sorry for myself.

Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation.

1. The age at your next birthday

2. A place you’d like to travel to

3. your favorite place

4. your favorite food

5. Your favorite pet(s)

6. Your favorite color combi.

8. Your favorite piece of clothing

8. Your all-time favorite song

9. Your all-time favorite TV show

10. The town in which you live

11. Your screen name/nickname

12. Your first job

14. Your dream job

15. Your worst fear

16. the one thing you’d like to do before you die

I remixed my backwards Swedish song. I call it “Vara Tara, Bara Vara”
It will be coming out on my new album, “Tara’s hits of the 90’s.”
It’s psychedelic house trance acid funk rock.
Vara Tara, Bara Vara

“Rolling stone just did this Great article on John McCain.
Psychological tests should be required of presidential nominees!

-At least three of McCain’s GOP colleagues have gone on record to say that they consider him temperamentally unsuited to be commander in chief. Smith, the former senator from New Hampshire, has said that McCain’s “temper would place this country at risk in international affairs, and the world perhaps in danger. In my mind, it should disqualify him.” Sen. Domenici of New Mexico has said he doesn’t “want this guy anywhere near a trigger.” And Sen. Thad Cochran of Mississippi weighed in that “the thought of his being president sends a cold chill down my spine. He is erratic. He is hotheaded.”

McCain’s frequently inappropriate humor has also led many to question his self-control. In 1998, the senator told a joke about President Clinton’s teenage daughter at a GOP fundraiser. “Why is Chelsea Clinton so ugly?” McCain asked. “Because her father is Janet Reno!”

I do love inappropriate humor… and that joke is pretty good… but still.

It’s not that funny, it’s just me singing a song speed up.. but for some reason it’s cracking me up. I think I’m punk dunk.

speed

I love my little iriver mp3 player. Not just because it’s little and cute… but because it spontaneously starts recording in my purse. Tonight I found this clip on it. I have no idea what I was talking about, or when this was recorded.

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I’m on a debate high. That was much better then the Obama/McCain debate.

Palin totally charmed me with her folksiness.. so much so I didn’t even notice that she couldn’t answear 80% of the questions and kept bring it back to energy.. you know she’s an oil and gas regulater!! Oh and a maverick.. she’s a maverick.. and so is McCain! MAVERICKS YEAH! Biden just kept going on and on and on about plans and actions, yawn. I want my head of state to be cute!

“Sarah Palin is the most disrespectful thing that anybody could have done to woman at any time.”

-Roseanne Barr on Real Time with Bill Maher

We just got back for a crayfish party.

You rip apart these poor little creatures,

eat their meat and drink a lot (I’m totally wasted). The fun really begins when the American at the table is sickened by the poop canal.

I had a great idea. Stop motion movie remakes with crayfish. Crayfish “Showgirls” Crayfish “Valley of the Dolls” Crayfish “Charlie’s Angels 2: Full Throttle.” The possibilities are endless.

I just found these on the net. Someone took away all of Garfields thought bubbels. It actually makes it better. I know a lot of people hate Garfield but I always loved it.

They took it out yesterday. The surgeon decided he wanted to try pulling it just to get a feel for it and as he said “if it fractures the operating room is right next door. If it doesn’t and I get it out here it’s cheaper for you.” I’m never one to turn up a deal! So he gave me the Novocaine which was the worst part. It felt like a golf ball was slowly growing on the roof of my mouth. He was trying to make small talk with me but images of swallowing my own tounge were flying threw my head. I started gaging. If I had eaten anything, (which I didn’t because I know myself so well) I would have thrown up all over the pretty little white porcelain spitting sink. He started tugging and I could feel that it was loosening. He kept tugging and yanking and within 5 minuets it was out in one piece. No muss no fuss. He asked if I wanted to keep the tooth to which I said “YEAH!!”

The recovery sucks! I’m living in constant fear of dislodging the blood clot and getting what is called “dry socket.” Today I ate and although I chewed on the other side, something I can’t do without tilting my head(?), and then washed it out with mouth wash and water, I’m still a little nervous. I mean if I had an open wound on my leg I wouldn’t rub soup and Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream all over it would I?

I’m taking Ipren and Alvadone for the pain. Which is Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen. I took them just as the Novocaine was wearing off, so I got a good 15 minuets of pure “this is what it feels like when someone ripes a tooth from your head” pain. This morning around 7 I woke up and the drugs had worn off, that was also bad. It was so stiff. I couldn’t open my jaw enough to say the word hand.

But I can feel it’s getting better and then I’m going to eat nothing but hard scratchy food for weeks! Oh and snus!! My God! I got the patch and used that yesterday and today, but it hurts! I’ve tried it on both arms and every few hours I get like an aching in my arm for 10 minuets or so. It’s gross to think that’s from the nicotine seeping into my skin. So skip that. I’ll take 1 or 2 snuns tomorrow. I will live.

I’ve been playing on this site Avanoo all night.  It’s a polling site and you can upload your own questions. Then it gives you details about the results. So if you want you can find out how many people on this site read on the toilet.  Think how many papers a sociologist could write from the data on this site. HA! *SNAP*

I’m alone! W00t! “He” is off sell sausages with his parents till Tuesday! TUESDAY! Lord. It’s been so long since I have been alone, able to wallow in my own crapulence. Tonight I watched 3 movies, cried to 2 of them, ate nachos for dinner, and clipped my toenails in bed. Oh yeah. I’m that gross! On the other hand, I did also break one thing and almost break another. See I was on my way from the computer room to the living-room with our brand new 2 gig memory stick with a movie on it. Oh and the cap was off.. that’s an important detail. But I needed to wash my hands. So I did what any normal person would do and held the memory stick in my mouth between my teeth as I washed my hands in the bathroom sink. Then I started to get worried that having it in my mouth for the time it would take me to wash my hands thoroughly would make me gag so I leaned down and tried to lay it on the top part of the sink while still washing my hands. Of course it fell into the sink which was full of soapy water. But I picked it up really quickly and dried it off and it still works. So then later.. I accidentally ran the wheel of my desk chair into the wireless usb that was sticking out of the front of my computer. It’s bent and I can’t bend it back. You think I would have learned after breaking “HIS” blue-tooth usb thing that was sticking out of the front of his computer a few months ago. Heh. I’m about as delicate and thoughtful as a 11 year old boy. I wounder what I will do/break tomorrow night after a few glasses of wine.

My boss just gave me a banana.