On movies you probably don't know but definitely should see - Night Nurse

So yesterday's post was kinda... grim, I guess. I've had a bit of a rough week. Anywho, it's no biggie, I'm not having a relapse or anything, so no worries. I've just had a long, tiring week, and I've been kinda out of sorts lately. I'm heading to my parents this afternoon to help them with yard work. I think quitting Stockholm and getting on with some menial labour will be just the thing. Until then, I thought I'd leave you with a movie to watch for your Friday night, seeing as it's been quite a while since my last one of these.

On body image

Today one of my favourite Swedish designers needed a size 38 model to try stuff on. Having size 36/38 in like everything I ever wear, I figured I'd give it a try and emailed him my measurements. Turns out the measurements were completely off, and that both my boobs and hips should've been smaller (by like, inches). My waist and length were fine, but apparently I've got too much 'junk in the trunk' or whatever. And really, it's fine that I wasn't picked (although a little embarrassed, because hey, I didn't want to be the girl who sent her measurements to a designer and was told no for being too big, even though he didn't use any such words), although I'm stuck wondering what the hell a size 38 is supposed to be. If size 38 in the store fits, am I not a size 38? It's shit like this that makes people think they're too large. No wonder weird eating habits are on the rise.

On cards and credit

I totally love the apartment Hemingway's staying at at the moment, but it doesn't have internet connection, and that seriously cramps my style. I'm not entirely sure I'd leave at all otherwise. It makes me a terrible blogger, and my silent friends, I'm sorry. I'll try to get my act together, I promise.

I had to head in to Fridhemsplan today to pick up a dress that my mom had reserved at a store, only to find that my untrustworthy bank card had suddenly up and died on my completely. Always awkward. Time to order a new one. I hate standing at the counter, feeling like an idiot. It's like if you go to the store, decide not to buy anything, and then have to leave.

So anywho, in order to get some internet I'm now hanging out at the library here. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to use it, because I have some loan debts (curse you thesis essay!), so I decided to test it before taking a trip to the bathroom, which of course proved to be a near-fatal error. Now I'm stuck having to pee really badly with a laptop on my lap. Then again, I was just complimented by an old man for having such a 'nice-looking, convenient computer'. Aww. I love old people.

I had something longer planned for you guys today, but ice cream in the park calls my name. This getting acts together business seems doomed to failure. Hope you'll stick with me anyways!

On life and hearts

Yesterday, when we met in the subway to go play pool together, Hemingway greeted me with the news that he's going back to Hong Kong again for a month. Obviously this sucks (and it totally threw me off my game), and while I was unhappy and upset, of course it's only natural that he goes. I mean, his family lives there and everything, I'd be surprised if he chose to spend his vacations elsewhere. Still, doesn't stop me from moping, so moping shall commence. Until then, I decided that the best course of action would be to hang out with my sister Hannibal and her sons, taking them to the Police Museum and walking in the sweltering sun.

On personalities and hobos

The brain testing people got back in touch with me and asked me to fill out a kind of 'personality quiz' to go with the experiment. I love love love stuff like this, I can sit and fill out personality quizzes online forever. So much fun! This one was a pretty standard one, filled with various statements that you'd rank according to how well they corresponded with your personality (reminding me a bit of the Myers-Briggs test). Some questions were just completely ridiculous though.

On Greece and family vacations

Pony, G and I decided to go on a family vacation, possibly the only one we'll have time for before Japan happens. My parents own a house in a tiny mountain village, and after the pretty shitty spring we'd all had, a relaxing vacation was what we needed. The place is a nice hideaway from the world, like you have your home problems at home and you can just peacefully exist among the beautiful fields and pine groves. Sitting in the sun eating watermelon, there's not much I miss, apart from Hemingway that is.

Home sweet home.

On family reunions and religious ramblings

I know I said I was going to sew a dress in four hours, but seeing how I passed out from being completely exhausted yesterday at midsummer's eve, the number one party weekend for swedes everywhere, at the tender time of 10 pm after having a nice yet uneventful night in at Sand's, I didn't much see the point of getting up early to sew something. Never fear though, I'll do it later this week and allow myself a little bit more time to do it too.

Today was spent with Hemingway and my family celebrating the baptism of my nephew, a baby I lovingly call Baby Bighead. My dad, being a minister, was in charge of the baptism, and me, being an atheist, sat in skeptical silence as always when it comes to church stuff. Generally I can live through a service without too much whining, but at one point in the sermon my dad was describing what it might be like for people when Christianity came for the first time by going "wow, how awesome to find a religion that allows me to just be who I am!" Sure dad, as long as you're not gay, or heaven forbid a woman who likes sex, wear clothes made with mixed material fabrics, or ever feel like eating shellfish. If there's one thing religion just doesn't do, it's accept people for who they are. That's like the basis of all religion - impose rules on other people to make them more to your liking and easier to control.

Pictured: Religion.