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I’m gloomy today.

I wanted to update every day this week (probably not going to) so here’s an update to say that people, my life and the world in general seem to suck. Trying to type up a more elaborate reason on word which I might post tomorrow but is probably just going to end up deleting like always. I wanted to have this part in small font so people could ignore it but I can’t find where I should click.


I take way too many photos on my cell. A lot of them are from messing around with the different anatomical dolls and replicas from school.

1. This is my school flirt, the skeleton of Henry Cavill.With that jaw you could almost mistake him for Metroman!Photobucket
2. Me and the skeleton of Henry Cavill flaunting our love.Photobucket
3. This is my secret gay lover, Mira. She’s been parked out in the school corridor over the weekend and I don’t know why.

4. Mira’s O-face (lots of things happening off-camera in this shot).
5. Mira’s “aaah”-face.
6. Leaving Mira to rest behind that door in the corridor.


7. This is my personal trainer, the skeleton André. André has similar looks to Henry Cavill but lives in a different classroom.

8. This is the school’s whore house.
9. My adopted son, Montaug.

Here’s some new Swenglish gems from my voice teacher. I try hard not to laugh because she’s quite old and sweet, but some of the stuff she says is just too much.

“To breath rightly you must have a good angel” (Obviously she meant “angle”, i.e sitting in a upright position)

“Before you start, we need you to sign the present list” (We didn’t get any presents… apparently it was an attendance sheet).

“I made this list for you to use as a lazy dog” (direct translation from the Swedish “Lathund” which means “Cheat sheet” or “Quick reference sheet”).

“…and the horses become confused because the voice is coming from down the hall” (Not even I can translate this one for you. The context is voice amplifiers, which makes the speaker’s voice sound like it’s coming from somewhere else than the speaker, but I can’t figure out the part about horses. I know she didn’t mean horses; I don’t think she was talking about being hoarse either because it doesn’t fit with the rest of the sentence. She might have mispronounced “courses” and meant that “(the students) become confused becaues (the teacher’s) voice is coming from down the hall). It’s a bit of a leap to think that she thinks “courses” means “students” though but it’s the best explanation I’ve got.c

She’s a bit odd, sweet but odd. We have an element called “Own Voice” which focuses on mastering the techniques we will later teach our patients. During these sessions we work with breathing right and using the muscles in our stomachs as support when singing and talking. My voice teacher thinks I’m way too tense, which ruins my breathing techniques and clenches my stomach muscles. This is probably true, because “Own Voice”-sessions take place in groups and I’m quite bad at copying the right noises, so I get a bit anxious because of that. Because of this tension, my teacher often put her hand on my stomach to feel if my stomach muscles are tense. If they are, she tells me to relax, and stands way too close for my comfort and stroke my arms and back.  In front of people. I’m not a fan of casual body contact even among some of my friends, so it doesn’t really help that much. I have to put a lot of energy into relaxing, just so she will go away and people will stop looking at me. I’ve talked about these to my classmates who now have to keep themselves from laughing any time they see her groping me. No sympathy 😦 Jk.

This will, most likely, become a recurring theme in this blog. The reason is that one of the courses this year is in English, because we have foreign students visiting. In a way, this is good, because being able to learn in English is a good skill to have on your resume. The catch is that our teachers are all middle-aged or older and not as used to English as the younger generations. So far I’ve just had one lecture in English, and I’ve tried to decipher the following things:

“Let me know if you have any jews on your paper”

“To the foreign students, you will have a different practice. I will get you a practice without so much language skills and more woooo waaah wouoo”

“In this course, you will have to consider medical things as well as… meeleu” (The teacher didn’t know the English word for “environment” and decided to just pronounce the Swedish word with an English dialect instead, so it didn’t make sense to anyone).

As you might have guessed, I went shopping for a new bra today. My bra collection follows a pattern of sorts; I always have one expensive, comfortable designer bra; 2 cheaper, pretty bras that I can’t stand wearing for an entire day; 3-4 shabby bras, like a sports bra and old bras that I’ve removed the under wire from so they will be more comfortable. Designer bras are almost always better than H&M bras because the staff helps me pick one that is the right size and style.

Just before summer, my amazing designer bra that I bought in Berlin broke. It  broke in half, actually, as I was wearing it. In the school cafeteria. Booooiiinnnnggg! It snapped in the lines between the cups. Bummer, but since I planned on working the entire summer and thus not caring much about my looks, I didn’t buy a new one. Plus, I was broke and couldn’t afford a designer bra since they cost around $80.

But now I’m back to school and going out for parties and I got my salary. I only know of one designer bra store chain in Sweden, and they have a store in the town where I live. I went there and asked the sales woman if she could direct me to a bra without a underwire that still offered some support. The first one she picked out was way too small, and pretty much flattened my boobs. It was so tight that the alarm they put on stuff to prevent shoplifting fell off. That bra was 75D/34D and they didn’t have any in DD/E or 80D, so the sales woman came back with two different models. For some reason, even though I couldn’t wear the 75D bra, she came back with one black 70D bra. I’m not sure what  the logic was. The other bra was 75DD/75E which was too big. The reason I shop at designer stores is that they’re supposed to have larger bra sizes, but apparently 70E is quite unusual. The 75E bra was not only too big, but the cups were hideously large, like a granny bra. I felt like the cups almost reached my neck.

The sales woman became more exasperated. She also asked to see me in each bra, which was mildly embarrassing, and contributed with comments like “OH NO! You DISAPPEAR in that bra!”. Eventually she picked one from Calvin Klein that suited me quite well; there was extra padding around the under wire to make it extra comfortable and reduce boob sweat. It was seriously the only one that fit well enough and didn’t make me look like I tried to tie  my breasts down. I’m slightly bitter and resent the fact that men doesn’t normally have to consider the size of their dick when shopping for underwear and when I tell guys about the annoyance of bras, they will just tell me to go free-boobing ,- UNFAIR AND UNCOOL.

This summer, I have:

  • Ridden on the back of a motorbike in 120km/h for the first time!
  • Been to Crete.
  • Been to a funeral.
  • Been to London.
  • Gotten a new apartment (without flatmates)!
  • Bought furniture.
  • Been to 3 museums.
  • Read “Our tragic universe”, “Heidegger and a hippo walk through those pearly gates”, “A Clash of Kings”, “Metro 2033”, “Dexter is Delicious”, “My Stroke of insight”.
  • Seen wild baby rabbits.
  • Waited for the ambulance twice.
  • Driven with the windows down blasting everything from pop and hiphop to classic orchestra.
  • Dated a ⅞th doctor (horrible accident, lost his foot. Just kidding, he just had a tiny bit of school left before graduating).
  • Learned about Robert Mapplethorpe.
  • Snorkelled and spied on weird fishes.
  • Taken photos of sunsets.
  • Been kissed on a train station.
  • Thrown a barbecue party.
  • Adapted to getting up at 5:30am every day.
  • Touched a bunch of old man’s junk as a part of my job.
  • Hung out with pretty cool old people.
  • Earned money!
  • Hiked through a gorge and ruined my shoes.
  • And probably a lot more that I can’t recall right now!


Posted: June 26, 2011 in Personal Life
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I’m suffering from my bi-annual days of illness. I got hit with a bad cold that started yesterday and bloomed today, the day before my first day at my new job. Hooray. I’ll just have to suffer it out,- staying home right now is not an option.
I haven’t had the energy to do much save browse ONTD. Will catch up on everything once I feel a bit better.