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Unappetizing things

I posted the recipe for my “Sturry” a while back. I did the same recipe last Sunday and I managed to screw it up in an epic way. I didn’t have all the ingredients necessary and I was making an extra-large version of the recipe since I wanted to freeze it and have for lunch the following week. To make a long story of screw-ups short, I put in too much water and the stew ended up being far too watery, so instead of letting it simmer for 10-20 minutes, I left it on for hours. I don’t remember exactly how long, because I was nervous and drinking rum and orange juice at the same time. By the time I took it off the stove, it was much creamier, but the vegetables had all turned somewhat mushy. Since I wanted to make lunch boxes, I mixed the stew with boiled rice and poured it into plastic containers. I’ve been eating it basically every day since that and it’s the most unappetizing looking food I’ve ever created… it’s like grey sludge. It still tastes good, but the texture, consistency and look of the food is horrible! I think this might have put me off Sturry for a while.

To make matters worse, when I woke up Monday morning I was sick. I have dyspepsia and alcohol makes it flare up. I used to get flare ups after just two glasses of wine,  but it’s been better the last year so I didn’t expect any trouble since I didn’t think I drunk that much. I woke up at around 5 am, feeling nauseous, and soon after I was throwing up. The nausea wouldn’t go away and I was thinking ‘Crap, it’s my first day at work today, I have to be in by 9 am. What if I’m still ill by then?’. I was so annoyed with myself since it was so easily avoidable. I felt ill as hell and kept chucking up yellow bile. But I fought through it and got dressed and slowly walked to work, with a plastic bag in a pocket in case I really had to throw up again. Once there, I went into a bathroom and did my make-up and brushed my teeth and put on my game face… and it went well, thankfully.

So now I’m officially employed in the research department of neuro science, apparently. It’s funny to me, because I don’t think my project really counts as neuro science, but it sounds cool as hell so I’m all for it. What sounds smarter than neuro science? Maybe astrophysics. I need to pimp my office now that I’ve “moved in”. The first thing I need to get is a lava lamp to look at when I’m stuck with a problem.

I get the keys to the new flat on Monday, which I look forward to a lot. I’m not actually moving in until the middle of July, but at least I can start moving some stuff there. I woke up last night at what must have been midnight by the neighbour above us SINGING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS like a fucking idiot. WTF. He keeps singing while wearing headphones so loudly that I can hear him during the days and evening, but I’ve never heard him in the middle of the fucking night before. Clearly he doesn’t only lack any sort of vocal talent, he is also deficit of any form of common sense. God. Can’t wait to live somewhere AWAY from him.

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Birthday madness

We celebrated Tom’s 26th birthday a couple of days ago. I love birthdays, I know it’s not ‘cool’ to like birthdays anymore, but I do. Mine and other people’s. I’ve said it before about Christmas, that a lot of people just want a tradition as an excuse to show each other some extra attention and affection. Unfortunately, everyone seems to have their birthday in March except me. We call them ‘midsummer children’ in Sweden. If you thought that ‘midsummer children’ sounded a bit like ‘indigo children’ or anything spiritual/hippy, I’m sorry to disappoint you. It basically applies to the overwhelming amount of children who are conceived on midsummer’s eve, when Swedes get drunk and fuck around. Not as cute as “Valentine’s children”, I suppose.

Anyway, I had to work a morning shift on the day of his birthday, so I went up at 5 am and inflated some balloons and decorated before having my breakfast. I put a card on the table saying which present could be opened in the morning and that there was a surprise breakfast in the fridge in a white bag. Unfortunately, I forgot to tell him to read the card when he woke up, which ruined the surprise. Once I got home, I ran around cleaning the flat, baking a cake and cooking supper for when Tom would be home from work. Once again my plans were foiled by the fact that I couldn’t get the wine bottle (one with a cork) to open, which I needed to make red wine sauce. Anyway, Tom managed to get it open once he got home and dinner turned out fabulous. I’m pretty proud about the cake as well. It’s a traditional Swedish cream and strawberry cake.

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After dinner and a glass of wine, I immediately felt my eyelids getting heavy. I hadn’t slept well since I had to get up early and I had a fairly restless sleep. Most of the time I can manage on a few hours sleep, but this time my body just said “SLEEP. NOW.” without much room for argument, so I ended up snoozing pretty heavily on the sofa just before 10 pm. Good thing Tom unintentionally fell asleep at the same time. Man, we’re getting old.

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Life Imitating Art: Fresh Meat and Fighting Techniques

In the latest episode of Fresh Meat, Howard was preparing to fight another man. He got the advice that a fight is more than just physical strength and that he could gain the upper hand by asking his opponent something really random and confusing, and by doing so catching them off guard. When I saw the episode, I thought nothing of it, but little did I know that the advice would be useful to me a few hours later. It was yesterday morning and I had somehow gotten involved in a tickling fight; it’s possible that I may have started it. Tom makes the most ridiculous and disturbing sound a man can make while being tickled, and I regret that I wasn’t able to record it at the time. It sounds something like “Nyyya! nyyya! nyyyahhahah!” but in one octave higher than his usual speaking voice. It wouldn’t be so weird if he did it on purpose, which I thought was the case at first, but I believe that’s just the way he unintentionally laughs when being tickled. W.T.F. It’s about as disturbing as Jimmy Carr’s laughter (“It sounds a bit like a seal being molested”, if you don’t know what I’m talking about, check it out here).

Anyhow, he has the advantage of being both stronger and heavier than me, so I ended up being pinned down. After like 5 minutes of trying to wriggle, claw and headbutt my way free, I almost accepted my fate. Then suddenly I thought of what Howard had done… and said “Do you know why your eye color is slightly different when you see them in the mirror?” BAM! I’m not entirely sure how I did it, but during that moment of confusion I managed to catch him off-guard and push him onto his back and place my knees on his arms. Soooo proud of myself!

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My lazy week

My week can be summarized in just a couple of photos.

Sleeping.

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