Stripes

There's this store in Sweden called KappAhl, and I've got a membership card there solely to get 30% off on their stupidly expensive jeggings. Because of this, I sometimes also get campaign e-mail.
The latest one came today, explaining that they're launching a new collection called 'Hampton Republic 27', inspired by the exclusive beach-style life of the area mentioned. They also have a competition, were the winner receives a week-long trip for two to the Hamptons (worth 35.000SEK) and get to report back on the fashion trends there.


I'm thinking on joining in.


Oh please KappAhl, won't you pick me?
I love nice food and walks on the beach. I'll be a riot at the country club with my exotic face, honestly I could be their affirmative action friend! And I'll wear tennis skirts and striped, navy inspired t-shirts with thin-knit pastel cardigans over my shoulders. I already own pearl earrings, so you'll have nothing to worry about there.
I'll be sure to take lots of pictures too, of people and the current fashion and put them all in an album called 'My big, rich, super-WHITE vacation'. You'll adore it, I promise.

And every night I'll be at the club sipping drinks and laughing at mens insipid jokes about women, and the womens complaints about their foreign house-keepers/gardners/nannies, and we'll laugh and laugh and laugh at poor people and it'll all be just grand.


(Fuck. You.)

Pull. Yourself. Together!

Anyone who knows the slightest thing about me knows I have the travel bug. If traveling could be my reward to myself anytime I did good, I'd ace everything and be abroad half the year.

Of course, money is the issue. As is time.
At the moment I'm preparing for a spring focused on studying and tying up loose ends. Last year in March I was planning on finishing my thesis. But I got caught up in all my part-time jobs, and put it aside. For autumn, I decided to take other courses out of interest and unrelated to my degree , and once again postponed getting my Masters.

But I'm tired now. I've had enough of this, and I want to finish school for good. Or if not for good, I want my studying to be for work, as a Ph.D. in the future perhaps. I want to get a real full-time job and get on to new things.
So for the next few months I'm putting my back into this; cutting down on socializing and day dreaming or whatever it is that keeps me from getting stuff done and really putting the final nail in the coffin that is my Master degree and burying this behind me (maybe not the perfect metaphor...).

Hopefully, this 10 week isolation I am planning might also lead to some saved money, which in turn will lead to a reward. I am thinking Romania.

Badkaret

Jag har införskaffat badkar. Eller snarare, min far gjorde det åt mig och körde det dessutom till Uppsala, rara människa.
Det har varit en förhoppning att skaffa badkar sedan jag flyttade till lägenheten, och det var faktiskt en av de saker jag tänkte på när jag letade bostad, att jag ville få plats med ett badkar. Sen blev jag ju lite förälskad i min då skeva lägenhet, och tänkte att allt skulle gå bra. Närmare undersökning visade dock att mitt nya badrum kaklats efter stambyte till att ha 159cm mellan väggarna, exakt en centimeter av omöjlighet som inte tillät mig skaffa ett standardkar.

Men nu, sen två veckor tillbaka, är jag med badkar! Och igår natt efter att ha firat min kompis födelsedag och varit ute och dansat, så kom jag hem trött och lite kall och tänkte att ett midnattsbad skulle vara fantastiskt. Så jag tände ett ljus, duscha av mig och tappade upp ett bubbelbad. Det var så fint. Jag somnade nästan (vilket iofs kanske är mindre fint).

Problemet är, att  när jag väl tömt karet och tvättat håret och klivit ut insåg jag att det hela tagit nästan två timmar. Klart värt det, men bara insikten om hur lång tid det tar är tillräcklig för att jag ska hålla mig till att duscha till vardags...