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Hello!
New in Eru-world;
I am single!
Moving in with the parental units for the summer and into a new place in the fall.
Going to be in Nice, Roskilde and Stockholm this summer.
New in Eru-world;
I am single!
Moving in with the parental units for the summer and into a new place in the fall.
Going to be in Nice, Roskilde and Stockholm this summer.
I just realised that I look really haggard in my new profile picture but honestly thats what I look like for the most part these days so its not getting retouched.
I have no idea what I am doing. I guess on the outside it would look as if I am this accomplished, hard working person with a clear goal and marching straight towards it, if you where my shrink I guess you would have some insight into the chaos that is my life. A dichotomy in a zombieesque state. I am working to fix all the problems I caused, well at least I pretend to, I keep telling myself that I am not digging myself into another hole but I am not sure I believe that lie anymore. I walk in haze of halfassery with glimmers of clarity, but are they enough? And does anyone really live with full clarity? Probably not. Also does anyone really have feelings? I keep thinking I need to feel something but maybe no one really does. Maybe feelings are a myth, I rarely think about my lack of emotions these days because really it's not really a problem for me. It only becomes a problem when those around me get so annoyed about it that they annoy me. Which is something I will have to deal with soon but for purely selfish reasons I am going to put it off until when I feel like dealing with it is convenient. I have been living in the same place for a while now and it's making me itch, all of the sudden I have these amazing career opportunities but the idea of staying in this place for such a long time make me want to jump screaming of a tall building. Even though what I have always been interested in what is now being served to me now I wonder why I was even interested in the first place. Maybe I think that the next place will give me clarity and awareness.
The farther one travels into the worlds politics and academia the more one realizes that everyone is a fucking moron
I have no idea what I am doing. I guess on the outside it would look as if I am this accomplished, hard working person with a clear goal and marching straight towards it, if you where my shrink I guess you would have some insight into the chaos that is my life. A dichotomy in a zombieesque state. I am working to fix all the problems I caused, well at least I pretend to, I keep telling myself that I am not digging myself into another hole but I am not sure I believe that lie anymore. I walk in haze of halfassery with glimmers of clarity, but are they enough? And does anyone really live with full clarity? Probably not. Also does anyone really have feelings? I keep thinking I need to feel something but maybe no one really does. Maybe feelings are a myth, I rarely think about my lack of emotions these days because really it's not really a problem for me. It only becomes a problem when those around me get so annoyed about it that they annoy me. Which is something I will have to deal with soon but for purely selfish reasons I am going to put it off until when I feel like dealing with it is convenient. I have been living in the same place for a while now and it's making me itch, all of the sudden I have these amazing career opportunities but the idea of staying in this place for such a long time make me want to jump screaming of a tall building. Even though what I have always been interested in what is now being served to me now I wonder why I was even interested in the first place. Maybe I think that the next place will give me clarity and awareness.
The farther one travels into the worlds politics and academia the more one realizes that everyone is a fucking moron
The Bad
The Good
On the upside I am getting an all expenses paid trip to Brussels for a conference on Womens Sexual and Reproductive rights, at Parlament. How cool is that? I could kill to work there and now they are paying me to come visit. I promise to take lots of pictures. I am going to stuff my face on chocolate, waffles and fish, yum! 
And looks like I might be joining the board of our student union; thanks in part to some harassment by the president of said union who will be joining me on said trip.
Bwahahaha...time for a very late update
Ugh I have had a virus since Roskilde and my head is still a fog. Add to that the fact that most bands ended up being disappointing(except for the Who ofc) and that Roskilde was a historic mud fest. In fact it was the worst ever with over 100 mm of rain in a week, not to mention the wind...fucking wind. But despite all of the adversities it was easily the best week of the year thanks to the amazing group of people that make up Camp Booty Bay. Here are some highlights for your viewing pleasure;
It begins; this is us waiting outside the festival a day early just to be able to get our perfect spot; which we did.
After waiting in line we got into this little holding pen where we braved the night under the stars. At maybe 5 in the morning there was a sudden roar and the fences where broken down, I grabbed my warning tape and ran with thousands of others in an indescribable fog to the sound of screams and boots pounding the ground. I made it and the high was awesome.
Camp Booty Bay
Camp Booty Bay later in the week...hah
The perfect gang;
We braved the weather together...it began slowly;
Soon no grass could be found.
The winds and heavy rains tested the strength of our party tents.
People fought the mud, ditch digging at its finest;
East camp and the East camp parking lot (West camp ftw
)
But we braved it and where awarded with a not half bad Sunday.
Sunday was also the day of the infamous Basement Jaxx concert
There where togas, wigs, wings, debauchery and more beer.
Beer was the liquid gold as always, heres missing you Turbo-G
Something rare...pics of moi!
If Leia went to Roskilde;
Whoa...and that doesn't even give a full picture. I miss my gang soo much already
But in happier news soon sets will be shot with Nemesis and it looks like I am going to the London Tattoo convention
Ugh I have had a virus since Roskilde and my head is still a fog. Add to that the fact that most bands ended up being disappointing(except for the Who ofc) and that Roskilde was a historic mud fest. In fact it was the worst ever with over 100 mm of rain in a week, not to mention the wind...fucking wind. But despite all of the adversities it was easily the best week of the year thanks to the amazing group of people that make up Camp Booty Bay. Here are some highlights for your viewing pleasure;
It begins; this is us waiting outside the festival a day early just to be able to get our perfect spot; which we did.
After waiting in line we got into this little holding pen where we braved the night under the stars. At maybe 5 in the morning there was a sudden roar and the fences where broken down, I grabbed my warning tape and ran with thousands of others in an indescribable fog to the sound of screams and boots pounding the ground. I made it and the high was awesome.
Camp Booty Bay
Camp Booty Bay later in the week...hah
The perfect gang;
We braved the weather together...it began slowly;
Soon no grass could be found.
The winds and heavy rains tested the strength of our party tents.
People fought the mud, ditch digging at its finest;
East camp and the East camp parking lot (West camp ftw
)But we braved it and where awarded with a not half bad Sunday.
Sunday was also the day of the infamous Basement Jaxx concert
There where togas, wigs, wings, debauchery and more beer.
Beer was the liquid gold as always, heres missing you Turbo-G
Something rare...pics of moi!
If Leia went to Roskilde;
Whoa...and that doesn't even give a full picture. I miss my gang soo much already
But in happier news soon sets will be shot with Nemesis and it looks like I am going to the London Tattoo convention
Hepp hepp!
Tada; it is the new and improved, older and wiser Liz; ok yeah so it doesn't actually work that way.
My birthday was real nice; we had a barbecue outside my apartment and I got to spend time with my family and a couple friends, a small gathering the way I like it. The food was great and I had two cakes! Although my Mom forgot her homemade ribs at home, which was kind of a scandal. I got some nice gifties and some puppy action!
My family brought the new puppy, say hello to Arwen the insane;
They got her as company for Mia but she just attacks Mia as soon as she gets the chance, poor Mia is constantly pomeled. But all that attacking wears you out, Arwen was dead to the world after all the birthday action;
Look at the fancy cake Pepsii made me!
Here is my sexy margarita;
Thank you for all your nice birthday wishes!
A couple days later I had me a mini vacation with my Dad to a football game. I haven't seen Bajen play in ages so that was real fun and we stayed at the Hilton, which I thoroughly enjoyed because I adore staying at hotels, fun fact about me.
The evil cloud that threatened the game;
Our traditional pregame beer and pizza;
We scored yey!
A room with a view;
In other news;
Tada; it is the new and improved, older and wiser Liz; ok yeah so it doesn't actually work that way.
My birthday was real nice; we had a barbecue outside my apartment and I got to spend time with my family and a couple friends, a small gathering the way I like it. The food was great and I had two cakes! Although my Mom forgot her homemade ribs at home, which was kind of a scandal. I got some nice gifties and some puppy action!
My family brought the new puppy, say hello to Arwen the insane;
They got her as company for Mia but she just attacks Mia as soon as she gets the chance, poor Mia is constantly pomeled. But all that attacking wears you out, Arwen was dead to the world after all the birthday action;
Look at the fancy cake Pepsii made me!
Here is my sexy margarita;
Thank you for all your nice birthday wishes!
A couple days later I had me a mini vacation with my Dad to a football game. I haven't seen Bajen play in ages so that was real fun and we stayed at the Hilton, which I thoroughly enjoyed because I adore staying at hotels, fun fact about me.
The evil cloud that threatened the game;
Our traditional pregame beer and pizza;
We scored yey!
A room with a view;
In other news;
- As you may have noticed I have a new phone with a camera that is only marginally crappy so now I take pictures of all kinds of stupid shit. Whoever said material things don't buy you happiness clearly lied.
- I now hold office. I am really excited about this!
I am old 
No more coming of age and it only goes down hill from here.
Then again who cares? There will be cake and ribs today yey!
(There will also be pics of said cake and ribs.)
No more coming of age and it only goes down hill from here.
Then again who cares? There will be cake and ribs today yey!
(There will also be pics of said cake and ribs.)
Thanks to everyone who gave their support after Oreo passed away, it was really appreciated.
My journals never seem to be about happy things, I promise next time I will try and make it more happy but for now here is a little talk about last nights events;
Valborg- the holiday of doom.
I have noticed that I am growing more agoraphobic, crowds bother me and parties bother me even more. And it seems that my intuition about such things should be followed.
Valborg is a crazy holiday in Sweden, people basically light fires and get drunk, which is already a pretty bad premise. I try and avoid most of the festivities seeing as it is a religious holiday for me I try and go to some sort of pagan celebration. But living in the very uneducated pagan backwater of Sweden this isn't always an option, which is too bad because last night would really have been so much better if I would have been at a Beltane celebration instead.
First we where at a park with a enormous amount of crazy drunk people, cue me freaking out a bit. Internally of course, I never show my emotions on the outside, cold as ice
It was pretty crazy like a festival but with normal people instead of the traditional festival crowd, and with everyone being ten times drunker.
Then we went to a party at a friends apartment, a close friend who we often hang out with and who my bf grew up with. This "friend" of ours kicked the crap out of me, I kicked his ass more but my shoulder is fucked. He also tried to hit on my and was really really inappropriate. Like trying to strangle, pulling my hair threatening to kill me and telling me how I am the hottest and how I wouldn't say no to him inappropriate. No to mention his sarcastic "awhs" and "why don't you call your boyfriend" when I told him he was a dick and to fuck of. I am already going into denial about last nights events. I can't believe that a person could be so different when drunk. Then again I never really trusted or liked him the way my bf did. Female intuition is underrated. At least I kicked his ass in public, no more macho points for him.
So not a great Beltane for me, I am definitely going to stick to religious festivities from now on.
Did you have a nice Valborg/Beltane?
My journals never seem to be about happy things, I promise next time I will try and make it more happy but for now here is a little talk about last nights events;
Valborg- the holiday of doom.
I have noticed that I am growing more agoraphobic, crowds bother me and parties bother me even more. And it seems that my intuition about such things should be followed.
Valborg is a crazy holiday in Sweden, people basically light fires and get drunk, which is already a pretty bad premise. I try and avoid most of the festivities seeing as it is a religious holiday for me I try and go to some sort of pagan celebration. But living in the very uneducated pagan backwater of Sweden this isn't always an option, which is too bad because last night would really have been so much better if I would have been at a Beltane celebration instead.
First we where at a park with a enormous amount of crazy drunk people, cue me freaking out a bit. Internally of course, I never show my emotions on the outside, cold as ice
It was pretty crazy like a festival but with normal people instead of the traditional festival crowd, and with everyone being ten times drunker.Then we went to a party at a friends apartment, a close friend who we often hang out with and who my bf grew up with. This "friend" of ours kicked the crap out of me, I kicked his ass more but my shoulder is fucked. He also tried to hit on my and was really really inappropriate. Like trying to strangle, pulling my hair threatening to kill me and telling me how I am the hottest and how I wouldn't say no to him inappropriate. No to mention his sarcastic "awhs" and "why don't you call your boyfriend" when I told him he was a dick and to fuck of. I am already going into denial about last nights events. I can't believe that a person could be so different when drunk. Then again I never really trusted or liked him the way my bf did. Female intuition is underrated. At least I kicked his ass in public, no more macho points for him.
So not a great Beltane for me, I am definitely going to stick to religious festivities from now on.
Did you have a nice Valborg/Beltane?
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