It’s just a thought I’ve had for one hour or so, but I’m thinking about spontaneously going to Barcelona to work for half a year… To get away from the cold, Sweden, and the extremely bored state of mind I’m in right now.
Well see.
I HATE salad! It’s the most unattractive, not sexy food I know. I mean it’s alright munching on a piece of cucumber, or maybe even a tiny bit of lettuce just for a snack, but for lunch or dinner! NO! It’s cold and horrible! It almost makes me upset haha!
I think I’m the only person in the world who doesn’t like salad. Everyone else quite seems to enjoy it.
What’s your feeling about salad? 
If Friday was busy, it was nothing compared to yesterday. I felt like I spent the whole day organizing and fixing for the party. But we had lots of fun! I didn’t know that people of that age liked to dance that much! They mostly danced Bugg, a Swedish dance that I’m gonna write about later today, and also some sort of toned-down Discodance. It was so fun to watch people! My Mum hates this dance, but I saw her dancing with relatives and friends quite alot, haha! Poor Mum.
And I got to dance a dance of Bugg too. I took one course when I was 10 or something… I actually don’t really like the dance, it looks so silly, but I have to admit that it was fun!
People didn’t drink half the alcohol that we had bought. Luckily we can take it back to the store haha!
We’re going back there in a little bit to clean up. Bleh!
Nice isn’t it? Haha. And only recently I got the flowers outside. That’s our garage…
Excuse my bad quality pictures, but my camera was stolen in Cuba 
Yesterday was a busy day. First my mom and I went into town to buy some dresses. My Mom found one, and I found nothing. Luckily right after Mom bought her dress we got a text message saying that the dresses that we ordered had arrived!!! Lucky me!!
When we got back home we went to the supermarket to get some more stuff for the party, and then we went to fix the tables and all for it. Then I hurried back home and got ready to go out and dance salsa. My friend couldn’t join me so I went all alone!
I must say I was a little nervous, especially since this was a new place that I had never tried before. But it turned out well! I tried Kizomba, another dance, and I danced some Bachata and Salsa.
When the teacher taught us Kizomba, he said that it’s like mooshing marshmallows… 5 partners later I danced with an ”old” man who said ” I haven’t dared to ask… But what’s a marsmallow?” HAHAHA
I seriously thought he was joking! I would have understood if he was from a country where maybe they don’t have marsmallows, but he was Swedish!
It was so funny!
How are you all?
I’m gonna have quite a busy day today. First my mom and I are going to a nearby town to buy something we can wear for my dad’s party, and then I’m going to help out where we’re having the party, set up chairs and tables… And after this I’m going out salsa dancing, at 7! I’m so excited, I’ve been longing for salsa the whole week!
Enjoy your day!
A couple of years ago when I was at IKEA, something funny happened. They have a whole department of wardrobes, where I was walking around. I like to have a proper look at everything at IKEA, open it, feel it, pick it up or sit in it. So as usual I opened a particulary nice wardrobe, WHERE A PERSON WAS STANDING!
I got really shocked and just closed it again. I guess someone was just playing hide and seek… But it was not a kid!
Daddy’s cookie dough cake
I had a hard time getting all the candles to fit!
How to make it? Just make a batch of your favourite cooke dough and spread it out like a cake. 
We just sang Happy Birthday to Dad (in Swedish of course). He was so happy for his gift. We got him a ride in a helicopter when he gets to drive it as well, with a co-driver next to him. He got all teary-eyed. So it was a perfect gift 
He said he’s been wanting to do that for a long, long time!
”Ja må han leva, ja må han leva, ja må han leva uti hundrade år. Javisst ska han leva, javisst ska han leva, javisst ska han leva uti hundrade år!”
I’m afraid of my body not being able what I want it to do, like jump up the stairs or dance for hours. I’m afraid of my eyes getting weak not to see clearly. I’m afraid of my mind slowing down, my body losing its firmness, getting wrinkles. Yes I’m afraid of getting old.
But what’s old? When I was 19 I thought 30 was super old. I couldn’t in my life picture me having a conversation with a 30 year old that wasn’t my relative. I thought a 30 year old was someone who was pretty much retired, didn’t have anything left to live for, and if he was a guy, a perv who tried to pick up 19 year olds.
Of course this was very ignorant of me. When I travelled to Kenya I changed my mind. The best conversations and the best time I spent with people over 30. 30 is young! 40 is young! And I suppose so is 50, I just can’t see it now. It’s what you make out of it. I love people who still keep their child inside of them. Life is supposed to be like a playground.
It is too short to waste on doing things you don’t enjoy. It’s too short to spend with people that don’t make you feel good. I’m so thankful that I can choose (most of the time) who I want to spend my precious time with. That’s one of the good things of graduating from the school.
Even though I think that 30 is young, and 40 as well, I don’t want to be 40 myself. I want to stay where I am now, the perfect age.
Yes, I’m afraid of getting old. But it could be worse – not getting old.
