Swedish Girl Sara

Nudity and fishing

2010-05-03T06:21:00.000-07:00

Hey! Hello! Hey!

Meet up with Emelie, Fanny and Miss Maxy Pads, ate the smallest piece of brownie I've ever seen and collected ideas of what to wear tonight.

A couple of guys from my old school are having their graduation party tonight and the theme is "At sea...". My first thought was REEEEEF, baby! Finally an excuse to wear those hidious blue tights I insisted I should wear for New Years Eve in Paris year 2007, YOU REALLY LEFT ME HANGING THERE FASHION POLICE! WHY? WHY? WHY?.

On to the next idea. You american readers probably don't know what After Ski means - it's quite simple. It's the party POST skiing. Well well, someone brought the After Ski to another level by inventing the "After Beach". But, yeah, eehhm, dressing up like the After Beach would require lots of nudity and light summer clothing dipped in champange for the eccentric smell. So not happening.

Daddy's girl

2010-05-02T10:27:00.000-07:00

I meet up with Miss Koch and we hit up Rival for a beer and some sunshine. She made it very clear that she had driven in to the city.

Miss Koch: "Yeah, I got to borrow dad's car"

Me: "Sick."

Miss Koch :"Yeah, it's pretty raw."

Me: "Sick."

Miss Koch: "Yeah... it's a convertible."

Me: "Let's cruise bitch."

And so we did. We went on an undefined scavenger cruise and Koch managed to blow a couple of red lights (again, totally sick). On our way to visit Mr Fish we ended up on the wrong island of Estocholmo. Like, yeah, I know that Stockholm isn't that big. But, reeeeeeally........ Though an cute old bridge saved us a drive around the country. Sick.

Time of arrival

2010-05-02T01:58:00.001-07:00

Place: Hotel Rival

Company: Emelie

Drink: Honey Mojito

Day: Friday night, mösspåtagning

Sweden is a country with many traditions. When students graduate from high school they wear these so called student caps that remind me a lot of what marines wear on their head. A couple of weeks before the students graduate they get their caps and it's tradition to wear it throughout the day. Some people give up when surrounded by mostly 30+ hotel aliens. Like... gosh!

Färsk Nypon.... Soppa

2010-05-02T01:31:00.000-07:00

It's a Sunday, ugh, no, sorry, it's a SUNNY DAY and I just woke up (yayer). Today is a day of many missions (window shopping, several cups of coffee and maybe even some fake tanning). Obviously I'm a very busy girl.

I've missed my Nyponsoppa quite some time now, so quality time, here I come! Holler at ya.

STOCKHOME

2010-04-30T23:27:00.000-07:00

My eyes are open.

It's 6 o'clock.

In the morning.

Mr Boyfriend is asleep as has no intensions of waking up before noon.

It's raining here in Stockholm yet I am going to wear shorts today (don't take it personal, weather).

AND I just got a mail saying I get an in-store 30% off at AE.

Hellooooooo Sweden.

Mr Diggy

2010-04-28T01:58:00.000-07:00

I just can't get enough of this little man. He is just everything BUT little! Gah!

http://digslifeofthejetsetter.blogspot.com/

Speed walk and we'll talk

2010-04-27T21:34:00.000-07:00

I just came back from a run with Chip. Or, an attempt to go running. We ended up speed walking through the "nice-flowery-flow-part-of-Berkeley" to "gated-community-our-houses-are-bigger-than-the-Taj-Mahal-part-of-Berkeley". Yeah... about that. Flowers before mansions.

I am a sinner

2010-04-27T20:50:00.000-07:00

Told. You. So.

Hee, hee.

From the queen of procrastiantion

2010-04-27T15:20:00.000-07:00

GOD I hate packing my life down in two suitcases and a carry-on.

I am the queen of procrastination.

I am the queen of destination.

Also, why did I have to work the two only sunny days of this week? Why?

It's clear that Weather.com officially hates me. I feel it's time to sin. Aha! Nothing beats a sin involving nicotin. I'll probably just smoke a third of the first cigarette, go absolutely mad and throw the rest of the packet away. There's usually some type of a fairytale ending to my oh-so-devoted attempts of commiting sins.

I think they call it improvisation

2010-04-26T22:08:00.001-07:00

Today at work I tried on a... (let me try to put this in a sophisticated sentence) ...a revealing dress. Revealing in a Jell-O typ of way.

In other words, I admit I don't have the tightest butt on earth. (This due to my lack of commitment to physical education all through... well, that would be my entire life. But really though, my only guess for why I got the grade B in P.E. last year of high school when I actually only showed up for five classes during the whole year, was because I was dating a guy from the soccer team. Talk about fitting riiiiight in.)

MOVING ON. Anyways, my co-worker Chun-Moi was astonished when I did my best to improvise Ludacris' music video "How Low" wearing this Jell-O creation.

"Giiiiiirl, if you go to Oakland looking like that, you will have guys drooling all over you!"

There is a God.

I guess I'm going home to pack my bags and moving to Oakland.

Jigsaw puzzle

2010-04-26T21:55:00.000-07:00

Part of an old collage for Jigsaw I found in the back room.

Work it

2010-04-26T10:58:00.001-07:00

W is for Work. And no, I'm really not that tan. My camera just wishes I was. I also wish I was.

Och jag som tycker att Monopol är ett svårt spel

2010-04-25T22:44:00.000-07:00

Jag tycker alltid att det är en sådan sjuk omställning jag måste göra när jag reser runt jorden. Och då snackar vi inte en vecka i Turkiet eller femton dagar på språkkurs i Frankrike. Jag menar Swedish Girl Sara vs. Sara från Söder som gick på EG. För visst vet ni hur jag är som person och vilka jag umgås med efter den informationen?

Här i staterna så är grabbarna helt seriösa när dom dansar till Party In The USA. Där borta i Sverige tycker jag att det är hysteriskt roligt om någon ens har lärt sig en mening från låten.

Här i staterna ska man älska att dricka sex hot damn shots på raken och kunna minst en New Boyz move. Och lyssnar du inte på Too Short är du liksom lite Too Much för allt normalt folk från Oakland som omringar dig.

Där borta i Sverige är det coolt om man har en hemlig drink i baren och har åsikten att det bara är förortsbrudar som dansar på White Room. För White Room är liksom the gräääj. Eller nej, så fort man fyllt 19 är det fan inte coolt längre. Antingen äter man söndagsmiddag med clubchefen eller så festar man inte där. Social networking hallåååå?

Här i staterna är det plötsligt status att känna en tönt eller två innanför de grekiska murarna av fraternaties och hoppas på att någon vill lira en sista omgång beer pong innan det är dags att tömma rummen på kush.

Här i staterna slipper man idioti-heirarkin men påminns ständigt av den hemskt osköna varför-skulle-jag-vilja-resa-någonstans-i-världen-när-jag-har-allt-här-i-USA-attityden. Det gör ont, men ack, det går att leva med.

Där borta i Sverige ska man ha en grym musiksmak. Man ska gilla sånt som får andra av dreggla av häpnad. Annars får man ta sparkarna. Precis som man får ta sparkarna för att man skriver något så fjolligt som det här.

Dö alla coola töntar. Ni gör mitt liv så svårt.

Organized thoughts

2010-04-25T21:42:00.000-07:00

I'm going back to Sweden on Thursday. I'm going back to Sweden on Thursday. I'm going back to Sweden on Thursday. I'm doing what? I'm going back to Sweden. When? On Thursday. Say what? Why? Where did you say you where going? Sweden! Oh... yeah. What? No.. you said what. What? But what are you doing on Thursday? I'm going back to to Sweden on Thursday. I'M GOING BACK TO SWEDEN ON THURSDAY!!

All this is an argued mashup of wierdness. I'm not in the going-back-mode. I'm in the... uhh... can-everybody -just-chill-out-so-I-can-stay-here-for-another-5-months-mode. What about 3 months? Okay. Give me 2 months. Puh-lease? No? Okay, well, in that case I just want a new bikini.

Oh, come on!

Ingrained flower power

2010-04-25T20:50:00.001-07:00

Street style T-strap sandals from last years collection.

Pink shorts

2010-04-25T20:25:00.000-07:00

I almost fell asleep in the shower, made myself ready with my excellently skilled zombie moves, dropped off my friend at the Amtrak station and then hustled my way over to work. Ohhhh so this is why people drink coffee for breakfast? Got it!

I forgot my wallet at work so I had to walk all the way home. Close to an hour later walking on the same street, Eva meet up with me and complained about her hobbeling her way forward like an injured monkey. Say what? Even flip flops have more arch support than my sparkle flats.

Who would wrinkle baby leather?

2010-04-24T21:38:00.000-07:00

I needed a dress for an upcoming event so I strolled down College Ave from Berkeley to Oakland. Found this baby in the sales section at Tootsies. I just don't understand why anyone would want to do it so much harm and locate a wrinkle or two on it? Por que? Por flippin' que?

Anyways, I found a white Vera Wang creation... at Crossroads. I'm a self-sufficient cheapo and my wallet is enjoying every second of it (I mean, I'm really, really, really trying to be self-sufficient).

and in the end, it's the life in your years that matters

2010-04-23T20:52:00.000-07:00

Konitchiwa, I'm ready for an adventure.

After work I went straight to Zebra, where my friend was getting her first tat done. For now, we are all over at our place enjoying grape drank and working on our purps. Hola.

Yes! Oh, yes!

2010-04-23T12:10:00.001-07:00

Incorporate the color

2010-04-23T12:05:00.001-07:00

Good morning fellow earthlings. Time to go earn some monetas. Peace.

Bobby-my-future-husband-Brackins

2010-04-23T02:34:00.000-07:00

So I'm at school, doing what a girl needs to do (GED prep) and what not... Suddenly my phone goes *BLINGBLING* and I have a new text from my boss. He tells me that the Love Of My American Life (L.O.M.A.L) is playing tonight in San Francisco. Do I want to go? DO I WANT TO GO? Man, this is destiny. (To bad I haven't planned my wedding gown, or what our future childrens names are going to be, or even where we should have our country house! I'll just have to work it out. I can manage. I am a grown woman.)

What feels like a million hours later, boss calls me again and says he's coming to pick me up. We go there. I spot the L.O.M.A.L Bobby Brackins and snap some pictures. Then it's time to whoopsie-doodle (go home). But nooooo.... boss is going crazy with some retarded girl in the bar. One second I feel like a tail and the other second I feel as if a child just threw up all over my face (though that might have something to do with watching my boss licking the tequila salt off of Retard Girl's chest).

When we get back to his car, we notice that one of the backdoor windows are busted. This night just became really expensive. (Mrs. Brackins? Sara Brackins? Mrs. Bobby Brackins? Sara Hollstrom-Brackins? Mrs. Sara Brackins....?) Or did it....

Amani is Swahili

2010-04-22T16:56:00.000-07:00

I'm outside on the porch reading some monogamous fashion tabloids with Chip, thinking about pulling myself together for the fashion meeting and later on the second part of my prep GED.

But then again, I don't want to overwork myself. That could lead to excessive pushases of sexy lingerie and watching the Twilight movies, and there is just no way that's going to happen on my watch. Or someone elses watch. OK, maybe on the-guy-who-played-Anakin-Skywalker-in-Star-Wars' watch. Maybe.

Chip inquiring the taste of spicy guac flavoured Pringles

Earth Day 2010

2010-04-22T16:52:00.000-07:00

This picture doesn't do the Bay any justice.. But! It's mine.

Definitely... a new look

2010-04-22T01:06:00.000-07:00

This is definitely something you should only wear ONCE (social suicide, anyone??).

Applicable blog questionmark

2010-04-22T00:37:00.000-07:00

I often think about the purpous of my blog. Fashion? Too mainstream. Music? Too... well, honestly I'm just the wrong person to write about that. Thoughts? Too negative. My days? Too booring. So, what?

As of right now I write about basically anything I find blogable. But to whom is this interesting? You-tell-me.

My madre and my padre (aha, highlight! this girl must be either crazy or a real daddy's girl) occasionally call me, text me or email me about how I shouldn't write those words, those things, those songs because the reflection - it's all on me. Yes, yes, yes (applaus). Thank you parents, I am fully aware of this. But, OK, yes... I mean, I could use other words, I could write about other things and I could listen to other songs. But that wouldn't be my blog. It wouldn't be a blog I would write at this age, in this place or at this time. So let's keep it real blogably real that would be). And let's see how many steps back I need to take before I can understand my parents deeply devoted message.

Speaking of nothing, here is a picture of Miss Koch, Mr Fischer and I a while ago in Stockholm. Old school soon to be all-over-again school!

Snow patrol in Hollywood

2010-04-21T10:22:00.000-07:00

I'm sitting here, trying to get ready for work and reading Swedish blogs.... And eh.. what? It's snowing in Sweden. SNOWING. S-N-O-W-I-N-G. Besides the fact that the Islandic volcano possibly will be blocking my passage to Sweden next week, this is not very exciting news. I need a SoCal influence... maybe just a little peek at the latest episode of Swedish Hollywood Wifes? Yes? No? (Yeeees)...

The woman, the myth, the Maria Montazami.

Old school

2010-04-21T10:10:00.000-07:00

It was early in the morning and my dad was about to drive me to school. As soon as he sat down in the car, my dad changed his mind and ran inside the house to get something. He came back with Bob Dylan's CD Desire and asked me to play number nine.

Wow, this makes me sound like a real cotton ball. But how many of you have a song in your name by one of the most awesome artist throughout history, huh? Didn't think so...

Goddess

2010-04-20T21:52:00.000-07:00

Yeah. As IF (highpitch voice) I need yet another self-help book. Second thought, I could use some Goddess Structure.

Berkeley poodels

2010-04-20T21:28:00.000-07:00

I just returned from my GED prep testing, with only shorts covering the female stuff. Cold! But I did pass by an interesting steakhouse and I might have to pick up on that chewy offer later this week... Now it's time for me to gather my belongings (the hippster scarf and my precious monetas) and skip off to new adventures at Da Dorms. Hoola skirts do it better!

Affiliation

2010-04-20T20:51:00.000-07:00

This fool just became a follower on my Twitter. He creates his own beats and made his first rap when he was 10. East coast man but... yeah, OK, he's tight. http://youngroc.com/

It's not about what you know. It's about who you know.

2010-04-19T20:01:00.000-07:00

I'm leaving in less than two weeks and I'm not doing a kumquat about it. I'd rather just sit here on my baby-soft bed, fed myself organic cherry tomatoes and read about the fake life of some heartbroken princess residing in Back Bay, Boston. Hehe.

Now how do we feel about this?

2010-04-19T19:57:00.000-07:00

Keep calm and carry on

2010-04-19T19:42:00.000-07:00

Another day at the office.

(Em)brace!

Specific thinking and reminiscing

2010-04-19T17:32:00.000-07:00

This woman walked into the store today, and she was wearing a pair of puppies purely bless from above. I was like "uhhm you there... damn. take those shoes off. now.". (OK, yeah, no, sorry to dissapoint you but I didn't actually think out loud. My balls are still in the process of becoming recognized).

But it made me think. I thought about shoes ---> boots ---> cold weather ---> Sweden ---> Stockholm ---> hotels ---> bars ---> and finally... my favorite drink. Yup. One of my favorite drinks is the Honey Mojito (bring it on...). Anyways. It's obviously a chick drink. A chic(k) mojito with honey. But instead of club soda, go for warm water.

I made mojitos with a couple of friends last weekend, but because of limited resources it kiiiiiind of backflipped on us. By the time we were done with our drinks they looked like a fresh order of pond water (one of the reasons why I'd rather pay the price of 2 large pizzas for a man behind the bar to make my superwoman drinks).

It's all good though. My Converse serve me well.

Time To Tourist

2010-04-19T01:32:00.000-07:00

Whaddap. It's time for me to make the streets unsecure (wow, well, I glad we got that one out of the air). And in Swedish, det är dags för mig att göra stan osäker. Bisous bisous (now that, was french). Such a multilengual girl....

Kickin' it at the San Miquel mission with a dope Starbucks lover.

From El Paso to glory

2010-04-19T01:14:00.000-07:00

I'm watching the movie Glory Road (well actually only listening to it in the background, my eyes are to tired to focus on old school basketball). It's a movie based on the most important game in all of college basketball history (to be honest I'm just checkin' out the hunkedi-hunks.. and getting some history down in the same cup of tea I guess). Time to paint my nails a rebelious color.

Time for a b/w flash(ion).

2007 and later

2010-04-18T21:06:00.000-07:00

I was with my friend in her car, on our way to Target when I heard on the radio that Kanye West mom had passed away. I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to be reaching the peek of your career and suddenly your mom passes away. Like, what? Dude, who? I'm not really the emotional person... but I truly feel like shit hearing stuff like this. It just makes me think about what I have here in life and why I have it.

My mom had breast cancer the same year that I turned eight. When my dad would tell me about how afraid he was of loosing her, it never got to me. Of course I remember going to the hospital and visiting mom and of course I remember being happy for her when it turned out that she didn't have to take the medication that would require her hair to fall off. But I didn't get it. I didn't understand that I could be waking up the next morning without a mother. I didn't understand that she was really, really sick. And I feel embarrassed to say that still don't think I get it.

Why I'm writing about this is because one of my best friends mother is very sick. The doctors say she won't be able to make more than a couple of months, if even that. Now how the hell does anyone cope with that? What the fuck? I just want to scream. I want to scream because I am on the other side of the fucking Atlantic when I should be there for my friend. I want to scream because I am so proud of my friend, who is studying in a different country than where her mom is at, has no plans of dropping out of school. I want to say that I know what she is going through BUT I REALLY DON'T. I want to say It's gonna be fine BUT I KNOW IT'S REALLY NOT.

I hate this shit. I just want to be 10 and have my Barbies hair be the biggest issue of my pathetic life.

Who's the rookie?

2010-04-18T10:49:00.000-07:00

Last night at the Black Senior Weekend show... well, it was sick. Super sick. I'll post a vid later.

After the show I went with my roomies to a house party next door (we are slowly turning into the girls next door...) and acted DJ until it was time for a night snack (no wonder I keep gaining these american pounds when my blog is based on all of my wierd eating habits..) with my boy(ss) Jason. I got a big and juice mediteranian gyro and it was deeeeeeeelicious (I finished it this morning. Hehe.). Mhhhhmmm huum.

My eekie roomies.

Fashion show at UCB

2010-04-17T19:52:00.000-07:00

In honor of the Black Senior Weekend at Berkeley they are letting our fashion club YOU.nic have a 10-minute fashion show in the Dwinelle bulding on campus..... and I am lame! Tired! Exhausted! Bored! I feel like just lying flat on my stomach and passing out in my bed (but that isn't such a great idea considering that I am all out of juice and I need to go by juice tonight and if I don't buy juice tonight there will be no juice in the fridge tomorrow morning and that will suck potatos beacuse I love my juice in the morning. Ya dig?).

Yup. So... OK. OK. OK, my roomie is texting me. I should really get my badonk over there. Got to put on a fashion face. And B T dub THANK YOU DOLLY PARTON for singing a song about my life. You might have boobs bigger than my kitchen but.... Today I. Couldn't. Care. Less.

Let's pop some bubbly

2010-04-17T11:01:00.000-07:00

Ohhhh maaa gaaawd. I did it again. I poured to much milk over my cereal. It makes me so frustrated trying to get the milk-cereal-ratio right (I know I'm not the only one who feels like this). The milk needs to *just* cover the cereal. To make me feel better I poured the last of the rice milk over it. Now I haveto mix rice liquid with 2 percent milk (?!?!?!). FML. I just want cereal.

Vogue is eternal. Spain is not.

2010-04-17T01:31:00.001-07:00

Sweet lord

2010-04-16T21:43:00.000-07:00

I ate to much food for dinner. I complained about it to my roommate. She rubbed some magic tiger balm lotion on my stomach. Not only do I feel like a real fatty balancing my laptop on my belly right now, but I also smell very therapeutic. Nice.

So fresh and so cool

2010-04-16T08:19:00.000-07:00

I'm leaving to go back to Sweden in less than two weeks, so OFCOURSE I just haaaad to visit Anthropologie and splurge on this a-w-e-s-o-m-e journal/calender/cool shiet book for my upcoming adventure on the other (other? I ment socialistic) side of the globe. It's like my new best friend (always good to switch them up, keeps a girl busy). I just get nervous by looking at it! Because I know how much fun we shall have in the future! I just want to take care of my new baby! Mmmm!

I mish ya and I really wanna kish ya

Photographic suicide

2010-04-15T18:51:00.000-07:00

I am a failure. I am a failure at taking pictures (why did I never sign up for that photography class in high school? why????). I just returned (in one piece, thank God) from SF with a few moments of... not that much pleasure. For example, I accidentially elbowed a girl (I promise it was an accident!!) and she went bananaz and after I told her I was sorry for the fifty eight time I left quickly as a baboon with their tail between their legs. Do baboons even have tails? I should really have paid attention in anthropologie. Moving on.......! Bought this Tee today from Jigsaw. Now I'm going up to the dorms to sport it (and see Evs McGevs). Later fools.

Fashion... what? SPORT SPLASH!!!!

2010-04-15T08:57:00.001-07:00

Waa... sport it. I think it's time to invest in a (I'm really serious about this)... umah... a gym membership?!) A great excuse for great outfits.

Gawd Mawning

2010-04-15T08:44:00.000-07:00

Oh, hello, dear readers.

When I went to school I would have these days where I. Could. Just. Not. Get. Up. For. All. The. Free. Clothes. In. The. World! But now, when I'm working... well I guess it's different. If I don't show up I'll first have to face the humiliation of being THE LATE ONE and after a while I'd probably get fired. Uhhh. Dude!

So, here I am, sitting on my big bad bed, waiting for the clock to hit nine so I can walk to the bus stop. At four I'm leaving AGAIN to take the BART into Frisco. At sixish I have a meeting with the fashion club YOU.nic but... ehhh... aah... I won't make it ( though considering the optimist that I am, I won't tell them about my delay until about quarter to six when my lucious b-hind is on the BART and not around the corner).

Have a nice day.

Taste the soup

2010-04-15T00:16:00.001-07:00

OK I'm off to bed. My friend Jason TOTALLY made me watch the movie "Coming to America" (from the lovely year of 1988) last night and I admit it... The movie had a couple of good quality jokes. Tomorrow I shallt work and I shallt go into da city and photograph some mo.

The temptations of Paris

2010-04-14T17:37:00.000-07:00

My friend French Girl (the one and only) is doing a fashion intership all summer long in Paris. Hmm. Tempting. She wants me to come and visit her there. Hmm. Tempting. Yesterday I went to the bank and it turns out the bank had managed to straight up swallow my entire paycheck. Hmm. Suddenly not so tempting.

French Girl and I during our exchange student year in Davis 2007.

Look out here they come

2010-04-14T17:02:00.001-07:00

I just came back from a streetstyle fashion hunt on the Berkley campus.

Conclusion: Berkeley men dress better than Berkeley women. Berkeley has very little fashion. Berkeley is very retro hippie. Though, I did find a nice piece of eye candy. Shy as a girls first period but STILL.

Me: Hi, blablabla... so can I take a picture of your outfit?

Hottie: Well... sure. *smile*

Me: Awesome (Are you gay? No? Do you have a girlfriend? No? Let's get married and have pretty children?).

After recovering from not wanting to leave my hot soulmate, I searched and I searched and I searched and then... I finally gave up. Women of Berkeley - go fashion or go home.

My future husband's sneeky shoes.

The eye of house

2010-04-13T23:14:00.000-07:00

One day I'll live in San Francisco (after I find my richer-than-Trump-husband-so-this-house-can-be-my-SF-studio-for-getaway-weekends, get a killer body and own a sweet ass BMdub). No, really though.

Going for the lists

2010-04-13T21:31:00.000-07:00

10 FAVORITES
Color: Pink
Food: Bah! This was an easy one. Mexican (anything else is prepared with too much skills for me to appriciate). And hummus. Need my hummus.
Band: What don't I listen to?
Movie: Superbad (don't ever watch this movie with me unless you want to hear all, litterally all, the lines from my mouth instead of the speakers). Everything else just gets old.
Book: I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max
Sport: Shopping. People TOTALLY underestimate the work out that you get from shopping.
Time of year: Summer drummer
Weekday: The busy Fridays
Ice cream: Do I eat a lot of ice cream? Hmm... No. But when I do I can never remember what I had the last time.
Time of the day: Lunchish (asleep, alone, in my bed).

9 FOR THE MOMENT
Mood: Impatient
Taste: Wattahh
Clothes: PJs
Background: New Boyz playing around vids
Nail polish: Like, eh, orange? Def not yellow.
Time: Ten thirty
Surrounding: My calender, me and my phone on the big bad bed
Object of irritation: Working all weekend

6 HAVE YOU EVER
Dated any of your best friends: Yes, yes, yes.
Broken the law: Does anyone actually answer no on this question? Didn't think so.
Been arrested: Nope
Bathed naked: Yes
Been on TV: No
Kissed someone you don't know: Yes. My favorite hobby.

3 PEOPLE
You can tell everything: Now that would only be one. Human being. Duh.
You like: Way more than only 3 peeps.
You don't like: Ignorant people. And yes that as well is way more than 3 peeps.

2 CHOICES
Coffee or tea: Tea
Spring or fall: Fall

1 WISH: That someone decides to do my laundry for me?! Anyone?! You get a free DVD!

The dangerous Mission

2010-04-13T14:25:00.000-07:00

Chip and I are on our way to San Francisco to snap some street style shots for a new blog job. We are planning to hit up the Mission. I am making sure of dressing... auhm... very serious. Yes, very serious. Got to be fit for business.

My mother keeps on reminding me of that I will see lots of drug dealing and mexican foods in the Mission district. Yeah, like, thank you Madre? She probably thinks this means that I will get shot by some Chipotle thug. I tried to tell her that I have no weed to sell a Chipotle thug so I'm not really sure that is what's going to happen...

Mommie, no need to worry now that Rafael Casal made my homework easier.

Good morning Berkeley

2010-04-13T07:00:00.000-07:00

I ate a big piece of brownie before I went to bed last night (my stomach is more or less an interpretation of Homer Simpsons gut on a female). Ooooopsie.

I woke up freezing this morning. So I reached out for my slippers. When my head was clear enough I realized I don't have any slippers. Why don't I have any slippers? Why? Why? I gave my UGGs a dirty look. Never the less I made my way to the kitchen without giving my feet a cold. I also noticed that the ants of Berkeley had decided to take over last nights dishes. Though, I was really not in the mood to have this never ending fight, so I gave them peace to finish what they started. It might sound gross, but if you know what it's like to have ants take over the kitchen E-V-E-R-Y single time it rains outside you also learn when to pick your fights.

I have an early work meeting so I gotta run. Bye.

That motherChucker...

2010-04-12T21:47:00.000-07:00

Monday is my friend. Monday is my friend because it gives me Gossip Girl. Enough with being in a college town where over half of the student population can't even spell the words "fun" and/or "socializing", I'm in need of some fresh fashion and fake NYC drama. Im in for the Basshole!

A beanie here and a beanie there

2010-04-12T21:01:00.000-07:00

I don't know when or why, but I do remember how it all started. My boyfriend at the time would always wear colorful beanies and one day the beanie had a logo. This man, who isn't much of a logo man, was ready to get logo pissed on (la la la la) by his girlfriend. So when he explained what the logo ment, I remember saying "uhhm... cooooool" (while puking in my mouth). Ugh. All so lame, lame, lame, lame, lame!

A couple months later and his friend has taken over the beanie logo fashion. I'm freaking out. What is this shit? Logo who? But with my awesome skills (that I have gathered thoughout my important life here on earth) I later on made the connections (of all beanie connections) and purchased a couple more beanies for the boyfriend (wow, highly appriciated.... I wish). The joke is that while I was at it, I bought a logo beanie for myself... Yeah, I know, it's really not my style. But atleast I tried. But now, baaaaaaah, now I see this beanie is fashion FO REALZ. Dis... wait for it... wait for it... gusting.

The only cool thing about this beanie is the killer website.

Limited edition

2010-04-12T19:57:00.000-07:00

Hi. I'm Sara and I'm a cheapo.

I learned from the best (with all due respect, Mommie) so what can I say - it's pathetic but true. For example, I don't believe in high-end nail polish (OK, OK, I would never buy the 99 cent nail polish but you get my point) or manicures. Manicures just make me feel uncomfortable (knowing that someone can have this as their profession when even people as spastic as me are selftaught).

Now let's see if this magic Maybelline can perform.

BF=JFM

2010-04-12T19:14:00.001-07:00

I get home from work. My roommate hears me out while I bitch about the BF. She looks at me and tilts her head to the left (just like any 35 year old woman does when listening to Justin Bieber and thinking ISN'T-HE-JUST-THE-CUTEST-THING-EVEEEEER *barf*).

Me: BLABLABLBLABLABLA screw it!?!?
Roommate: ..............
Me: !!!!!!!!!!!
Roommate: Sara, I think you need a "junk food Monday" (aka JFM).

So I went to the super market to bring my friends Ben and Jerry home with me. But I came back alone (pita bread and hummus doesn't count, right?). I suck at JKM.

Rise and shine

2010-04-12T09:34:00.000-07:00

Rise (minus the shining)! It's pouring down outside and all I want to wear is shorts (#kl&?#!! it). It's time for me make this days' first visit with Mr Toothbrush and his wife Mrs Toothpaste before I skip of to work (I mean walk like a baloon in my rubber boots to the bus stop). Why does April have to be so anal? Bah! I know this day is probably the ideal day to use up my last session at the tanning salon, buuuuuut I have to admit that the feeling of just being able to go there whenever is kind of awesome. I know that if I use my last session I won't be able to feel like this again. Damn it, why is it so hard to just be normal?

Good night!

2010-04-11T23:15:00.000-07:00

And I'm off to bed.

Outfit puzzle

2010-04-11T22:47:00.000-07:00

Since I work for them I better rep them. Shop Jigsaw London online!

My rice pilaf brings all the boys to the kitchen

2010-04-11T21:55:00.000-07:00

I just made dinner on the stove (my roommate kindly reminded me of that she can count on one hand how many times that has happened) and it was Campbell's Condensed Clam Chowder Soup (DUDE! HEY! Cool it with the accusations will ya). Uhhmm... Ehhh... Yuck!?? Not only did it look like what came out of my mouth last weekend before I fell asleep all tangled up in the shower curtain but it also tasted like rotten testicles. Como whaaat! This is not what I want to put in my mouth. So I popped a bag of pop corn and thought about Dinner Plan B.

Dinner Plan B
-Bring water to boil
-Poor in Rice Pilaf mix
-10 minutes later mix with whole black beans

I don't who told that I'm an unsufficient chef beacuse, puuh, obviously I am as far from it I could possibly be. Jamie Oliver is just a little bitch.

A wee bit funny

2010-04-11T19:21:00.000-07:00

So we have this steamer at my work. And yes, we use it for steaming. Today I had an epiphany - I realized that in my future life I was a steamstress! I mean, there is just no other explaination for all my feelings when I am steaming garments! I also noticed what an efficient Swiffstress I am (when we close for the day we have to Swiffer the entire floor). Conclusion, if life doesn't work out as I planed it(future husband: Hayden Christensen, future house: Oprah's mansion in Santa Barbara, future body: Demi Moore who?) I will always have a career as a Swiffstress on TV-shop. What would life be without all of these life altering moments?

6

2010-04-11T09:58:00.001-07:00

My friend recently started writing a blog. And it's about sex! I've never actually read a sex blog (how lame am I...) and I have to admit it's pretty dope. Check it out.
http://pertundaamore.blogspot.com/

My tennis vocab ain't that fulfilling

2010-04-11T09:27:00.000-07:00

Last night me, Daniella and Chip went over to a tennis party (all these damn sport parties keep popin' up). Last weekend we where on our way to a baseball party but we ended up in a volleyboll house with basketball players. Yeahhh... About that... Anyways, I text my friend and ask her if she wants to come over.

Me: You down for a tennis party?
Friend: Whaaaa is everybody dressed like tennis players?? I don't wanna dress up!!

Hmm. I think "Friend, you lame and that's a very lame joke..".

We ended the night at one out of the three bars next to campus, you'd think there where more bars here considering the student population that's over 21. But no. It's Berkeley. The organic city that shuts down at 5 pm. Live long King Pin Donuts. Hola!

Clap chap snap it

2010-04-10T21:03:00.000-07:00

It's time to dazzle off to Chips place. First I need to run by the market and get some flava flaves for my future breif moments of bartending tonight. Wow. Bartending. This is a pretty big deal. Pshhhh.

Pesto Pizza Please

2010-04-10T20:47:00.000-07:00

It took me about three hours this morning before I realized that maybe, only maybe, should I finally get out of bed and do something this shady day. I know, it's hard when you have all you need (a glass of pineapple juice from yesterday, some In-N-Out stickers and your laptop) next to your world of sleep heaven aka the bed.

I packed my bag and took the BART to SF. I was on the hunt for new undies (doing laundry is so 2 months ago) but we all know how that usually goes, and if you don't, I have one word for you - ITDOESN'TGO. So, a pair of shorts and a blouse later I meet up with my friend Kiernan to get some pesto Pizza. No, I'm not vegan anymore. My diet is more or less just... vegan inspired. Soy milk vanilla latte please?

My boy Kiernan

Word.

2010-04-10T02:48:00.001-07:00

You're the one

2010-04-09T22:52:00.000-07:00

I'm making my way through youtube and reminiscing about old episodes of Sesame Street and The Muppet Show. They never showed Sesame Street on Swedish television, so I'd rely on the books and the videos when I wasn't in the states to consume all this colorful knowledge. But to my point. How come I as a child never complained about these freaks? Like talking monkeys and a red teddy with a banana nose? How could I possibly find that normal? And then this big ass gorilla looking elephant thingy? Like, what, whaaaat's goin' on here fellas??? I mean, Ernie is the only one that looks semi normal (forgetting the fact that he sounds like an homeless alcoholic).

My mother used to sing this song to me before my bedtime when I was young. She'd make this funny voice and I thought it was litterally the coolest thing ever, period. I would always remind her of never letting go of her dreams of becoming a singer (she never wanted to become a singer).

"Hey Rubber Duckie, would you like me to scrub your back with my nefty little
scrub brush?"

BAHAHAHAHA.

Los del Rio

2010-04-09T21:47:00.000-07:00

I had a conversation about hotel pool music today. There seems to be some kind of a missunderstanding about the song Macarena - that it's actually pleasant to listen to. I don't understand how it can NOT drive the people working day in and day out at the hotel absolutly crazy to hear it over.. and over.. and over... and over again. GEE! I'd punch a tourist every time if I worked there. It's not like the people working in the pool bar can just drop their orders for a few minutes and do the Macarena dance (though I really wouldn't mind watching some eye candy jmp around infront of the magic bottles of alcohol for a few seconds). And how come I feel like I'm the only god damn annoying tourist to ever complain about it?

A couple years ago I was in Tunisia with my mother and my siblings. On the fifth day of listening to Macarena (I swear they must have had a playlist of what? ten songs?) I couldn't hold back anymore. I walked over to the so called "DJ" and politly told him that if they play Macarena one more time I will rip off my ears and throw those nasty speakers in the pool. Since we were meeting on the English/Arabic/Tourist/You-are-a-stupid-tourist-level he settled with giving me a LOOK. I felt the urge of grabbing one of those pretty pink brick poles in the lobby and gently taping him on the shoulder with it, before I make a nice swing at his bald head (if I only had the superpowers of Hulk...) and set him off to the moon.

I feel like out of all the moments that ruined the song Macarena for me, this was the worst. I sometimes wish I could be like everybody else and go nuts, shake my vagina and scream MEEEMMORRIEESSS with a high pitch voice when I hear the song BUT. I. JUST. FUCKING. CAN'T. Dude.

Just a heads up

2010-04-09T21:27:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I got dinner at a mexican restaurant called Cactus with family friends. After that I planned to hit up the Sway fashion show. But little did I know when my friend Chip texted me and said she was having her bum day. Uhhhhhu, that ain't happeing on my watch. So I knocked down her door with my huge Swedish hands and made her jump rabbit fast out off pink sweatpants into a pair of tight jeans. Mission accomplished.

Diva, from our fashion club YOU.nic opened the show and she was. Hmmm. B0$$Y.

Ps. If anyone from Sway reads this, the wrapping was much better than the gifts. Sorry. No, not really. Just a heads up.

Artist of the day?

2010-04-09T20:43:00.000-07:00

Why am I always the last one to find out?

Hide-those-worms-Friday

2010-04-09T19:59:00.000-07:00

I don't think all of my Swedish readers know what a guage is. Let's leave it at that. Moving on.... My friend Eva had earlier told me about this store on Telegraph where they sell some cheap ass guages. Time to make a move. A guaging move.

Eleven dollars and 90 cents later I look like I have worms coming out of my ears. Niiice... Eva flat out refused to sport these puppies. I spend a minute of looking at her with huge disapointment with my teary eyes before I realize she has a good point. The mirror and her aviators tell me so. Damn.

Moving on...... I make a fatal mistake asking a guy at Zebra for a price estimate. He starts chit chatting about the giraff on my shirt. Like, dude, tats, helloooooo. I grab Evas arm and we move on to bigger and better things - thrift shopping.

A book richer and a few dollars less in my pocket

2010-04-07T00:53:00.001-07:00

Stuff always happens to me on the days when I have little to do. It ranges from discussions with Persians about Scandinavian furniture to walking around the block for the millionth time before discovering there is an awesome used book store RIGHT INFRONT OF ME. Today it was the second of these two. All of those feelings as Little Miss Swedish Book Worm Sara quickly (and gently) slapped me in my more adult face. Because Little Miss Swedish Book Worm Sara would empty a books wordly containt before you can say loser.

Our old house used to be filled with books from floor to celing, my dad (who I swear was Builder Bob's older brother in his past life) made mini libraries outside of mine and my brothers room. Litterally, the walls to our rooms where book shelfs. So I would end up sitting on the floor on the book shelf sofa (think Builder Bob... lalala) across the big book shelf walls and just stare at the covers and read the backside of all of the books. All of this sounds really confusing but trust me, it was even more book shelf intense than this...

I need to digg up that book worm and get down to book bidness.

Dinner and Go

2010-04-06T20:34:00.000-07:00

Just came back from Berkeley A S and a quick chill session at Zebra, in the making of Mac 'n Cheese and about to run off to adventures at the dorms.

Good morning San Francisco

2010-04-06T12:35:00.000-07:00

I woke up caughing and sneezing. No food in the fridge. Still pieces of frosted flakes on my floor. I'm escaping with a bikini to the sunny part of the porch.

Carpet chills

2010-04-05T21:00:00.000-07:00

OK. My floor is covered in pieces of USC frosted flakes and my entire wardrobe is residing on top off all of my unpacked and newly washed clothes in my suitcase. There is pita bread and emtpy hummus containers in every corner of my room and each day it gets harder to find my make up in the one and only drawer that is in my possession. I've come to the conclusion that;
A. I can clean my room
B. I can resist from cleaning my room today (and let the monsters of carpet flooring take over my soul for the night)

I think I'll have some frosted flakes while I think about it a while longer.

Backstage Project {M}aganda

2010-04-05T20:07:00.000-07:00

Buenos dias señor Converse

When diet coke and light cigarettes won't work the diet

Kitty, Diva and Chip

Getting ready for the after party

The fashion police must have found me

2010-04-05T19:48:00.000-07:00

Running around Jigsaw with Mui leads to admiting that the most unknown dress kills bugs faster than a flyswatter is popular on a hot summer night.

Chocolate fever

2010-04-05T18:28:00.000-07:00

I don't eat a lot of chocolate. But I like to eat chocolate. Today we had an easter basket filled with chocolate by the register, and guess who was hogging over that thing as if there was no tomorrow? So when Miss who-dat was done at work for the day guess who went straight to the food market and bought 4 different kinds of chocolate bars.... bah! Not me.

Oakland represents

2010-04-05T01:02:00.000-07:00

Oh snap. I can proudly call myself one of Bobby's 3000 facebook friends. 143 it.

Time for Thai

2010-04-05T00:35:00.000-07:00

I'm hungry sooooooo ya'll know where to find me!

Touched for the very first time

2010-04-05T00:17:00.000-07:00

Last Thursday the gay frat of Berkeley, SEO, invited their friends to join them at the club The Crib in San Francisco.

I danced on the poles with the near-to-naked booty bumpin' gay boys and I drank light blue bubbly drinks... I was even caught pounding my fist to T Swift! Obviously it was my first time at a gay club.

Magic time.

2010-04-04T23:29:00.001-07:00

It's Sunday. Ben and Jerry left early this morning. My sleeping schedule is up in the air and very confusing. Time for magic.

Today is the day!

2010-04-02T10:51:00.001-07:00

The only problemo de grande is that I get off work at around 7 pm. Douch on me! But I'll be there.

Sugar

2010-03-31T23:26:00.000-07:00

Oh, come on. Who am I kidding? I really don't listen to all of this indie music I'm posting on my blog. I listen to real beats. I listen to the man who gets liften, shifted and higher than the celing when Little Miss ME come around the corner of 4th and University. BAM!

Work that plastic flooooooor

2010-03-31T23:00:00.000-07:00

Today we did a rehersal of the runway for the fashion show on Friday. All of our models where great. But some of the other ones... I am neither a hater nor am I Miss J, but. What. Was. That.

Jillian and Devonique at the rehersal. (I know I'm so excited this is my first video on my blog YEEAAPPIEEE it's almost as if I'm losing my second virginity!! again!!)

The brilliant POP

2010-03-31T22:54:00.001-07:00

Today I had a revelation. A brilliant idea. You know how some dollar bills have an website adress on them? Well well, why not try it? I ended up writing my blog adress on a five dollar bill and WHO KNOWS WHAT POCKET THAT WILL END UP IN???!?!?! I sure don't but I really hope it will give me a new sort of readers. I am just way to smart for this world.

SE-NYC

2010-03-30T23:14:00.000-07:00

Sewn From The Soul from Alejandro Perez on Vimeo.

How do you define a blogger... Man, I like these guys.
http://streetetiquette.com/

Thank You French Kiss Records

2010-03-30T22:55:00.000-07:00

Emergen-C

2010-03-30T22:27:00.001-07:00

Hey squatwads it's time for the daily. Consumtion of Vitamin C, that would B.

Just hating

2010-03-30T21:09:00.000-07:00

Today was a day filled with bankalicious D.R.A.M.A. As well as some hummus and some shopping. I went to SF and did a shortcut through Abercrombie DON'T DO THAT PEOPLE!! You just end up starring at the all the guys you KNOOOW where hired for their mainstream looks and 6-pack skills. Waytago.

I have a friend who is leaving for Miami today. She only has a 45 minute layover in Paris so I really hope there is a divine miracle so that she ends up in the Bay instead. Bahahaha who am I kidding, what would a Swede do in SF? Go to Abercrombie and buy lots and lots of Fitch? Hmm? I suddenly feel like giving up my Swedish citizenship.

Edward DON'T, she'll see you

2010-03-29T20:11:00.000-07:00

Haha! I'm watching New Moon and dreaming about wolfs! This movie is fucking creepy. But my Häagen Dazs needs to get inside my stomach some how and I guess I'm the one who has to do the dirty work so... yeah.

And.... FINALLY it's time for this week's GG. Ready, set, Chuck me.

I am a princess! Believe it or not!

2010-03-29T16:22:00.000-07:00

Shit! I just remembered tomorrow is the deadline of the outfits for the fashion show on friday. Gah I think this means I haveto... cl...clean.. my room. Buh.

Mighty

2010-03-29T16:18:00.000-07:00

I am mighty hungry. I am mighty sick and I am mighty tired. Walgreen's you better do me mighty good.

The burning South

2010-03-28T17:44:00.000-07:00

My boss sent me home earlie today because of my cough. So here I am, in my bed, eathing pita bread by itself (the hummus is aaaaaaaall the way over in the fridge) and about to tune in to watch the movie Mississippi Burning. I've probably seen this movie five times and as much as it makes me frustrated, it makes me hello-kitty-happy that they made it into a movie. Let my feelings breath! Gah!

Bah! I just want to dance.

2010-03-28T17:23:00.000-07:00

Enough with 80s parties but... the music. DUHHHH the 80s was all just one big aerobics party.

Oh, that Beach House

2010-03-28T17:12:00.000-07:00

Another sweet tooth

2010-03-24T11:47:00.000-07:00

Man!!! How do I ever survive in Sweden without all these Girl Scouts cookies! They are so bomb.

My dog is the nicest dog in the whole wide world, promise.

2010-03-24T11:33:00.000-07:00

It's eleven thirty. Me and Grace just made smoothies and I finishied the intermediate sudoku. We are going to Lake Berryessa (lake equals dogs gah-lloh-re) and the dog thingy isn't really tempting. But I can't be a pussy all my life. I just really, really, reaaaally don't like dogs. Ever meet a homofobic person? Well, I am what they call a dogofobic person.

MOVING ON.... Grace's dog Summer is behind the screen, checking me out as if I was some kind of a Swedish terrorist. Whatever happened to the expression "dog eyes"????? Hola.

Antic or anthic

2010-03-22T22:19:00.000-07:00

While the sun was rising and the mama birds were feeding the baby birds, a young padawan began her daily bus trip to make some money to put in her future kids' college fund. But when sparkles catches your eye, and those future kids' names ain't even discussed, a padawan can't be all up in that Mr. Star Wars' grill.

Anthro!!! Here we go!!!