Because we must

Jag tänkte slänga in ett inlägg på svenska, bara för att röra om i grytan. Idag hörde jag en låt. Jag har en tendens att bli indragen i låtar, vare sig jag vill eller inte. Den började såhär

 
Damn Girl
Damn Girl
Damn Girl
Damn Girl
Damn Girl
Damn

Damn Girl
Damn Girl
Damn Girl
Damn Girl
Damn Girl
Damn

Listen to me.

Efter en sådan inledning finns väl ingen anledning att lyssna till honom? Men jag kände mej ändå obligerad att göra det. Han insisterade ju. 

I've been around the world
Seen a million hunnies
Really special girls
Gave all my time and money
But, there something 'bout ya
Something that's kinda funny (jaha.. något komiskt med mej då. Vadå? Lökringar under armarna?)

It's what you do to me (jahaa okej, vad jag gör.. med dej…… det är kul)
awwwww
Don't need no Maybelline
'Cause you're a beauty queen (för det rimmar på Maybelline.. jag fattar.)
Don't need no L'oreal
'Cause bitch you're bad as hell (hell rimmar väl inte på L’oreal?)
If I'm a Casanova
Then you're a supernova 

Girl it's what you do to me
It's got me saying
Damn girl...... you're so fine
The way you let me put it down, girl
Blows my mind
I guess I gotta put it down tonight
I gotta put it down

Ohh , Ohh Ohh 

Vid det här laget hade allt annat i min omgivning försvunnit. Jag var helt fast. The way you let me put it down girl, blows my mind. I guess I gotta put it down tonight. Bara en sån sak! Jag fortsatte  ivrigt att lyssna.

I said there something bout the way you do the things you do
when you do the things you do
its got me Ohh Ohh Ohh

Jag sa: det är något med sättet du gör sakerna du gör, när du gör sakerna du gör. Det där ni. Det är poesi.
Jag ville desperat veta vad som skulle hända härnäst. Jag fick svar på det efter ungefär tio upprepningar av ”damn girl”:

So why don't you be my chick and stuff
Take you out to dinner and catch a flick and stuff
If we spend time I'll never get enough
You're so fine make a brother blush
Got me looking like a black grape and stuff
First time saying you had me gonna crush
And if you ever give it to me
Give it to me rough


Jag fann inga ord. Det märkligaste var att ingen annan reagerade. Inte ett leende, inte några fniss. Tystnad. Hade vi just hört samma låt? Den som handlade om en beauty queen utan Maybelline som fick sångaren att se ut som en svart grapefrukt.. and stuff? Jag satt där och kollade ut över rummet. Undrar om någon skulle reagera om jag ställde mej och skrek: JAG SER UT SOM EN SVART GRAPEFRUKT! Tanken gnagde sig fast. Den vägrade att försvinna.. tänk om, tänk om.. till slut var jag tvungen att lämna rummet, både för min egen och alla andras skull. Det blir så dålig stämning när någon beter sej konstigt.

I went to the gym today, and it was almost empty (i love it when that happens). So I got on the treadmill and started running a bit. After a while a man entered the room, and I saw his eyes zooming to me. Please, don’t take the treadmill next to mine, please don’t take the treadmill next to mine… but of course he did. It was a chatty man, he talked and talked, and it felt like he wanted to compete with me. First he was like “How fast is your treadmill going?”. “Six point 5” I answered, and so he increased his to 6,6. I was like you gotta be kidding me.. here is a man, he must have been around 50, and he wants to compete with me. Ok, it’s on. After about 15 minutes he asked me how high my pulse was (he look deadly tiered by now). He said “Mine is 113, so you must have at least… 120 by now. Check it!”. I did, and it was 107. I saw the defeat in his eyes.. “.. but you must be one of them well-trained athlete girls then.” I was laughing so hard on the inside, but I just said “Yeah..”

I passed my English-exam!!!! :D i even got a ”VG”! I’m totally chocked. HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!! :D

What a beautiful day it is today (compared to yesterday). The sun is shining through my window.. I’ve missed the sun. I think I’m gonna get my ass to the gym right now. Haven't been there all week.

Hope you’re having a great Sunday morning :)

this is the view from my window right now.

Oh, fun times. What am I supposed to do with a day like this? I’m so bored… I’m even considering cleaning the apartment (!). Då är det illa..

I cant even begin to describe how much I HATE THIS SNOW!!! Another snowstorm is on its way.. one more?! REALLY? What’s going on? Is it global warming or global freezing?! If I could express my hate for this snow in letters it would look like this. BIUAGHEFIEHKADLKSKKSKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.... no that doesn't even begin to cover it.

I HATE SNOW. I HATE IT.

I need to move to a warm country, pronto.

Or at least get a vacation.. maybe to Egypt. Sharm El Sheik.. oh my god. That would be………………………. Very nice.

I’m really relieved that my exam is over! I haven’t been this stressed about an exam since my driving test.. and I swear to God, I almost died of a mental breakdown before my driving test. I hate this pressure! I feel like I have to pass every single exam this term, because otherwise I wont graduate in June… and I need to do that. I wanna go off to the states without having to think about university anymore.

We’ll just have to wait and see what the outcome of this exam will be..

Oh, that rimes.


Tonight I’m just gonna take it easy. I deserve it! Right now I’m sitting here playing my guitar.. there’s nothing more relaxing in the world. If I could marry my guitar, I probably would. I would marry it and have tiny ukulele-babies. okey I’ll stop being weird now. I was just strumming on an old melody, and it brought back a lot of memories. Me and a friend went to see this band at Berns in Stockholm many years ago.. I remember it very well, since we were 16 – 17 and there was an age limit of 21 I think. But we insisted that her mum should come along with us and see them, because then we would get in… so she came along, poor thing. She didn’t like them=P but we had an amazing evening! Afterwards we kind of ran into the band, but they were REALLY shy. The lead singer didn’t even make eye-contact, and they just rushed to their tour-bus.. so anyway, I’m not gonna get carried away now, but I thought that I might as well post a video of the song I was thinking about. 

It’s still such a beautiful tune.. and a cute video, i haven't seen it before =)

I’m soo exhausted! Didn’t sleep at all last night, and i’ve had a long and stressful day. Right now I can barley keep my eyes open, and I still have a lot of studying to do…I think I’m gonna pull an all-nighter, since the exam isn’t until 2 pm tomorrow.. oh yes, aint life great for a student like myself.

Why, oh why are you writing in English Elisabeth? Have you finally lost your mind? Yes, I think so. I’m all about the English language right now.. I guess it’s a good thing, ‘cause in a few months time I’m off to the states and I want to blow them away with my excellent English-skills. They won’t even know that I’m Swedish.. in fact, when I had my interview with the company I’m gonna work at, she didn’t realise that I wasn’t from the states until I mentioned it (although I think she had a hunch, haha).
 

Anyway. I had my oral presentation today! It was SCARY, but it went fine. I don’t think I’ve had a presentation in English before.. lets just say I wasn’t the worst in the group at least.. but I’m not a big fan of talking in front of people, not even in Swedish. It’s silly though.. I don’t understand why I’m so terrified of it. I’ve got to get over it….

 Welly, welly, welly then.. what more.. hm, my life isn’t that exciting at the moment as you might have understood by now.. haha, I just realised that almost every blog entry in the last…. for ever, is about what I’m studying and how the lectures are (and once in a while how you cook meals with cheese). Wow, I’ve really succeeded in creating an amazingly inspiring blog..
 

I should rename it to: The tragic life of a dying student… who likes cheesy food.

Oh look at that.. I’ve almost written a whole essay. I’ll leave you now.. gonna dive back into the world of diphthongs and schwa.

Have a WONDERFUL evening.. no, I was exaggerating. Have a normal evening.. I don’t know. Eat some chips and watch Black Books, you can’t go wrong with that. Oh, in fact… maybe I’ll do that.. NO. No, I HAVE to study now. I’ll leave you with Nick Drake, ‘cause otherwise you’ll just have a looong, boring blog entry.. I feel that Nick could put some meaning into this shiet.

Ja, nu är jag äntligen klar med c-uppsatsen. Skrev precis sista meningen i abstract. Jag kan inte förstå det här.. JAG ÄR KLAR!!!! Vad tomt det kommer bli.. 65 sidor blev slutprodukten (89 med alla transkriberingar). Jag är stolt och nöjd. Nu kan jag inte göra mer, det är bara att invänta opponeringen.. jag tycker synd om den som måste plöja igenom min 65 sidor långa uppsats.. oh well.=)

Igår var jag, dani och sandra hemma hos erika och hade myskväll. Vi åt ost, drack vin och hade väldigt trevligt. Melodifestivalen var på i bakgrunden också, och min fråga idag är: är det någon som har kommit på vad en ”manboy” är? Jag vågar inte googla det.. hahaha!

Lite senare bestämde vi oss att dra till Frimis. Det var faktiskt en lyckad kväll! Frimis var packat med folk och det blev en hel del dans, dans, dans!

Idag var en riktig ångestdag.. inte bara pga. den satans huvudvärken och allt plugg, utan främst för att det är den där jävla dagen igen.. alla hjärtans dag. Jag undrar vad personer i förhållanden tänker när de skriver ”Glad alla hjärtans dag” till sina singelvänner. Vad menas? Ja, visst, jag har en underbar alla hjärtans dag här med min vinflaska. Vi har en kärleksaffär som överträffar allt du nånsin har upplevt.

Det enda självklara såna här dagar är Morrissey..! yeahh, i know..

Jag sitter här och skriver på ett tal som jag ska hålla nästa måndag. Det är på engelska och handlar om kungafamiljen. Just nu skriver jag om hovet och hur det är finansierat. Jag vill ge en beskrivning av ”apanaget”, alltså de pengar en stat betalar till kungen. Eftersom jag är lite tankspridd och oinspirerad denna kväll tänkte jag ta hjälp av google translate.. så jag skriver:

Apanage (från vulgärlatinets apanare som betyder "att ge bröd") är namnet på de pengar en stat betalar ut till sin kung. 

Och får översättningen: 

Apanage (from Vulgar Latin monkey which means "to make bread") is the name of the money the State pays for their king.




Hahahah, kvällens lol.

Idag hade vi föreläsning i Engelsk litteraturvetenskap. Det är helt okej tycker jag, lite Dickens, Conrad osv. Men i morse kom jag på en briljant idé. Någon borde starta en Dylan-kurs.. en riktig akademisk kurs alltså, där man studerar Dylans texter. Tänk vilken drömkurs! Man inleder föreläsningen med att spela upp några låtar, sedan sitter man och har djupa diskussioner om dom..

Jag tänkte på det här hela dagen. Någon måste ju ha kommit på den här idén före mej! Så när jag kom hem googlade jag det, och fann till min förtjusning att det faktiskt FINNS Dylan-kurser. Nu återstår det bara för mej att övertala Larsåke om att örebro universitet borde införa detta. Jag kan extraknäcka som lektor.. =)

Professor holds Bob Dylan's poetry class

"He is always looking for his muse, the perfect female, the Goddess of Poetry," said Professor Frances Hunter, sipping on a cup of coffee. Hunter was not talking about Whitman or Dante though, but about one of the greatest poets of the second half of this century - Bob Dylan.

Hunter has been a professor at ASU for "a long time, much longer than I would like to disclose," she said.

This semester she is teaching “World Literature I” and “Poetry and Drama”. She is also teaching a creative novel writing class and a class dedicated entirely to Bob Dylan. This is the second semester Hunter is teaching the Bob Dylan class.

"I taught it back in the spring because the dean at the time wanted some new courses. It was something I had been thinking about for a long time because of his (Bob Dylan's) age, having now 50 years of production, and having studied with Professor Ricks in England," Hunter said.

She said it was not difficult to gain support for the class from ASU. They were looking for something new that would draw students from other departments, who might not normally take an English class as an elective. Her class this semester has 15 students who are primarily majoring in the journalism field.

The class itself is laidback, meeting at Hunter's house every Tuesday afternoon from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. There are snacks, pets and comfortable couches, which helps set an almost Bohemian mood. The class begins with the playing a Bob Dylan CD.

"We are looking at 50 years of work and are examining it from a historical perspective, beginning with the protest period of the early '60s," Hunter said.

The class will continue sifting through his work, using a book by Christopher Ricks called "Dylan's Visions of Sin" as reference. Hunter took a class with Ricks in1980 while he was teaching at Trinity College of Oxford University in England. On Monday nights he taught a class for no cost and no credit over Bob Dylan.

"It was his notion, even then in 1980, that Dylan would be shown to be one of the greatest, maybe the greatest, American poets of the second half of the 20th century," Hunter said.

Då var det måndag igen. Idag hade jag seminarium i engelsk litteratur! Det gick bra, även fast jag tycker att vissa personer pratade alldeles för mycket strunt. Det är irriterande med människor som bara låter munnen gå.

Helgen var i alla fall jättekul! Jag, Dani, Danne och Jocke var på Kåren i fredags. Det var tydligen Toga-kväll, vilket vi missade. Fast om jag ska vara ärlig hade jag nog inte velat gå runt i ett lakan när det var -20 grader ute.. brrr… inte så genomtänkt kanske. Men det var förvånansvärt många som hade lagt ner möda på att bära toga, så cudos till dom.

I morgon är det campusmässa och vi har fixat biljetter till Jakobs föreläsning. Får se vad han hittar på.. han kommer förhoppningsvis snacka om det i vakna med the voice på onsdag :P

hm.. i morgon är det alltså 2 februari.. det var väl nått viktigt som händer den 2 februari.. jo.. NYA AVSNITT AV LOST!!! :D Men det går ju inte att ladda ner förrän på onsdag… men då jävlar blir det lost-kväll. Jag ska klä ut mej till en ö.