Fabian the wise

I was just about to take a nap, but my main man convinced me to grab a beer instead. He’s got a point. There’s a lot of time to sleep – just not right now.

Dinner is served. I should try to convince Fabian to stay here, as my housekeeper. That’s something I need to have when I’m rich and famous. I’m not talking about upperclass slave-owner type housekeeper, more like my own Alfred – you know, Batmans man-servant. Freakin’ sweet.

I have to cut this one short, I’m afraid. Fashionably late only goes so far.

Catch you on the flip side.

Ambigous

Late night bloggage. Quite an ambigous homecoming. My teacher loves that word – ambigous. On one hand it’s nice to be home in reasonable time as I have a meeting tomorrow att 11.30 and then start work at 12.00. On the other hand I was really pumped tonight. I would have had no problem pulling an all-nighter. Guess that will have to wait until saturday. There’s a release party for a movie my friend appears in.

We is gon’ get it on.

If you want it, holla at me.

Siberian hair cut

I walk into the hair salon,. The place looks modern, hip – pretty ladies cutting pretty peoples’ hair. I ask if they have a spot open for me. They do. Little did I know that I would not be serviced by one of the charming little hairdresser girls. Out from the back room comes the largest woman in the world. A perfect image of the stereotypical butch Russian woman. She orders me to sit down in the chair where they wash your hair. Since I treasure my ability to walk properly, I did not voice my concerns. You know how good it feels when they wash your hair and massage your scalp? Forget that. This Ruski lady was all business. No touchy feely for me.

I’m not going to account for the whole process, but the word rough seems like a good enough summary. The result is not that bad actually. If I had my camera I could post the a picture of how it turned out, but unfortunately I have forgotten it somewhere.

I need to get a move on. Eat, get in to school for a Brand X meeting, buy beer, get home and start drinking said beer, get somewhere else and continue to drink beer and then Bauer for some some mo’ drankin’.

“Han var egentligen en mamma-fixerad tönt.”

“Om du har gjort allt det innan du är 60, då kan du nog kola ganska lugnt.”

Riktigt härlig lektion idag. Inte nog med att våran föreläsare sammanfattade Andy Warhols hela karriär på 1h40min, han gjorde det på ett helt suveränt sätt. Så.

Inga fler lektioner den här veckan. Har några gruppmöten och lite småjobb att göra. Annars är det en klippning som står högst upp på listan idag. Näst därefter kommer intag av alkoholhaltiga drycker. Just ja, ska inte glömma att sätta upp en “Ingen reklam, tack.” lapp på brevlådan. Det finns en överhängande risk för distbråck om jag måste fortsätta kånka på all skit från företag som desperat försöker övertyga mig om att just jag behöver en ny stavmixer.

Jag återkommer senare under dagen. Uppstår det ett behov av min genialitet ikväll, så finner ni mig på Bauer (Götgatan). Någonstans i dimman.

Who the fuck is Usain Bolt?

It’s been a strange day. A good day, but I’ve been pretty exhausted since I got home from school. Thought I’d take a power nap before I went to work. Woke up after 1 hour and had to run like the wind to catch the train. Usain Bolt got nothin’ on me.

Basically no more schoolwork this week – what a beautiful sentence. Handed in my copy writing today and I must say that I’m pretty happy with it. Not as creative as some of my classmates, but a good one nonetheless. I’m starting to feel more and more that I really want to work with writing. Whether it is copy writing and/or something else, I don’t know. I’m actually thinking about choosing Journalism as a second major besides Advertising. Don’t know if the two are a good combination. I guess that will be a good question to ask when we have our student counseling, before we choose our majors and what not.

I finally have my own Spotify account. Now I don’t have to use Rasmus’ account and get logged out whenever he wants to use it. I cannot guarantee that there will be any free accounts left, but here is a link where you might be able to get one. I know this term gets tossed around carelessly, but Spotify really is the greatest thing since bread came sliced.

http://www.expressen.se/noje/1.1350291/lyssna -pa-musik-gratis-med-hjalp-av-expressen

Currently playing:

CCS – The Band Played Boogie

Fouler and funnier

There is too much sex, violence and foul language in tv-series these days, they say. I beg to differ. They have now reached the precise level of optimal foulage.

Pickin’s o’ the week:

Californication:

Annoying, but hot, tv-cook: “Fuck me like I’m al Quaida!”

Hank: “I declare Jihad on your pussy.”

Dexter:

Misuka: “Science is a cold-hearted bitch with a fourteen inch strap-on.”

Productivity with breakage in return

A couple of hours and some thousand words later – satisfied, square eyed and above all, hungry. A moderately appealing text to promote the new Toyota Prius and an unimaginative essay about a Danish furniture designer – all in a day’s work. It feels good. All I need now is a haircut and the efficiency for this week will score an all time high.

It’s not all fine and dandy however. In reward for my productivity, what have I gotten? A broke-ass iPod. It has been living on the edge for quite some time and is now officially FUBAR. Yet another thing to add to my ever growing list of things I can’t live without but currently am.

I will now treat myself with a shower, a snack and the latest Dexter episode. Nothing soothes me like a psychotic redhead with a butcher knife.

Verner Panton and a cup of coffee

Get my room in order – check. Get my wardrobe sorted out – check. Do the laundry – check.

On to the next items on my to do list – copywriting for a Toyota Prius and a Descriptive essay about Verner Panton. I’ve got a cup of strong coffee, snus and a comfortable chair. Don’t stop me now.

Sidenote. Is Swedish coffee the best in the world? I’m not talking about fancy shmancy barrista coffee, just a cup of regular-ass coffee. From what I’ve experienced, it never tastes as good anywhere else. Mostly, it’s just not strong enough. Swedes – we likes our coffee strong.

Very uncreative post. I hope it means that there is a lot of creativity left over for my essays.

I am an oxymoron

ox⋅y⋅mo⋅ron

[ok-si-mawr-on]

a figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction

e.g. lazily productive – your’s truly

Work needed to be done. All in due time, I tell myself. The angel on my shoulder tells me that “due time” was last week and that I should be more productive. The devil on my other shoulder says to me – “Fuck it. You know that what you really want to do is watch that new Entourage episode. You’re too tired to get anything worthwhile done anyways.”

He plays me like a lute.

I lied

I promised you a blog post from my, supposedly very recently, fully furnished room. It is not so. The furniture is here, but I have been too tired to do anything but make my bed. Oh, how I have longed for my bed – my 2.4 square meters of unadulterated comfort and relaxation. Unfortunately it is about 1.59cm too wide to fit in the designated bed area in my room. I will have to use my level 17 tetris skills to full extent if I am to solve this domestic puzzle.

I am now reading The Kite Runner. Yes, I know I am way late, but I just haven’t gotten around to buy it. In the end I didn’t have to. I borrowed it from my mom instead. Expectations are high.

Pre-sleep playlist:

Bob Dylan – Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again

Cocorosie – Animals

Goldfrapp – Black Cherry