Oh yeah…

I almost forgot. Me and L.J. happened to walk by a place called the Never End Gallery. It had a sign outside – Designer sale 30-70% off. I couldn’t help myself and bought a pair of jeans from Trimäpee plus a singlet and a long-sleeve from ES TRELLA. All on 70%. Huzzah!

Right now as I’m typing someone in the near vicinity of my window starts throwing up. Quite loudly. It is truly disgusting, but I think he just stopped. Oh, no, there’s more coming. Eew. What an idiot. He should know better – shut your door when you throw up. Or cover your mouth or do something man!

Back to the topic. The clothes.

And no, this is not a fashion blog.

/J

Logan

Just got back from watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine. It rocked. Could have been bloodier, but still a good comic-movie. I love comics and comic-movies by the way, so I would say that it rocked even if it didn’t. Now you don’t know what to believe, do you?

What a beast. Makes me proud to be living in Australia.

/J

We goin’ to steak night…

J.D. and Turk said sang it best. (edited)

“Hot dang, just like a choire!”

/J

Gourmetblog

Late lunch.

/J

The Coolwhip Post

I am writing an article for the Swedish teen-girl magazine Julia. It’s about a typical Australian surfer girl.

I am also writing a feature article on the trend within marketing/advertising to shift from traditional media to alternative media.

Two quite different articles. The first one gets me paid. The second one will hopefully help me get paid in the future by being part of my degree.

Strictly staying on the grind.

/J

Blaowg paowst

Me and my dear friend Mattias have had another one of our epic online conversations. As usual, our conversation will result in a ridiculous, unnecessary, slightly incomprehensible and totally awesome blog post. Enjoy.

It started out as a conversation about our future plans and as always it was mixed with frequent references to the latest Family Guy episode. That’s how we roll.

We then, somehow, slid into the topic of Rick Ross’ latest album and consequently the obvious issues of his incredible obesity and fascinatingly thick beard.

“That’s how I’m gonna be when I grow up. Bearded, wannabe-ex-cocaine-dealer in Miami with tattooed bitch-tits.

And fat.”

Now, here I must introduce you to a concept that you might never have encountered – Baowsian. It’s a language. Yep. It was born through the pronunciation of different words by (mainly southern) rappers. Rick Ross pronounces his last name “Raows“. T-Pain pronounces his official title, Boss, as “Baows”. It is hilarious and yet another improvement of language that Hip Hop as brought about. Braowght abaowt.

Exerpts from our conversation:

- En sur och en baowsisk lösning.

- Albatraows.

- I’m going to start playing Lacraows.

- Jag ska bli ett lacraows-praofws.

- Becaows we is the shit.

The funniest ones are probably the ones where Baowsian and English is mixed in with Swedish, but you english speakers will have to make do with the original Baowsian language.

Thug life.

/J

Necessity

In-class blog post. Yeah. Just thought I’d share that.

/J

Yargh

I need to write a feature article regarding a social trend of some sorts. It must include three interviews and two of those with people who can be considered experts on the subject.

Totally blocked. No ideas.

I am screwed.

/J

Medication

I’m feeling better, although my hip still has me walking around like an old man on his way to the park for some chess and a cigar. I don’t know if you got that analogy, but it makes sense to me. Okay?

Staying in the crib tonight. These kids are going out partying, but I’ll hang back and nurture my wounds with something better than any aspirin, panadol or voltaren – gin and tonic.

/J

The price of glory

I’m sore. My left hip looks like it has half a billiard ball attached to it. I walk like an old man, grumping and grimacing with every move. None of it matters. Around my neck hangs a gold medal.

That’s what matters.

/J