Pick your drug of choice...

Came to reflect over my caffeine habit today. Not that I'm addicted, coffee has always been the drug of choice for me as it simply tastes so good! Also, I've got more important things to worry about. But anyway. Funny how people can confuse temporary pleasure with happiness. No problem, I mean we all get our kicks from somewhere. Sex, drugs, money, religion, politics or pure and simple revenge and distaste for humanity. Take a pick. I must confess, I possess many of the weaknesses attributed to mankind. Greed, sloth, lust.... Just to mention a few. But never could I believe that these things could make me happy. Sure, they make me feel better temporarily, but even the most persistant of my weaknesses, greed, is not able to create a credible illusion of happiness. There are things stronger than my weaknesses, and that, and nothing less than that, is what I will always persue. Not for the sake of my wellbeing, not even for the redemption of my soul, but to take a stand, that there are things ultimately good and worth sacrifice...

Ahh... Cold turkey....

And so it goes

Whoha. Went to Martins birthday party yesterday. What party. Food, beer, great people, and plenty of embaressment. But hey, that's how it goes when consuming alcohol in a more or less moderate amount... Nevertheless. It was great fun. Didn't get home before 3 o'clock.
Today was more calm. Played bowling with Artur, Jimmy , André and his sisters. Went home with a fresh batch of "yo mumma" jokes. There's nothing more harmfull to one's vocabulary than meeting Artur...
Other than that the day was as normal as any day can be around here...

The burden

I can feel the tension building up. The need is working its way down my spine. Now not only my head wants it. My entire body is giving me hints that there is something missing... Still, my mind has control. I hope this is going to work...

The continuing of the continuing

Time seems to stand still when you see the snowflakes tumble down to cover the grass with a white blanket. Just to see the blanket disappear hours later. Well, all cold on the northern front, but not cold enough to sustain the snow... This country really just keeps on giving and giving. Oh nevermind. I'm sure that before I know it, we'll have snow up to here and on that day, when I stand frozen to the bone in my winterjacket and Stetson hat, I'll curse the day I wished for more snow.
Things just seem to move on around here, not necessarily with goal or purpose. Almost like an assembly line. We do our part, other to theirs but few get to see the big picture. I long for my hardearned and welldeserved vacation but that's not going to help me. I still have got a mountain of an exam to pass, before I can do anything else. Nevertheless, I long for longer days and warmer winds.

The world has moved on

Times are changin' my friends. Winter is the best time to see how the world slowly decays into blissful silence. How the world slowly decides to take a Time Out, almost atleast. Somewhere, everywhere, we go on with our lives, with only the faint memory of the warming summersun. How I hate the cold. I don't mind snow or rain or even good old fashioned gray days. But I do hate the cold. This is only the beginning. The world has said farewell to the summer and moved on into the cold. But it keeps moving and hopefully, summerdays will soon be upon us again.
Damn the cold...

Just a little pinprick

Well, not really. Three little pinpricks. After an exhilarating schoolday, went home kicked back and went on to the hospital and got inoculated for Hepetitis A-B, Polio and Japanese Enc. Now I've got only t wo more visits left before I'm prepared for the Great Asian-Central American Adventure. That's equivalent with about 6-9 injections of infectious matter into my healthy body... My oh my. Not to mention all the Malaria pills I'm going to haveto take. Fascinating what we do to prevent illness.

Weekend in Stockholm

Went to Stockholm this weekend to be interviewed by an MIT representative. Not sure how it went but it was rather interesting. All kinds of weird questions. It felt like an psyciatric evalution.

Twist of fate

Funny how quickly things change. One minute you're up, the next you're falling and there just seemes no end to it. Nothing to do but hit the bottom and get right back up again...

I consume, therefore I am

It's hard kicking habits. Specially expensive, timeconsuming, nasty habits...
Christmas is slowly approaching and as the first frost reached the city, I realised it was time to get into the Christmas spirit. It's time to leave the poor student life and blow all whats left of my money on useless consumer goods and products. How I missed it. The need, the desires, the urges of todays modern consumer society. Watching how ads promise me a carefree life of luxury and excess and my God I believe them. Every single one of them. I see how the pricetags slowly but surely lose their meaning and significance. If you would've asked me a month ago I would have said I would never waste my hardearned (let's not take that discussion right now) money on any of the useless shit out there today. And then it struck me. The obvious. How extremely useful everything can be! Of course I need a PDA! Because it needs me! Because society needs me to buy it! Because I need to feel the short term satisfaction of consumption. All the nonsense reasons I make up to justify an expense. It's crazy. I want to act against my better judgement (gone on christmas leave) and against the advise of my reason and sanity (packed their suitcases along with judgement).
This won't work... I won't go through with it. Not only because I can't afford it (ever heard of lay away?) but because I can't let a small addiction take control over my life. Regardless of how much I want it... I can't lose track of what christmas is really about. Family, friends, the joy of giving and the joy of careing . But that feeling doesn't kick in for another month! At least!
Need to stay away from Ebay and away from television. Just for a few more weeks....
Oh yeah... in other news. Got a haircut today. MIT interview coming up. I don't really know what to expect but I'm sure it's going to be a pleasant experience. Still nothing from a couple of schools in GB. But enough about that. Can't wait to go to Cambodia. Planetickets bought and ready. What a kickass experience it's going to be. Might go to Vietnam aswell and check out the remains of some VC camps... But before that, I've got a Maths exam to pass... Smeg.. shouldn't waste time writing a blog when I've got studying to do.
That's it folks...

Deepfried wonder

Someone said "Never break with the programme, unless you're going all the way". I guess I've stumbled upon something extraordanary (at least in Sweden, I took the idea from an British website). I deep fried something that isn't supossed to be deep fried. A Mar bar. What a total delight! Half melted hyper sweet chocolate covered in crispy dough, with enough fat to make it to the surgeons generals list over hazardous substances. Although exquisite and tasty the Mars bar was, this post is not about the brave Mars bar who sacrificed his well, solidness, for my tastebuds, but about the consequences which arise from deep frying a Mars bar. Of course one could discuss the healt impacts and so on but what would be the fun of that? The things that really interests me is this: What next?
What can be deep fried that the socialistic monarchy of Sweden doesn't acknowledge can be deepfried? Pizza? Hamburgers? Kebab? Club sandwhiches? Small furry animal? Small not furry animals?
The answers, will hopefully be presented here, as soon as I get a couple of literes of frying oil and I find someone who'll volounteer to assist me in this ground-breaking and socially important experiment. Who knows? Maybe the EU has a research grant for this. Well it does actually. The EU food research fund! Slap me silly and call me Bambi. Better start planning.

News update

Well, its me again.
I've been thinking about changing the picture I have here on blogger, as I haven't worn a beard and mustasche for almost 6 months. But considering the trouble I would go through to do that, I realised it would be easier for me to just let the mustasche and beard grow back. So I did. The pic is now as up to date as it was a year ago when I uploaded it.
In other news. I finally managed to hone my beloved straight razor (or cut-throat razor as some would call it). After weeks of trial and error and minor cuts, the razor is as sharp as it was when I bought it. Meaning not very sharp, but sharp enough to do the trick.
Ahh. Now I can replace my otherwise 5 minute Gillete Mach 3 shave with a full 30 minute straight razor shave (including preperations). I'm really going to love getting up in the morning 30 minutes earlier. But hey, a guy has to take care of himself and only by practice will I be able to learn the proper technique of shaving , stropping, honing.