blonde genotype, white phenotype.. in a punnet square

well sophie austria looks very nice indeed! atm im writing here instead of packing, they sort of seem equally important. i got told off today by one of my teachers for leaving canterbury a whole week.. i gotta do something about that, like either studying a lot in Linz to quell my bad conscience or drink a lot so i forget about the whole thing.
apart from that ill show u my diy bleaching skills, its perhaps not so bad after all. white blonde is funnier than ..uhm.. being french.. as the old saying goes.

maybe i should have stayed with the before-version?

neh, look how happy i am with new blonder hair! but please dont ask why the computer is in the background of both pictures.. i can assure u its just a coincidence.

ok, packing here i go! sophie a chav is on the way, he's squeaking in the suitcase right now, asking for some fags i think. see you tomorrow!! :D

and anyone who has myspace should add me on www.myspace.com/majjja simply because i managed to put such a fancy starry background.. im such a computer geek.

bisous und eine grosselederhosen!

tequilla, walks and majas arrival..

.. that includes the last days and what to come. it started on tuesday. malin and i went to winkler markt where we bought a bottle of sierra tequilla and some lemons.. and nooooo malin, it's not embarrassing to buy tequilla a tuesday.. it's quite common in some countries.. it may have something to do with the bananas (however, i dont have the intention of starting another bananadiscussion !!). anyway, we celebrated the event (buying tequilla a tuesday) by drinking it=) jared and jens joined us and eventually also bernie.. i was the adult tho.. didnt drink as much as some people.. no names mentioned:p around 10pm we went to the mensa, see pic above, where we met up with the rest.. very nice evening indeed, most of my friends were there.. some were missing tho:-( however, i went home rather early for some reason.. but lets talk about the next day..

.. when jens and i went out for a walk in the lovely weather. of course we would had prefered drinking wine in a park but.. we do have some limits.. or i mean, i have at least:p otherwise, not much to say.. didnt do lot that day.. yeah, went to mcdo during the night with sandra and malin.. but that was just because we wanted to see what kind of weird people are going to mcdo in the middle of the night.. of course we were just there as observers.. i was somewhat scared tho;)

.. and yesterday.. we went out for a walk again but this time malin and sandra joined me in their fancy IMF-sweaters. nice walk, not much to tell.. we saw a worm dressed in a brown fur.. that was the excitement of the day. sinon, i just studied.. need to do a lot before saturday since mazzza is coming then=) so excited:p maja, you asked me what i wanted from glorious england.. here is the list: a chav from maidstone, tesco values gingercookies and the archbishop.. im quite modest..

/phia

pure happiness..

.. my camera works again so now i can continue with my hobby which is to harass people by putting up pics of them;-). it's coming, it's coming.. gonna start today by taking photos of malin while im dying her hair and if im lucky a kind girl named sandra is going to cut my hair.

last nite we just stayed at home since we didnt feel for going out and i was kind of sick, but we had an awesome time together with way to much crisps, swedish dip and a movie.. what else does 3 girls need a saturdaynight? ehh... hmm..

so, pics to come.. so excited:p

var är mb?
/soph

jordan, orup and religious ideas

okkkkkkkkkk! sophie is forcing me to write by sending angry smileys on msn so i'm writing even though absolutely nothing of interest or importance is going on here..
the last two nights i've managed to get two of my housemates out of the house - yesterday i went to a houseparty where you were supposed to come as a country, and people have absolutely no sense of imagination cos i could count to 6 france, 1 tchetchnya (fuck i cant be bothered to look that up), one person with a bride-veil (you know.. that country) and one guy with footballs under his sweater saying he was jordan. with such a brilliant sense of humour i'm sure he'll go far in life.
it was a nice party tho, met some people i haven't seen in a long time plus my housemate soonish disappeared with a guy and i'm very proud of being able to pimp my housemates, tho i sort of wish i could pimp myself as well.
i've got so much work to do this week, but i am a firm believer in the power of last-minute-stress, so i'm sure it'll all be good - i've got to do 2 weeks work in one since im going to austria next week, which will be fun im sure! looking forward to some yodling in lederhosen, i've been practising hard.

tonight i might meet up with abdullah and nazir and practise some french which should be nice enough.. tho i firmly dont agree with the fact that they don't drink because of religious ideas, not drinking is against my religious ideas. but i did manage to get a muslim guy who never tasted alcohol in his life completely wasted when i was in tunisia, something to be proud of? actually he did the job himself.. but maybe i'm bad influence.

today everyone should listen to moneybrother or anna ternheim's last album. yep.
and btw orup has a new album! and who would ever buy it.. who?!!!
puss a snusk/maja

which way to happy?

ahh.. today it's a day filled with dread, it might have something to do with all the booze from yesterday or due to the fact that i live in a house where inbreeding rules. but but, i guess things are exactly as they should be. it's sunday and people do have hangovers and we are erasmus and people do like to sleep around.. ahh, i think a need coffee.

anyway, some news from this weekend. thursday we all went to the mensa.. sandra, jens, bernie, jared, irina, eeva etc.. dont remember it to well though for various reasons;-) but i did dance with pedro (papacito!;p), ryan (ehh.. i want those photos that you took) and probably somebody else. i had a great evening though, the hitch was just that jens had my key since i didnt have any pockets and i dont like silly bags. but he went home pretty early, so there i was.. without my key and therefore no bed:-/ but it all turned out well since i slept at a friends place and ate salamipizza in the middle of the night.. i just hope that salamis are releted to cucumbers or something else very vegetarian.. then on friday it was annas birthday so we went to wistheim to celebrate her and drink some ehh.. fancy.. jelzin vodka.. went home rather early though, tired from the night before since the cleaning lady woke me up too early in the morning. the pics above are from this party btw, got them from sandra since my camera is on a recreational trip to sweden.

now im going to finish this cus ive to go back to my books.. but yeah, yesterday we were at a1.. sandra and damian.. please send me the pics you took.. but just the good-looking ones cus otherwise ill be depressed for some days ahead;p

puss och kram till alla!
/sophie feat. 4 cups of hofer-coffee

when is the next reverse party?

.. since my camera is fairly dead there wont any new photos here for a while. malin is going to bring it back to sweden on friday though, so hopefully ill get a new one.. but it may take some time:-(

so, in the meanwhile i'll put up some pics from my glorious time as a leisure organiser at "angoeuropean study tours" language school in canterbury. most of the pics are from robyn (miss u my gal!!!) and i think they all speaks for themselves. anyway, thanx guys for an awesome time and hope to see you all again.. miss u!

love
/hans n sophie

homozygous recessive for "loving england"

ok ok, im writing! when you start comparing me to klingons... goddam... i am currently skipping an oral class in spanish cos i didnt know where it was. i think thats a very good reason for skipping classes, its not like its my fault that the room went and hid... now is it. hmppff. (and this has nothing to do with the fact that i wouldn't miss the grammar class later on today by any chance since the teacher happens to be very cute in a sort of little dog-way. el perro bonito?)

canterbury otherwise is getting more grey and rainy by the minute. to quote bob dylan; its not dark yet, but it's getting there... soon ill be engulfed by english climate and culture once and for all and there will be no way back. it must be some kind of disease that attaches itself to english people, otherwise why the hell don't they leave?! although, it may be genetic. you never know.

otherwise; to avoid getting the "england syndrom" which just consists of general depression im trying to think of fun things to do, like playing guitar with tom, looking at nude people in art classes, possible joining the drama soc, and oh shit guess i should get a job too. andy, if you read this, i want to kill bears so get me a goddam job! ohh sorry i meant i want to hug bears and love them and not hide little knives inside them when i give them to unsuspecting children.

ok i have a class in language and anthropology coming up so better hurry now. steve is probably in canterbury today so i hope i'll see him - im waiting for us to get hammered/sloshed/pissed/wasted together, its a nice kemsing tradition that shouldnt be forsaken. and then we can discuss english foreign policys, colonialism and why i always end up getting together with dodgy guys from dodgy countries. plus im sorry about the vikings.

/maja, encore vivant.

never ever ever trust a klingon..

.. nu tycker jag att det är på tiden att någon annan än jag bloggar! man kan ju inte diskutera bananer resten av sitt liv även om en banan kan symbolisera och stå för mkt.

jag vill ha bono.. ta med honom från england i ett litet paket.. håret kan hänga utanför..

/annasophia

ps:bilden på denna sida har ingen med texten att göra.. men jag tror att bilden deklarerar 2 sjukdomar.. de verkar vanliga i slovakien..

so.. the more bananas you eat, the sluttier you get..

.. in that case it's really bad.. for both cris and i since she starts her day by having coffee and bananas for breakfast (hmm.. those south-americans..) and i personally eat at the very least 2/day. however, i agree with you maja, this is something that you've to be an old italian gangster to understand.. i mean, this connection beween these two matters.. but it's interesting though.

so, the plan of the night is to go to the mensa (blodigt värre) .. hope it won't be too crowded.. and what can i wear? and malin and sandra.. please come with me! and jens.. skål i bellmans glada vänners lag! shall we bring a bottle to class? hmmm.. hmmm..

going to read "hundarna i riga" now,

bisous a tout le monde
/annso

1,2,3 strokes of bad luck and how to cure it

so, i havent written in some time because i've been waiting for something fun to write, but since thats not gonna happen i think im gonna list depressing things instead.
so; the week started with general boredom, cloudy skies and rain
(this is england after all, my dears),
continued with being absolutely broke and considering selling a kidney or two,
follows with getting ditched by a guy ive been fancying,
and ends with my dog being put down because my mom's been getting more and more allergic. oh and right, im ill too.
so, all these are perfectly normal things but when they all happen at once u cant do much else but believe in murphys laws. im considering staying inside for a month or so and thereby fool the, uhm, evil powers of bad luck (which are anyways controlled by jonas). till then im gonna enjoy some sweet swedish comics such as the one above. bisous t'y'all.

team nordicutah in bratislava p. 1

so.. here we are.. team nordicutah out on our first mission.. exploring the east.. whatever that means..

bratislava railwaystation.. friday around 10pm.. why does people here look so criminal?

first evening at the hostel.. warming up with slovakian beer.. some crazy people also drank the green monster..uhhh.. bad memories..

first stop.. jens and sandra together with a handsome scottish fella from our hostel.. he studies in vienna btw:p

cocktails for around 3-4 euros.. i love this country.. but who s drinking coke? .. boring..

team nordicutah in bratislava p. 2

i think he works on the street.. but he was definitely the cutest slovakian guy ive ever seen.. since i normally hang out with so many slovakians;-)

the old city.. and some old people.. no further comments..

a lovely malin in the sunshine..

some cool celebrities like dara use to have partys here.. unfortunately vegard was not invited.. but im sure the 2 of them are going to end up in a near future.. lets go and see her live..

dinner saturday evening in the old city.. we were not drunk yet..

... but it came a couple (probably one) of hours later..

.. so we ended up at "cirkus barok".. ehh.. probably bratislavas most notorious place.. but we were dancing to dr alban and other great hits together with the rest of the partypeople who looked like pimps in black suits and russian.. ehh.. girls..

... the yellow stripes are just awesome.. make the photo more alive (from the left: vegard, moi, dave (from australia) and jens)

solong!

countdown easteurope..

.. 7 scandinavians and 1 american (almost a swede) are going to share a room at a hostel in bratislava for the weekend.. to be continued..

and to all you going to oktoberfest in munich.. get wasted on good beer.. and dont forget that the uni starts next week!

/the russians at raab

fight of the hairdo's... and donts

the guy on top is the only guy who can carry off wearing a mullet. end of story. whoever thought russians could be sexy? though sophie, im terribly afraid to say, your ex boyfriend doesnt make it very far in that smashing haircut of his.

and gunther, thats just national shame... although... not as bad as the ever so racist "doctor bombay". calicalicuttacuttacutta...

/the graaf sisters and the rest of swedens export

it's all about the attitude..

.. and some sexy facial expressions.. after that you shouldn't worry however you'll succeed or not. but... of course a german accent or/and a nice old mullet may help.. and clapp, u r wearing too much clothes! next time i'll get back to sweden i'll buy you a sleezy sweater, like the one above, very swedish.. very scary.. very gunther..

otherwise i think u done a great job, the lips are perfect and the attitude.. awesome.. you get 9 of 10.. keep it like that..

now im going to study some german grammar.. and plan majas trip to linz.. yes gal.. u r coming.. i'll pay for u if u'll bring with u all my aest t-shirts.. even the hot yellow one.

/the gunther groupies

last nite..

.. we were downtown drinking beer (bernie, jared, can, jens and i).. really nice.. and we were talking about u mazza! nej, han är ingen uggla.. bara nästan:p

btw, im still waiting for sweden vs england p. 3, i do have some expectations so you better do a good job.. you can always show some tesco value food..

the question of the week is: are we going to the oktoberfest in munich or not? or should we have our own in salzburg? hmmmpff..

gonna get high on coffee now, ihhhhhha.. and cris is probably coming pretty soon.. puss!

a bientot!
/ian curtis

i saw him 2nite.. åhhh willoughby...

.. just got home from A1.. Linz equivalence to cocktail/l'opera.. but a good place to be tho if u dont want to get too drunk since a drink hardly contain any alcohol. but to get to the point. maja and cris, i saw him!! the man of our dreams.. who walks around on the streets of linz (hopefully not 2gether with the ratman).

but... but.. i do have to make u 2 disappointed, he's at the very best 18 years old .. like the kiddos at alberrys/the works/the venue/everywhere in sweet canterbury. ok, he told me that he's much older but.. i do have some experience about that:p

going to sleep now, excursion tomorrow to another random place in this country.. hope "the westie" wont come with us.

bonne nuit mes amis.. und viel spass morgen!

/the squirrel feat. the summer of 69 aka sophie

ps: hope you guys will come here anyway.. je suis desolee ms il y a d'autres mecs..

24 years old..

.. now im as old as maja.. hoho, just kidding, maja is slightly less than 17 and she'll always stay that age. but i do think 24 is a good age, cus i like even numbers.. it s kind of important for me. so tonight we are having a teuf at the 5th floor, i gonna wear my new h&m dress.. it s gonna be good.. hmm.. hmm.. no comments..

anyway, sunday we went downtown (jens, sandra, jared and i) and we also meet up with eeva and irina over some mini-coffees.. a very nice afternoon.. even if we (or jared) got in troubles with the famous/notorious rat-man who walks around on the streets of linz.. if u dont pay attention he might put his rat on your shoulder..

monday, yesterday. went downtown with the girls.. and of course i ended up at h&m where i bought my new black/golden dress. i love h&m.. im such a proud patriot! anyway, the funny story of the day was my lunch. we went to (according to me) a really nice restaurant and i got filles crepes (since im a sort of vegetarian) and... listen now... the dish was topped with fryed bacons!! a vegetarian dish!! i did try to talk to the waitress but she never got my problem.. she just said that i could put it away if i didnt want it.. ahhhhhhh.. this is madness.. anyway, ill never go there again and you shouldnt neither. you might end up with boiled bananas on your beef or something similar.. austrian style.

have to go back to my homeworks now, classes in 1h.. urkburk. kisses to u all..
maja, komsi komsi.. come in the middle of october.. ive pasta, coffee and wine..

/the birthdaygirl

it's all about bananas

ah sexy germans... but why is cedric in the middle pic?!! the guy at the very right... is he spying on you?
ill write quickly cos i have to run to tesco before they close and im out of anything edible; nice is a very nice place (that never gets boring to say) and both me and cris the illegal 3rd worlder would like to stay, tho partnership might save her from returning to model land brazil where noone eats bananas in public, but its not gonna save me from canterbury... unless i have a transfer to sao paolo university. of course to be accepted id have to have leg surgery to meet the brazilian standards of being at least as tall as 1.80...
so while cris was working i generally spent my days at the place above, hotel negresco where cris lives, on any cobbly beach or strolling around pretending to be rich... at least if you are entering la fayette, or they r gonna kick you out. evenings we went to nice bars with abba-relics and lecherous old men, and we did by all means meet ricky martin at a gay bar, together with his friend bignose, they were however probably not a gay couple.
one evening we went to dinner with cristianes neighbour giorgo who is an italian gentleman at 65+ who told us about the truths of life, such as white hair being sexy on men and not on women (no need to mention giorgio was as white as a poodle) and that women are like bananas; "plus sonos matures, plus sonos putanas" (excuse my italian! what do you expect?!)
now that women would get sluttier as they get older im not gonna say anything about, but lay off the poor bananas! when was the last time you saw a slutty banana? and more interestingly, why do they get sluttier as they get old? maybe theres some really perverted explanation to this one that i dont want to know.
then dear giorgo took us to eat boob-enhancing icecream. what a gentlemen, ey! tho that might be something for the marketing department...
so, tell interesting stories from arnold land! i really wont have a lot to write from now on... apart from maybe some adventurous trip to tesco... or even to asda on a crazy day.
PUSS PUSS
/halliday who gets sexier and sexier avec l'age

there were a party on the fifth floor last night..

.. and of course we were all there and we were drinking and drinking.. and some other things. we started the evening by going to "hofer".. my new favourite low-price shop after netto. i bought 3 bottles of wine and i thought that would be enough for the whole week.. but no no no.. even though i started the night by drinking wine from jens.. the 3 winebottles ended up empty in the end. but ive to say that im a really generous person (at least when the wine costed 1.50euros each) so i didnt drink it by my own...

so, i cant complain over my first days here.. and i do study.. sometimes.. i mean, i spoke some german before.. et en plus, the real studies starts in 3 weeks.. hmm..

btw, maja.. hows nice? we wanna know! dis-moi ma petite..

so, have to leave now.. a bunch of people are going to the lake tonight.. to watch the stars and drink beers.. and make out with each other!?

prost!
/annso

ich wohne in einem knast..

.. und hier ist mein zimmer.. (my room.. before the ikea trip)

so, arrived in linz, austria yesterday. going to ikea now so i dont have time to write, but were going out tonight (and the american lads are having a party..:p) so ill put up some pics tomorrow.. or the day after;)

gros bisous
/sophie

clash of the titans

ok, sorry bout the depressed post, but it just hit me kinda hard with the whole egghead-thing. i mean, this show gave me meaning and direction in life. now the westie is dead together with michael landon.. but the show must go on.. so.. good to hear about the fickkalender, i knew the germans were meticulous and liked planning, but that they put down sex in their calender was news... well you never know, it might come in handy! now that u r going to meet gregor, amadeus, arnold, and hitlers sexy grandchildren (oops... will the site get shut down because of that? remains to see!)
the question of the day is otherwise who is sexier; A or B. me and sophie sorta disagree on this one. send your votes online, it only costs 5 pounds, and if you're the lucky chosen one you could win a date with john parker at the cathedral at night.
/nietschze

oh no, oh no

the only thing i can really say is... they dont show eggheads any more. the world is ending.

jajaja.. das ist immer gut

1 week left. im going to explore a new country, im going to ski during the whole winder season, im going meet people that are more or less at my age, im going meet guys that are born earlier than -85, i dont have to go to venue every single weekend and i dont have to walk around with fear for the simple simons people.. or should i say, the evil santa or john parker! (but john just fancy young foreigner guys.. so you are safe). So.. varför (why) am i so jealous at you maja!? does it have something to do with the mouse in our house? (yes, pavla.. its still there) or that you, not me, are going to be able to watch eggheads every single afternoon? (i still think that the old white-haired lady looks like a white westie (the netto dog).

Ok, that was all for the moment.. have to start packing now.. by the way, got an email from my austrian mentor.. the mentors are austrian students who are helping the erasmus students in the beginning. anyway, the point is what he wrote in the end of the email:

”ann-sophie, dont forget to bring your “fickkalander”

.. i think he is a nice fella, but you have to know that ”ficka” means pocket in swedish but in german it means something else.. but maybe ill need one;-)

/sophie and her fuck-calander..