Ronja & Begonia take Uppsala
Yesterday I went make-up shopping (why do I even do that? It's so expensive)… And I figured I also check out the sales. Good thing I did, because I came back home with some good old 90’s clothes.
Last night Ronja came over to me in Uppsala. We watched Seven Pounds, cried, ate snacks and didn’t go to sleep until 2:30 am. When we woke up today we went to the city centre, caught some pokémons (there are so many pokémons here), ate lunch and came back to the flat and had some ice-cream.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
I spent my day chasing my nephew through IKEA today. At some point I think people thought I was abducting him. You know, because he’s white and all and I’m not. Haha!
Later on, I went to Kista Galleria with my sister and mom. Guess what? My sister bought “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child”, and she gave it to me to read it first!! Is she the best or what?! I thought this book would be sold out everywhere (which it pretty much is) – but Kista is quite an extraordinary place. When I saw the book in the window I was ready to break it to get a sample, but as I ran into the bookstore I noticed that they had kept a few books behind the desk. So I ran over and said “are these books ordered or are they for sale?”. When the lady behind the desk said “they’re for sale” I literally screamed “YEEEEEESSSSSSS!!” and the rest is history.
Bubbles n’ munch
Last night I camped out with my sister (even though I didn't feel that awesome since I've been ill). We just sat on my bed, ate snacks, talked life & drank some good old champagne. And we had nothing to celebrate… We were just hanging out like a pair of queens with no bras. Oh and btw, I've stopped using bras. Not because I want to make a statement (I kind of wish that was the reason), but because bras suck and hurt, and to be honest - I don't really need that in my life. Also, I don't really need a bra either. So it's a win-win. A win for me and... a win for me. To healthier life choices, cheers and amen!
This week I’ve been busy shooting the short film “Komma Ut” (Coming out) where I play the lead, Robin. It’s been an emotional rollercoaster and I’m really glad to be working with director Joar Lemhagen.
After wrapping up and I was walking back to the flat in Uppsala, this happened. I don't know what's more embarrassing; me trying to snap some stranger like a total creep or the fact that I took a snap of myself and then snapped the initial deed along with it?
This heat tho
Today was probably the hottest day of this Swedish summer; 29 degrees – say whaaaat! Anyway, I’ve been hanging out with my girl Lollo. She’s going to Meruca (US… c’mon guys) tomorrow, so we’ve been packing, googleing hipster districts around her route, napping, and caught some pokémons with Emma. And that’s about it!
Cat life in Uppsala
This week I’ve been staying in Uppsala. To be honest, I kind of miss it here. But I have too much work stuff in Stockholm to switch back to uni in Uppsala.
Anyways, while in Uppsala I’ve met with my director for a reading with the rest of the cast of a short film where I will play the lead. I also met up with my old neighbour Taban from my dorm days at Sturegården. We mainly walked around the city centre while catching up with each others lives.
Later on, I finally met up with my gal Ella. We ate some really bad pasta. Well… the pasta was fine. The sauce however was a disaster in my opinion, haha! But Ella liked it, and that’s really the only thing that matters. Ok, so maybe she didn’t like it, like it – but it was eatable.
Honestly, I’ve just been relaxing on the balcony, tested the life of a cat lady, hung out with some mates and reading scripts… and playing some Pokémon go!
Today I went to see a theatre in the park with Lollo and Alice. One of my friends played the supporting role, Dorimène – perhaps the 16th century’s greatest gold digger?
Cruising down the street in my 64
MAX with the babes
I spent my evening with my babes Lollo, Funky and Emma (The OB = Original Babe). We were supposed to go out for dinner, and we did, but not at a typical restaurant, but at the burger joint MAX, which Emma’s been missing like crazy FYI. Anyway, we ended up eating there for hours. And I actually found my new favourite dip sauce. I can’t remember the name, but it was green and tasted like garlic.
Lesson of the day: broaden your horizon, because there are a lot of dip sauces that one must explore before the eternal peace.
Celezte - have you seen me?
Yesterday could have been a nightmare… but it wasn’t. It all started when I forgot to bring my ID to Stockholm. I mean, the whole point of Louie & I even going to the city (by bus… the tubes are cancelled all summer) was to go out, hence the ID. And I forgot it. And it didn’t even hit me until my baby face came across a bartender at a bar and he said “Can I see your ID?” and I totally froze like I was some 12-year-old sneaking in to a bar. It was humiliating! Everyone in that bar thought that I was underage.
So we left the bar and walked all the way from Sveavägen to Hornstull. Do you know how far that is? It’s not that far really, I’m just adding some drama to the story, haha! Anyway, I told Louise to calm down and that everything would be fine. Because I was trying to stay positive. Not because I really believed it. We tried another bar in Slussen, and I had to sit down by a table outside, while she bought the pints. She literally smuggled a pint to me. It’s not illegal since I’m 23, but it still felt like we were breaking some rules.
Later on, we went to meet up with a few girls in Hornstull to pre-game before going to club Celezte. The guards were being merciless in the queue, telling people to F off. I thought I was doomed and that I wouldn’t get in. One of the girls actually proposed that I could borrow her passport… forget the fact that that’s a felony. The girl’s white and blond! We’re like day & night. In what world did she think that would ever work? As we moved closer and closer to the entry my heart began beating faster and faster. And so it happened. One of the girls gave the guard her ID, the guard gave it back to me without looking at me and then said “Welcome in”. And we all came in and lived happily ever after.
So the moral of the story is: everything will be alright!
Joke! The moral of the story is: spare yourself the heart attack and bring your damn ID when going out.
The support group wins at Focus Filmfestival
When you’ve got an exam coming up and your friends don’t:
Weekend in Malmö
World premiere for The Support Group
I never expected to win anything, I just wanted people to see the film and to provoke a discussion in a time where no one wants to see the reality of so many peoples misery. The truth is, we're living in dark times, where the greatest humanitarian crisis since world war II is a fact - let's show solidarity and humanity! Refugees Welcome! <3