Yesterday was my big sister’s 27^th birthday. She feels that she’s becoming an old lady and frankly I don’t understand her damn problem. I mean 27 isn’t that old. However if you switch the two numbers you’ll get 72. Now that’s old!

Akasya, my dear sweet sister, I hope that on your 72^nd birthday, you and I will be standing on the peak of Machu Picchu, gazing over the forgotten kingdom while toasting to being really old, healthy and cool as hell. Until then, cheers for being such a great sister! I love you.

One of the birthday cakes!

 

The Oreo ice-cream cake! My brother was coming over and I knew he had been craving for my famous ice-cream cake for a long time so this was more for him really, haha!

 

A little champagne!

 

 

I wasn’t able to make it to the real may (main) party, Valborg, this year. I didn’t feel very good, and don’t even think it was because I partied the night before (I was in the hospital, remember? So that’s why I had to rest yesterday). Anyway, the forces weren’t with me or my friends yesterday – since the telephone system was down because of all the traffic (no one could get in contact with anyone, Uppsala was practically back in the 17^th century, haha) and the weather was bad as well (freakin’ tornado warning… almost… not really, but still. It was awfully windy. HAHA, OK, I’m trying to make up excuses so I don’t feel that I’ve missed something)

ANYWAY! Kvalborg was awesome! I got to hang out with my babes and rock out at club Katushka and dance the night away to Balkan music. 

But as soon as we got back to Natha's flat we were back on track again! Tip: Never drink on an empty stomach (if your purpose isn't to lie in a bush and throw up all over the place or worse... DIE!! Haha, okay not die perhaps, but still)

 

We toasted for Kvalborg, for Valborg, and for a hell of a night!

 

We played some games and talked girl stuff before heading to Kalmar's... and yes, my predictions came true! I can't tell you all of them, because they involve some of my readers (mohaha) outcome of the night. But I can tell you one of my most important predictions (that better count for something, right?) - We had an awesome night!

 

I don’t know how to express myself at the moment. Words can’t describe what I’m feeling. “I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it!” That song keeps playing in my head (actually it’s just that part that keeps going on repeat). IT’S KVALBORG!!! And I’m going to celebrate the living hell out of it at Club Katushka with my party beasts (not animals, BEASTS) tonight!

For all of my international angels (aliens and non-students included, cause… you’re kind of not in the same world as me, haha), Kvalborg is almost like a pre-party or pep-rally to warm up for the real thing, Valborg (which is celebrated the last day of April). At Kvalborg you just chill out during the day, have some BBQ, play some games at a park or something. But as soon as night falls, students turn into beasts and party All. Night. Long. at one of the nations. I’ll be hitting the dance floor at Kalmar’s, dancing to Eastern European vibes all night long, baby! 

"Ninja Geisha Kamikaze, bitches!"

So you’re at this party and somebody drops a can or a plastic cup. Nobody really cares, it’s okay, it was an accident and accidents happen. You just clean up the spill, you know, and the party continues. But if you drop a glass bottle, you pretty much f:d up the whole party. Because now you’ve got glass all over the floor. There’s people walking on the floor, slipping in the alcohol, falling on the glass and suddenly they’re all covered in blood, they’re saying “Hi” to people, hugging them, and now everybody gets covered in blood. The party turns into a freakin’ bloodbath! You don’t really understand if people are screaming because they’re having fun or if it’s because they just entered a horror film?

You just brought a whole new element of danger to this party. As if it’s not enough danger with alcohol and people getting all crazy? Now, girls will be crying “Oh, no it’s in my hair, it’s in my eyes”, guys will be yelling “Who stabbed me? I’ll kill him!”. I’ll tell you what’s going to happen with you fellows drinking from glass bottles. People will get hurt and there will be lawsuits later. 

See this guy? He knows what he's doing! Plastic cups all the way. Ain't nobody getting hurt tonight!

 

Look, this is what happens when you bring a dangerous element to a party. The worst part is that now there are photo evidence. Remember, anything you say (or have pictures of) can and will be used against you in the court of law.

 

What about this guy, ey? This is a bit tricky. On one hand, he's drinking from a trophy, but on the other hand... he's holding a freaking glass bottle. LAWSUIT!

Last night us political science students celebrated that we’ve only got half of the semester left… well, almost anyway! So we had a big bash at GH nation and the theme of the party was international holidays. I was in team Valentine’s Day and boy were people creative. One of my favourites in my team was Pontus, who was the queen of hearts. Even though he looked like a tranny clown (what ever that is?) he still looked absolutely amazing in his orange little wig, haha!

While at GH, the dinner… got a little out of control (wow, no surprise there!). My team’s table was covered in sweets, so we were basically throwing candy in each others drinks through out the whole dinner (I didn’t even look and I still scored, woopwoop! You may call me a natural).

Anyway, it was a great night. However the DJ duo sucked!!! (I’m putting three exclamation marks so you really get how bad it was. It wasn’t just bad… it was awful!) I’m prepared to say that it was the worst couple of DJ:s I’ve ever heard, cross my heart on that! I don’t understand why we didn’t tie them up and put on a killer list on Spotify! Why do we even bother to have DJ:s at our parties? All they do is messing up the songs, haha!

Seriously, I don’t even know how many times I reached for my imaginary gun and just fired at them. They were playing the songs you wish you could erase from musical history, aka the lamest music ever made. The dance floor was only moving because there were no seats and the bar was too busy. But I had a great night, guys! 

Our famous fotballer Zlatan came to say hello. What can I say? Only VIP's hang out with us Uppsala folks.

 

Haha, don't you just love the sign on the door in the background? "You've got to go when you've got to go"

 

Me and Jossan at the ladies AGAIN, haha!

 

Queen of hearts and Zlatan

 

The National Day and Valentine's Day - one big happy political family! You know you want to be a part of it!

 

Haha Ella and Emil steams up the party. I guess you all can imagine what Emil is supposed to be? "A slutty Easter bunny", hahaha!

 

I don't know why us girls have so much fun at the ladies. Maybe it's because it's the only place where you can actually hear what people are saying and compliment each other's outfits, but most importantly - take photos and insta-insta-instagram!

There’s a couple of thing’s us freshmen really should better friggin’ recognize. I don’t know if you’ve received the word through the grapevine that college students tend to drink a lot more than us, but they do. So, one tip is to not try to keep up with these guys at parties. Because do you know what that’s going to end up with? It’s going to end up with you getting carried out of the party, or you throwing up, or you crying, or you getting carried out of the party while you’re throwing up and crying… or you’re going to turn into a huge creep, and nobody likes a creep.

I have a couple of words of advice for all of you creepers out there who take two or three shots and suddenly think that you turn into Ryan Gosling in Crazy stupid love and think that you can hook up with any lady at the party. If you’re tempting to hook up with a kiss and the girl suddenly gets the look on her face like a four-year-old who you’re trying to force feed medicine to, that’s it! It’s officially over! She doesn’t want to hook up with you. All bets are off. Stop trying! This isn’t some game that she’s playing with you, where she’s like ”oh, no! okay! Oh, no! Okay!” She just doesn’t want to make out with you.

Oh, and girls – don’t think that this is just about guys. You are some of the biggest creepers of all time. Some times, maybe a guy just doesn’t want to hook up with you. Imagine that! Recent studies have shown that while intoxicated about 65 percent of girls are under the impression that they are much hotter than they actually are.

What's up? Not much, just chillin'n'creepin'...

I survived 2012, I’m not dead (yet) even though I haven’t written anything today. However, I’m exhausted from last nights (and this mornings) party. So, to everyone who lived through the night – I salute you!

I had a little Oxford reunion in Uppsala the other day. Malin decided to come and visit me and Laura, so we explored Uppsala a little bit, ordered take out (sushi) to Lauras dorm, and headed out to live up the remaining part of 2012. I had such a great time and boy did we fool a couple of guys at V-dala nation big time. I love the fact that people don’t understand when you’re joking and they believe every single word you’re saying. And you all know that I’m not the type of person who jokes about things that actually could be true. My stories become more exaggerated than the MacGyver show.

I didn’t wish for anything this year, but my family decided to surprise me with jewellery from Swarovski. It felt like I was being bathed in Swarovski crystals, haha! I even got headphones decorated with Swarovski crystals! Can you believe that? Thank you, my lovelies!

You know how some families make room for one extra soul for dinner during the Christmas holidays (a beautiful tradition if you ask me)? Well, my family and I got some company yesterday. I’ve never had that happen to me, but there’s always a first for everything right?

 

 

We don't really eat the typical Swedish Christmas dish. We just pick different sorts of food inspired from all over the world (mostly the Mediterranean and the Middle East)

 

Refreshments

 

Say cheese!

 

Holy apple pie with crunchy toffee!

 

Just for fun!

 

My precious'!!! (Gollum)

 

And there was lots of more, but this isn't a cook book, this is my blog! Haha!

Here are a few pictures, which were taken on the night of the Winter gasque.

The making of the towel hats!

 

working them hats!

 

Polkapella

 

hahaha I absolutely love this picture. From Mr Nice guy to Mr pedo!

 

My cheeks were hurting after all of the laughing.

 

I don't know why, but these guys remind me of a few people I would like to say that I know quite well. From the left we have Nick from Hick, in the middle we have Callejed, and last but not least we have Seth Rogen.

 

 

I was on a social gathering the other night, I had just bought a drink and somebody comes to me and says “Begonia, may I please have a sip of that alcohol that you have in your hand?” Well, yes! I want you to have some of this, please help yourself! Then this guy takes the glass and gulps down the whole thing. Haha, wow bad ass! Cheers to you too! I didn’t realize that you were the kumbaya of chugging vodka, but I kind of like to have that back. Or at least give me a sip or something? Buy your own friggin' drink next time!

Last night was incredibly fun! UPS had arranged a winter gasque, so all of the political science students suited up, had a 3-course dinner with lots of drinks and a hell of a lot of laughing and dancing as well. I’m satisfied with the evening to say the least!

Frida and Isabelle looked lovely

 

Lukas and I