tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80729993682914605332024-03-13T03:14:53.369+00:00Simply AminaNo, my english is not perfect, I am not perfect...
But I do have my moments
Simply, a swede in London.
Enjoy!Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-45020070437660615122012-03-30T02:05:00.000+01:002012-03-30T02:05:44.633+01:00Independent study.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsDNRtrLO98/T3UGtP9RJlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6GkzadnXvSw/s1600/tumblr_m0igwk2CHi1r968ybo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PsDNRtrLO98/T3UGtP9RJlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6GkzadnXvSw/s320/tumblr_m0igwk2CHi1r968ybo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-8749988195975686002012-03-18T15:21:00.001+00:002012-03-18T23:43:56.865+00:00Owen hates kids.Yesterday my flat was party central. At 1pm this tiny London flat was invaded by 25 10-year old mini humans, ready to get down, so to speak<b>(the method of choice was Rihanna on max volume and chocolate cake)</b><br />
<b>Since I had consumed a bit more than the recommended intake for an average sized adult the previous night, I did not feel like joining the party.</b> (Or the un-organised form of hell) The mother, responsible for the planned chaos, had given me warnings "Close the door hard, otherwise they will most likely wander in on you". I laughed. I didnt realise the seriousness of the warning. She however, that had both seen me hungover and acted host for birthday parties before, did.<br />
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With the Yankees cap pulled down low, Uggs and mis-matched sweats, I managed to sneak out a couple of hours later. Looking mighty fine.<br />
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Yes, there is a foreign junkie renting the spare room.Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-53686557569599771682012-03-18T14:52:00.001+00:002012-03-18T14:54:54.778+00:00Hello to no oneIt has been almost a year since I've been here. I blame the thing we call life.<br />
But after a year of terrorising all creatures around me with things one better keep to herself, it has been "discretely" suggested that I bother someone that cares. A blog with absolutely no visitors (even though the stats button is trying to boost my confidence by saying I am widely popular. I've worked in sales, I don't buy it.) seemed like the obvious choice.<br />
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Except for being, on paper, one year older (and things that comes with that such as increasing alcohol intake etc.), not much has changed.<br />
<b>I am still as obsessed with my own body weight as before, I still have trouble keeping my belongings in order and of off the floor, I still drink an unhealthy amount of coffee everyday and my skin is as pale as ever.</b><br />
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<b>Good to be back!</b>Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-50359473511768238872011-04-24T17:57:00.002+01:002011-04-24T17:57:14.927+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3zbik-Z7fA/TbRWW5qCbAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HkF31-uZSDA/s1600/tumblr_ljdjtchLHu1qzed1do1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3zbik-Z7fA/TbRWW5qCbAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HkF31-uZSDA/s400/tumblr_ljdjtchLHu1qzed1do1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-69217607836186144772011-04-20T14:56:00.001+01:002011-04-21T14:35:44.900+01:00Trying to write a 2000 word essay before work at 6.<br />
As you can tell, its going GREAT!<br />
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In an ideal world I would finish at least 3 more 2000 word essays by 5pm.<br />
But lets be realistic, shall we?<br />
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-At 5am I was at stansted. Hungry as a motherfucker, with only a stella in me. After my bag was brought aside at security because they couldnt figure out what my barblade was for, I sat down at pret and ate the amount and i nthe speed a very large man would. The woman behind the counter (look in a mirror before you judge, okey!?) had trouble understanding what I actually wanted. "oh wait, so you want a cheese panini. Also?" YES bitch, YES!<br />
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- As the horrible daughter I am I didnt have time buying my mom a birthday gift. Instead I bought candy for 10 and special edition "royal wedding" magazines at the airport (this after buying MYSELF a way too expensive perfume. I mean its all about prioritising,no?) It was however, believe it or not, a hit.<br />
Let us all unite in a big global hate for Kate Middleton. Shall we?<br />
I dont know why I dont like her. Its not like she is marriying the man of my dreams, or looks like I want to look. She just seems fake. But then again, arent we all? You go girl.<br />
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- Had lunch with the father on monday. I have not seen him since christmas. You can imagine what a joyful reunion it was. One of the topics he felt we needed to cover was "Have you seen this new movie Burlesque? With Cher and Christina Augulera? Its actually really really good."<br />
God, my family can SO not function without me. Makes drastic choises like downloading burlesque. They need me. After me mocking him for 15 minutes I am pretty sure he realised his mistake and wont do it again.<br />
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- Do not hook up with people on the nightbus. If there is you and one other person on the very much packed bus that is not drunk. You tend to notice. Well, dont. Lesson learned. <b>"The fact that you met him on the bus shouldve been clue no.1" </b><br />
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- Bought a new skirt yesterday. A long one. Its about 1,5 metre too long and I look seriously obese in it.<br />
<b>"Are you serious? Did you actually buy that ugly skirt?"</b> Well, yes, yes I did. I dont know why. Something in me told me to.Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-85723002220849381292011-04-04T09:36:00.005+01:002011-04-04T21:23:18.236+01:00hamster cheeks said what?-Woke up from last nights Brick lane booze-coma craving sushi and tomatoes.<br />
Marks and spencer, h-e-l-l-o.<br />
That I was buying sushi and tomatoes at 7am no big deal, the cashier did however feel that the new sushi packaging was <b>"sooooo cute! look how nice it looks! Before they more squared...."</b><br />
<b>Bitch, please! Zip it and hand me my fish.</b><br />
Imagine if, instead of cheese, I always would wake up from booze-comas craving sushi and tomatoes, how skinny would I be?!<br />
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-Woman walking past me on the tube the other day. Couldnt help thinking what a nice and well shaped behind she had. Normally not anything I notice. Ever (wide-ness obsessed yes, nice-ness no) and then I noticed she was wearing Reebook easy tone trainers. So that shiz really work? interesting....<br />
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-Has messed up my sleeping pattern completely. Or sleeep pattern (note that I was buying sushi at 7am, the morning after....), just not much sleep going on at all. Walking around like a bitch zombie, not quite sure whats going on around her.<br />
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-Pretty sure today is a good day for a new tattoo...or new shoes. One of the two...<br />
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-Today is SO not a day for make up. Not working today, and just because I can, I will look like crap. All day long. Will take ugliness to a whole new level. Cheers.<br />
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-Bought morrisson chocolate milk the other day. Dont know why. Took me back to my New Jersey days when I used to inhale chocolate milk. The 4 kids sitting across from me was not allowed to drink it, me as an adult on the other hand, was. Oh those were the days. Feel like Ive grown up since though, not at all as heavenly as I remembered. God, im getting old.<br />
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Eat some cheese crackers (2 for 1at morrisons...I mean....), watch some how I met your mother, fall asleep HARD, not being woken up by the fire alarm test at 11am like today, wake up smelling everything but rasberries with todays make up smeared all over my face, eat a zega-mega breakfast with the excuse that I wont have time for lunch and I will work through dinner time, not having ANYTHING to do before work at 6 tomorrow....<br />
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Living the d-r-e-a-m<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nothing says "Heat wave in London- 16degrees!" like being stuck in your dorm room studying until going to work, in a underground bar, for 10,5 hours. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh I can feel the freckles coming. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Have had my fair share of "<b>walk in clinics"</b>. Dont know what it means in south London, but in north london walk in clinics means hangout place for outlaws. And me.<br />
Asked at the desk downstairs where I should go. After a very long and judgemental "Oh god, you should have done that on the day of arrival my dear!" the nice lady said a name of a clinic and some directions.<br />
I went, filled out 25 forms, got an appoinment to "actually" register 3 weeks from now(apparently you are not in until youre in.) and a cup.<br />
<b>- Bring this cup filled with zdfjisd to your appointment</b><br />
<b>- Fill with what? (I got it, I just wanted her to say it again)</b><br />
<b>- URIN! PEE!</b><br />
Oh she´s gonna get some urin alright....<br />
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Called Gerda who was <b>"up for a pint"</b>. And like always, her wish is my law. That I was sporting the worst of casual mondays with no makeup and loose jeans had nothing to do with it, to islington I went.<br />
My law is not (nor was her wish), however, to have one pint of beer turn into 6 and lots of cheese cake and finally crashing at her place...<br />
Oddly satisfying feeling to wake up NOT too hungover, and for once NOT being the one who screwed up the night before, next to someone who is very much hungover and who did.<br />
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Oh the irony....<br />
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<b>Woke up at 8am with a I-swear-to-god-this-hurts-as-much-as-labour pain in my troath and fever</b><br />
Popped a couple of pills, put on tons of makeup to look somewhat alive and went (its called group work, otherwise no chance in hell I would have left my bed) to uni.<br />
Moaned nonstop to group number1 and then again to group number2.<br />
<b>- Amina, im sorry but you are braindead today!</b><br />
Cheers.<br />
Went home, slept for 6 hours<br />
Woke up, sweaty and lonely.<br />
popped a couple of pills...<br />
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Is trying to gain strenght to go and do laundry. (In what universe is that going to happen??)<br />
Completely out of clean underwear and my work-dress has a questionable scent to it.<br />
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Is craving chocolate like never before<br />
Feel more deservant than ever.<br />
A hug would do too.<br />
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Happy st patricks day<br />
Life rocksAminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-53891754508856008132011-03-14T02:48:00.001+00:002011-03-14T09:59:09.802+00:00gimme some noodles....- Sunday night in soho with Cath. Vietnamese food. Serious garlic breath going on. Im serious, this is another level of garlic breath. But it was ALL worth it.<br />
I swear I could hear angels sing diggin in to those noodles.<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Looked at my account the other day, something I do far from often enough. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">More of a <b>close-your-eyes-and-the-problem-is-gone kind of a girl</b>. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But look at that, I have been living as a poor student while I was secretly loaded.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Did not think much of why this was...Felt I deserved it. Reason unknown.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Til I got a very official talk and letter from the managers saying I had been overpayed. Not only overpayed, overpayed with 125hours. Meaning I will not get payed again in ages.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Rich went to uber poor in 2 seconds. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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- Finally dragged my behind to apple store. I did not plan on doing this and desperate as I was I started the week by spending 131 pounds on a new Ipod (Ugly as fuck. seriously, bring the old ipod nano back.)<br />
<b>When this got out people protested loudly (such an overstatement. Maria said it. once).</b> Apparently Apple "Has suuuch good service, you can probably get a new one!"<br />
So today, after a week of riding the tube and nightbus in COMPLETE silence, I brought my vey old and very dead ipod to apple.<br />
I got a new one for only 39 pounds. Yes, I do see this as victory. (even though I swear I will forget to return the one I bought a week ago....)<br />
<b>- Do I get the old model? I like that one SO much better</b><br />
<b>- Yeah, most people say that....</b><br />
This means I now have no excuse not to go for a run tomorrow morning. Has been the perfect excuse for a week. Who runs without music?<br />
If it rains, I might use that instead. We´ll see.<br />
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- The newest obsession is seafood sticks. H-E-A-V-E-N. Especially since Morrison has had them on sale for weeks now. I am stocking up. Believe me.<br />
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- My hands are swollen. I swear, my hands looks obese. Not only do I have "powerful legs", now I also has swollen hands. I do believe its temporary. But still. Worth complaining about.<br />
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- Still havent cut my hair. Tomorrow.<br />
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- Considering to clean the dump that is my room. Dont know why I even waste my time thinking about it, we all know it aint gonna happen.Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-80062588759368836772011-03-14T00:02:00.002+00:002011-03-14T00:19:48.216+00:00Can I hear a "Hell yeah!"?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AvtKqyYh3h8/TX1bFlArsEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fFH6MRtFFcE/s1600/tumblr_lhu4g6AcGz1qz7lxdo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AvtKqyYh3h8/TX1bFlArsEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fFH6MRtFFcE/s400/tumblr_lhu4g6AcGz1qz7lxdo1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-56663887324140976722011-03-11T11:19:00.006+00:002011-03-11T12:28:34.659+00:00The swedish uniformI never thought this would happen. Never thought this day would come.<br />
But I am actually considering getting a Spotify premium account.<br />
I know, crazy and lets face it, unnecessary.<br />
But seriously, the ads seems to get longer and longer. (Its like they do that on purpose....)<br />
Not cool.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The other day I heard one of my playlists being played, in SOMEONE ELSES room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Had a moment of pride. Felt famous. Felt like a rolemodel. Felt like the bigger person. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then I realised I do NOT have spotify social. It could impossibly be my playlist. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am just mainstream. Like everybody else. One of many. I like what people tell me to like. Apparently. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Like the man who came up to me on the street the other day </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>-I cannot believe how swedish you are dressed!</b></div><b>- Im sorry?</b><br />
<b>- The way you are dressed, you are sooooo swedish!</b><br />
<b>- how did you....oh....</b><br />
I did not take it as a compliment and walked away.<br />
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I now have spotify social and I will never wear converse in public again.Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-790857489530038212011-03-08T10:27:00.005+00:002011-03-08T13:53:39.447+00:00Tuesday?- Something is up with London. Its spring. In March? Very odd. Was so not in the mood for sun yesterday. Or today.<br />
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- My ipod gave up on me on saturday, my phone gave up on me yesterday, I ripped my boots (I think..) on saturday. Seriously? Whatever did I do to deserve this?<br />
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-Was a mood cow at uni yesterday. "I cannot wait til this day is over, I cannot wait!" or "I fucking hate my life!!". Im sure I was a treat to hang out with yesterday. The price you have to pay if you befriend me.<br />
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- Had one thought in my head on sunday "What the hell was in that Jäger bomb?" until I dragged my jiggly ass to camden for Ts B-day bash....Aaaah, to be young...<br />
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- For the first time since I moved in, I have prepared for the cleaning lady to come. Time to hoover this disgusting floor, happy day, happy day. Mind you, it has been hoovered, she has worked "around" my crap (that is now piled up on my bed, instead of on the floor). Talented young lady that one.<br />
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- Came home with a dead animal around my neck on sunday. <b>"Who forgot this? WHO FORGOT THIS?"</b> Im not one to let a dead animal go to waste. Ka-tjing.<br />
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-Going to cut my so called hair today. People has started to "discreetly" drop comments that it might be time for a haircut. As allways, Im such a people pleaser.Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-88115800814866380462011-03-05T13:08:00.004+00:002011-03-05T13:57:22.698+00:00C-R-A-Z-Y days in Laaandon<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Woke up by the fire-alarm-test yesterday. No worries, im only 22, I can fall back to sleep easily. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">No, no they had to test it FIVE times! FIVE! HOW is FIVE times necessary?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>It works. Okey, it works!</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Got a text from blondie, who was out last night, saying <b>"Think I will go lesbian very very soon. Ive had enough!" </b>Couldnt have said it better myself.</div><br />
- Have not opened a book all week. My way of saying "fuck it all", Middlesexs way of saying "Have a nice life at mc donalds"<br />
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- Went out thursday. Fell down on my fuck-me-pumps in the subway, forgot my id, got my vodka underpoured, woman fainted on the nightbus home: had to wait for ages for the next bus (god knows where) A good night, a good night...<br />
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- Bought plastic plates. Real plates is so overrated. Until now I was still eating all my food in various cups and containers. Oddly satisfying feeling eating my pasta from a real-siza plate last night. Score.<br />
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- Gave money to a homeless the other day. He wanted 2 pounds, I gave him 1 pound. He said <b>"okey?"</b><br />
Here I thought I was mother Theresa, he was looking back at me like I was satan.<br />
Wanted to shout back "Im a bloody student! That was my tips! Its ALLL I GOT! Say thank you!"<br />
I didnt.<br />
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-Got hit on by a nice black man on the nightbus home the other night. No you can not have my number. His respond was <b>"You should really try my kind, we rock in bed. Oh what the fuck, you Germans aint no good anyway!!" </b>Auch! In one sentence I was called a rasist AND a german.<br />
S-W-E-E-T.<br />
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- Is considering going for a run before work. But then again...Why? NO.<br />
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- Was skyping with the BFF yesterday. 7am in LA, 3 pm in London. I was sitting on my fat ass, doing nothing. She was eating pasta for breakfast and was on her way to practise.<br />
We live very very different lives her and me. Even when we didnt, we did. The difference is that she takes everything very seriously, whereas I do not. We bonded during our playdates in Jersey.<br />
I spend those afternoons sleeping on the floor while she took care of MY kids.<br />
That right there is the marriage im dreamin of.<br />
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Oh im getting that momentum back. I will.<br />
The plan is (was) to study loads this week.<br />
<b>Oh holy fuck im going to stud-y-y-y. HARD.</b><br />
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<b>Monday: Wake up early, go for a long run, intense study-session all day and then IF I had been a good girl all day meet up with someone later. </b><br />
A good start. A good plan. On paper.<br />
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Before the run I decided today was the day for new tatoo.<br />
A quick tatoo and THEN intense study-session.<br />
Asked blondie if she felt the same way. <b>She did.</b><br />
The run got short. I blame excitement. A perfectly acceptable excuse according to me.<br />
AND it was raining like a bitch. <br />
<b>Jiggly-ass: 1, beach 2011: 0<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></b><br />
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Before the actual inking took place I figured I could swing by work to look at the rota for this week.<br />
I shouldnt have. (list of reasons)<br />
Oh look at that, im working TONIGHT.<br />
What a lovely suprice.<br />
If I didnt mean "shouldnt have gone to look at the rota" before, I def meant it when after-work-beer turned into after-work-tequila(-s)<br />
Also meant that blondie had to loose her tatoo-virginity alone.<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Came to foundation later on though, the biggest grin on her face.<br />
"I do NOT know that girl"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div>Tuesday has been spent on Gerdas floor. Literally. (she put a blanket on me )<br />
Recovering from last nights booze coma. Feeling and smelling like I deserved.<br />
Lovely company and a Tesco Cheese swirl.<br />
I think thats all you need.<br />
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Reading week can suck it.<br />
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I was rooting for this tutor. He looks cool, seems cool, seems nice, the subject seemed alright.<br />
Dont judge the dog by the hair (literally) <br />
For gods sake, pep it up for 5 minutes!<br />
I dont want to be here any more than you do, but lets pretend shall we?<br />
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Tonight the family arrives at Gatwick. Again.<br />
<b>"But, they were here like 2 minutes ago"</b><br />
Well, yes. Yes, they were. Again, its more about London then it is about seeing the oldest daughter.<br />
That I hardly will have time to see them is another story.<br />
They will see me dressed for success tomorrow while enjoying a greasy, heavenly feast at foundation tomorrow night.<br />
Jealous does not cover it. Will totally swing by their table more then once and stuff myself with mac n cheese. <br />
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<b>"okey thats it, see you in 2 weeks!"</b><br />
oh, he does not have to say that twice.<br />
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Toodles...Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-59569203463156984372011-02-23T11:44:00.006+00:002011-02-23T12:00:53.132+00:00Mockery allowed...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Ladies and Germs, thats what workin night does to ya. Cripes. </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This swedish broad knows how to work the unshowered look. I heard its in again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(Seriously, who wouldnt wanna tap that?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shower, do something about that hair and off to uni. (keep the expectations low)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Actually a tiny bit excited to go to uni today. Not struggling to get myself out of the door at least.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Yes, I am as shocked as you are.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Miracles do happen...</div>Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-48035579303913500332011-02-22T12:05:00.003+00:002011-02-22T12:37:09.681+00:00And here we go again...Why did I go back to school?<br />
Was that really necessary? I mean, really?<br />
<b>I have SO lost my momentum. It was there. I remember it being there. </b><br />
But now, as expected, it has moved on to other things.<br />
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Will Amina ever find something she wont get tired of doing for a longer amount of time?<br />
No. Never. Never ever.<br />
(the mothers biggest argument against me getting my first tatoo 4 years ago...maybe thats also why she never let me get a dog as a kid....)<br />
There is NOTHING I do I do not get sick of doin. I get bored. Thats just who I am.<br />
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<b>I get excited, I get overwhelmed, I let everybody know how excited I am, I get bored, I complain, I move on.</b><br />
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Woke up with a smile, thinking <b>"ooooh, Im going to work today!"</b> and then it hit me <b>"urgh, before I go to work im going to....uni....."</b><br />
Shouldnt it be the other way around?<br />
In a normal persons mind, yes.<br />
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<b>The meter is ticking, crap or get off the pot.</b><br />
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Yes, its 12,03Am and I should be in school.<br />
I am not.<br />
Sue me.Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-64579051802190393812011-02-21T11:00:00.001+00:002011-02-21T11:01:10.173+00:00And thats how its done....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Gdk8H1Ns3Q/TWJFJ0S8wZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Eh3KYD9p7yE/s1600/Photo+on+2011-02-21+at+10.46+%25236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Gdk8H1Ns3Q/TWJFJ0S8wZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Eh3KYD9p7yE/s400/Photo+on+2011-02-21+at+10.46+%25236.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Its not healthy to be this proud of yourself. Seriously. Its disgusting. </div>Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-46176739181462280662011-02-20T13:09:00.000+00:002011-02-20T13:09:45.089+00:00life of a hooter girl<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">- Hi how are you? What can I....?</span><br />
<b>- Im sorry, what?</b><br />
<b>- No, I just asked how you are tonight...?</b><br />
<b>- What?</b><br />
<b>- ?</b><br />
<b>-Im sorry, I cant hear a word you are saying your outfit is too distracting!</b><br />
<b>-Distracting in a good way?</b><br />
<b>- Nope</b><br />
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On my way home I also got asked <b>"what I could do for 2,50?"</b><br />
<b>Note to self: </b>do not walk home in your work clothes.<br />
I wouldnt normally (learned that lesson couple of days ago), but yesterday I was in a hurry.Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8072999368291460533.post-25065754813903598052011-02-18T15:04:00.001+00:002011-02-18T15:13:41.295+00:00Will I ever change? nope.No uni today, only work. At 4.<br />
Oh goodness, whatever am I going to do with all my free time?<br />
I had plans. Lots of plans! (such an overstatement)<br />
I was going to do that, buy that, meet up with that....<br />
Nope, didnt happen.<br />
Suddenly its 2.30 and I realise I havent done shit.<br />
I havent gotten dressed.<br />
I havent eaten (not necessarily a bad thing. Jiggly ass is happy)<br />
and I smell like ass...<br />
Score!<br />
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Easy fixed....Except for the fact that I just spilled yoghurt all over my clothes.<br />
How old am I?<br />
Seriously...<br />
<b>the passport says 22, the insides says 43, the mind says 11</b>Aminahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073319740030753609noreply@blogger.com1