WHO came up with "valentines day"? I want names!

So, bartender debut on saturday. Started of looking like a lost puppy dog (which was SO the plan, who is goin to scream at a puppy dog. No one), scared shitless.
Put a smile on it and shake that mother!
The night ended with me pouring (literally. My hair was dripping.) whiskey all over me and Bella that happened to stand behind me.
(Not like I smelled like raspberries before that happened.)
- Your armpit smells like my ass!
It did.
And then, because of lack of food and complete exhaustion the night ended with me getting tipsy (understatement) on 1,5 bottle of stella and falling alseep hard on the nightbus home.
Score.

Today I am actually going to uni. Imagine that.
Instead of sitting in a booth all day, I will sit in classrooms and learn bout what some people call "real things".

and also, FUCK VALENTINES!
I mean it.
If I ever would, this is the day I would jump of a bridge.

Productive days...

Yesterday I spend my day pouring water into glasses. 
All day.
The easy earned money was easy spent on Westfields later on.
Today I will carry boxes. All day.
Ah, you gotta love productive days like these in London-town.
Why would I EVER go back to sweden?
My point exactly. 

I swear to buddha you can see my cellulites in these friggin shorts I have to wear.
This is the closest I will ever get being a Hooter girl. 
I wish I was latina. Juicy booties is part of the package, a must. Like roof on a house, such a ripoff if its not there.
I am not latina.
Im just a white ass with a love for cheese. 

72 hours

- Slash, stop hanging out with fergie. Seriously, stop. Super bowl...not one of your proudest moments, now is it? Didnt think so.

- Took the nightbus home from old street on saturday(-ish). Normally no biggie. On saturday however, it slipped my mind that I had moved. You do not live in Seven sisters anymore. Idiot.
Wandering the streets of north london to find my way home at night, with a tequila or two too many in me. Safe, yes.

- Sundaynight was spent at the emergency with my dear norwegian. She felt like crap. I had a pretty good time. It was interesting. Also, she couldnt say much, her feelin like crap and everything, which meant I could talk for hours without being interupted. Such a nice feeling.

- Is spending a fortune at starbucks.
I blame it all on my clumsiness and the fact that I havent yet bought a new coffee maker. (before I actually got to starbucks yesterday I downed 2l diet coke. It did not have the same effect.)

- The latest obsession is Keeping up with the kardashians (good morning, I know). Feel so skinny after a couple of episodes straight. And bright. Kourtney annoys the shiz out of me. I really do not like her.

- Sat next to Peaches Geldfof on the tube the other day. That is one glamorous and terrified lookin lady. What she was going to do in Wood Green I will never know. Im guessing she was getting a kebab. I dont blame her.

- Heard people talk about the sun shining over London today. I know nothing about this. I did not see it.

- Was certain the cleaning lady had stolen my salt. (had to eat my "dinner" without salt. I do NOT do that) She hadnt. For some reason, I had placed it in my window.
Dont ask.

Oh they have to try harder than that to stop me...

I just smashed my coffee maker.
Christ of all shitting mighty!

I refuse to see it as a sign.

2 days before the smashing took place. 

That shows the level of importance it had in my life, me photo-booting it and everything. 

We had a good 4-5 months. 

fastfood central in my ass

Mc donalds stops serving normal (normal as in "give me FAAAAT") food at one point (didnt think it was possible, but it is.) and starts serving breakfast. ONLY!
What the fuck!?
No, I do not care for a bagel.
I want something deep fried with cheese on top!
Is that reeeeeally that difficult?
NO, it shouldnt be!

AND all wood green kebab shops closed like an hour ago.
I thought Wood green was junk food central 24/7.
Such a ripoff.
Thank god (im serious, bagel doesnt do it when you get home at 5am. I would have died. True story.) for Linda Mccartney frozen lasagna, that happened to be on sale 2 days ago, when i happened to go shopin. aaah! ( or we´ll see, its still in the micro oven. But im confident its fatty and heavenly delicious.)

More fat to the people!

That was all.

Saturday....

Friday was spent making cocktails, winetasting and menu tasting.
I dont know but that is what I call a rather good friday. ( Friday in hell to some, but who diets on fridays, really? Wouldnt say I EVER diet, but especial not on fridays. come on.)

Saturday will be spent free pouring and makin more cocktails.
No, I do not free pour. Not even close. And I have a memory like a goldfish.
Which will mean I will most likely spend my day swearing like a fisherman on leave.
Amina tends to get upset when it dawns on her she is not perfect. Such a shocker everytime.
Thats also why I do not dance.


Tonight, hopefully, I will drink and shake my sorrows away. Preferably with Abercombie door boys. But hey, Im not picky.

Happy saturday!

Tube-germs IS what im looking for in a good brushing session

It happened again.
Me leaving the house and entering the world with a toothbrush sticking up my coat pocket.
First sign of true idiocy.
That makes it twice in one week. Once at work, once at Uni.

Both times, strangers has pointed this out to me:
-Ey, you have a toothbrush in your pocket.
Well yes, yes I do. Thank you for noticing. 

I am stressed in the mornings.
The somewhat pretty head connected to the body has not woken up yet.
I realize in the last minute (always with the coat on and ready to hit the tube) that I haven't yet brushed my teeth (mind you, I never forget, I just remember it later than most).
I go brush my teeth, remembers something else I havent done and puts the bloody thing in my pocket.
And woop, I forget its there.

Common sense made me buy a new one after the first incident.
Its been 2 days.

I guess im going shopping.