Yes, I am back in Schaaaweeedennn! Feels good, feels even better that I'm going to Thailand in about eight hours! It's now 7.30 in the morning, been up for about two and a half hour, jetlag's always nice. At least I had my Christmas food last night! Not missing out on that. Wish I could have Swedish pizza today, craving for that like crazy..

I miss my friends in Canada and speaking English. Wish I had someone here I could only speak English to all the time. Feels incredibly strange to speak Swedish with everyone, I'm always thinking that I'm the only one that knows Swedish around, but not anymore! Which sucks, 'cause I liked being exotic.

Not the crazy Swede who puts fisheggs on her sandwich anymore..

How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

I finally figured out how to post my own videos on here! Here's me, Alex & Patrick waiting for the bus in Newport.

A Tradition of Excellence

Picture bomb from the last school in PMSS! :'(  <--- biggest sadface ever

When I came to the school one hour before first class started the orchestra were having a Christmas concert in the caf. Yes, I was sitting close to them.

Joy, me & Samantha

Farishteh & the chocolate I got from her :)

Me & mrs Sluyter, my vocal tech teacher :)

A real sharp picture of me and Alex :)

Part of the caf. That guy in the middle is in my Spanish, his name is Jacob. I once did an oral presentation with him.

Lunch time, this is actually in the middle of an orange food fight (the orange was mine, R.I.P.)

Orange splatter on the window of the prize-shelf.

My Canadian family! Ryan, Meagan, Ariana, Lisa, me, Jenny & Maddie (Amanda, Jesse, Sheldon & Tyler should be in there too)

Me & Beatrice in law class

Me & mr Krahn, my law teacher! :)

PMS: A Tradition of Excellence

Yes, I took pictures with mr Kent! Rebecka the Brave is my new name.

Very beautiful.

Me & the cool eleventh grader Andrei

Simon & me


Colin, me, Cynthia and my blue cupcake that Taylor gave me. That was before Colin smashed it when hugging me.

This is after Colin smashed my cupcake when hugging me.

Me & Sheldon (who has the most hilarious dad ever)

Courtney Whitehead!

Mana Sato!

Ms Yorston, my dance teacher :)

Long live the walls we crashed through

I can't believe it's my last day in Port Moody Secondary tomorrow! It's so depressing how I'm not coming back after the winter break :(   I will miss this school so much! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I will even miss mr Kent's classes! At least it's not the last day with my friends. Going to see Amanda, Jesse & Ben in the Nutcracker on Sunday, tomorrow after school I don't know what to do yet but there's always something. Saturday I don't remember if I planned anything. Monday I might be going to Stanley Park, I will if I'm going home on Tuesday. If I'm going home on Wednesday, I'm most likely going to Stanley Park on Tuesday. So you know, in case you wondered. I am now going to bed to brace myself for my last day in my wonderful PMS!

Picture of people on Senior Sail. I'm not in the picture, I was on the dancefloor when it was taken.

Port Moody Secondary School in my heart foreva ♥

The thought of not coming back to PMS after the break is just heartbreaking! Why do I have to leave my friends :(  I wanna bring them all home soooo bad! They're all so great.

So drama was pretty interesting today! Last time I saw mr Watts was apparently yesterday, thought he was gonna be here today and tomorrow but apparently not, pretty sad :(  He's my favourite teacher! But yeah. Me, Hannah & Angie performed out medieval European theatre play for the class and the sub today. Peter was supposed to be in the group as well but he ditched us last night so we had this lunch break to re-write the whole thing for three people instead, which kind of made it suck that way but it turned out fine I think :)  I got beheaded twice. The first thing we did was that Hannah talked a bit about medieval theatre, then I told the class about Elizabethan theatre (even though that's more Renaissance, but it's hard since the line between the middle age and the Renaissance is so blurry), and then Angie said a few things as well. Then Hannah put on a medieval song (we played Greensleeves after my advice, we needed something medieval) and me and Angie dropped in a curtsy and danced that kind of dancing when you put your hands together and then pretty much skip around in a circle, which was the first M of medieval theatre; mummings. Yeah. Next thing me and Angie were swordfighting, and I killed her. Then she lived again. And then I was talking about the second M of medieval theatre; mystery plays. In that one we did a tableux of Noah's Arc (a tableux is when you turn the ligths off, get into a position, lights go on, lights go off, you get into another position and so on, so it's like pictures). Hannah was God telling Angie to build a boat in the first picture. Next picture was Angie building the boat. Third picture was Angie looking at the boat. Fourth picture was me (playing a cow) and Angie bordering the boat. The fifth picture was Hannah congratulating Angie on the boat. The sixth picture was me, Hannah (both cows) and Angie on the boat. Very rich. Not. Anyways. The next M was miracle plays, in which I was God telling Hannah (a preacher) to spread the word that all human beings must do as I say, for otherwise they will end up in hell. Then Hannah told the unbeliever, Angie, who became a believer. The fourth M, morality, was me stealing an old man's (Angie) stick. Therefore, I was beheaded by Hannah, the executioner. The old man then died of old age. This was to show that death is the great equalizer and that we die as we deserve. The final M, manners, I presented and it was me begging Angie (the nobility) for money and food, and therefore being beheaded by the executioner Hannah. And that was the end of our, hrrm, amazing presentation. I wish we would've had better costumes. I tried my best to find anything medieval-looking that I had, so I put on my big cross-necklace and the two necklaces that I always wear that do look medieval, and my bronze bracelets. I wore my socks that I bought at the Scandinavian Market as well because they do look very medieval, being shaped like Robin Hood's shoes and the colours being grey and red.

During the lunch break me and Hannah drove her car to Subway and had it in the drama room. I sang Agnetha Fältskog's If I thought you'd ever change your mind in vocal tech, which was apparently a success. Mrs Sluyter and my friend Edward said that I've improved a lot, that was so good to hear! I saw my evaluation paper that mrs Sluyter wrote, it's like she rates different parts of our performance, such as rhythm, pitch, projection etc. from poor to excellent. They were all very close to excellent, which is definitely better than my first performance in which they were all more to the middle! :DDDDDDD

Me and Farishteh doing the two varieties of the Asian pose

Farishteh & me  ♥

Me & Jesse :)

Me & Christian :)  It's awesome how I look exactly the same in both the picture of me & Jesse and me & Christian.


Mamma; Ja, det misstänker jag också. Ken satt kvar i bilen. Nej, men det var för att den där radioaktiva bomben var så tänkte jag att den här är det säkert också lärarna som fejkar. Men det var det inte. Läraren på zombiebilden? Jag vet inte, jag har inte han i nåt ämne. Tror han är mattelärare eller nåt.

No one even mentioned the bomb threat at school today. If this were Sweden, it'd be the biggest topic of the year. But apparently, this happens at least once a year in this school. It happened twice last year, one of them at the exact same day (December 13th) as this one. The reason to all bomb threats that have been in this school, is that some student has a test he or she doesn't want to take. So they call the school with a bomb threat. Idiots. As far as I know, they don't know which student did it yet, but last year they found out by asking every teacher who wasn't in their class at the time (12:25) and from the fingerprints on the pay phone.

Today it is a week left of Canada. I so wish I could bring my school home with me! That'd be perfect.

My friend Joy wrote on my facebook today that she loves my singing! Hihihihihi. Joy's an amazing singer, she's definitely the best girl singer in the class (best boy singer is Scott, but he doesn't really count because he has been taking opera classes for four years, which is a bit unfair I must say).

Christmas countdown: 9 days!

Thailand countdown: 8 days!

Lillian & me in the vocal tech room

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

I'm getting more and more scared of that bomb threat the more I think of it! Have to stop. Pictures from Darlene's brother's house and the house a few blocks away from his;

The house a few blocks away, Darlene & me

The house a few blocks away

Darlene's brother's house

Darlene's brother's house

Darlene's brother's house

Darlene's brother's house

Darlene's brother's house

Darlene's brother's house

Darlene's brother's house

Darlene's brother's house

Darlene's brother's house

The house a few blocks away

The balcony of the house a few blocks away

The house a few blocks away

These aren't all pictures she took, gonna ask for the rest

Romeo & Juliet

Today was an interesting day! Started out completely normal, had vocal tech in which I performed my last song in vocal tech *cry*. I did the official Saint Lucia song (natten går tunga fjät blabla), partly because yesterday was Lucia, but mostly because I thought I was performing tomorrow, so I just basically picked the first song I thought of that I knew well. Come to think of it, I am performing once more, but only in front of ms S because it was one time that I missed because of field trip. I'm either going to do Taylor Swift's Love Story or Agnetha Fältskog's If I thought you'd ever change your mind. Probably the latter. I performed Greensleeves to her and anyone who was in the room yesterday and she said that I have improved so much since when the course started. I sang it in my headvoice (which is more known as falsetto even thought that does not really exist for girls), and even though I think I sound horrible that way, I must admit I have a pretty good projection doing that. The only problem is that I don't really have good projection, 'cause I tried recording myself (using Audacity which I have on my computer), and it just sounds like I'm whispering even if in my head, it sounds loud and clear. Another problem with my headvoice is my air controlling, I can barely do one sentence without having to gasp for air. It's weird because I'm actually rather good at controlling my air using my chestvoice (the voice we talk in), but I'm completely screwed when it's time for the headvoice. But she said I've improved so much so that was nice. Today I performed Saint Lucia in front of the class, and people actually recognized it! Alisha said it first, then Simona said that she recognized it too, and then Zorah, and then Jennifer as well! Even thought it's in Swedish! So weird.

So the interesting part of the day is when we have law class and we're in the library working on our capital punishment-essay. About fifteen minutes before the block ends, the librarian says to everyone in the library that they have locked the doors to the library, because there is something going on in the hallways. I immediately assumed that a Columbine kind of thing is going down. She didn't know what was going on, and that we're not allowed to go anywhere out of the library until they tell us to. After about ten minutes, the principal announces that the school is being evacuated because about an hour earlier, the school had received a telephone call with a bomb threat. So everyone walks out and gathers by the tennis court. It is freezing outside (it's December, d'uh), it's soaking rain and we're not allowed to go to our lockers so I'm wearing nothing but a t-shirt. So effing awesome. We stand out there in the rain and sleet for about forty minutes (mr Krahn made me a jacket out of a garbage bag near the end, it actually helped a little bit), until we're allowed back in. We're still not allowed to go to our lockers, they tell us to go straight to our previous class, so me and my class gather in the law classroom. When everybody's inside, the principal announces again that they'd received a bomb threat, by a phone call made from the pay phone on the second floor, which means it was a student who made the call. Ten minutes later, we're allowed to go to our next class, which was caroling with the vocal tech and guitar students. Quite exciting, could've skipped the whole stand-out-in-the-freezing-cold-rainy-weather-wearing-nothing-but-a-t-shirt-and-eventually-a-garbage-bag-thing though. During the whole thing, I wasn't too scared by it. Not at all, actually. I just thought it was exciting, because I felt that it wasn't unreal, after what happened in my school when I was in grade six when the teachers told us, the students, that a bomb had exploded in Stockholm and that we weren't allowed to go outside because of radioactive stuff. Now that I read a lot of stuff about the Columbine massacre, if that would happen tomorrow again, I'd be scared shitless.

So tomorrow I have choir and dance, at 5.30 me and a couple of people are meeting at Cassy and Catey's house, it's a study group. The purpose is to eat pizza and study biology, so only people who are in bio could come, but I'm allowed even though I'm not, hihi. I am going to sleep now, bye bye!

Yet another pic from the set of the zombie-movie. I look quite retarded next to Taylor and Jaylem.

Monday 13th of December 2010

Hola! Pretty much just got home from Darlene's brother's house, where we went to celebrate her dad's birthday. We had cake and stuff. The most awesome thing about that, was her brother's house. It was sooo cool! Not the house itself, couldn't see the actual house behind all those Christmas decorations! Woooow!! I have never seen anything like it. The Griswold's are nowhere near. Darlene took a lot of pictures of me in front of it for me, gonna upload them here so you can see. His house is actually famous here for its decorations, the tour buses that go here pass his house so the tourists can take pictures. While we were there, people were constantly knocking on the door saying that they really love the decorations. On the way home we stopped in front of another house that was even crazier, and we took a bunch of pictures there too.

I told you I forgot to buy the Lucia-glitter for my hair yesterday, and that I'd do it tomorrow instead. Well, that ain't happening either, because I didn't have time to go look for any in the stores, only looked in the three stores in Newport and when I asked for it, no one knew what I was talking about. Ken and Darlene didn't either, Mike kind of knew. He described it to Ken and Darlene as "a rope with sparkly stuff on it". Gonna go to IKEA tomorrow after school to get some, I know they have it there.

Went to Candace's place after school and watched Eclipse (Twilight) with her and Gaby. Cool thing; it was filmed where I live right, so we actually recognized places! Like for instance, the police station where Bella's dad works. It's like a two minute walk from my school! Had to go in the middle of it though to get home in time to go to Darlene's brother's. But it was fun. I'm gonna take care of my laundry and take a shower, and then go to bed a read, goodnighty!

The world's biggest rocking horse in Metrotown. You can actually sit in it while it's rocking!!

Sankta Lucia

Om exakt tjugosju minuter är det Lucia! Woop woop! NEJ! GLÖMDE! Skulle ju åka och köpa glitter till håret idag! Aja, får ha Lucia på tisdag istället. Har suttit inne och fixat med grejer hela dagen, skulle ha åkt till Candace på kvällen och kollat på Twilight med henne och Gaby, men Gaby kunde inte så vi ska ta det imorgon efter skolan istället.

Luciatåget igår gick finfint, det var två stycken, det första började halv två och slutade typ tjugo i två. Sjukt kort. Nästa började egentligen klockan halv åtta, men vi skulle vara där vid fem bara för säkerhets skull typ. Det var meningen att börja vid sex. Åkte till Metrotown mellan de två tågen och dödade tid. Efter det första tåget så höll en av cheferna på Scandinavian Centre tal inför publiken (det kom faktiskt jättemycket folk, hur kan det finnas så många svennar här?), och då tog hon upp mig på scen mitt i talet och tackade mig för att jag har hjälpt till med lektionerna under tiden som jag har varit här, och så fick jag ett julkort som spelar när man öppnar det, 50 dollar och ett halsband!

Nu ska jag borsta tänderna, ta på mig pyjamasen, städa bort halva resväskan som ligger på sängen osv. Goder afton!

Hahahahahaha, den här bilden är så rolig! Ser båda ut som att vi ska kissa på oss. Jag och min halvsvenne/halvkanadick-kompis Katrina.

B for Boleyn & Bohlin

Jag kan inte vänta på medeltidsveckan på Gotland! Vi måste åka dit i sommar, mamma!! Då ska jag se ut såhär;

With her French hood and the pearl choker with the B for Boleyn

Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me

Weeey, I finished The Other Boleyn Girl today! That was like.. the second best book I've ever read (after Harry Potter, the constant winner). Seriously, Anne Boleyn is like my new idol. She was so witty and so beautiful and so persuasive and all that. The best thing about her is that even though she was only one of King Henry's six wives, one of the two who were beheaded, and even though she was hated by the people of England and in the end, hated by the King; she's still the first one people think of when they think of King Henry. It's never King Henry without Anne Boleyn. But there is at the same time Anne Boleyn without King Henry, which says quite a lot. Queen Katherine, who was set aside so that Henry could marry Anne, was the most loved one of the six queens by the people. Anne's successor, Jane Seymour, was the most loved one by Henry. But still, you can't really hear the name "King Henry" without automatically thinking of Anne. And who knows who Jane Seymour is? Catherine Howard? Catherine Parr? Anyone? They're all wives of Henry and queens of England, but Anne is the Wife and the Queen. It seems like Henry failed in his attempt to cut Anne out of his life by annulling their marriage and beheading her, because you never think the two of them apart, history didn't allow it.

I think that the reason why Anne is so very famous when really, she's only one of six, is (other than the fact that she's the mother of Queen Elizabeth I) that she was so very witty. She was the one of made the annullment of Henry's marriage to Queen Katherine of Aragon be possible, she was the one who made Henry the head of the churches of England instead of the pope. By doing so, she was sort of digging her own grave in a way. By giving Henry the head of the churches, she gave him endless power to anything he wanted. When he set Queen Katherine aside, he realized how very strong his power really was, and so he could do it again and again and again. One of the reasons he set Queen Katherine aside was because she didn't have a son. He thought there was something wrong with her, and the only wrong thing there could be was that the marriage wasn't legal. He married Anne instead, who he adored and he was certain that she should have a son. She then had Elizabeth, and then two or three miscarriages. He then thought that the only reason there could possibly be was that she had used witchcraft to enchant Henry, and that was why he married her. Now he had a reason to set Anne aside as well, and she was charged with adultery and incest (with her brother George). George was beheaded along with Sir Francis Weston, Sir Henry Norris, Sir William Brereton and Mark Smeaton for adultery and incest, and Anne was beheaded two days later, on the 19th of May 1536. On the same as that of Anne's execution, Jane Seymour picked out her wedding gown for her marriage to King Henry.

Remember the song I put on here, the Christmas song that everyone knows here in Canada but I'd never heard before, called Greensleeves? It was written by King Henry to Anne. Quite fascinating. The lyrics are:

Alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously
For I have loved you well and long, delighting in your company
Greensleeves was all my joy and greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves, my heart of gold, and who but my lady greensleeves
Alas, my love, that you should own a heart of wanton vanity
So must I meditate alone upon your insincerity
Your vows you've broken, like my heart, oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart, but my heart remains in capitivity
If you intend thus to disdain, it does the more enrapture me
And even so, I still remain a lover in captivity.
I have been ready at your hand to grant whatever you would crave
I have both wagered life and land, your love and good-will for to have
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing, but still thou hadst it readily
Thy music still to play and sing and yet though wouldst not love me
I bought thee kerchiefs for thy head, that were wrought fine and gallantly
I kept thee at both board and bed, which cost my purse well-favoredly
I bought thee petticoats of the best, the cloth so fine as it might be
I gave thee jewels for thy chest, and all this cost I spent on thee
Thy smock of sil, both fair and white with gold emroidered gorgeously
Thy petticoat of sendal right, and these I bought thee gladly
My men were clothed all in green, and they did ever wait on thee
All this was gallant to be seen, and yet thou wouldst not love me
They set thee up, they thee down, they served thee with humility
Thy foot might not once touch the ground, and yet thou wouldst not love me
'Tis, I will pray to God on high, that thou my constancy mayst see
And that yet once before I die, thou wilt vouchsafe to love me
Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, to God I pray to prosper thee
For I am still thy lover true, come once again and love me
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves, my heart of gold
And who but my lady greensleeves

We'll have lots of fun with mister Snowman until the other kiddies knock him down

Buenas noches! Had a fun day at the church (youth group) with Lisa, Jenny and a bunch of other people. There was a competition, we paired up two and two, I was with Lisa, and they tied Lisa's right arm together with my left arm. And then we were to build a gingerbreadhouse, using our free hands only. The gingerbreadhouse wasn't a gingerbreadhouse however - it was a Waferhouse (rån)! Lisa used up a whole bag of icing on that extremely small house, and I put a whole bag full of candy wherever there was a small space missing. It was not very beautiful, but we were lucky because we realized when we were done, that the way that I had poured the small candies on top of the "roof", it had formed itself into an actually roof-looking roof! So we won! Hahahaha. We got to choose our own prize, either a bag of candy each or a bubble wand each! Not just any bubble wand though - the ones that make supergigantic bubbles! I've wanted to do that my whole life, and now I finally did! It was real fun. Me Lisa, Jenny and Alissa went outside after the youth group and blew bubbles all over the place.

Anyways, tomorrow's the Luciatrain at the Scandinavian Centre, I have to be there at eleven so have to get up at eight. I only have one thing to say about that.. goodnight!

Pictures from tonight's youth group

Jenny & Lisa

Jenny & Lisa again

Me, Lisa and our beautiful Wafer house "The Clump"! Everyone was supposed to name their house, so we named our winning masterpiece The Clump.

Lisa punching the piñata with Maddie's dad holding on to it wearing a wonderful table cloth around his head!

Jenny punching the piñata! Unfortunately, it broke before I had a go :(

Jenny outside blowing bubbles!


Captain Beckie Sparrow with her bubble wand!

They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy

Carole: VADÅ MÖGELOST?! Kanske lite. Egentligen stavas det Maírèad, är det bättre eller är det fortfarande lite mögelost-stuk? Bättre än Viggo i alla fall!

Mamma: Jaaa, jag vill till Thailand :D

So today was just a day. Wake up, school, go home. Basically. Oh no, wait! I went to the Scandinavian centre for the last time today. Apparently, the last adult class was last week, and I skipped that one to go hang out at Candace's, but at least I got to glue pieces of paper on to other pieces of paper for the kids, and make my fourhundredth Christmas cracker, and sing "tipp tapp tipp tapp tippetippetipp tapp, tipp, tipp, tapp". We got to watch Sune as well, I forgot how hilarious those movies actually are! I love old movies for kids, because they always seem to call each other "skitstövel" in them. Those are real movies for kids, in comparison to bloody Hannah Montana (although Jackson and Rico are hilarious, but still).

My bed looks sooooo comfortable right now and my book is sooooo good (still The Other Boleyn Girl, sure, just rub it in my face, why don't you). See ya'll tomorrow!

THAILAND COUNTDOWN: 14 DAYS TO GO! (Correct me if I'm wrong, which is most likely)


Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!

Mamma: Jag förstår inte riktigt, vad var det du svarade på när du skrev att man ska lyssna på dig alltid för du vet alltid bäst?

I was thinking about something. You know how celebrities are always talking about how media is twisting and turning every word they say and really sort of turn them into mashed potatoes (celebrities)? I never really understood what makes them think so, because in Sweden, it's never really that bad. Some people might think so, but that's nothing compared to what it is here. There's a news channel here that runs on one of the most popular channels on the best of times every day, and all they talk about is celebrities. And they are three news anchors talking about the celebrities and their every steps, and they analyze everything, arguing about who thinks right and who thinks wrong. Like for instance, they were talking about who the most provocative person is of Lady Gaga, Tiger Woods and Mel Gibson. They spent maybe twenty minutes discussing that, and that particular part has been on at least six times since I turned the tv on, which wasn't long ago. Also about how Portia de Rossi said that she's not going to participate in Dancing with the Stars. I mean, there's only so much you can discuss about that. It is really crazy here and now I understand what hyped people like Angelina Jolie and Robert Pattinson are talking about. Before I came here, I thought they were just being a bunch of whining brats who only complained because they didn't have anything better to say. But media here truly scrutinise people. Klart som freaking korvspad att dem är lite knäppa!

Speaking of scrutinising. Det finns tydligen en skvallerblogg om människor som bor i Nacka av alla ställen. Jag hörde talas om den för någon dag sen för att min kompis hade gått in på den och läst något om sig själv som var helt osant. Helt sjukt! Jag läste allt vad den där bloggen har skrivit och även om det inte är många i min ålder som de hittar på saker om, utan mest 96:or och 97:or (jag är 93:a), så finns det några som jag antingen känner eller vet vilka dem är. Vem sjutton är intresserad utav vad Johanna Lindström, 13 år, bor i Nacka, hade för sig lördagen den trettonde mars 2008? Ingen förutom hennes familj och kompisar vet vem hon är liksom. Hur sjutton har den bloggen fått 200 besökare? Den bloggen är den mest bisarra blogg jag någonsin läst. Den heter

Don't worry, you're just as sane as I am

Men snälla nån, tant Carole! Nu ska vi ha en liten namnlektion:


Bra namn:



Fast dem får du inte ta. Du kan få ta Ronja och Amadea. Kanske. De andra ska mina ungar ha.

Today was an extremely normal day. Apparently, we're gonna be walking around visiting other classes singing Christmas carols next week! The vocal tech students and guitar school students are divided into groups of six. The ones that I know in my group are Lillian, Farishteh and Sandra. So that's always good. Yeah and then I have a Spanish test tomorrow that I'm not feeling too positive about. My friend Sheldon who lives like five minutes away from my house, so we always go on the same bus, and he asked today if we were doing anything before I leave, and I mentioned Stanley Park, and he said that he really wants to go there now because they have this Christmas theme thing going on. Sounds really cool, I really can't wait, I have to go there!

I'm gonna read my book and sleeeeep now, buh byeee!

Today is exactly two weeks left until I go home. :'(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure

Måste bara säga mitt i spanskapluggandet; jag blev så sjukt sugen på sån där jägarpolkagrisstång från Gränna som smakar saltlakrits! Wow!

I sleepwalk, you see. That's why I always wear shoes to bed.

Mamma: Jag ska lätt va med i Guinness! Jag har frågat mig själv ett antal gånger om jag verkligen kommer lyckas ta mig från ett plan till ett annat på Chicagos flygplats. Jag som inte ens lyckas gå på bussen som en normal människa när jag har min badmintonbag med mig, fastnar alltid mellan varannat säte när jag går i gången.

Today was a weird, but fun, day. Started out pretty badly, Ken said last night that he'd wake me up at around six and then we'd leave at seven, because I started school at 7.30. And then he wakes me up at 8.05 and says that we're leaving in about five minutes! I'm like.. whaaaaat? Really, I have five minutes to get ready?! I had put my alarms on of course, I have seven alarms that all have the loudest volume on, and it's a freaking rooster so it's hard to miss. But I did this morning. So I ran into the bathroom and started, panicking, brushing my teeth. And two seconds later, Ken yells (like, in a pissed off kind of tone) "Rebecka, you have to come down now, we have to leave!". And I swear to god, those five minutes had not gone by yet, I'm not exaggerating when I say two seconds! So I get dressed superquickly and get down there about two minutes later, and the first thing Ken says is "you really need to wake up in time". On the way to my school, he's gonna drop Helen off at hers. So we come to her school, and the entrance is about twenty meters away from the road. But apparently, Helen's legs don't work so he drives her up as close to the entrance as he can get, even though it's gonna take us at least ten more minutes to get out of there because there's a big traffic jam right at the entrance. And then when she gets out, he explains why he's in such a rush. Guess why? Because his son, Chris, and his girlfriend wanted to come here this morning. No reason, they just felt like coming here, and so last night Ken told Chris that he could pick them up this morning, and so he did. What I don't see is why Chris and his girlfriend couldn't wait for five more minutes. People are seriously mentally retarded sometimes. That pissed me off so bad. And then a few hours ago, Ken asked if I have choir practice tomorrow morning, and I don't so he said he'll wake me up at around 7.15 and then we'll leave at 7.30. And I say, "are you kidding me? 15 minutes? I like to get up two hours before I leave the house, not any less than one hour". I swear to god he's gonna wake me up ten minutes before we have to leave tomorrow morning anyway, because that's what he's been doing every morning. I don't expect him to and I don't trust him to, so I always set seven alarms, but I don't hear them because I'm sleeping too heavily, because I had Spanish homework so I had to stay up late and do it. So here's my conclusion; everything evil in this world boils down to mr Kent.

One of the most awkward moments in my life happened in the Blues Theatre group meeting. See, I joined a theatre group that's pretty much a theatre group for amateurs held by my two friends Colin and Andy. I feel like I probably shouldn't be there, because this group is for people who haven't done any acting whatsoever before, but it won't hurt to go. If not just to kill time. So anyways, today we did a fun exercise that I really enjoyed actually, no matter how boring it sounds in black and white. We were to think of a character from any book or movie or play, an existing one. At first I did Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter, of course, she's the first that came to my mind. We were to take that character and get into that character's posture. So I did some kind of mixture between slouching and standing tall and proud like a ballerina at the same time. It was hard. It's kind of like being pissed off and superhappy at the same time. Then we were to change our character into another existing character, so I took Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. Partly because I love her, but mostly because I find that she's really easy to get into character with. I walked around being Luna Lovegood, holding my hands in front of me, walking with my feet pointing inwards, my hair down my back, head tilting slightly upwards, starring, dreamy eyes looking up in the ceiling and walking extremely slowly. It's always like that, the weirdest characters are the easiest ones to play.

Then we were to choose a partner to do a small play with. I ended up with a guy named Michael who I do not know. We got a three minute long play to rehearse for ten minutes and then perform in front of the group. Our play was about Roxanne and Gary, two 25-year olds who have been married for a year. They are getting ready for a party at Roxanne's work, and Gary starts fighting about how Roxanne's partying too much. This is where the awkward moment takes place. After we performed the play, we get all these comments that really made me happy, like my friend Christian right after they stopped clapping their hands, said "Rebecka, I loved you so much". Then we got a few more comments, and then Christian says "you guys look really good as a couple". Right then I just wanna smack him in the head. But then Michael puts his arm around my shoulders and says "yeah, I can see that too". And I don't know what to do, as the whole class goes "aaaaaaaawwww!" and expect me to say something, so I just stand there starring at Andy as if nothing just happened. That was just reaaaally awkward.

Anyways, there was the Winter Concert after school today. It's a concert with all the musical people in the school, including me since I'm in the choir. The choir performed, vocal jazz, jazz band, orchestra and like 100 more groups. Everything was really good, I so wish I could play like the trumpet or the trombone or drums or anything, and I so wish I never quit playing clarinet! I'm so stupid. The Blues Theatre meeting ended at around 5, and then I waited in the school until six when all the people who performed in the concert met, and then the concert started at seven. It went on until ten, so I was in school from starting at 7.30 in the morning, until 10 at night, which is 14 hours and 30 minutes. I'm pretty darn tired! So I'm going to sleep right now. Still have that stupid Spanish homework I got today to do. It's really retarded how I got the homework today, and because of the Blues Theatre meeting, and the concert, I really haven't had one minute to do it, so I have to stay up until around 12.30 at night to do it, or mr Kent is gonna freak. Cheeeeesus. Anyways, auf wiedersehen!

One thing I will not miss about Canada; the shower in this house. Well, Canadian showers in general because they all have such a wage stream, and me with all my hair, I can barely rinse it enough just to get the foamy shampoo out of it! But this shower, is like.. When you start it, it's always superfreakingicecold, so you always get a freaking heartattack. And then three seconds later, it gets boiling hot so you're about to die not just because it's boiling hot, but also because three seconds earlier, your body thought it was in Siberia during the ice age, and all of a sudden, you're inside of freaking Eyjafjallajökull (the Icelandic volcano).

I'm way too tired to upload pictures from my cell, will do that tomorrow instead.

Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter, her holding her hands in front of her & tilting her head slightly upwards like I did today when being her

By the way, she has the prettiest hair in the world

John Frusciante

I just realized that I might have to go up one hour earlier tomorrow morning, because I might have choir practice tomorrow. I'm not sure, it's just something I think I just sort of told myself over and over again that I now believe it's true. I would be an easy target for someone like Hitler. When I was little, I told my friends Johanna and Sophie so many times that I had a horse named Miranda, that eventually, I was convinced I did, and I've asked mum several times like, what happened to Miranda? Tss.

Very well. I'll just go to school one hour earlier tomorrow just in case. And I still haven't found my book yet! I swear to Cheesus it was right on the floor next to my bed this morning.


This is about how good it gets when it comes to my webcam + eleven o'clock at night. Looks more like Maria Montazami than me to be honest.

Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new

Jag godkänner inte riktigt min moster Caroles namnval på mina eventuella kommande kusiner (som iof inte kommer komma men ifall att!); Vincent, Viggo & Sixten.


Ursäkta? Dem är nästan lika illa som min syrras unge som tydligen ska heta Wåge. Man ba, va? Kan lika gärna döpa ungen till Åsne liksom. Åsne. Som en åsna. Som den där norska författaren, Åsne nånting. Åsne?! Men sen var hon ju norsk också.

Nu ska jag hoppa in i duschen, sen leta efter och förhoppningsvis hitta min bok så att jag kan läsa också. Hade en rätt så skum dag idag, hade kör och vocal tech på morgonen som vanligt. Sen så trodde jag att jag skulle iväg med kören på nästa lektion, vilken är spanska, så jag sa till mr Kent att jag inte skulle komma på den lektionen. Visade sig att jag visst hade spanska, men eftersom att jag redan hade sagt till mr Kent att jag inte skulle komma så kändes det ju onödigt att göra det. Så jag satt i cafeterian med Courtney tills det var dags att åka till Lougheed Mall med kören för att uppträda två gånger för vem som nu kände för att lyssna. Det gick fint, fick improvisera lite på de två låtarna jag inte kunde för fem öre. Det gick väl sådär, men jag överlevde skammen. Samma sak hände dock en timma senare, då vi var tillbaka på skolan och uppträdde inför lärarna. Men det gick fint. Klappade händer och gungade till höger och vänster för att gömma det faktum att min mun mimade något helt annat än vad de andra sjöng. Vi fick chokladklubbor och presentkort på Orange Julius (en juice/glass-bar), jag fick två presentkort för att.. jag vet inte riktigt. Mrs Sluyter gillar mig antar jag.

Gammal bild från "sminkrummet" (hemkunskapsrummet i min skola) på inspelningen av den där zombiefilmen

Come from far away you to greet, you by the fire and we in the street

Jag satt och funderade på en sak. Vad i hela friden gör Kenza till en sån stor bloggare? Vad har hon som inte jag har liksom? (Förutom ett liv...................................................... mamma, nu skojade jag). Kom på att det kanske är egobilderna? Ska jag börja ta fler egobilder och se ifall det hjälper? Kan ju testa i några dagar. Premiär för ego-Beckie!

Sen så har ju Kenza i alla fall en sak som jag inte har; nämligen en hyfsad webkamera. Nåja, ni får la ta och gå vidare med era liv ändå! Försöka i alla fall.

Viewer discretion is advised. The following program contents coarse language.

HJÄLP! En till mänska som inte är min mamma eller moster Carole (så vitt jag vet) har kommenterat! Gaaah! Vart kommer dem ifrån?! Nu har LJ kommenterat. Cheesus. Ja, LJ, Harry Potter var sjuuuuuuukt bra!!!! Kommer dö innan tvåan kommer, shiiiit vad långt det är kvar.

So yeah, anyways. This day kind of sucked complete horseshit. Got tricked by this "ooohh Swedish girl"-dude, he went totally mad when I said I'm from Sweden. I was looking for the Christmas parade I was going to, and as soon as I said "excuse me" (I'm not even kidding, that's all I said and I swear to Jesus, he asked me the question before I had time to finish saying "me"), he asked me if I'm from Germany. I said no, I'm from Sweden, and how did you know? And he said "I could tell by your accident. Now, I'm not saying that you have a strong accent, but you have a slight accent, yeah." And after that he said that, he went completely crazy, going "Oh really, you're from Sweden?" at least four times and highfived me twice because of that. Then I asked for the way to the parade, thought he'd know because he was handing out flyers with information about the parade. He said that he's an employee so he had a map in his pocket so that he would be able to tell people if they asked him, so he showed me on the map, and said that if I walk along Georgia Street for about seven blocks, and then make a right at Howe Street, and then walk until I get to the Howe/Davie intersection, I'll be right where the parade is. So I walked along Georgia. And walked. And walked. And walked. Eventually, I asked another person, and he said that it was way up right next to the Bay (which is where I asked the dude). So I started walking all the way back. Turns out Howe street was like three meters away from where I asked the dude for the way to it. I cursed him for fooling me and cursed the parade for by then having ended, so I looked for the nearest Subway and ate.

Tomorrow's choir performance in Lougheed Mall all day, and after school performance for the teachers. So no Spanish for me, wohoooo! Now I'm just gonna watch 50 first dates and then go to sleep. Goodnight!

Old picture taking in Hemlock up in the mountains

Sunday 5th of December

Holaaa! Gonna jump into the shower real quickly and then go down with Candace to see a Christmas parade downtown. Was at Candace's last night as well, we watched two really weird movies. Think I'm gonna go to IKEA after the parade, 'cause Candace has cheer, 'cause I need to buy kaviar. See you later alligator!

In lack of pictures from here, here's one from Edinburgh, Scotland, obviously


I wonder if my Canadian friend knows she liked a Norwegian thing on Facebook..

It's too small. It says "Eminem synger "I'm not afraid" og så er man egentlig livredd ;PPpPpPPPpp"

Saturday 4th of December

I'm supposed to be in the Danish church right now practising for the Lucia train. It didn't happen :(  Waited for the bus for half an hour, then realized that even if the bus would come now, it'd be too late. Hate the buses up here.

Anyways. Was bored after school yesterday and all my friends were working, so I went to IKEA and ate meatballs and drank julmust. Soooo good! Don't know what to do today, everyone is working today too. Gonna see if Candace wants to do something after her cheer-practice. Might go downtown before that.

See ya'll!

Eye-Toy at Candace´s :D

Sweet perfume and columbine

I DID IT!!!!! I managed to hand the law assignment in on time! I was so stressed out, really didn't think I had enough time. I even did one thing wrong that I didn't notice until right after I finished it, I was supposed to write three character analysises, and one of them was on the wrong person. But I added the right person during lunch break, so it's all good. Hopefully I'll get some bonusmarks for doing four instead of three analysises..

Vocal tech was so much fun today. We didn't do anything (not saying that singing isn't fun because it is, this day was just unusual but not better than the singing days!), we got to choose between practising in the recording studios or watching rock school have their jam, so me and Lillian chose to sit on the floor talking/sleeping. It was very good. Spanish was the same as always. Law as well, though handing that assignment in on time gave me such a rush and all I want to do right now is study, so I'm seizing the moment now because tomorrow that urge will be gone. In drama, me and Hannah were the only ones from our group there so we couldn't really work on our Medieval European Theatre project, so we were comparing how alike German and Swedish are (she's German). Found out that there's apparently a language in Sweden called Meänkieli (tornedalsfinska apparently).

Was supposed to go to the Scandinavian Centre after school, but I went to the mall to hang out with Candace after school for just a while, and thought that I'll come there in time for the adult class. And then Candace asked me if I wanted to go and hang out at her place, and how could I resist? We played something that me and my friend Molle always played in like 4th/5th grade on her PlayStation called EyeToy. It gave me such flashbacks and was so much fun! We also played this hilarious, really trippy Shrek-game on her PlayStation. It was so much fun. You were four different characters from Shrek, and you walked around killing knights, frogs and spiders. Oh, and giant tin men in gold.

Anyways, have to go to sleep now. Tomorrow's just a normal school day + dance & choir. Ballroom in danceclass, help! Goodnight!

Picture my friend Oda took of me (left) and my friend Felizia last winter


Johnny; Jag ringde faktiskt och skulle säga grattis igårkväll men du svarade inte.

I am so tired I think I'm gonna die. But no matter how tired I am, I have to stay awake until I finish this law assignment that is due tomorrow. I know that I shouldn't start on it now, but even though I knew all the time that it was due on December 2nd, I didn't realize that it's already December. Time just goes way too quickly here. But the assignment is looking good so far, even though I've basically done nothing. I'm supposed to write a summary of a movie called Presumed Innocent (with one my my favourite actors, Harrison Ford), plus character analysis of the three main persons, and legal terms and concepts used in the movie. So far, I've only done the character analysis of Harrison's character, started on one of the other ones, and written one sentence of the movie summary. Oh well, I'll just have to make sure to get this done as quickly as possible. I'll post it here when I'm done.

Today wasn't very unlike all the other days, except for the fact that we had a professional bellydancer to come in and teach us some basics in danceclass. It was so much fun, and I didn't do that bad! When it was time to perform, she divided us into two groups, and when my group performed in front of the other one, one of the guys in the group even pointed at me and I heard him saying to the person sitting next to him, "look at Rebecka, she's the only one who actually can do this stuff", haha! I honestly thought I was the worst one in the whole group, it all just felt so weird. The bellydancer is going to come in on Friday too, and give us a lesson in ballroom. That's gonna be scaaaryyyy!

The cast & crew of the zombiemovie I was in. Can you see me?

Happy Birthday

Ja må han leva, ja må han leva, ja må han leva uti hundrade år! Ja, visst ska han leva, ja, visst ska han leva, ja, visst ska han leva uti hundrade åååååår. Hurra, hurra, hurra för Johnny (min brorsa)!

(Han fyller tjugonio (OMG). Känns som igår då han var en liten buddha på ett bast.)

Me and brother Johnny are extremely beautiful


Hejsaaaan! I can't really believe it either, but after I post this, I'm actually going to bed! I'm not gonna turn the light out, I'm gonna write in my diary and read a bunch in my book (still working on The Other Boleyn Girl) and the historybook. But still! It's bloody amazing.

Spent drama class in a filming booth with Courtney, Nicole, Sienna, Ben, Peter and Angie today, going through three stages. First stage; discovering how much more like a guy Justin Bieber sounds in his new song. Second stage; get paralyzed with amazement over the fact that he transformed from a six yearold girl to the 17-yearold guy he is in like a day. Third stage; tell the whole school.

Had a Spanish test as well today that did not go so well. Got I think 34/44. Oh well. Can't expect me to get great results two days in a row.

By the way. I just have to say this. Mr. Kent's teaching philosophy is completely mental. There was one thing on the test that I got wrong; I was supposed to write the verb in the present progressive, but apparently, I put it in the past progressive. What did I learn from it? Well, he did tell me how to conjugate a verb into the present progressive - but it's not like I remember it now. And it's not like no matter how many times I go over it, I'm never going to learn what reflexive pronouns, present progressive, possessive pronouns, reflexive pronouns in the past progressive is. And why do students take this course? Well, mostly because we have to, but what's the original idea? To learn Spanish. And what kind of Spanish am I learning when all we do in class is listening to mr. Kent only mentioning the terms, but never actually telling us how to conjugate them? And when to use them? This is a typical mr. Kent conversation;

- Keziah, translate that sentence for us.
Keziah tries and fails.
- No, not in the past progressive, you have to conjugate it into reflexive pronouns in the present progressive. Try again.
And then he keeps staring at Keziah, expecting the answer to magically pop into her head. And he stares at her until he finally says;
- Someone hasn't been brushing up on their conjugations.
When really, it's impossible to brush up on something we haven't covered yet. Dear jesus. And don't say "well, why don't you just tell him to go over things a bit more carefully". Believe me, ever since he came to this school God knows how many years ago, people have been trying to make him understand that it doesn't matter if you know what reflexive pronouns are, if you know how to use the verb. He asked me when someone asked him what past progressive is, "Rebecka, you should know, since you learned English". When I said no, he was all "well, oaföpsd..." mumbling all those weird things in Spanish that he does whenever he's proven wrong. Because how is it that I can speak English so fluently, without knowing when to conjugate a verb into past progressive?! Impossible!!!!! How is it that I can speak English, without thinking at every verb, "okay, so here I need to conjugate it into the past progressive". How is it that since third grade when I started learning English at school, I have never thought "okay, so here I need to conjugate it into the past progressive". I have never had to use no kind of verb-stem-changing-conjugation or whatever, maybe I'm magical, somehow I doubt it. Maybe it's just that once you get a hang of it, it'll come automatically. And "learning" it this way, we're never going to get a hang of it. I intend to learn how to speak Spanish fairly fluently enough, and so I'm going to have to learn it by myself because I sure won't learn it here. I'm in bloody grade twelve and I still don't know what nouns are! I can't even give you a definition of substantives. I'm a bad case, I know, but I have never needed it. I've studied Spanish for five and a half year now, and up until this point, I've never needed to know what a substantive is. This semester worth of learning Spanish, is about a week worth of learning with my previous teachers. That's how good a teacher mr. Kent is, and he is seriously getting on my last nerve. I wouldn't care if he was just telling us to learn this stuff, but being in that classroom is scary. I'm not even joking, or exaggerating at all. Being in that classroom, getting questioned and judged and even if you get the answer right, he pretends he didn't hear what you said and pretends that you said something completely different and starts yelling at you for saying the wrong thing, it's just nerve-wrecking. Because no matter if you say the right or wrong answer, he's going to get up and have a speech about you not being a reasonable person. Especially for me, because I have more school work to do than the other students because I have the history stuff to do for my Swedish school, so I don't have time to do what mr. Kent expects of me and study Spanish every day. Last week we had to do three exercises in the book for homework, and I did two out of them because I simply did not have time with having homework in every single one of the other three subjects, plus the Swedish school. And so he said that I'm being an unreasonable person, and that my number one priority is being a student. Don't you think that I just wanted to flick my wand and say "accio pie" and throw the pie in his face and say to him that my number one priority is the Swedish school, not this school because I don't get any credit for it, my grades are not for real, and the very least priority in this school is this class. At the beginning of the year I told him that my grades aren't for real and that if I ever don't have my homework done or whatever, it is not because I simply didn't want to do it which is what he's accusing me for, but because I had other stuff that are in priority. But he got it all wrong and eventually, it came down to him saying that he's glad that I have finally understood that I'm a student just like everyone else. But the thing is that I need him to understand that I can't study Spanish every day, because as it is now, he is going to have a talk with me every day because I don't study Spanish every day. And believe me, it is not pleasant and I swear to God, eventually I'm gonna start crying right in front of him! My friend Hailey is freaking out too because she has a speech problem, she can't pronounce u's, not in English, Spanish, Turkish, Arabic or whatever the heck the language might be. But he says everytime that he hears that she says the u's wrong, that she needs to learn how to pronounciate because otherwise she's going to fail, even though it's nothing she can controll.

Okay. Now I freaked out for a second, I'm done ventilating. Going to bed to read, goodnighty mates!

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