eggs and wine.

Jarrad Italia. Thank you for following my blog. You rock.
See people, you'd all get that kind of attention if you would just get your thumbs out of your asses and click on the -follow this blog- link. but really Jarrad, miss you man.

Okay so, today I'm going to be talking to you about the relations between global warming and the ecological methods used to prevent it in the northern countries. Or i might just discuss the fact that in the beginning, there must have been someone who once said: see that chicken over there? I'm gonna eat the next thing he pops out of his butt.

Today, our teacher advised us to go out and try the famous french wine that comes out the 22 of november every year. Apparently, this wine is so awesome that it is against the law (seriously) to serve it at restaurants before the 22nd. So as cultural as I am, I went out with this cool american girl in my class to try it and as told, the beaujolais wine was everywhere!!! at 2 euros a glass, we got wasted. Thank you, french wine events. To our defense, what signifies the beaujolais is that it's meant to be enjoyed immediately and not be left to age, so I think we handled that pretty well.

In other news, it is officially on. I am moving to Florence the 3rd of september. I could not look forward to it more. As cheesy as it sounds, i've been listening to nothing but italian music all week thinking "soon, I could be singing along!!!" dormi sepolto in un campo di grano...! or something like that.

ok goodnight

//yasnaeatdrunk

Think thought thought.

The trail of thought fascinates me. We’ve all been there, trying to study, watch a movie, read a book. The slightest distraction makes your mind wander from point A to point Z, when really we can usually only afford to go to point B, at most C. I was reading an article about the human mind the other day (I totally wasn’t, I was reading a Garfield comic on the metro before school) when a girl beside me lifted her arm really fast to scratch her head, it was a bit creepy. A crazy spiral of thoughts and 3 metro stops later, my mind had gone from Garfield’s shenanigans to the very relevant question: is it true that a turtle’s eyes pop if put in the microwave?
Here’s how that happened, thought by thought:

1. what if the zipper on her sleeve was broken forming a sharp tip, and I was sitting a little closer to her, and she would have scratched my face. Wow she would have felt sooo bad. I would have needed stitches, oh the drama…
   
2. damn that was crazy how the interns were cutting their arms and stitching each other up on grey’s anatomy just to practice. That show is awesome. Dr. Yang is a hoot. She sounds all wrong in the dubbed french version though.
   
3. frenchies dub everything. It really spoils them. Use your brain cells idiots, would it hurt to at least understand another language? I hate spoiled people, with their money and their laziness…
   
4. you know who was spoiled? Christina Applegate in Married with Children. That was an awesome show. She was a hoot. I loved that episode where they put a turtle in the microwave and his eyes popped..
   
5. wait why did they do that? Would a turtles eyes really make that loud popping noise?
   

Et voila. I had to get off at the next stop.

/yasnaeatturtle

Yasna 3:16

I am Yasna. You can call me your awesomeness. Those of you who knew me before I left my hood back in Suède, know that I used to be quite good at blogging. We had some good times together, blogger and I. Blogging was even my bitch at one point. Then one day, I just didn't have it in me. I’d sit for hours, write something, and delete it. After a while I just didn't try anymore cause you know, I got a life n I was living it... Good news though, I figured out that that is probably to my advantage, so now I’m all about the blog.

First thing's first: I'm ditching the swedish. fact is I probably have more english speaking people likely to give a crap. But hey, that wont really be a problem now will it? ..other than the fact that I grew up in a place where speaking English in public gives you one hell of a so called IB-label (IB, international baccalaureate, the snobby know-it-all wannabe kids roaming the streets of Malmö abusing the word “like” as if it killed their brothers and raped their mothers…no offense…) But that’s okay, I am way past that, english is just more practical of a language to blog in. Aint no shame in my game.

So paris has been amazing, and you will hear more about it later since I’m still soaking in its glory, but for the time being, I must pass this message on to my lover:

I heart thee, Paris. But lets face it, we’ve grown apart. I know that you throw parties on your pretty bridges for your slutty tourists without me, and you know that I google other capitals late at night. Its okay Paris, you are a confident, popular place. who wouldn’t fall in love with you?? But you and I can’t go on like this. As much as I love you, the passion is gone…. I think we should see other cities.

So, if you’ve been dead the past few days…then you probably still are. But if you’ve been hibernating somewhere, stuck on an island Crusoe-style, or if you're just plain stupid, then let me update you. Obama won the US elections, Yay! Never thought I’d see the day where the majority of the states…okay yeah we’ve all heard that last part. Anyway, imagine the party that was going on at Oprah's last Wednesday. She must have been throwing her favorite things all over the place in pure joy!

Well ladies and jellybeans, I am off to sip some expensive corona beer and enjoy the thought of having a place to bullshite again. glad to be back!

/ Yasnaeatbamboo