Hometown tourist.

Last night I was talking to my bestest friend in the world on msn, and I came up with this great idea that today I was going to play tourist in my hometown and take pictures for him. I decided that it would be very interesting for him to see this, since he lives in London, and doesn't really see anything because of the smog. Amirite Adam? You know I am.

So this morning I packed my high quality camera (yes, that is irony), a bottle of water, some bread and took Dexter with me to the city, to do something that I've not really done before, walk around, without shopping in mind.


Our first stop was the bird pond, where we fed the ducks. Crazy mofos they are those birds, I think I almost started a war when I fed them, they were chasing eachother trying to get the bread pieces. If I'd known they be this hungry I would have brought a whole lot more bread! I will do that next time, since feeding the ducks was something both me and Dexter enjoyed.


I wasn't sure of where to go at first, because the only plan I really had, and the pictures I promised Adam was of the castle cannons and the ducks in the pond.

When we walked through the park, so many thoughts were running through my head, and it was there that I realised how beautiful this city really is. It has so many green areas, which invites to so many recreational activities. And it makes me wonder why I still haven't gone there just to relax and read a book, something I've had plans of doing for the last 2-3 years. I will do it, one day!



When we got up to the castle I met quite a lot of other tourists, running around taking pictures. most of them from further away than me I'm guessing, but it made me feel less awkward when I started taking pictures of everything. The cannons aiming towards the church seemed like an especially popular target for more people than me. The view from up there is quite amazing, no matter what direction you face, there is something beautiful that will catch your eye. Something that caught my eye, and always does when I'm there is the botanical garden. It looks so beautiful, and it's quite amazing that I've never been there. Yet again, it makes me wonder why I never taken the time to go explore my hometown fully. This place is loaded with history, beautiful buildings, museums, parks and of course the botanical garden.

I realise that I am a tourist in my own hometown. I know of all these places, but I've never been to experience them myself. Seeing them when you drive by, is far from the same thing as actually go there. Experience it.

It's weird. When I travel to other places I always take the opportunity to see some of the local sights, so I just don't get why I never have done it here, where I live. It is something that I want to do, something that I need to do, because it makes me feel dumb knowing that I haven't. There is so much history here and in the surrounding areas.



This got me thinking of something else. I've always had a interest in history, Swedish history in particular. It angers me how easily it's being forgotten, especially by the younger people, even by myself. It's our heritage and something we should be proud of. It's where we come from and what's gotten us to where we are today. It just pisses me off to see our country and it's people not knowing, or caring enough, to see that we do have a rich history. Something to be proud of. Instead we just let it fade away, and we've become a country without identity. A country where patriotism is considered something dirty and shameful. Something we do not speak of, in fear of being classed as political incorrect, and that is something worse than cancer.


We encourage free thinking, and praise the freedom of speech. As long as it fits the media approved frame, where words such as patriotism, proud, heritage and swedish is not allowed, unless you use them together with the word shame. Everyday there is at least something in the media that points out that you should be thankful that you are born in Sweden, but not thankful in a good way. They want you to feel guilty about it, and make you open your wallet and give to those less fortunates being born somewhere else in the world. 



Well fuck you, I say. I'm swedish and I'm proud of it, I love my country, and you can never take that away from me, no matter how many guilt trips you try to send me on. This doesn't make me a racist in any way. It just makes me genuine, real person, with a free mind and are able to use it. An ability I wish more people would have.

Oh well, there is nothing like a little bit of raging a saturday afternoon. But I think that before I start of my Mel Gibson speech about taking lives and freedom, I will open my bottle of wine now, and start sending some pictures to the lovely Adam. And to think he didn't believe it when I said we had street signs that lets cats know where it's ok to cross the road!

Got the house all to myself this weekend, and I decided I should treat myself. Got a bottle of strawberry wine and sushi. It's been too long since I had sushi, and it was lovely! Problem now is that I am way too full of sushi to be able to enjoy the wine. Oh the problems of modern day society!

I love you sushi, let's never fight again...

Happy, slow summer days. Spending my days listening to Sopor Aeternus and just being lazy. The album "Les Fleurs Du Mal" is so lovely, and I just can't get enough of it. The song "Little bar of soap" makes me smile, and this one is just... Oh so beautiful.

1,2...10,..67

I've bought a step calculator and new workout shoes! Been thinking about it for some time now, and I finally decided it was time to get off my growing ass and start exercise. Well ok, ok I won't be any workout freak, I'm far too lazy for that, but seeing as I do walk my dogs every day, I thought it would be cool to have a way of measuring how far I actually walk, how many calories I burn, pulse etc, and compare it to the daily recommendations. New healthy life, here I come!

Lovely Friday

It's been a really nice day today. Met up with my sweethearts downtown for a lovely lunch, had a nice chicken salad and a big latte for desert. Haven't had coffee in days, so it was oh, so sweet.

After lunch we stopped by this little shop that were selling out everything due to them closing, and I made some real nice bargains. A super cute black dress with purple polkadots, and purple buttons from Hell Bunny, and a pretty simple black jacket from Criminal damage. I also got a everyday jumper and a purple lip gloss from stargazer. I only payed 30% of the retail price, so needless to say I'm quite happy about my findings!

I have also decided that it is time for a new hair colour, or hairstyle. I loved my yellow hair, but it's hard to keep it good looking. It needs re-colouring after almost every wash to keep it in the shade I want. So either I dye my hair purple or get new dreads. Would like a mix of curly dreads in cream, aqua and pink, I think that would make a nice set. Just need to find someone close by that can help me get them in. Oh well, that's for another day! Now I must play a little World of Warcraft and kill some people, there is nothing like the joy of slaughter to make you relax!

The pain, the pain, the PAIN.

I'm in so much pain. The whole left side of my face is hurting, and it hurts like hell when I swallow. 

It hurts more now than it did before I went to the dentist. He said that it might hurt a bit for a few days and I got recommended to eat painkillers 3-4 times a day for 5 days, but I had no clue it would be like this! I should've just asked someone to knock the tooth out of my mouth, I'm guessing it would've been less painful. And no, I'm not exaggerating! 

Apparently there was caries in my tooth that had reached the root canal causing an infection. The procedure to fix the tooth wasn't painful at all, thanks to the anaesthetic, but oh so unpleasant. Getting the anaesthetic hurt like hell too, and he hit a nerve with the needle while doing it, which was very painful. 

And then the sound of the drill...

That horrible, horrible sound. I'm actually quite shocked over my own reaction when I got into the dentist chair. My heart was rushing, I had a cold sweat and I just couldn't relax. They asked me several times to try and relax but I just coulnd't bring myself to it, it was just aweful. At one point I even wished I had brought someone with me, like when you always had your mum holding your hand when you were little. At one point I panicked, shook my head and closed my mouth. Yes, very good Erica, the drill almost hit another tooth too. Good thing nothing bad happened out of it, if we're not going to count my increasing feelings of panic. 

All in all I can only confirm that going to the dentists is very unpleasant and horrifying. Just as I imagined it, and some more.

The procedure didn't take more than 45 minutes, felt like it was hours though. When I was done and got out of there, I sat down on a bench and feeling the panic and fear leave my body I almost broke down in tears. I can't really believe myself, that my dental fear was this strong, but I know now that it is real. And to all those people that think I'm silly , exaggerating and should just get over it, well fine. It's not like I will care if you ever have a situation of feeling terrified, having panic attacks or anxiety, that's where the beauty of being a narcissist steps in. But I do however hope that those people one day will experience something of the above themselves.

Hi Goat.

I did it. I called the dentists and made an appointment for tomorrow! Whether I will survive this ordeal or not, remains to be seen. Yes, I might die out of fear, you never know!
  I'm actually really nervous about this, and not looking forward to it at all. I'm also quite sure that after my tooth  gets filled, the hole that was in it, will be transfered to my wallet. Bloody dentists!

Tonight I took Dexter to the lake for a swim, and we met these goats. Goats are just awesome, now I really want a goat.