I'm great at studying!

Well, at least at making others study. Being me I am quite surprised that I did manage to actually do some semblance of studying at all yesterday.

However, my presence alone helped my sister study all the better. So, while I was actively procrastinating my studies, all too busy knitting my scarf that paradoxically enough brings to mind a lovely Jamaican air, she was tapping away on her computer. I must say... I do a helluva good job motivating others.

And when she felt she had studied enough I started making her search for various music on Spotify. Before long we were listening to some weird Rastafari shit, all in honour of my scarf-knitting of course.

We amicably ended the evening with some Weird Al Yankovich while my sister was scrambling to get ready for her Funk dance session at the gym. And I was procrastinating going out in the cold in order to go to the stables. For once, though, my procrastination failed me and I found myself shivering in the stable less than an hour later. Not to mention the fact that I almost froze my face off while taking the old horse for a walk. When will this winter end?

Group pressure vs Cat 1-0

Everybody seems to be blogging these days. So who am I to play the rebel? Even though I have no idea what to write, how to write, which language to write in or even if I should spread my words where unsuspecting souls might stumble upon them...

"I blog therefore I am" or something such seems to be the theme of our generation.

Today we had another one of those oh so lovely winter days here in northern Sweden. I'm talking about snow dust and so much ice the Swedish national hockey league would've been able to practise comfortably. And, of course, idiots in expensive tin cans thinking that absolutely everyone drives cars with anti-spin and ABS-breaks. It was moderately amusing to drive along the E4 highway surrounded by people whose lives are so important that they happily risk everything and everyone just to get home half a minute earlier than they would've if they'd driven sensibly. Apparently it's crucial to spare that half of a minute on Fridays.

Anyway, I managed to drive home from the stables physically, if not mentally, unharmed. I guess I can view that as a small victory in a very large war.

As most of you probably have noticed way before I did it's Friday today, at least here in Sweden. And poor student that I am I will spend yet another Friday night mooching off the alcohol fumes that, like a dark menacing cloud on the horizon of my mental peace, are leaking out from my neighbour's apartment. I've said it before and will most likely say it again...

Once upon a time I used to dislike R'n'B. Then came my neighbour. And now, whenever I hear that specific brand of music, I am overcome with a desperate urge to grab the closest axe, rush outside and swing it mindlessly at anything and anyone in my vicinity. Preferably that anyone would be my neighbour but I'm not picky. Once I'd tired myself out with this quite counter-productive activity I would then crawl into a dark corner and rock back and forth, sobbing pathetically while muttering that 50 Cent told me to do it.

It'll be quite interesting to see where tomorrow finds me.