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I just got back from my trip to Copenhagen! That’s in Denmark. That’s not the same thing as Sweden. No I didn’t go to Christiania. For those of you who don’t know what that is, Christiania is this cultish freetown area in dt Copenhagen where you can like smoke/sell (?) weed aka any North American high school. The drive down was short af because dad(Tore) pit stopped and let us each get three candies at the gas station!!!! We hit up Helsingborg, Sweden’s windiest city (exotic!!), which lived up to its rep and was indeed windy af, but we still chose to have drinks on a patio outside on a cold October night in Sweden because why not. The next day we drove down to Denmark and hit up Tivoli (duh) (amusement park), which was super cute and Halloween themed plus they had glögg sooo #christmastime. Liquid courage was employed for certain rides by some but frowned upon by others, siting 11 am as `too early.´ To each their own. John then proceeded to rip his pants for the first time that day by straddling a hay thing. We met up withsome Danes and Norwegians for a night out where no one really understood anything anyone said but it was lit anyway. We were promised interactions with Icelanders but never got to meet them… even though we were at the same places… don’t knowwhat THAT was about. We started off at a grunge bar somewhere in Copenhagen named Miami something (?) and ended up at a place where the dj booth was in a safari jeep and there was this huge metal crocodile in the middle of the dance floor. Unclear. John ripped his second pair of pants and we all called it a night. For those of you who doubted us making it back alive.. hazzaa. Shoutout to Tore for keeping us on lock. The drive back was however 5 hours too long and plagued by my self-reflection on how poorly people understood my danish. This was probably the only sad thing about the trip, other than Johns pant situation #rip (get it). No one understood my danish even though I pretty much speak it fluently and hold a minor in Rasmus Seebach songs. Alas, i shall work on my accent and come out swinging. Until next time københavn. Tata.
It’s really cold in Sweden rn. And it’s tricky because the suns out and the sky is blue so you THINK that you can wear whatever. If, however, you go outside without the entirety of your skin shielded you will literally lose the limb that said uncovered skin resides upon. It will physically pop off your body and freeze right in front of you. Ive spent the week studying nutrition (snore) and building IKEA furniture with Team Norway who obviously lost the IKEA race due to poor form and not knowing the words to the danish tracks I dj:ed. This weekend we were SUPPOSED to go to Copenhagen since school is pretty chill rn. I was also supposed to go visit my fam in Stockholm which was an awkward clash of interest. Instead I got an interview for SF (frosh leader) which was surprising. Whoever the jury was must have an impeccable sense of humor and just been like: This one. This is the one. Finally, someone who brags about being the last one on the dance floor at three a.m. and lines their application with just the right amount of ###hashtags!! Unfortunately not Denmarking leaves us with no solid weekend plans in Linköping. Cue sad violin music. Octoberfest tickets sold out (except we can come wait in line incase someone doesn’t show #desperation #plana) and minigolf closes at 4pm. We’re literally going to have to go bowling. And not even glowbowling. Shout out 3rd street bowl #northvan. Maybe if the flashcards my mom fedexed from Canada arrive soon Ill study and make those. Bazinga. But yeah that is correct, my mom is sending me flashcards from Canada. Sweden doesn’t have them. And no I can’t just cut out my own. Stop asking that like it’s a relevant option. That takes hella time and Im just not about that life. Today I had a second fire in my apartment. Impressive I know. It was less of a fire though and more of a thick mass of smoke that stank, blurred my vision and alarmed my neighbours. It was my microwave this time and the cinnamon buns again so my conclusion is that the buns are haunted. And no I haven’t acquired a fire alarm nor extinguisher because I feel like its just annoying to have the alarm go off all the time. I have however purchased Airwick so I can get rid of the burnt smell. That, ladies and gents is called being proactive. I did, in the heat of the moment (haha heat get it, fire) pull out all of the plugs by the microwave, for obvious reasons, and then pretty promptly left for school. When I got home I realized that I had pulled out the plug for the fridge/freezer which absolutely blows and is something I should probs deal with instead of writing this. The thugs on my block (two 12 year old boys named Olle and Peter) also keep turning my bike light on at night. I’ve become really paranoid and spend an unhealthy amount of time at my window trying to catch them red-handed. I’m literally that one old person in movies who is super grumpy and
definitely has a shotgun on their porch hates kids. But swear to Dog, if they turn my light on one more time I’m gunna flip. I’ve inhaled a lot of smoke lately and am very close to losing it..
GOODafternoon and welcome. Today we thought it was kanelbullens dag (cinnamon bun day), which is a national holiday in Sweden. Bigger than Christmas actually, so everyones preeeeetty excited. Only it turns out that kanelbullens dag is actually on Tuesday. Better safe than sorry…The Linköping crew went all out with the celebration, both spiritually and physically, sacrificing time, emotion and flour to make these coveted golden brown pieces of edible blessings. My oven did however catch on fire which was a minor inconvenience. Future cake boss John attempted to blow out the fire until we, in a calm and collected tone, reminded him that water was probably best. It's in moments like this where you realize that you don't have a fire extinguisher and should probably get one. Also that your apartment doesn't have a fire alarm. But that seems like someone else's problem.
This has been a super productive weekend actually as I, after showering in the dark for a week, also finally switched the light bulb in my bathroom. Look dad! All grown up!
That’s it. That’s literally all I’ve done. That and shamelessly amped my blog at various social events and socialmedia. People love it.
This weekend I’ve actually also studied liver anatomy WOO! and found this really good site with like dope diagrams and such and also like all the Latin terms beside the Swedish names, which is helpful. But after a while I’m thinking to myself that the Latin looks pretty weird. Like there are a lot of m, u and ks… but I mean its not like I speak Latin fluently or anything so Idk I keep going thinking that like maybe the people who picked the Latin names for the liver were bored and got quirky you know? So there we go.. Minding my own b, just doing me and then after literally 5 pages of notes I go to site the source and see that the url is .fi.
.fi as in Finland. Fucking Finland. Fin. Land.
SO now I know the anatomy of the liver in Finnish, not Latin. Which I’m sure, will get me super far in life #keskuslaskimo.
The bright side is that now I can probably (!!) bond with the Finnish kids in my program. I think they’re getting tired of me greeting them with my one Finnish phrase: Hirven Mulko. Moose penis. Getting international!!!
Nej fy. Ville bara prova det en gång. Nu vet jag hur det känns. What’s up team? This past week I’ve been plagued by a case study involving the breakdown of alcohol in the bloodstream, which has been excessively depressing. We also had two days off in the middle of the week because the med admin schmucked up the schedule. Not complaining. This whole blog thing is giving me a bit of anxiety because I don’t really know what to write slash know if I want people to read. Also yall keep correcting my grammar. Let a girl LIVE. Prestationsångest! (S/o RatchetRachel)At the same time, I like the attention and the idea that people are actually interested in my stupid life so I’ve been giving the link to literally strangers on the street. I am a person of extremes, its fine. I've been starting to miss the mountains back in Van lately, as well as the ocean. As I’ve mentioned on other media platforms I usually, in missing Vancouver, Google image Birkenstocks and get over it real quick. I'm literally in the middle of Sweden and there’s absolutely nothing here except for a train station which means that sometimes you can leave Lol kidding, Linköping.. Pronounced LincheuuuPING is actually a really cute city with this river and nice architecture etc. etc. Don’t put it as a destination on your bucketlist but like trust me when I say it’s livable. A goddamn mountain would however be nice. Not that I would hike it but the thought would be there. My neighbour, who has taken the place of my annoying little brother, (fabe the babe shout out), (lol like he reads this), was standing outside my door the other day and had according to him, been standing there waiting for me for 30 minutes, his reason being that he wanted to see the inside of my door. Yup. You read that right. Note that this is not me exaggerating. I got a new door and he, who would be getting the same door within literally 12 hours, just really wanted to see the other side of mine. My new door has a digital eyehole thing so its like a camera which is cool. And will make it easier for me to avoid my neighbor in the hallway. I also have to read this random ass book for school. But I got it as an audiobook so im gonna do the thing where you fall asleep listening to it and then wake up having it imprinted in your soul. Pretty sure that’s a thing. Saw it on Friends. EDIT: the audio link didn’t work so I fell asleep to fetty wap. I know what youre thinking, if this soul imprint thing works then Im gunna turn out GREAT. YeAeAAeAA baby. Anyways happy Friday! Here's a pic of Linköping getting exotic!
Im the girl with the blog and thats just how its gunna be. If you're reading this its too late. You're already dragged in. Here we go. Im in med school now which basically makes me super serious and ambitious. lol. Great start. Are people still reading? Is anyone reading? Mamma? My first weeks were kicked off by beer chugging strategy and other need-know basis courses such as being trapped in dark underground hallways, preparing us for our future careers in the medical field. So that was cool. My new partner in crime and I also slayed a costume contest. Check the gram. JK there wasn't a contest but if there had been one we would obviously have won. Like hands down. In other news its possible to make naan bread out of tortilla. Tune in to my snapchat for more details. Also found a wine termed Patriarche which most likely means something in french but I interpreted it as needing to finish the bottle to slay the patriarchy. To each their own. Ive heard. Speaking of french, people are intriguingly disappointed when they find out I don't speak it fluently. Or that Vancouver isn't in the states. So thanks a shit ton Canada.. Anyways I think that this feels like a good enough first blogg post. Maybe next time ill gather my thoughts a little before. Just kidding, But this is how people write blogs right? Unclear. will research. Probably when I'm supposed to be studying something else but... we live and we learn. Plus my neighbour asked me a med related question the other day which means that I clearly look smart af. #fakeittillyoumakeit He wanted to know how far into his finger his bone was. I told him 7mm. I feel good about it. Hes a special little guy. Will definitely be blogging more about him. Stay tuned lofl. Mic drop. Word out.
Ps. Heres a picture of the q lab squaa right after we finished the lab that it turned out we all failed. No regrets.