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shine

…and so begins my favorite week of the year!

Despite any misgivings I have about Christmas, this week is always so full of festivities and love and mistletoe I can’t help but smile about it.

Scroogey

it was kicked off by the obligatory ugly sweater party

excluding mine, of course, because it is exquisite.

Here’s how the week looks

Friday the 24th -Christmas Eve for most, but we are doing our Christmas celebration with my grandparents, dinner, presents, etc.. because my dad and step mom will be leaving town on the real day.

Saturday the 25th- I will have birthday cake and breakfast at home, then head into town and have Christmas dinner (again) with Jen’s family

Sunday the 26th- I will be 19!! Not sure what this entails, except being older and wiser but I think I can figure something out ;)

Monday the 27th through the 29th (or thirtieth) My girls (Kim and Jen) and I leave for Pagosa to hang with my mom. Skiing, hotsprings, and snuggling will be featured profusely, don’t fear.

30th-31stish Moving into my new house, perhaps. Maybe just hanging out and NEW YEARS!

As of now, I had the obligatory shopping excursion in which I deftly avoided the mall choosing to support local businesses instead

that done, all that was left was my least favorite elf activity..

Wrapping. Blech. I just dont have the patience for it.

To say that I am a fan of the giftbag would be an understatement. I would willing to wrap my life up in a giftbag with a giant sparkly bow. I did manage to wrap a few things in the end though, somehow.

I have a gift for the art of wrapping, clearly ;)

Now the cookies are baking, the presents have been given, and the wine is being consumed.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

bits

Turns out you can leave the country, but life remains essentially the same wherever you go. Aside from the obvious cultural differences, we are all a part of this giant social organism with the same particular objective.

Granted we each have our unique way of going about achieving said goal and the definitions pertaining to precisely what obtaining this ‘objective’ exactly entails differs, but ultimately it comes down to the fact that each of us is on a journey to achieve happiness.

When you really think about it, everything we do is geared towards this state of being: we try to maximize the amount of pleasure in our life while minimizing the pain (hello utilitarianism hahah knew school was handy for a reason). Anything and everything that we do is motivated by our desire to be happy, even if indirectly. The problem with this is that we are also plagued with this unshakable sense of dissatisfaction.

Also, I have realized that it is INCREDIBLY interesting watching the world interact with itself. Goffman’s conception of the world as a stage with everyone as actors performing for their peers is right on the dot in my opinion.

Who we really are when we sit alone with ourselves and face our inner thoughts in the silence–is it truly cohesive with who we are in social situations? Don’t we alter our personalities to fit with the company that we are keeping at any particular moment? Are these multiple personalities within us what makes us crazy, keeps us sane, or what gives us purpose while we attempt to maintain these facades for our audiences?

Does it even really matter?

The answer to that is fairly simple: probably not. What it is my friends, is a sign that I have had a leeeeeetle bit too much time to think about these kinds of things. Life has settled down considerably over here, which is why I have declined to bore you all to tears with multiple posts. ANYWAYS here is what has been going down in the land of the orderly:

the past has been revisited, and pages created

I was looking through some old posts from earlier this year and picked a few out that I thought described the time period rather well. Interesting to look back, eh? click here to check it out :) or you can get there from the little tab at the top that says the past.

rugs have been bought

breakfasts in bed have happened (more times than i would like to admit)

cakes have been baked

birthdays have been celebrated

beautiful weather has been appreciated

hockey has been watched

toes have been frozen!

leftovers have been consumed

and excitement has been felt because in 3 days 19 hours and 6 minutes I will be seeing my dad! :) no, i am not THAT obsessive compulsive–gotta love countdown doo-dads!

spoon

Nutella on a spoon as substitution for meals is an expensive  (not to mention disgusting) habit to have. That dang hazelnut spread is costly– but SO worth it.

Generally I am a pretty stagnant save-a-holic bordering on the Jewish Grandmother side of the scale. I literally cringe when people throw some things away. As of late however, I have come to realize that some things are just worth it to spend money on.

I mean not to be morbid or anything but whatever money you don’t use up during your life just goes to someone else so might as well spend it (to an extent) on things that improve your quality of life.

I have taken this new view to heart and am LOVING my recent purchases.

BOOTIES! 69 sek (it was a sign!)

p.s. 69 sek is not equal to 69 dollars. It’s like 8 dollars, yo. I’m not that crazy

Robe from IKEA

Metal Brain Sucker..

JUST KIDDING. Head massager= best invention in the whole wide world.

The excitement about this baby is tangible!


I took this new frame of mind into account during a day excursion to Norrkoping where we came across a store filled to the brim with every vice I struggle with.

yeah we are talking chocolate..

candy

coffee and coffee-related items (think mugs, jam, etc)

and an insane collection of teas!

One of which I bought. I haven’t tried it yet but it smells DIVINE. Seriously–it is a black tea with currant and crushed citrus leaves native to Norrkoping.

There are some things that I have realized lately, and I have come up with (surprise, surprise) a LIST!

Kallie’s (new) rules to live by

  • keep things simple
  • say thank you
  • smile at strangers
  • admit when you are wrong, it’s okay
  • wash your socks often
  • dance in your room
  • the best foods are served in bowls
  • know when to say no..and when not to
  • endorphins are the best medicine
  • sometimes a little britney spears is necessary
  • oral hygiene is no joking matter
  • don’t lie
  • use spell check
  • don’t apologize for who you are
  • try everything once
  • trust your instinct
  • music cures bad moods (or screaming into a pillow)

I’m not saying that because I realize that these rules are ideal for my personal taste that I abide by every single one every single day, but ya gotta strive for the best.

Does anyone have any rules that they try to live by?

planet

A sweater fetish is not a joking matter, especially for a sweater addict who cannot afford to support her habit. I grudgingly took a look at my bank account yesterday and for a stingy stingaroony like myself I don’t know how I managed to not pass out in horror.

I wont go into details but what was even MORE disappointing was the fact that I had finally found my favorite shop in linkoping lin&co. They had just gotten in some MAGNIFICENT sweaters that I would like to be buried in…for a fine price of about 1500 SEK (thats about 200 smackaroos for you americans). GAH Just shoot me now.

In other news

I got my schedule all sorted out yesterday, and I begin class bright and early tomorrow at the same time that most of you will be tumbling into your beds. My History of the European Identity course and my Swedish course are up first, then nothing for a whole week! I have a very odd schedule. I am hoping to sneak into a Drama Communication course as well but the odds are against me because the wait list is quite long.

After that was all set My friend Jonna and I explored the town a bit more..


and stumbled upon an ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE coffee shop that will be perfect for studying in the winter…inside of course :)

We grabbed a quick bite to eat at a restaurant and then headed back to Ryd where my friend Annika and I went for a little 5k run around in the forest! It is so pretty in there and there are so may trails I was scared we would get lost.

We made it out alright, no missing persons report was filed thankfully. I changed, showered, and met up with Jonna at her dorm for some knitting! I finished my first little square of knitting and begun my next spool of yarn! Hopefully by the time I leave here I will know how to make something actually useful hahah.

whoosh

that was the sound of time flying by. I apologize for being absolutely MIA on all fronts the past couple of days (has it already been almost a week?!) but I have barely had the time to buy a brush ( ..or brush my hair) much less get on the internet for long enough to type anything up.

Here is an Official ‘Hej’ from the land of Basshunter, ABBA, Ikea, and H&M!!

GAH I have a to do list the size of the Rio Grande, SHOTOUT NM, but it seems that the more I attempt to cross things off it the more things just keep appearing. I LOVE bottom-less lists of chores!

After somehow surviving (BARELY) my 6am departure from the 505, a three hour flight to DC for a five hour layover, followed by a 8 and a half hour flight to Copenhagen, a 1 hour flight to Stockholm, a two hour train ride to Linkoping, and a two hour or so checking in process I finally tumbled into bed on Monday evening.

Tuesday was spent waiting around for my bag, which had not made it to Stockholm and would not make it to me until Wednesday morning. Trips to the store occurred on this day however where I loaded up with Swedish food like black licorice, Wasa crackers, lingonberry jam, a block of cheese, fruit, meatballs(!!), etc.

PSST…

I Also I set up up my Swedish phone so if you need to call me it is 0764093814-I do not know that the country code is but I do receive text messages but I cannot text back to America I do not think. My skype account is kalliemarie69 (of course) and I am always logged on so give me a call and if im in my room we can talk! :)

On Tuesday night the student housing bar HG (that’s right a dorm bar, suck it American students) hosts an international night–but to get in you have to get there at like 8 or be prepared to wait in line for 2 hours. So at 10 one of my housemates and I headed over to a corridor (dorm) party that we heard about through the line grapevine. There I met a jumble of people from Germany, France, Canada, Spain..not so much Swedes though. sidenote: At orientation the next day we heard that there are only ever supposed to be 20 people in the corridor areas…let’s just say that rules was broken several times over.

Anyways, Wednesday I was finally able to shower when I got my bag and was no longer looked upon as dirty American scum (actually that is debatable. At least I was CLEAN dirty American scum). I had my orientation in the town center, but did not take pictures in attempt to fit it as a local..and failing hahah because I was wearing flip flops.

A trip to Ikea followed–in which I got COMPLETELY and utterly lost because I went upstairs where they have all the pretend rooms set up for people buying huge furniture and they wouldn’t let you go back down the stairs and I was all of a sudden in the kitchen of the cafe…you get the picture.

alright Ikea, you may have won this round but I took many things from you so we can call it even.

Don’t fret–I eventually figured it out as I always manage to do. I maneuvered my way through the store for about two hours due to my indecision about purchases and then made my way home on the bus with the goods. The room is a work in progress but it is coming along.


Speaking of the room, I share a kitchen and living room with 8 other students. Two from Turkey, one from Iran, two from Spain, one from Sweden, and two from somewhere in Asia. Those of you who can add may be puzzled why including me that is nine people, but technically there is supposed to be 8 and obviously there is some sharing going on. I really have no idea who all is living here to be honest because I have only been in my room to cry (it’s my party..you know) to my parents over skype and to sleep.


Alright where were we? I have no idea. I seriously had to scroll back up a moment because my brain honestly has no idea where I have been in the past 48 hours unless followed chronologically. Moving to another country can do that to you–it’s like drugs, but way more stressful and expensive so those of you who enjoy this feeling…keep doing what you are already doing hahah its cheaper. (adults feel free to erase this paragraph from your memory)

Thursday! My flip flop wearing, umbrella-less, bike-less, sleep-deprived, CAFFEINE deprived, hopped-up-on-black-licorice self walked over to campus for a tour. There I met a lot of people who are now friends. It is crazy for me to wrap my mind around the fact that I have only known them for two days because it seems like so much longer.

We grabbed some coffee after the tour and made a gameplan list of things to do–which we immediately disregared and instead bought tickets to some upcoming parties (you have to buy tickets, it is very odd), attempted to pay our rent and failed so instead made lunch, changed, and then went to get in line for a giant Oktoberfest style welcoming celebration (mind you this was about 5:30pm, we got in at 7)

A new friend saved me from my flipflopping state by lending me some spare kicks

And this was just the line to get in.

The festival was so crazy. There were thousands of students with giant german beer steins filled with cider and beer, there was a stage, there were tents to house people during the periodic periods of rain with giant long tables. There were all the Swedes!

Let me just say that they are serious about their drinking out here. As the night progressed tables were danced on, turned over, glasses were broken all over, my finger got cut at some point.., the live band moved inside, there was a disco outside, it was ridiculous.


We ended up leaving early at the peak of the party (1 or so) to walk home so we could wake up and try to do things on the to do list on…

FRIDAY! Today. For you New Mexicans out there it is only about 3pm, some of you might just be starting your day and here I am about to write this, read a bit with tea and PASS OUT FINALLY at 12 or so (then it will be 4).

First things first–breakfast:

Then I registered online, found my courses, and stood in line with people for their overalls (ill explain at a later time. it is very odd), before taking a bus into town to get money for errands.

An H&M visit got me some shoes, an umbrella, and a clutch to replace my GINORMOUS purse…


…A secondhand shop stop got me some decorative knick knacks :) Later a group of us decided to take it easy tonight–made dinner together and watched tv.

I was surprised that all the tv shows here are in english. There are only a few channels I guess, but they show almost all recognizable shows. Leave it to the Simpsons to bring all cultures together. It was on in my living room the other night and every body who walked by was like AH THE SIMPSONS. Doesn’t matter if you are from Germany or Iran, you know it. I even had a Real Housewives of New York spotting on channel 6, you know that even though I pretended that I didn’t know what it was and promptly changed the channel I was BEYOND PUMPED on the inside.

I think I’m out for now kids. I’m beat. I will try to update more in the future. There are just SO MANY PARTIES and events right now, endorsed by the University. It;s ridiculous and awesome: UNM I’m talking to you.

rose

Waking up to the sound of rain splashing on the window is incredibly soothing, I suppose it was Portland’s way of welcoming me to the city! I am still incapable to waking up late, with yesterday as an exception, so despite the fact that Tess and I hit the sack well past midnight, I still managed to awake at the lovely hour of 7 am.

When Tessa went to class I downed some coffee, popped on a raincoat and headed out the door into the Rose City.

I plugged into some tunes while I took the streetcar down to Pioneer Square for some shopping! I was out a tad early, so I acquainted myself with the area by walking around for about thirty minutes before heading into Banana Republic. I tried on massive amounts of clothing, I WANTED IT ALL. But seeing as I absolutely refuse to pay 70 dollars for a shirt, picture taking ensued because the stuff was too damn cute to go undocumented.

I made out with a comfy sweater and new pair of jeans for a cool 28 bucks! Gotta love sales :) After that I perused the surrounding shops of JCrew, Gap, etc but didn’t find anything particularly impressive–I have limited space in my bag and a whole other city to shop in so I have to be in love with something to go through with a purchase.

Hopping back onto the streetcar, I arrived at nerd heaven: Powell’s Books. You think I am kidding about this, but it is seriously readers’ Nirvana. Think four stories of ceiling-to-floor literature on any topic you can imagine.

Yep.

I died.

And then promptly revived myself and stealthily snapped a few pictures..

Just bury me there please. When I left I noticed that across the way was a Buffalo Exchange where I scored a pair of 10 dollar skin tight dickies jeans! So cute, but there is no breathing allowed when I wear them hahah. I also located another of my favorite places..

Man, I am so predictable. Unfortunately, they did not have my favorite item available. Evidently only certain Whole Foods make their delicious chips!

EXCUSE ME?!?!

I was so not okay with that. I immediately left and went to Safeway, which in my huffy state I neglected to take a picture of, although it totally deserved on as it is the nicest grocery store I have ever set foot in. In retaliation against my inability to cure my hankering for Whole Foods chips I bought two sweet potatoes, ghiridelli chocolate chips, and giant bag of swedish fish. I stuffed the sugary fish down my throat as I walked back to Tessa’s dorm, only to discover that I had actually bought REAL potatoes that were mixed in with the sweet ones!

I absolutely despise real potatoes. UGH. So of course I preceeded to eat my feelings away hahah

I put on an episode of Real Housewives of New Jersey and went to town. Twenty minutes later Tess walked in on a nauseous, overly stuffed version of Kallie. Seriously people, whoever thought eating Swedish Fish, chocolate chips, half a yogurt, and a slice of potato in a short time period is an idiot.

OH YEAH, that was me. BLECH.

Dinner will be light before we go out tonight, Tess is stealing salad from her cafeteria for me in an hour..IN the meantime I am drowning my sorrows in glass after glass of water.

adventures

Saturdays provide the perfect opportunity to use the word ‘shenanigans’ because that is what they are often filled with.

On Saturday it is fitting to make breakfast for boys with your cute best friend..

…and wonder why they have some odd things in their fridge..

..it’s alright to spend two dollars on iced passion tea on your way to buffalo exchange…

…and of course you should lay out in the sun with said best friend for two hours and your puppy but NOT take any pictures, so posting a picture of friday night’s dinner instead because it was delicious..

…taking it easy on a Saturday night is alright if you use that time to catch up with old friends and be jealous of their new boobs. (obviously no pictures of that either hahah) but speaking of jealousy..

Yeah, if only it was Saturday, Saturday

Things would be better in every way, every way

–Rocket Summer