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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!

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One of the many perks about being a temporary transplant from another place is that responsibilities are minimal. That being said, I have class for approximately 5 hours every week and aside from that I have quite a bit of free time on my hands.

So what was a girl with no class to do on a dreary Thursday but to cook dinner for some lovely ladies?

My first inclination was to make some salmon considering I have yet to eat it out here where it is plentiful and cheap, despite it being a staple back home where it is neither. This all changed when I arrived at the grocery store after the 6km bike ride filled with fog and drizzle.

At that moment I realized only one thing would do–vegetarian chili! and apple crumble.

So I started grabbing cans of beans and corn and vegetables left and right, then biked the goods back to my place and got baking.

Yep, baking.

On my own. If you can call it that, considering it actually was the easiest recipe ever and was mostly chopping.

but I remain quite proud :)

Cooking commenced shortly thereafter, and the girls came over around 7

We had germany, america, and france represented at the table and two swedes on the couch. International chili!

It was deemed edible and I have yet to hear of any ailments after eating it so it looks like my first dinner in sweden was a success!

Going out to Platå followed, which is always a good time mainly because it frequently involves tequila and dancing.

 

Alright, considering my new expertise in all things culinary (i kid, i kid) I have devised a recipe for the erasmus student experience. You ready? here it is. let it cool after you take it out of the oven :)

 

Kallie’s perfect recipe for using up free time

5 cups laughing

1/2 cup studying

3 cups going out

1tsp missing home

5 gallons coffee (a day)

1 cup eating

and a sprinkle of hangover

clean

Word on the street is that it autumn has arrived

Generally the meaning of fall is a bit different for me and involves a fair amount of pumpkin consumption BUT seeing as I am residing in a different country for the first time this time of year I thought I would replace the customary traditions (think early morning trip to the Balloon Fiesta) with a new notion.

Simplicity

If comfort is the word of winter, then enjoyment and simplicity are the words of the fall months. Simplicity is underrated, particularly in America where you have to have a multitude of options at your disposal at all time. When I say ‘you’ I suppose I actually just mean me in this particular instance.

At home, I am always changing the tv or radio channel to see what else is on, constantly perusing various websites on different tabs, always thinking of what I have to do next or what else I could be doing at the moment.

Sometimes you just reach a breaking point where you just have to force yourself to stop. drop. and roll.

And that particular breaking point would be if you are fire..

hahah but really, on a less dramatic note I am going to make a concerted effort to just BE, just enjoy every moment because I am only here for 5 months and I dont want to look back and wish I had appreciated it more because I tend to do that fairly often and it is SO frustrating.

That said, I am working on treasuring the ordinary.

A simple breakfast

Subtantial growth of my sweater drawer

Clean clothes


Perfect running weather

The fact that I finally have a bike


Friends, both here

and there


And I begin this new regard for basic luxuries with a Tuesday filled with beautiful nothing in particular.

stockholm

carton

God dag!

Exciting, riveting stuff has been going down in Scandinavia lately. That being said, the second episode of Kallie v. The Milk Carton commences:

The packaging here in Sweden is very different than in America. Gum comes in baggies, yogurt comes in giant plastic pourable tubs, and the milk comes in little cardboard boxes.

That may all look relatively easy but let me just point out a few quick details that the pictures do not show.

1) I cut the bottom too far so everytime I pour it goes all over the floor–oops

2) The timeline is skewed, seriously it was a good five minutes in between each of these pictures.

3) I’m scared it’s going to spill everytime I open the fridge door.

NEXT TIME VICTORY WILL BE MINE!

That honestly is the most exciting thing that has been going on in my life–thrilling to read about I realize so I will spare you. Some interesting stuff has been happening back home though…

AXE WIELDING NINJA ROBBER

MY ARTICLE :)

also, I took a quiz on Real Simple about what color personality I am. Yes, I realize how lame that is but they sent me an email about it so I figured I might as well..I have a soft spot for spam I suppose.

Turns out I am an air personality

I’d agree with that, considering it is flattering hahah why not?

Alright that’s all I’ve got for now. I leave you with an oldie, but goodie. :)

ole!

Soooo I’m pretty positive that my corridor mates all think that I am a freak-o psychotic-killer-pedophile-extraordinaire.

This probably does not come as a surprise to some of you, but for those of you who have deluded yourselves into considering me a normal human I will spell out the reasons why:

Exhibit 1.

My beet consumption habits. Sounds innocent enough, except that the process of cooking them leave the kitchen looking like a crime scene.


AHH!!

So worth it though–appearances during the cooking process aside–love them!


Exhibit 2.

My possession of creepily too young for me objects, such as my favorite IKEA purchase:


Clearly things just taste better out of a frog head.

I can’t wait until they get a load of my onesie once it gets more chilly.. ;)

Exhibits 3. and 4.

My incessant skyping at a loud volume. I actually barked at my dog on the screen today. Yep, now I can add the ‘barking girl’ to my resume of supreme weird-ocity.


Hi MOM! you didn’t know I was snapping this picture muhahahah ditto for jen:

SIDENOTE:

Happy birthday beautiful best friend :) Have a wonderful day, you deserve it spicyyyyy lady

Rawr

hahah found that randomly. But hugs from Sweden to you!

huggityhug hahah this was from Mel’s birthday last year…CRAZY

Alright, now where was I? AH yes, that’s right.

The fact that they can probably hear me playing my ‘Sounds of the Rainforest’ soundtrack through the night to help me sleep paired with my odd hours of coming and going, occasional morning vacuuming sessions essentially serves as more exhibits and therefore solidifies the perception of my oddness hahah

I’m not saying this in a negative way at all, I find myself rather entertaining truth be told, and if you are entertaining yourself that’s all you can really ask for.

Geez I should really take a nap, but my bed was so lovingly made by yours truly for once and I really have no desire to mess that up.

P.S  Do you see Top Chef playing on my computer? Yep.

bonkers

Now, I get that humans are creatures of habit, but there appear to be certain trends defining my life at the moment to a slightly ridiculous extent.

First off there is the cup collection I have managed to accumulate in my room

Slightly mortifying, but present nonetheless.

Then we come to the endless bowls of bran flakes I have consumed (seems licorice has been replaced)

My obsession with libraries and books has not vanished either

Red lip stick has been the go-to make up attempt to mask my laziness in getting ready for going out.

Evidently I have not grown out of my 13 year old desire to take pictures of myself…?

Classy, I know.

And I have not abandoned my creepy ways either you all must be astounded to know. ;)

Old playlists have been jammed to recently as well, reminders of old times I suppose you could say

But I am working to appreciate where I am at the moment as well,  because honestly the sun shines the same round the globe