The cherry blossom girl

Like please explain me how does the time run by so fast? Yes, this is grandmother speaking. Sorry, but it seems like it's Friday and suddenly it is Friday again, everything else is a blur. Also crucial dates are coming closer with godspeed and I am freaking out. We are homeless soon. I have to hand in my thesis. Don't get me started with the tax declaration that is due to soon. Grown-up life suck donkey-balls. However spring Stockholm is the best there is.

Cherish cherries:

Actually I moved to Japan and didn't tell:

I do not trust hairdressers here,

so growing my hair out until my ankles are covered:

Ok, you probably understood already how big deal the cherry blossoming here in Stockholm is.

Embrace yourselves, the summer is coming:

Allergy pill poppin':

I bit my tongue and here I'm thinking about how big of a mistake it was:

Meet the Posh Sweden and

"Wonderbpoo" premium dog food store:

The usual grey-white-black colour palette has gained new friends:

Romantic date night at Günters Korv with massive hotdogs.

Always classy, never trashy:

Another theatre visit was a must, I think new family routine is initiated:

Some Fridays are more intoxicated than others:

We were super excited to see Karenn at Underbron.

Keep calm and techno: 

And some nights include more karaoke than others:

"AAAAAAYEAH!"

Ms.Orbik Torbik at your service:

Sometimes I enjoy casual visits to the Transport Museum

and I just sit on an old train with some gentlemen:

Embrace yourselves the summer winter is coming.

The weather is PMSing:

Maybe some awful Tinder dates were discussed in this room:

Keep calm and buy a cool lamp:

Know your lines and don't bump into the furniture.

Last week my brain started to itch and my heart needed some boost, which made me realise that it has been oh-so-terribly long since I went to the theatre (last July!). I usually watch a play at least twice a month, because theatre in Estonia is top notch.  Like really, üle prahi. There's not a lot of countries where Musical and Film-industry hasn't killed the Classical Theatre. Also Estonians really like to go to theatre as well, considering that tickets are usually sold out month or even two months before the actual date. So last week I googled a bit, found out that theatre tickets are really cheap here in Stockholm, bought them day before the play and got excellent seats. Like whaaat? Money well spent, next week again (cheap-cheap-cheap, so it can even be crap-crap-crap).

The girl, who has seen only two films - Titanic and Home Alone,

however lives and breathes for theatre:

Dramaten "Fåglar" 

(Btw 99.99% of audience had grey hair and I was an unicorn among them. However the manners they had oh my, some of them had outerwear on and they ate candy during the performance. The old people nowadays...)

Missing my Laumets:

Stock-home:

After this week's mind stimulation, the body needed also something,

so we bought a new family member:

Jesus is watching me practise (hope I won't break a leg)

Worrier Princess

Hello, I'm Wilma and I'm freaking out. First of all I am physically exhausted since I have worked six days in a row and three more shifts before I get a day off. Don't get me wrong, I have caused this myself since I say yes to everything that gives me a reason not to sit down and write my bachelor thesis. At least if everything fails I can buy happiness on my payday...

...or I can buy a lot of *insert unhealthy food here*, which I actually do already and as a result the Worrier Princess has gained so much weight that this is unforeseeable in my textbooks (research made 1991 - 2016). I know, I know everything is relative, but I do look unhealthy. However I did go running today and coughed blood the whole way, so I'm making some effort. Or like said I would do ANYTHING that would give me a reason not to write the silly paper. Also I'm vert antisocial, which is so not me. I'm just not very good person to hang around with at the moment.

No need to cheer this Worrier Princess, she will find some superpowers soon. Like how can you be depressed, when it's spring outside and the Ice Age is over:

A minute on your lips, lifetime on your hips.

But she doesn't mind:

Fred promised me everything I ever wanted if only I would graduate,

however I would rather just lean on this random wall and look at the distance. 

He helps a lot with my issues,

like carrying all the bags full of midseason sale home:

I hate that I act so stereotypical female by whining, eating trash and shopping like a crazy person.

Damn you hormones! (I always blame it on the hormones, I just don't want to admit that I have problems) 

This video describes well my thesis so far. Very effortless and easily understandable:

Air Bnb and Fred's Kinder Surprise.

Could I just build a time machine to go back to that moment when Fred walked in clueless and didn't know how much fun he is going to have? 

Never forget! Awesome. Such. Much. Surprise.

Here is analog chapter of

The huge Fred's surprise party blog post (click).

Suck my kiss:

Water and grapefruit - seems like a Weight Watchers camp:

"So you wanted to tell me that this board game takes 6h to play?"

Contact lenses make eyes a bit creepy:

Our new friend does not know yet how well I ignore gravity:

00:00 and 'Bitch don't kill my vibe' vinyls

Checking out the girls' boobs (Ew. is a good guy and tries not to look):

Taking the boys on a test ride.

1...:

2...:

3! (my shampoo is cheap and awesome):

Double trouble (and buns so tight that I was just bouncing off the floor):

Koorekiht ja tanktop:

Year 2016 is already a success and it's only March.

Munadepühad. Påsk. Easter.

Did I really survive another winter? Is it safe to come out and see the daylight again? Spring is officially back from holiday and so is Fred (he went to the snowy Estonia for a whole week). I celebrated by buying new sunglasses and swimwear, can't even swim and earliest month to have them on is like three months away, however the sunglasses are a must right now:

Ah, fuck it. I'm really-really happy here, despite the fact that we will be homeless next month and I have this bloody bachelor thesis that seems the hardest thing in the world right now. 

Maybe not that smart, but still pretty (at least few more years):

So, this weekend we are celebrating that Jesus died. Didn't even know that Easter is so huge deal here in Sweden. They have more days off (Friday-Monday and Thursday is a joke) and they eat so much candy during five day celebrations that grocery stores order extra emergency candy and there's only syrup running in my veins. I got a påskägg at work:

Grown-up life sucks a bit,

instead of school holiday and pocket money you have two jobs and only 1h of Age of Empires a day. 

Tough life...but SPRING! Did I say it's spring? Yes it is spring: 

Changing clocks to summertime made me a bit winter-lag,

so confused when I ended work like 5PM and it was this bright outside:

Mother Stockholm and I:

Ok, bye must browse skyscanner.com and dream about my summer holiday.

99 problems but a dog ain't one

Compared to last week and all the surprise birthday party vibes, this week has been ridiculously ordinary. My job contract got extended which has been highlight of the week. It means that finally I am a legit human being here in Sweden - gym memberships, internet banking and grocery store bonus cards HERE I COME! I have won the bureaucracy over, whoop! LÄBI SITA TÄHTEDE POOLE!

Fred is in Estonia for 8 days, meanwhile I am starfishing in our bed all alone and kissing Rori:

She's so cute I can eat her up:

Six workdays this week,

the furry antidepressant is all I need:

We have each other and that's all that matters:

What's up, dawg?