25

I have survived another 365 day trip around the sun and on Sunday I got wiser, prettier and older. Only one year left of the 'youth ticket', one step closer to full price (and coffin).

Giving is nice, but receiving is better. Fred has had some years of practise, so he always gives me spot on gifts - like this year I got 'Alma and Johannes' sweat, since everyone who can call themselves my friends know what Õnne 13 means to me. I shit you not, they are the greatest power couple. So-so happy. Fred's my Johannes.

OK, I have to start from the beginning. The celebrations started already on Saturday, when Sollentuna family was kind enough to host a little party called "Bye-bye 24":

Here I am imagining how it would be like 60 years from now,

like accidentally stepping on your own tit while taking a shower:

"Fuck Google. Ask me." - a wise man once said:

The nights are bright and full of fun:

Always classy, never trashy:

The fountain of youth = reuniting with your old classmate, who accidentally also lives in Stockholm.

We are having some crazy 32 bus flashbacks here:

The perks of living abroad, the timezones extend your birthday. 

This was the biggest candle I have ever blown (is it just me, or does this just sounded dirty?)

I don't know any greater feeling than walking home 4AM on 22th of May. 

The intoxication, sunrise and the smell of lilacs (didn't even care about the 12year olds that were puking on the night-bus):

Ugly Beauty sleep and two painkillers later (hanging over gets harder and harder every hear)

I put my red shoes on and tried to ride a sheep:

My seventh birthday together with him. 

Still so much in love:

Totally naturally looking at the lilacs and I really didn't know that the picture was taken:

Made and born in the Soviet Union:

I am really grateful for all the wishes I received. Don't worry if you forgot, next year you have another chance. Thanks mama, for doing such a great work 25 years ago in that žiguli:

Home is where your heart is, but what to you do when you're a heartless bitch?

Home is where your heart is, but what to you do when you're a heartless bitch?

Yes, deep-deep questions arise after months long apartment search, which hasn't been easy on us. Affordable/humane/less than 3 hours from Stockholm centre - the trick is that you can pick max two named qualities at the same time. Now we temporarily live at Jakobsberg, which has shorten my sleep-hours quite a lot, hollah to all the people whose workday starts at 7. 

Also we survived Eurovision period in Stockholm, which was cray-cray, I mean my phone bill is going to be cray-cray. 

Last week as a 24 year old, makes ya think. Maybe it's time for Q10 or C70?

tl;dr Despite all the shit, I still like it here.

Home for May. Very Swedish. Only Volvo is missing.

I mean how cool was that they turned pedestrian crossing more fun for Eurovision. Red light = Euphoria by Loreen and green light = Heroes by Måns.

Bye, bye winter coat.

Embrace yourselves summer time is coming!

This week has brought over 20 degrees and green leaves on the trees (poem much?). I need to re-evaluate my shaving routing, since there's no place for the furry winter coat anymore. Talking about coats, my clothes are now sitting in cardboard boxes, because we are moving to a new apartment room next week. Routine change in all levels. Also my birthday is so around the corner!

The white snowflake just spent three hours outdoors and totally melted away:

I was protected behind this natural wall,

on the other side million boats were racing on the sea. 

Note to self - buy a boat!

How nice is this?

Fred is poppin' allergy pills, yo:

Moving out means consuming and selling everything.

Saturday night and  Eastern Europe pops up in the pocket:

Maika nights = the bliss of coming home in the middle of the night with just a maika on:

Summer is going to be full of working hours. A lot of them. Now it is time to dream about August and the holiday I will be having then.

Rolling in the deep with Hometown glory.

This past seven days have had really nice highs and pretty terrible lows. From awesome Adele concert to the death of a family member. Such much mixed feelings.

Look at this rebel with a hump and a fake tattoo:

The last day of April was Valborg here is Sweden, which is pretty huge Midsummer warm-up party. 

The Dutch guy lost its Valborg virginity: 

"The night is dark and full of terrors"   

(a.k.a. I am pretty happy that Game of Thrones new season started):

The awkward moment when the Valborg fireworks beat New Years Eve's butt:

Spring came with a bang:

Note to self: the highlight of April this year, was oh-my how awesome Adele's concert. I mean if you strip her from her music, I would still buy the tickets to see her stand-up show. What a voice! What a character and how funny! I have been to three concerts in my life, where I knew all the lyrics by heart (Pink in 2006 (!) and Jessie Ware) and Adele's was one of them. It was so so so cool!

I mean the concert must have been good, since I got really bad news during the show and cried my eyes out, yet still remember the night in nice colours. Adele takes the pain away:

After the bad news I took the iron-bird to Tallinn.

24h at home is surely not enough:

Ott was kind enough to lend me his car, so I could visit my relatives. 

The cruising around while sun is setting and listening Estonian rap or Beyonce's new album is a bliss.

Drivers passing by surely thought I was a lunatic:

All shit beside, I managed to ace my Swedish exam and am really close to finally graduating:

This video is only for me to watch, because despite shitty phone quality it brings back the coolest moment of the show:

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: