Going to London on my own for the first time. I will be meeting Ellen there, but I am planning to get in a bit earlier so I can wander around by myself and attempt to learn how to get around the place. Whenever I go to London, I am together with someone who knows it well and thus I just tag along and learn next to nothing on how to actually move around and find your way.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a tiny bit nervous. But hey, this is my adventure for the day. :)
Sketchbook, ipod, markers. What more do you need to have fun?

To see some pretty bad photos of my pop up books, click the link below.
Jenspiration NOW!

I love this country.

Click me!
Click me too!
And me!

Whenever these (amongst millions of others) come on telly I get an INSTANT boost of energy. I think it’s because of the colours and the amazing movements they’ve created with the silhouettes.

The ipod ads are my favourite ads. :)

In other news, I’ve got time off, but I’m drawing to keep myself busy. Got a sore throat, but other than that, nothing too spectacular has happened. Nice. Calm. Relaxing.

Last week was the deadline week. We handed everything in and now sit here and await grading.
It’s very weird to suddenly have free-time. I’ve been sure to think about new things that I want to take up, but have also just enjoyed being able to sleep long hours and just scratch my bum all day.

This morning I decided to try the online social networking site called Twitter. Just to see what the fuss was about. I have completely fallen in love with it and am now following people like Neil Gaiman, Stephen Fry and Barack Obama! If you have got Twitter and would like to share your personal life with me, please let me know!

My Twitter name is: JennieGyllblad (gasp)

Also. A quote from a friend last visit.

Anje: “You know, sometimes I forget you’re not British.”
Me: “Haha, that’s… Good I guess?”
Anje: “Could you speak a bit of Swedish for me?”
Me: “I don’t know what to say…”
Anje: “Just act like we’re having a normal conversation.”
Me: *Speaks Swedish*
Anje is quiet for a short while. “You’re like a completely different person when you speak Swedish.”

I am? Intriguing. :)

I have decided to create a separate blog for my artwork, mainly because I want to avoid the confusion that some people experience when approaching my blog.

The reason I created this blog in the first place was because I wanted to have a diary that my parents and friends in Sweden could follow if they were interested. It has since then branched out to different people not only in Sweden, but it’s still the same diary! Just my own ramblings of my life.

SoooOoooooOoo… Yes! Basically, I have been discussing and thinking about having a separate art blog for a little while. It would allow people who’re not really interested in the babbling to just get straight to the good stuff instead of having to wade through pages and pages of my life. :D

If there are ever any drawings that really emulate my real life (like comic diary pages), I will post them on both blogs.

Woopeee doo!

… Oh yes! I actually might need to give the link to the Art-blog!
Jenspiration!

Thaaar yaaa goooo!

“I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, lough and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To know of less familiar traps.
Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird,
And dead: it’s said like bed, not bead -
For goodness sake don’t call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.

A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there’s dose and rose and lose -
Just look them up - and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go and thwart and cart -
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Man alive!
I’d mastered it when I was five!”

(”Fun with English - Bloombers & Blunders…” Chambers, 1995)

It is clear how clumsy everything looks, but I’m having so much fun I just can’t stop. I’ve run out of supplies now though…

Living in the UK has many perks, one of them being the vast variety of people sharing the island.
Everytime I go outside I see different faces and different scenarios.
This time I was heading back from University with my copydex when I was stopped by a nicely dressed lady accompanied by another lady with a pram. They both looked sort of late 40 early 50. I couldn’t help but notice the thick layer of makeup on the lady that approached me.

“excuse me, excuse me”
I took off my headphones.
“Sorry, I never know if it’s right to interrupt someone when they are listening to music.” She smiled at me.
I smiled back.
“It’s alright-”
I was about to ask her what I could do for her, but didn’t have the time before she had started her pitch.
“We’re just handing out these little pamphlets about how it’s alright and good to trust the bible-”
She held out a little pamphlet with a man in a suit on the front, looking handsome and reading the bible.
“Eh,” I think I raised an eyebrow at this point, not entirely sure. But I didn’t let her continue her pitch.
“I’m sorry, I’m really not into that sort of thing.”
We thanked eachother for the time and went our separate ways. I had been tempted to continue my sentence with something on the lines of: “I feel that I can trust my own good judgment and morality and do not feel that ancient fiction that speaks of stoning to death and handing out women to be gang raped is really the sort of ‘morality’ I want to trust.” If she had continued, I would have ended it with: “I’m an atheist.” (Maybe I should get a t-shirt?)

Really, I’m sort of getting used to these religious fanatics trying to convert me. You have them screaming in the town square down in Broadmead almost every weekend about how we are all doomed to burn in eternal fire for buying clothes and games and for not focusing on Jesus.
I have had Scientology people handing me fliers in London which sort of freaked me out, but I quickly tore it apart into many million pieces (exaggeration) and felt the need to wash my hands afterwards.

What made this lady with the friend and the pram a bit different was the fact that they weren’t screaming in my face about how I’m going to be tortured forever in hell, but they were rather more ‘upper-class’ about it. To be fair, I was in an upper class area of Bristol when they approached me, so maybe they thought I was rich (Haha! No.).

Anyway! Sorry lady, but you have now been added to my box of characters that I will use in future stories. Don’t expect to approach me with silly stuff like that and not be used back. I’ve already sketched you. :)

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