This Week at Nap Time...

Dear Art Professor,

I had a dream today that I complained about getting a 94% on your test when I CLEARLY deserved a 96% and as punishment you sent me to Hell for a few days so I'd learn to appreciate my life more.

I just wanted to let you know that you may not want to implement that strategy in real life. I commend you for making such a valiant and creative attempt at changing my life, but to be completely honest, Hell just wasn't that bad. I mean it's not like it's AWESOME or anything, but if my dreams are any indication of the real thing, eternal damnation is really boring but totally manageable.

Here are some Fun Facts about the underworld you may not know:

* It is just like college, assuming your university is located in the molten center of the Earth! There are tunnels and tunnels of dorm rooms that Hell's residents share with their assigned roommate and some giant overflow rooms for those tormented souls who transferred late.

*Almost everyone has cats and in some cases the cats get their own dorms. 

*Satan has a fondness for kettle corn and thinks torturing people is "so gross". 

*They have cable!

In conclusion dear Art Professor, the next time you want to punish me by sending me to some God forsaken place just send me to work. It's WAY worse.

xoxo Hannah

ummm, I have a question?

Dear Stupid Girls in Classes,

STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS AND SAYING STUPID THINGS.

I'm sorry that I am yelling at you with these capital letters, but really, just listen to the damn professor.

You are in college now.

Generations of women have been struggling to get you to this point and you seem to set them back 100 years when you are more interested in what girl goes best with the Bachelor than who is in the Israel/Palestine conflict.

*Spoiler Alert, it's Israel and Palestine*

Now, I do not hate you. I just wish you would take things a bit more seriously. There is a time and place for everything. I like talking about Rock of Love with the best of them, just not during class when we are talking about the death and destruction of innocent people.

Oh and Stop saying "like" 5 times in every sentence. Super annoying.

"Like, oh my god, she is like soooo fake. He could like never go for fake boobs like that. Tre Trashy."

Love Love Your Concerned Fellow Female,

M

Notes to All

Dear My Friend's Turtle:

All of the fish in your tank are dead. Was it.... MURDER? I suspect so, yet I am still no closer to finding the killer. Watch your back.

Dear Lays Green Circle commercial:

WTF is with the circles? You sell POTATO CHIPS, not conformity. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj1XNjrJ-EY

Dear Freecreditreport.com Guy,

Perhaps if you were not constantly singing catchy songs about your financial failures on national TV, you wouldn't have to live at a Renaissance fair. Or you could just get an APARTMENT.

Dear Martin and Tori:

You don't know each other, but you share the same birthday so I think you ought to be friends. Also I am too lazy to write TWO separate notes about birthdays. But anyway have a good one, to Martin: I'm sure there are tons of fun games one can play with a pen box and a Big-Fucking-Spoon; and to Tori: I hope you have a great time playing Halo despite the fact that I'm pretty sure they do not manufacture Wheat Thins laced with weed.

xoxo Hannah

Here Comes Round 2

Dear Fun Loving, Fantastic Fans and Friends of Alliteration,

It seems I have been living my life on a hamster wheel. The constant rotation of homework, quizzes, tests and yummy sandwiches.

I have had more cycles of this than Survivor and I am getting worn down already.

Last week yielded good results, though. I received a 99% on my math test, 103% on my History quiz, and a 91% on my awful Bio test. Martin says my professors should work on their math since last time he checked 100 was maximum.

Today has been pretty draining except for the yearly celebration of Martin's expulsion from his own mother's womb.

I asked him what he got from his parents and the first thing out of his mouth was

" I got a big spoon. You know, a spoon for soup, what is that called."- Martin

blank stare from me....

" Mariah, a big fucking spoon, that's what I got. oh and a pen box"- Martin

" You got a spoon and a pen box, that sounds awful"-Me

"Well I got a book on the history of ugly too, but I have a hard time looking at the pictures"- Martin

He got other things as well, but he seems to find these the most important of all.

Other than that, I noticed something today. While facebook stalking and eating pretzels, I noticed that girls from other countries sure do dress and act different than me and my friends. I mean I could never get my hair to look that good nor could I look so serious/modelish all the time. I went through the pictures of me, and I don't think I have one really serious face in any of them. Also, Tight Pants....... like prisons for my thighs really.

I have also been working out every night now, I have been a bit paranoid though that someone else will come in and see me in the basement work out room. Lately 3 strange boys have been coming it at 7 and they show no shame for staring freely at my chest whilst I jog away the 8 pounds of Wheat Thins (that name is such a marketing ploy) and Ham and Cheese Hot Pockets (that coincidental melted a pink plate of mine today! bisnatches)

Other things did today instead of studying:

Finding out who the girl singer is in that song "Right Round" by Flo Rida (hint NOT KATY
PERRY, although is sounds eerily like her) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_eOU9Ldy1s

Wrote Blog


ok, you are right, I shouldn't list things, I should study

Love love,
M

A Love Letter

Dear Martin,

You are 21 years old today! How exciting darling! Maybe I should start calling you my "Manfriend" now!?

In the US you could finally legally drink, but that is an old hat for you since you have been an alcoholic in Swede land since the age of 18.

I hope you have a truly special day and relish in the gifts I sent you.

I am so lucky to have found such a distinguished older man.

I love you.

Mariah

p.s. I really hope you don't feel pervy dating a teenager...

Fat with a PH

Dear lovely lovers,


I learned something valuable from my 5 year old brother yesterday.

Here is how it went.

"Cole, could you please hand rya (me) a blanket?"- me

" STOP CONTROLLING MY LIFE!" - Cole

He is right, maybe I am a little bit controlling at times. I mean just ask Martin.

Anyway, besides that, my day today was pretty uneventful.
I went for a nice long walk where I saw a man smoking a pipe while strolling with his wife. I had to double check to make sure it wasn't Sherlock Holmes or Hugh Hefner.

I facebooked stalked for about an hour.

I signed up Jim Heson of 1267 Hollywood BLVD, Beverly Hills California, 90210 for a newsletter subscription of Pizza hut, so I could get 126 pieces of imaginary silver on facebook so I could find out if Martin's sister thought I was a good athlete or not on that friends question thingy.

It didn't work.

I listened to hannah quote funny things off of overheardinminneapolis.com.

I did my entire math assignment by looking at the answer key supplement.

I found Hannah's belly button ring on the floor. (skank)

and I wrote this blog.

Tomorrow I will have probably something more interesting to write, but since my love affair with bjorn has ceased, I feel like I have nothing more that is worth it. Sad.


love love,
M

p.s. I touched REAL human bones in bio lab, it was awesome.

A Few of my Favorite Things...

Yesterday I wrote such a negative post, today I thought I'd show you readers that I have a kinder, gentler side lest you think I'm some sort of angst-ridden crone with nothing better to do then pick fights with ice and people in the laundry room. I actually do much more that, in fact there are even a few things I really enjoy, and to prove it here is a list of just some of my favorite things (in no particular order).

1. The Stoop by Little Jackie- It makes falling asleep to gunshots sound so gosh darn adorable!

2. Eavesdropping on art majors in Haas-  "Ugg, Tiff my shold' totally aches!" Did you just try to shorten the word "shoulder" as if that were in any way a thing? Nice. I should leave of the last syllable of random nouns so I can sound like a creative retard. 

3. Jeez-Its (Thank you Cecilia)- WWJD post its, what more could I want? I use them to remind me that Jesus would finish his speech on Aspergers Syndrome so I should too.

4. Kittens, Giraffes, and Chocolate- Although not at the same time.

5. Sandwiches- All the food groups in one. Perfectly engineered. Proof of intelligent design? Maybe. Delicious? Oh yes.

6. Singing terrible 90's songs loudly in public with Mariah.

7. 30 Rock Thursdays- Tina Fey+ Hannah= BFFs

8. Chilling with The Boy- As long as he's not trying to convince me that Dune The Miniseries is something created with the intention of being watched by people. Surely you jest.

xoxo Hannah

BE AWARE

Hannah and I installed a new people counter.

So don't think we are lame because is says 2 people have visited it.

We were up to almost 300 in 14 days, until it broke, god damn it.

love,

M

3 Things that Should Appologize

1. Candy Hearts:

You taste like extra strength ibuprofrin if it was accidentally stored with fruit, and yet you have no pain releiving properties.  So tell me, what are you good for? 

Nothing. Just give up (especially you, banana flavored heart. You know why).

2. Girl who Took my Clothes Out of The Drier and Left them, Still Damp, on a Table,

If I were to organize an outline about my feelings for you it would look like this:

I. You are a bitch who should not do laundry.

A. There were two open dryers besides mine.

1. I totally opened your dryer up with 30 minutes left JUST TO SPITE YOU. 

a. I would have thrown my gum in there too but the flavor was not gone yet.

B.  Do you realize you wasted $1.75 washing four sweaters?

1. Are you retarded?

a. Yes you are.

3. Ice:

You made me fall down and hurt my knee. What gives you the right to be so slippery?

 

Letters of appology can be sent to my email or dorm address. 

xoxo (but not to YOU candy hearts, laundry girl, or ice)

 Hannah

Say What?

Dear Bjorn,

We have some issues to work out.

I arrived at the birkie very excited to see you finish and whoop some butt. so I bet you can imagine my surprise when you came in SECOND!

Come on bjorn, ever since I knew who you were ( about 3 days ago) I have decided that you are god among men in the world of cross country skiing. I expected you use your ski poles and spear the competition.

On the other hand, an American beat you.

I only got one awful picture of you because you went so fast and, frankly, I didn't recognize you.

Notice there is a classic skier in front of you.


Love love love,

M

p.s. I really do love that you skied for MS. You still are my cross country god and I still love you. No hard feelings.

Ghost Catching

Now I have never been one to jump to irrational conclusions (the whole thing about Suwda being a werewolf was mostly a joke for those of you who didn't know), but Mariah and I are pretty sure our dorm is haunted.  For realzies. 

For months now I've listened to children laugh and run around above my head at night and wondered who the hell is keeping kids in their dorm upstairs and doesn't give them a reasonable bedtime. I never thought much of it until today. As I was racing to the bathroom to pee I happened to glance at the white board where we residents are supposed to write down our concerns and saw that someone had written: 

"Do we have a fourth floor? Does anyone else hear them or am I crazy?"

Then it hit me: there is no fourth floor. And I started to remember some strange things that have happened over this year, like a few months ago when the girl next door (in the room I originally thought the noises were coming from) knocked on our door and bashfully inquired as to if I'd been hearing anything strange coming from the ceiling. And I recalled how Suwda would always have people over and the TV on when I was gone because she was so terrified to sleep alone in here, and now days Mariah does the same thing.

Mariah watched bits of A Haunting on the Discovery Channel between naps and seems to think we ought to leave crayons and baby powder out near my desk in hopes that the ghost might be lured by some irresistible paranormal urge to color and will in the process disrupt the baby powder.

I think we just need one of these things:

A Victorian ghost catcher.

xoxo Hannah

A Personal Letter

Dear Bjorn Daehlie,

I think it's great that you are coming to the Birkie this year.

To be honest with you, I didn't know you were a multi Olympic Gold Medalists as well as a cultural icon in Norway. Hey! you even had your very own tv show. Good for you!

I had to google you.

Anyway, I look forward to seeing you.

Love,

M

p.s. please tell your fellow countrymen to beat the Italians. Really, it's getting old.

Eh there Birkie

Dear Skiers,

I am coming for you this weekend.

Watch out, I'll have my bell on me.


Love,

M

Classy Classy Roommates

Between our debate on whether it would be better to be a hamster or a gerbil and our delight at finding the a sandwich themed conversation in Mariah's Swedish book,

       -"Is it a small sandwich?"

       -"No. It is a large sandwich."

Mariah and I learned that in Minnesota it is illegal to have sex with a live fish. This revelation led us to ponder many questions (aloud in front of K-Dawg), namely: What precedent was set that this law had to be made? Has it ever been enforced? What are the penalties? Fines? Prison time? An essay? How does one actually go about this business of fish intercourse? Do fish have vajay-jays*? Is oral sex still legal? What if you are the one giving it? And why specify the state of the fish? Although live fish are out of the question for what I'm sure are ethical reasons (although I'm sure there are those who would argue the possibility of mutually rewarding consensual fish-sex, providing one takes the fish out for dinner first and doesn't ignore the ever-important foreplay), the Minnesota state government apparently couldn't bring its self to take away a man's God given right to fuck a dead fish to his hearts content.  After all, this is America. 

*They don't.

xoxo Hannah

A Hermione in a World of Malfoys

Dear Lovers of Life,

As you all know I am applying to move to Sweden sometime in the fall and I have been faced with the problem of a language barrier.

So I admit, I haven't been really using the cd I bought for 12 dollars off of Amazon. I just find it very difficult, and sometimes I rather watch reruns of A Haunting with Hannah, curled up on the floor in a blanket...

but today Martin told me something that made me feel guilty. "Mom asked about your Swedish learning, I told her you had been practicing, but are you?"

Errrm I haven't. I mean I do know lots of words and sentences that Martin said I'm never to use in any public setting. (but they sound so cute!). Well anyway I promised Martin I would start practicing. So I ventured up to the fourth floor of the library, searched "Swedish" in the computers and found the section.

Hannah came with for moral support where we found the small Scandinavian language section. It was quite small and old, I think some of the authors might have been the first to speak Swedish, but with the help of Hannah we picked some out that looked rather interesting.

Hannah selected some Russian books although I thought it would be fun for her to learn Norwegian so we could compete against each other, like the US and our special friend to the north (hint: they love maple syrup and have a giant ass leaf as a symbol).

SO after procrastinating by of working out and asking hannah if she would rather be a hamster or a gerbil, I began to read them. I felt so ridiculous, I could just imagine my Cecilia Bergsland calling me a retardo.

It hurt my feelings.

I really will try very hard. It's just I have a fear of never quite fitting in. I told Martin I would be like A Hermonie in a world of Malfoys. Then he asked if we had kids with Magical Powers, would we send them to Hogwarts because England was quite far away.

We agreed homeschooling would be the best route.

Anyway, I'm thinking about putting an ad in the paper, I mean there has to be someone old who speaks Swedish. It would look like this.

WANTED: OLD SCANDINAVIAN PERSON
MUST: Know Swedish
Bake Cookies
Compliment Me on Being Cute
and Knit Me Sweaters
IN RETURN I WILL:
Look at Pictures of Your Cat Birthday Parties
Not Tell You How Weird Your House Smells.

or something like that.

Oh and dear Swedish readers, why do you always so sound so happy?? Even the F word sounds like something you would top cookies with.

Love your hopeless friend,

M

p.s. Martin and my baby (the visa application) arrived at the Swedish consulate in DC on Valentine's Day (!!!)

p.s.s. är det en liten smörgås, Martin?

There is a Reason Why Math is with Numbers.

*UPDATE*

I have been informed iff may be a math term for "if and only if". I feel much better now.
Now if I can only explain why he wrote "please choice a personal number" today in class.......

Dear Math Professor,

You spelled "if" with two "f's" today. Like "iff".

It really bothered me, and I wondered if anyone else noticed.

I think you are hypocritical, I mean if I put an extra 0 on the number "10"
it would be "100", and it would be wrong.

Perhaps you should consider this when grading my quiz.

Love,

M ( 3 desks from the back)

When I was 12, Birds were Birds, Bees were Bees

Dearest loves,

I have been enthralled, nay, captivated by this news story about this 12 year old boy having a baby with a 15 year old girl. I have to share this because I just find it so sad yet interesting.

So here is the dish,

This British boy named Alfie gets a 15 year oldgirl (chantelle or something) Pregnant. Ok, so you say, dear readers, that I have already told you about this. BUT the plot thickens... Now there are 2 OTHER boys claiming to have had "relations" in the Bill Clinton sense, with this sexpot Chantelle and they too could be the baby daddies.

Here is the link. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/4630866/Schoolboy-father-Alfie-Patten-may-take-DNA-test-after-two-more-teens-claim-paternity.html

What do you think about this? I thought shit like this could only be American.

I think we should bring Maury into this situation, he would find out in a minute.

YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER.

Love mmwwaaa

M

A Note Of ThankYou

Dear Readers,

For a while there we only thought there were 5 of you, but now we can see with our nifty person counter there are 122 of you! wow!

The thing is, we never hear from you, what you like and what you don't. I think Hannah and I both would love it if you commented more on our blogs or even just commented on this one that way we know that you are real people and not just my boyfriend going on different computers.

You are all wonderful.

Love, Love, Love,

M

Final Counterpoint. All Subsequent Counterpoints Don't Count

Countering Counterpoint

END COUNTERPOINT

Counterpoint

God you're so gross.

End Counter Point.

The Insanity Defense

Valentine's Day,

Yes we all know it's a holiday made up so companies can sell a few extra cards and things shaped like hearts. Yes, some girls lose their minds being caught up in all the romance and chocolate...

and I, dear readers, like Hannah has stated, have become one of those girls.

I plead the insanity defense.

But can you blame me? For once in my life I actually have a serious boyfriend and am happy. I mean it's not the ideal situation, but I do the best with what I have, and what I have is the world's most perfect boyfriend.

Today is the day where I can get all gooey and "noo, I love you more" as much as I want because today was designed for it. I mean this boy sent me flowers even when he lives in a total different country then me. That takes work. God knows I love him for that.

So take that, I'm-too-cool- for-this people!

Today I will stand up proudly and say "Yes, Martin and I do that thing where we say "no you hang up first", and yes we make cutsie baby noises at each other on occasion, but so what?"

So go off and be sinister and criticize me for being happy, and ooey gooey. Everyone knows I do the same thing about you and your significant other behind your back while imitating vomiting.

I, dear readers, am a new fan of Valentine's day.

I love Karl Anders Martin Andersson with all of my heart.

Now go eat that pint of Ben and Jerry's and watch Bridget Jone's for the 800th time, I was in your shoes not too long ago.

Your time will come.

Love love love you snookums pumpkin pie honey bunch sweetie dumpling apple pie,

M

I <3 You Boyfriend

February 14th,  a special day. Mariah is in a romantic tizzy and, except to eat and/or pee, she hasn't left Martin's disembodied computer head ALLLL day. She CLAIMS she went for a walk this morning... but she may be confusing food scavenging at the Davie's Center for exercise. That's ok though, she's cute.

The Boy and I are postponing our Official Valentine's Day Celebration until tomorrow as he must work double shifts all weekend. I threatened to kick his boss in the face, but I probably won't, as I am far too lazy to walk all the way up the hill to Red Lobster. Oh well. 

Valentine's Day is a polarizing holiday. It tends to turn even the most sensible women into sappy bundles of sentiment, or alternately, into bitter, love-hating crones. There is little room for people like me who just genuinely love chocolate, glitter glue, and undue attention. Plus all they have on TV today are Lifetime movies starring Sally Field and shows about skanks getting married. Even on Food Network. Jeez. 

Well I've promised to escort Miss M to the Davie's Center for a much needed chocolate run so until we speak again: whether you are a crazy emotional mess or a loveless spinster, 

Happy Valentine's Day from all of us here at YuBainaGangsta (so just Mariah and Me)! 

May you all get laid,

Amen.

xoxo Hannah

I Love Picnik.

xoxo Hannah

A Message to Professors Everywhere

Dear Professors,

As a concerned member of your class I would like to give you a few pointers. Now, I am not telling you how to do your job. Heaven knows I didn't spend as much time as you on how to properly educate 18-26 year olds, but I have noticed a few things that you could improve on.

1. I hate when you randomly call on people in class. If I knew the answer I would raise my hand and let you know so I could receive my lousy 2 points in participation. Otherwise, I don't know, and I have no idea where you find this incisive need to embarrass me in front of my peers.

2. If you are speaking in front of a large group of people, please speak loudly enough so we can hear you. You are not teaching yourself after all.

3. I sometimes feel like you are teaching yourself. If I have a question, I would like you to know the answer, not "I will look that up for you". If you are going to test me on something, I suggest you know it yourself.

4. Participation points are extremely stupid. This encourages people to ask dumb questions (and there are dumb questions) and speak about things that makes the other class want to shoot them. Participation points = more talking, less speaking.

5. 10 point quizzes are lame. Knock it off.

6. Please, I don't like looking at your chest hair. The only time that is appropriate is if you are wearing a gold chain and swinging glow sticks above your head.

7. DO NOT put pictures of your cats in the powerpoints. This just makes me feel very sad for you.

8. If you teach math, stop the jokes. You are probably not funny. Nothing about math is funny, please come to class accordingly.

9. If you are a Poly Sci professor, stop being such a d-bag. We know you are smart and you went to school for a long time and you have voted in more elections than we have been alive for. We get it, it's annoying and unnecessary.

10. If you are teaching a subject, you should love it, and be passionate about it. When you love it, we love it. This does not apply to math professors, see # 8.

Thank you for you time. I will now continue to study for your 10 point quiz.

Love,

M

p.s. try to be more like Prof Jones, he seems cool

True Life: I give Birth to Animals

In lieu of some weird dreams I've been having... 

The next time I hear a pregnant woman say "I don't care if it's a boy or a girl; as long as it's healthy." I am going to ask, 

"But what if it's a FALCON?!"

Young women today think that they've got a handle on everything. "I'd love my child just the same even if it were violently mentally disabled or had metal pincers instead of hands. I'm gonna be a great mother." 

Oh yeah? What if your child had razor sharp talons and ate only raw salmon and field mice? Do you know how to toilet train a bird of prey? No you don't because they don't write parenting books on that shit! When it comes time for little Jimmy to go to school, who's going to explain to him that just because he looks a little different and mercilessly shreds the construction paper during arts and crafts, it doesn't mean he's any less special than the other kids? Ladies, it would take real unconditional love, patience, and thoughtful parenting to raise a well adjusted falcon-human hybrid in a world clearly prejudiced against them. 

xoxo Hannah

The Hills are Alive (Pt. 1)

Did you know: that Austrians are just like any other people, only taller and more environmentally conscious? It's true, I know some.

 J-Dawg's sister Katharina has come to our humble city from the great nation of Austria to visit her brother and find out exactly what our country has to offer. So far the terrible cafeteria food, cold weather, and jet lag (not America's fault) have probably put a damper on this Great American Odyssey, but Mariah and I have planned to help Katharina have the grandest experience possible and we will do everything in our power to insure that she has a lovely time.

I mean we already made sure she felt right at home by immediately singing the universally known Austrian Song of Friendship (The theme from The Sound of Music) outside her door before dinner.

Mariah sang so longingly that there were music notes on the wall! Wow. Look at that!

Later, we further introduced Katharina to our strange and beautiful culture by making her watch Rock of Love with Brett Michaels and half of Tropic Thunder. USA! USA!

And just to show that we care, Mariah and I asked before we started taking pictures of J-Dawg and Kat in their cute matching t-shirts.

"Do something Austrian!" Aren't they cute? Unfortunately Mariah started acting up and Johannes had to restrain her. Don't be a tourist Mariah, this is your country.

Stay tuned for Pt.2 of our many part series ,The Hills Are Alive, and learn more about our gentle brothers (and sisters) in Austria.

xoxo Hannah

Fwa Gwa

Dear Reader(s),

So I just ate my overpriced salad and drank my vanilla latte and thought to myself, god I hate high schoolers who visit and create long lines that prevent me from waiting for my usual sandwich. I have no patience.

Anyway, a few new things have happened since my last blog entry. First of all, I dropped one of my classes with one of the prof's I can't understand. Let's just say, it was impossible, that and I have been feeling a little overwhelmed.. which leads of the the second new thing in my life. I am applying for a Visa to live in Sweden in the fall. Yes I know I said this whole thing about school, but that doesn't seem like it will work out.

GOD DAMN IT THERE IS A PHONE WILL NOT STOP RINGING IN THE HALL!

sorry, anyway, Martin and I decided, with a little help from his mamma, that I should just apply for a residency permit and attend Swedish classes not through the college, then reapply for spring school. This brings us to the applications. Man, they really ask some weird questions like "Explain how you first met, with great detail, of where, when, and how". Of course martin wants this story that reads out like a romance novel.
Martin's ideal version
Mariah and I met on New Year's Eve, 2007. We were both attending the same New Year's party in Eskilstuna, Sweden and that was the night our lives were fated, nay, destined to be intertwined. I looked at her, she looked at me and it was love at first sight. We spent the entire party holding each other's hands, looking into each others eyes and talking about our hopes, fears, dreams, and aspirations. The hours melted away, neither one of us realizing the time. It was just her and I in that moment, someone even had to remind us to go outside for the New year to come in. We stood outside, the snow gently falling around us, the candles lighting a path below us, and we smiled at each other as the fireworks lit up the sky. We swigged our champagne and made our way inside to savor the last moments of the night. We were forever changed and from then on, we knew we would spend the rest of our lives together.

Mariah's Visa version
Martin and I met on December 31, 2007 through a mutual friend at a party in Eskilstuna, Sweden. We saw each other several times before my departure back to the U.S. on January 8, 2008. We decided that we would maintain a relationship although long distance and have so since.

Anyway, it's a very long process, and it will take 6-8 months to process. We both have to be interviewed too! That should be interesting.......

Well I have to go to photography class now and enter the scary world that is the HAAS fine art center, even pass the lovely portrait hanging on the wall entitled "Victor's Penis", of well, you get the picture. (pun intended)

love love love
M