Neither adult nor teenager.

I collect teenage points, adult points and semi-adult points.
A semi-adult point is for example when you think “Hmm, I better go to the loo loo now while I’m at work, that means saving toilet paper at home ergo more money for booze!”

Of course I never thought that.

A Very semi-adult me. Probably circa five years ago. Its one of few pictures of myself in later life that prooves my original haircolour.

Where is my London weather

You know when you've bought a really big woolly knitted jumper and on the way home you imagine late nights cuddled up in the sofa with a big cup of tea and your favourite reading (Harry Potter, Madam Geneva or The Independent for me, please!). Candlelights, rain drizzling outside, big pillows and a blanket draped over your knees.

But no.

When I got home, the sofa was occupied, there was no green tea and the sun was still bloody shining.

Bah!

If you want them to know it - WEAR IT

Just got an email from the lovely streetshirts.co.uk. My order has dispatched! Soon two very sexy tops, designed by myself of course, will arrive in Clapham Junction. They will be waiting for me when I get back to England. They are ravishingly sexy.

Its all about making yourself known. I'll be wearing them all week for Freshers.

Sibling love

Few things in life as as satisfying as watching your younger sister make her bed perfectly neat and tidy, stretching the sheet so that you can bounce a coin on it and when she looks away...

JUMP!

Its all about paperwork and slutty swedes

At the moment I’m in my native Sweden. A vacation that includes sorting out pretty much everything concerning my move to Kent. I got a nice surprise as I arrived on Tuesday night. There was a stack of about two feet ( well almost) of bank documents, Student Finance reports, Kent information and a whole bunch of other stuff written on crisp newly folded white sheets in very small and important print waiting on my desk. I plunged
Student finance is almost sorted out and indeed I must admit to have a certain love for the Swedish government since they’re giving me money plus my Swedish bank is being nice to me again. Ive also worked my way through the Welcome Week folder where I found that the International students of Kent University are encouraged to wear their national dress to the welcome dinner. I just imagined all these kids in Austrian Heidi-style clothes, German lederhosen, Geisha silk robes, Russian furs and maybe one of two Mexicans in sombreros sipping Jose Cuervo Reserva.
What a joke - what am I supposed to wear? A tiny bikini, six inch heels, porn star pout and a blonde bedroom-hair wig accessorised with a terrible accent?

Btw, there is a species of sea cucumber who breathes and does number one and two from the same hole. Imagine the morning breath! Even I’m safe there...

Welcome to THE SCANDILOUS LIFE

Yes this would be me. Sara Malm, aged 19, Swedish girl lost in London since last september and now on my way to uni to become a journo.

I find introduction rather silly since I’ve been blogging on and off since 2006, however only in my first language. The whole idea for an English blog came when I visited my future university course’s homepage and it seemed like everyone had one. Obviously there was no way I’d find myself beaten before I even started the course so here’s the result.
I needed to come up with a name for this rampage rant-page of mine and since I’m Scandinavian and I have a tendency to do rather scandalous things (or at least say them), it was a given. So again: welcome to The Scandilous Life.


Oh well, I'll keep it short…

I moved to London and England a year ago and I’ve been working as a cocktail bartender and waitress in Chelsea and Soho since November after taking a short course in bartending. I first applied to Oxford to study English but quickly realised that it wouldn’t be right for me. So after searching UCAS very thoroughly I found the one I thought was perfect. Kent University and the Centre for Journalism. Right now that is where I stand. One foot in London and the bar world that I love with all my heart and the other halfway through a move down to Kent to start uni in exactly eleven days. We’ll see how this one goes.

Anymore for anymore?


Just finished reading about the Sudanese journalist Lubna Hussein who refuses to pay up after being convicted of indecency for wearing trousers in public. She says she’d rather go to jail on principle. Also, she comments, it’s a chance for her as a journalist to “explore the conditions in jail." That’s my girl, fuck yeah.

The Scandilous Life

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