Shame on you if you fool me once, shame on me if I give up.

(Svensk översättning kommer)
So after some asking and a lot of begging from international friends I will from now on be writing in English (and Swedish).
This week has just been absolutely utter shite, so I'd rather not talk about it too much, or at all frankly.
Instead I'm looking forward to the coming week!
Today I was at Rindi (The Student Union) and prepared the gingerbread cookie dough for tomorrows baking, it's supposed to sit in the fridge over night to really soak up all the delicious spices, tomorrow will be hard work; 200 cookies and 200 saffron breads (k)need to be made (See what I did there?! Oh the pun level). Massive thanks to my friend Viktor though for keeping me company and helping out.
And by the looks of it I'm going to have to do it alone, I will officially have suffered the christmas death come Monday.
On Tuesday there's a meeting with the staff from the café.
Wednesday is the concert with the Rindi choir in which Theresa, Maya and myself will take part.
And on Sunday I'm working in the Café and have an essay due.
Yes I think I will have died by then, haha.
Now I'm off to Theresa's for some pizza.

Question of the day:
Theresa asked about any nostalgic memories of mine, and I would have to say that nostalgia mostly comes to me through flavours and scents - like eating or drinking something my grandmother used to make - like saffron bread, or black currant squash or elderflower squash.
She always made everything on her own and we'd always sit in her garden in the shadow of the apple trees and "fika". That's proper nostalgia for me.

My question to Ronja;
Have you ever had a bad experience in gaming because of gender bias?

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Tot later vriendjes.