Tall people can find clothes in Japan! Just bought myself a shirt and a pair of running shoes size 28 and a half! Also, Japanese fashion is the shit! Too much coffee in my system! 

The feeling of being a foreigner is constantly present- only been here for about one and a half week, but being 6ft4 and blond(ish) certainly attracts looks. Not all to used to it, considering that people in Sweden are pretty statuesque by nature. A bike is an absolute necessity considering that public transportation is pretty expensive, even here in Osaka. Thus far I've been able to use the monorail as a life-line to navigate myself back home to the safety of the dorm, but every now and then I get so incredibly lost that I don't know what to do. I'm in for an interesting year, that much is certain.

Got a 58% Real Swede rating on the Swede test...Damn it! Jag är ju fan född i Stockholm!

Had an awesome encounter with a wave of zombies hauling ass through Gamla Stan...totally forgot  that it was the annual Stockholm Zombie Walk. Facing a wall of zombies made me realize that I'm not prepared for the eventual appocalypse of the living dead, should there be one.

Final documents on their way- everything sans the actual trip will then be set. Can't decide if I'm more nervous or excited over the entire thing. Hopefully I'll come out a better person once it's all over

Apparently 100% match and friend with some guy called Drew Ginsburg. Took me a good minute to realize that said person is a character on something called Most Eligible Dallas and that the match profile was part of an advert from Bravo. Can't really say that I've ever pondered dating a guy, but hey- he's apparently a wealthy heir of sorts. Something about 10 car dealerships throughout the Dallas/Fort Worth area. The idea of selling my love for cold hard cash suddenly became a frightening albeit lucrative reality.  

Futile as it might be I'd be curious to hear from anyone who lives in or has ever been in Osaka. Will be heading there in September and I need some hot scoops on the lay of the land. Now that I'd think about it, I'd like to hear from anyone who's ever been to Japan and has a story to tell about it.

“I’ve been thinking. When life gives you lemons? Don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give me lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man who’s going to burn your house down! With the lemons! I’m going to get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!”

Spring came late this year to Sweden, and with it came "Fantastic Mr Fox". Yours truly found it interesting enough to catch on the silver screen. Full disclosure: I have a random sense of humour. I find randomness in nearly all its forms to be hilarious. Mr Fox was random. So much so that it had me in a laughing fit that pretty much went on from the first to the last frame. God, I love that movie so much. Every major character in this film is endearing, partially because of their appearance and partially because of the amazing voice-work. I would end this with a "If you want a feel-good movie to start up your lalala..." if the rest of the entry hadn't sounded so much like a review  already. Seriously though, it's good- good enough for you to watch. So go see it. Now.

Last night I had the most vivid dream I've had in a long whole. Scratch that, it was a nightmare. I was dreaming that me and a few friends were going to see some random horror flick at the cinema. I won't bore you worth the details, but sufficed to say this was a pretty messed up cinema. For some reason I ended up sitting on the floor in the isle. The movie starts and I start getting so freaked out by it that I can barely stand watching. I cover my ears in an attempt to ward of the scares, which works great the fist time, but becomes harder and harder to block out as this weird Ringu like film goes on. I suddenly find myself being a character in the very same movie I'm watching, trying to escape a small homicidal psycho ghost girl. Naturally I completely loose my shit. To make matters worse the process of waking up is so seamlessly integrated into the dream that l couldn't tell whether I was still dreaming or not. For the first 10 minutes of the morning I was considering the possibility that someone might be hiding under the bed or lingering behind the shower curtain.