| Thursday, April 1 | ||
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| Gee, today was a total blast. I'm on Easter break now and therefore I was going to catch a plan heading north, to go home and visit my parents. I had to get up #¤&%! early to ensure that I could take the plan leaving at 2pm so I had to go up around 8am, that wasn't to funny since I had worked until 11pm the night before. Anyways, I got up and started packing (I know I have a great sense of planning) and I felt kinda pre-menstrual cause everything that my landlord did annoyed the hell out of me. I left home at 10, wildly running to catch the train leaving at 10:01 (normally the run from home to the train station takes about 2 minutes so I was kinda in a hurry. Astoundingly enough, I reached the platform just as the train rolled in. After a 30 minutes train trip, a 5 minutes subway trip and a 40 minutes bus drive I reached Arlanda (Stockholm's airport). I ran to the ticket office in order to buy a stand-by ticket and the salesman tells me that thfere are 6 empty chairs on the plane and 5 stand-by travellers ahead of me. Lucky me I thought, that had taken the 6th place. Well, stupid me. Of course it came a fat ugly sonuva with a more expensive ticket and took my seat. The next plane would be leaving at 8pm, six f***ing hours later. Soo, what can you do on an airport for six hours you may think. So did I and the only conclusion I came up with was absolutely nothing. After eating lunch at McDonalds (boredness can make me do really weird things) and still 5 and a half hours left. I became rather desperate to do something so I started to flirt with army-boy sitting at the table nearest to me. It was rather funny cus he didn't know what to do with himself, turning red and all. After I had enjoyed it to its end I decided to sleep the rest of the hours away. |
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....................| Friday, April 2nd | ||
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| Soo, my first day at home, without minding about what to cook, or if I have clean undies or not. Quite nice I must say, to have a mother that takes care of you. I guess I have had to mature very quickly since I moved out at 16. But I do love living on my own. I don't have to face all the problems a family living together have to encounter, I don't have to be annoyed when my 'rents do things I don't see as appropriate and so on.
Anyways, it's nice being home. I found out where in the States I'm going to be for my exchange year. I wasn't too happy when I heard that I will live in Missouri. I had chosen to be placed in the south-east part, such as Florida and I end up in Missouri, the farming and cattle state numero uno! Noo, I wasn't at all too keen about it. But then I read about the family, which seems more than ok, as myself they are sports freaks, with a gym in the basement and such. I had just started to accept the fact me being in Missouri (Misery?) when I read some stuff about my high school on the net. Gaawd, the school has about 225 students, and half of them are elementary students. I thought I would gonna cry. I wanna go to a big school, where you don't know everyone ater one day. So now I'm not happy about my situation again. I think Ma is gonna call my agency up and see if I can switch schools, she doesn't like the idea either. My mum's really cool. But it's a red day today (now I'm not having my period, that's the name for the days when everything is closed) so we can't do it until Monday or Tuesday. Boooring. I haven't done a thing today. Only been watching telly, I think I know it all about the Kosovo crisis now, and I even watched Glamour and that's a rarity. Being at home isn't all that funny. My sister asked me if I wanted to join her and her friends, they were going out, but I took a raincheck. I don't feel like partying tonight, and besides, my push-up's getting washed. *grin* |
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....................| Saturday, April 3rd | ||
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| Today, my mum violently woke me up at 10am, and that's early for a girl named Sara Byrlind. I got up, took a shower and watched this freaky movie called "Gone fishin" with Joe Pesci and that fella who plays the partner of Mel Gibson in "Dödligt vapen", I dunno what the title is in english, maybe "Deadly weapon"? I have no idea and neither do I. The ugliest word of the day is the English word for making out - snog. Sounds like something you do with a brush and soap. But I don't know if the Swedish word for it (hångla) is any better but a girl has to complain about something, now doesn't she? Anyways, that's what has happened so far. |
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