Looks like I'm back on here. Nice, but I don't know if I've got the time to look at all the sets I've missed etc.

Last day on SG.
Take care, bye bye now.

I'm having the most difficult time deciding what phone to get. I can't seem to make any decisions lately.



Today Johanna said the funniest thing when we were watching some emo kids at the park by the castle. "Shouldn't they, like, explode when they're in the sun? They should blow up like a balloon and just go, POOF....and be gone."
"What? That's pretty mean. Why?"
"You know like when trolls get sun on them, they explode. They're allergic to the sun."
"They are? What do trolls have to do with it?"
"But look at them. They just don't look like they can take any sunlight. They're all pale and dressed in black."
"Yeah, they probably don't like to get tanned. They're sad."

But seriously. Our town is getting invaded by these kids. There weren't that many when I was 14. I looked ridiculous in a completely different fashion. Or well, ok, quite similar. The police came and the kids threw away their wine and beer bottles. The police officers walked past me, Johanna and Jessica, looked at us, and greeted us with a friendly "Hello!". This is like the 157th thing this summer that's made me feel old.

There was the discussions about the best coffee, best dark chocolate, and best beer kinds (no longer cheapest!). There was the suggestion of going to the coast for a weekend of fishing, Ellen going with her boyfriend canoing, the talks about the best weeks of the summer to go on holiday (people have jobs these days, and take out their vacations in the summer, instead of working in the summers). Meeting for a lunch, going to museums and guided tours, art shows, the list goes on. Soon people will be having kids and getting married. Makes me feel like I'm more like the 14 year olds in the park.

Today I saw my very first transvestite in Örebro. I've been living here for 20 years or so. It was like a present meant for me on my birthday.

I've had the dullest day in history. I've watched too much Fawlty Towers. I'm actually starting to think Sybil dresses rather foxy. Look at the little minx!



I made a gigantic raspberry smoothie, had some bulgur with chicken and salad for dinner, and topped it off with some cookies, this resulted in a belly that seemed pregnant with a nasty alien. God I feel sick.



My mother is driving me crazy. I wish Martina wasn't in Malmö. I should've gone with her!

Tomorrow is my birthday and I most of all want to crawl under a brick and stay there 'til it's time to go to Cardiff.



Better make it three. See how bored I am here? I actually googled "brick". Well done, internet, for giving me endless information I couldn't possibly use or want to know about.

This also came up in my search for bricks



Quite pretty I think.

Oh well I'm gonna go watch some more Fawlty Towers then. Don't mention the war!



(John Cleese is a genious.)

Those are some photos from my birthday party. Pay special attention to how good looking all my friends are. I don't know anyone who has better looking friends than me. Ellen did say she thought she saw a clown every time she looked down and saw that polka dotted shirt, but I think it's lush.

Martina and I (not in photos) sat up tonight making fun of each other. She said something I thought was funny when we talked about how you see yourself. "I walk around pretending to be the one I wish I was. I can't be aware of what I'm really like, if I was I'd think I was the worlds biggest dork." I guess that means I'm aware of what I'm really like.

I was going to put up photos from this weekend, but I seem to have become an idiot and don't know what I'm doing. I'll do it another day.

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My cousin had a birthday and made a blueberry cake. Isn't it amazing?

Bloody hell the dollar is low! Yay for ordering stuff online!