"You can cry when you get older"
I know my last post was fairly selfish ("im not selfish! im...im BUYfish!") but then again, my world revolves around me, so if I cant talk to myself about me, then I really wouldnt have have my health. Which for now, I actually still dont, but i'm starting to kick this cold's ass now, thanks to my super-sweet daddy who sent me loads of swedish medicine.
Since yesterday wasnt exactly my best day in history, I wanted to delete it by going out, but, bad mood + alcohol = worse than before. So, i went home early. Was stopped from my awesome-o friend first who wanted to make sure that i was ok (love you sweety) and when i got home, i decided to talk to a certain someone, who of course made me laugh within seconds, and i went to bed with a smile for the first time in weeks.
Rugby tonight! And party with pretty much all of my friends in ireland - gonna be a good night!
It's weird that we dont watch rugby in sweden, it's such an awesome sport. Seriously, when a friend and I went to watch a game, we couldn't stop laughing. (the other team had pink shirts and some were "warming up" just in front of us, it pretty much looked like they were humping the grass. Hilarious.)
Sweet Lord I just remembered that I've signed up for surfing classes. Holy mama. Oh well.
Completely different subject; isn't weird how people live their lives after their age? "If you dont have kids by the time you're 30, you've failed"? Am I the only one who wants to wait til I have a steady income and proper home, no matter my age? I know I've been on about being 23 in College and being called "grandma" but the only thing that bugs me is that I still dont know what i wanna do. It has nothing to do with my age, but it does remind me that I might be 48 before my eureka! moment, and I'm not ok with it. I hate wasting time. Always have. My patience for time disappeared when I was about...5. I was able to read the newspaper when the other kids just realised that the sign on their door was actually their name. Imagine my frustration at the "learn how to read"-classes. And I was five. Five.
Since yesterday wasnt exactly my best day in history, I wanted to delete it by going out, but, bad mood + alcohol = worse than before. So, i went home early. Was stopped from my awesome-o friend first who wanted to make sure that i was ok (love you sweety) and when i got home, i decided to talk to a certain someone, who of course made me laugh within seconds, and i went to bed with a smile for the first time in weeks.
Rugby tonight! And party with pretty much all of my friends in ireland - gonna be a good night!
It's weird that we dont watch rugby in sweden, it's such an awesome sport. Seriously, when a friend and I went to watch a game, we couldn't stop laughing. (the other team had pink shirts and some were "warming up" just in front of us, it pretty much looked like they were humping the grass. Hilarious.)
Sweet Lord I just remembered that I've signed up for surfing classes. Holy mama. Oh well.
Completely different subject; isn't weird how people live their lives after their age? "If you dont have kids by the time you're 30, you've failed"? Am I the only one who wants to wait til I have a steady income and proper home, no matter my age? I know I've been on about being 23 in College and being called "grandma" but the only thing that bugs me is that I still dont know what i wanna do. It has nothing to do with my age, but it does remind me that I might be 48 before my eureka! moment, and I'm not ok with it. I hate wasting time. Always have. My patience for time disappeared when I was about...5. I was able to read the newspaper when the other kids just realised that the sign on their door was actually their name. Imagine my frustration at the "learn how to read"-classes. And I was five. Five.
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