well, the past 2 days, what have ive done? like nada man. okey, yesterday, woke up, did some marketing, bought some slaad and like a kilo of lemons. mmm, lemons. GOD I ADORE LEMONS!!!!then i went home, sat by the internet, watching some OC and Naruto, then i went to aupair meeting, was thinking about taking the bus since i had eaten so many chocolate crepes ( wch i made myself, okey, the smet was already done but i had to frie them babys!!!)and so i sat there waiting and waiting, i had my super cool sunglasqses on and everything. halv hour later i found out that the hours i was reading from were only valuable from monday til saturday, and ysterady was sunday... so i took the bike, went good, love susing down hill with the wind in my hair and everything, plus its good excersice so watta heck. the supernice girls waited for m, we ate quiche, a bunch of my favourite candy, u know fizzy bottles and kanelbullar and those juicy ones? while watching hunddtricket of course, so so movie, i like mario and alexander skarsgard dock. then i went home, and fell a sleep. no acctually, before that i spoke to u and u were all dissin witch im not used to, im used to being able to treat u like my disktrasa and that u still hang in there tryin to tear dow my walls. but u didnt, so i had the blues played some guitar and then went to sleep. with my clothes on. and i didnt brush my teeth. i guess its called depression or whatever. then i woke up at 10 30, coast clear, noones at home, i dont know why but they bug me out if there home, then u gotta like smile and pretend to be happy, otherwise theyll like deport u i think and i dont wanna take that chance, nohooo, no way, im staying here all summer, thats whatt im here for. then some more internet, talked to u, settled a date, darn i dont live in marseille, or btw, thats good, cause marseille really sucks but it would have been cheaper airtickets and now ypur like coming here for my birthday i hope and then well be happy bunch again. cant wait to get u into my bedroom:) ill look teh door, order roomservice and youll never be aloud to go out. your task will be kissing me for the whole two weeks, if your nice and dont talk to much ill even alough u to go to the bathroom^^ but only on special accoauins!! and then i didnt do anything, got kiddo, did the ususal kiddo stuff, we went to that freaky depot venete again, hate that place, all u do is stare and then we went home and now ive watched some jessica parker movie wich was not so good, i liked her friend though, shes a bit like me. or not.and then i made a rule list and tejped a really skinny girl next to it. its beach 2007 soon, and also i got my carrier to think about... darn crepes. btw anton, i really really REAAAALLY miss u, and thats why i go a bit insane sometimes, even though its harsch words and evil thoughts coming out of my mouth its only because i love u and miss u soooo much. im sorry buts thats who i am. your my best friend. tomorow is wow day:)
Monday, 5 February 2007
Saturday, 3 February 2007
Ill be a martyre for the sake of having fun
sooooo, tryin to keep up to my newyears resolution, its better too late then never guys, so dont judge me.well well, what did we dooo? yeeah, i got my salery, thats cool although i had to pay for the language courses, not so cool, but obviously they had forgotten (or because i paid to soon) that i had chosen the fractioned payment, so i got off 25 euros much cheaper:D and that called for a ceebration, im no longer too cool for school and we ended quite resonably, just that new wierd chick in my class tryin to replace my friend Maria... thats sooooo not gonna happen dude, so just dont bother man. Got a bit warmer now though, due to my extra cash and my bigboned body that wont alove to go near any of the sales going on right about now i celebrated the missforgiving of france langue with a big bag of cookies and a bottle of their cheapest vodka:) and some sprite to i have to admit, cause i dont bare to swallow that shit just like that; no no, the glory days are over i tell the....at least for now, we never know...anyway, then i watched the kiddo til his parents got back from school, chill, we made tshirt printing, he painted his white tshirt with big red plums.... looks kinda scary since it looks like hes been on a killing spree and never got the chance to wash himself off before wanting to play with the playdough, but at least hes happy and his parents thought it looked adorable and cool. at least they said so.... anyhoooooow, got dressed, xent to the station and hooked up with mandy there, she didnt recognize me due to my unforgivable wannabe Cat5 haircut, but its hair i mean, it could be worse, peppar peppar ta i trä.anyhow, on the train there was this wierd guy(why do i allways get stuck with the wierdos!?) who was giving us a high class sneak peak of his stripperella moves. not to recommend, then a guy with a ticketcontrol uniform shows up, never gotten that pale ever, i mean, it was nine in the evening, do they even work then!?he didnt check the tickets but to be on the sure side i hid in the toilet. very classy, stayed there just until we arrived to nice. the toilet went cluck manytimes... after arriving we had our partyposse:p waiting, sara and sophie and we went to lisas to go party before heading out, cause its expensive with booze here in clubs, and waynes is not known to have generous public wanting to support my future wallet.anyhow, lisas was great, scary elevator though, hate those birdcages that u only can be like 3 peeps in.The beforeparty (is that how its called?) was great, emma and klara fom london were there, we played some corny but funny drinking game, my liver must be going on some strong pain killers cause i didnt feel a thing, or maybe its somekind of conspiracy between everyone against me trying to calm my drinking down, replacing my vodka with water behind my back...i gotta install some videosuveliance kameras...those kitchy ones they have on all the trains... anyway, i did not get drunk, waynes was closed but we meat some cool swedish dudes from gothenburg, we knew they were swedish cause we all are high fashionistats comparing to french dudes, and then we meat them up in a bar called mcdonalds or something, lot of cute guys and girs there, meat some cool bondi beach chicks and a guy wanted to start a fight cause he thought i was not french enough for him and then a guy bought me tequila and said i spoke really good french an then i gave him my msn and then we went home to crash at sohpies appartment, many thanks u guys and then we woke up, went to breakfast at their amasing ocean wiev appartement and then we went shopping i bought a green surf tshirt and a bigmac and company and sara bought a happymeal and got the strangest toy saying quiiiiiiiiiiiii and then we went to liberthe and had some samba and then we went home and now im here, ive removed the tequila guy( i mean he gave me a drink, not a kidney) and im all alone and i have crepes remixe in the fridge but im too lazy to do anything.btw nutella on microwaved bread is neat. and also i think im slipping away from you.
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