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At the moment I'm located on the top of a bunk-bed watching Speed on TV. Why? Well, tomorrow I'm gonna take an exam in Dutch reading profiency and in order to do that I need to be in Stockholm, the capital of Sweden. I've never been here before and to be honest - I've never really wanted to go here either. The hate between proper Scanians and Stockholm-people is just rooted too deep in me, but I figured that I wanna take the exam and apparently I need to go away so what the hell - might as well go there.

So far I've figured out that the hotel was really hard to find, I get insanely worked up if I don't know exactly where I should go, the green tube-line is not the red tube-line and it's actually possible to ask people for directions and help. I've also found out that if I want to go by train on an expired ticket I just go up to the counter, look cute and confused and ask if my ticket is valid. (In my defence I actually didn't know if it was valid.) Fine, so maybe I didn't look cute and confused - maybe the guy behind the counter just wanted to get rid of me because he couldn't understand what I'm saying. (Think American hillbilly and you're on the right track here.)

Ah, apparently my sister wants my laptop now - I did bring it for her enjoyment while I study - aren't I like the bestest sister there is?!