Busted!

In seven days I will once again disappear into the world of this horrible game that has kept me prisoner for little over four years. I don't even have the energy to feel sad about that anymore, I've had good runs and bad runs and fun and anger and I've met so many fantastic, wonderful, amazing people. Normally I don't like tribute things, but this one has to be done.

Bulle

Nazan

Sanderrahl

Stridr

Ifretti

I love you all. Thank you for highlighting my game and showing me that online gaming is more than just sitting by a computer.

You're all crazy!

- Which gummibear is the evil one?
- I think it's the yellow ones. They're less of them in the pack because the others keep ganging up on them.
- I think it's the red ones. They contain stuff from animals. That seems evil to me.

snowstorm

Never. Watch. A. Birth. With. Your. Boyfriend. He'll get more freaked out than you about it. I promise. If you happen to be a boyfriend... don't compare your girlfriend to a snake. If she's afraid it won't do much good. Oh, and don't consider putting your head up where the sun don't shine... Ever.

What's your angle?!

Snow! Lots and lots and lots of snow! White, fluffy and cold! SNOW! So yes... I like snow. You see, I grew up with the mentality that there "is no bad weather, there is only bad clothing". Yea... Swedish kindergardens are weird. They throw you outside with those words even in pouring rain and hail! Then again, I'm fairly sure that I at some point during a winter season ran out in my bathing suit together with a bunch of other kids. Bathing suits and wellington boots. Is there any need for me to mention that I was the instigator or is that obvious by now? Yes, that is one of my proudest moments. Since then it just went downhill...

- What happened to you? You used to be cool.
- No, I didn't!

I guess I can't answer that anymore, because here's the proof. I used to believe in something. I used to be able to motivate people. I used to be fun! And yes, a part of me is actually considering running around in an orange bikini and my pink wellington boots. Ah, good days...

Frost giants.

When I went to sleep last night I had this amazing idea about getting up at 6:30am and then catch the bus at 6:45am. Last night that made perfect sense. This morning it did not. You see, it takes me about 15 minutes to actually walk from my apartment to the bus stop. I've never run that fast to the bus in my life. And I've never thought please don't trip, please don't trip, please don't trip that much ever. And I've never had so much trouble breathing due to cold air before either. Or well, I probably have, I just can't remember it right now. There's snow here, you see. And frost. And ice. And delayed busses and trains and people. Luckily my brain's rather delayed all the time so I don't really notice it.

Oh, Steve mein kinderstrudel...

Sometimes I'm wondering what the hell I'm doing. Other times I just go along with my brain and pretend that it doesn't matter. Don't get me wrong, I still know where I'm going and such, I just don't really know what I'm actually doing. Maybe it's because I'm tired. I guess that would make sense. Then again, maybe my brain is trying to trick me and I'm not tired at all... I'm onto you!

Do you have any chocolate? I really feel like chocolate right about now. You do, don't you? And you want to keep it for yourself... Wow... and I thought we were friends. I really did. Such a terrible, terrible shame...

Brunch?

Have you ever partaken a two-hour-journey containing one bustrip and one trainride when feeling so sick you keep wondering when and over who you're going to throw up? I did that today and even though I had to go home from the accounting-lesson because I was wondering if I was going to throw up all over my incredibly pink books. (I didn't, but thanks for your concern.)
The worst part of it is that I brought it completely on myself. I do that sometimes. To know that I'm alive, you know. It's a test-thing. (No, of course it isn't, but it was my own fault for not eating properly yesterday. Shame on me.)

Idol is such a weird show. What ever happened to practising in your garage and hoping that a boss from a record company will walk past in search of a loo and a bone because his car broke down? (Dog and bone = phone - it's Cockney. Learn to deal with it.) People of today are lazy. Lazy, I say!

I'm right, you're wrong. Deal with it.

My dad's in the hospital. It's horrible to think about it, because I have no idea what is wrong and to put it frankly "I have my own business to attend to". Do you have any idea how horrible it is to know that you have to not think about it? You have to try and think about something else, so you don't fall into a pile and start crying. You have to focus on something else to keep the tiny black hole in your chest from growing. I'm terrified that there's something severely wrong with him. I'm terrified that my mom's gonna be left alone and that my dad won't be there when we celebrate Christmas or when I have kids or when my sister has kids... You get the point here, right? It's so horrible that I joke about it with my boyfriend. He thinks that it's some form of hyperthyroidism (giftstruma in Swedish) and if he's right I have to call him "Dr. Sir Jesus". If he's right, then I will. It's the small things that get you through the day. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, but not knowing is incredibly painful. Then again, if it's something incurable then ignorance will be bliss.

Ding dong, the witch is dead!

Joy to the world! The neighbour's gone! We barbecued... Uhm... Ignore that... But he is, in fact, gone. Hooray! Victory! When I'm less high from happiness I'll give you some better info about it, but right now I just can't think about anything else than how happy I am. Oh, well accept what is gonna happen to the dog. I actually had to call the police to find out what was wrong with it. There was no one in the apartment and the dog just kept on howling and barking. Poor dog.

Prais! Paris! Psarie!

You know, if someone had told me a few years ago that I'd be studying accounting on a university level I would probably have laughed at them. Sadly they would now be correct. How the HELL did this happen? I used to be fun. Oh wait... no, I didn't.

Do you know of a program where I can download a skill to draw right into my head? That'd be so damn practical. Then again, I guess it wouldn't be my style. Not that I actually have a style, but you get the point, right?

Ah... life is good. Or is it...?