Carry Me Over

Alright, I begin to realize I've been here to long when my jokes begin to sound like the Professors. Not good. Today was study day and I realizes as well that it's gonna be a though last month with a lot of stress. Sounds fun. The readings just make me aggravated and I just want to hit the writers. They are so ignorant and I feel a very violent urge when I read thru some of it. Count to 10.
1...
2...
3... Calm.

The more fun parts of the day was when I talked to an old friend from high school (talked, more or less chat on facebook). Boy, how I miss all those people. Another more happy thing was the dinner. After eating Z-burgers for 3 to 4 days I stumble upon my RA and some others in the corridor making food. So I end up cooking parts of the rice to a chili and sausage dinner. Very good and nice company. Somehow the conversation begin to sift to hair so I tell them about my long-haired period. They can't believe it so I have to show them. All the girls go ahhh ... seriously, every time I show a photo of my long-hair all girls goes on with how cute it is and such. Wished I had keept it.

After that I saw how fun everyone else had it in Karlstad and I miss it. It feels like I have seen the most thing and could go home. I really miss all classmates in Sweden. Of course the Swedish newcomer asked me if I wanted to go back home to my family. I said no and thats probably still true because I know that when I get home it will be 3 LONG weeks with my sisters, isolated from the world around me . Also thought upon my birthday in more than a month. 21 in Sweden is completly wasteless, doesn't mean anything but here it is THE birthay. So 21 is special until I get home and actually becomes it...4 months to late. Bummer.