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Hello! I've been procrastinating this for a while. Sincere apologies to all my faithful fans (please, no pictures). I didn't get all that many comments on that entry, ya know, were I asked for comments, but I did get some. Fair enough, I won't ask too much. However, I really do know that more than like the 6 people who have commented here are reading my blog. You might ask yourself how I can know that... Well, it's a secret.

Not really.

So, we're two weeks into the new year, and I'm liking it. So far, my year has consisted of

• Being home alone
• Having party due to previous point
• Getting drunk at before-mentioned party
• Going back to school and actually doing most of my homework, even the boring stuff
• Only skipping one class last week (math...!)
• Getting a 7 on the written commentary we did in Swedish last month. It was the day after the IB Cabaret, and I. Was. Hungover.
• Seeing the IB Cabaret movie and realizing I'm not as fugly as I thought I was
• Seeing The Chronicles of Narnia last night. I cried. And when I left the movie theater I got this unexplainable urge to go to a church and pray.

Yeah, that's about it. Except for New Year's Eve.

That evening started with Kajsa and I going to Burger King for a fancy dinner, and then hooking up with Ylva and Ell at Ylva's place. After an hour or so of make up, hairspray and blue liquor we left for Jompa's place, which held plentiful amounts of beer and happy happy people. Here, we danced to Call on Me, Slagsmålsklubben and M.I.A. 'Twas great. At midnight, we went out to Stortoget (= the Big Square) and watched the pwetty pwetty fireworks. Everyone goes Happy New Year and kisskiss blah blah blah. You know the drill.

The highlight of the evening was going to KB, a hip/bohemian nightclub for three hour's dancing. I like to dance, I really do. I met a 24-year old guy who wanted to crash at my place. Yeah... no. Still, it was two offers in less than a month. Wow, I'm le cool.

After KB, we went for falafel and then Martin and I walked back to Jompa's. At like 5 am. I felt very... well, very 18. I took the first bus home, which made me feel like tha wild party animal I am. Did that make sense? I don't know. Had a good evening though.