i hate not having a computer.

at the library now. my internet addiciton is sick. i'm gonna have more than 1000 blog entries to check in three weeks, assuming that i won't be able to check them before. or that sean will come back early. tell me you'll pray tonight? for sean? and his fan?

oh who cares, maybe i'll actually get good grades now, at least for a couple of weeks? mock exams coming up.

list of scaryness of mock exams:

1. history
2. biology
3. math
4. swedish, english, french

oh. i got my tok-essay back today. better than last time, maybe i'll get at least 2 bonus points for tok and extended? pray for that too.

tok, yeah... carol, the teacher, was super super late - josefine, who was before me, had waited for 15 minutes, and that means that i'd have to wait for 30 minutes. i got a different time tomorrow in stead though, carol had to "pick up her kids". dude, at 1.30? you're supposed to work then. i hate it when teachers aren't as organised as you expect them to be. i'm just happy that the requirements for my organisation are so much smaller. what if i had to do everything on time, and always come prepared to classes? on the other hand, i won't leave 30 people "with the beard in the mailbox" if i don't do my homework, and i don't get paid to be organised. i DO get paid to come to classes though (<3>

snowy, beautiful, wet, cold malmö. slow fucking computer. i want sean back.

Sean is going to the doctor

Yeah, his fan sounds real funny. Buh-bye internet. Super sad face. :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

the way you hold my hand

Side-kissing is fun!

Yeah, no, I'm not high.

she's so sweet with her get back stare

So, when will I stop thinking about Ian more than once a week? I want to forget. I really do. I wish I'd never met him because he's such a delicious piece of ass. Ass being the key word. And also delicious, to some extent. I honestly wish I'd just made out with random people in Gothenburg. Asswipe-Ian.

Or maybe I don't. Maybe I'm past that stage, and he's just... nothing to me. Oh god, I promise to not ever again devote this much blog space to a boy.

I'm going to get my hair cut. It's true! I'm going for something like this. You don't suppose she can change my face and body to resmble Charlize's entirely? No? Well, fuke her.

Okay, seriously. If I promise to get over Ian, can I please get some action? I'm bored and lonely. The nuclear bomb was invented by a bored and lonely person. Hitler was a bored and lonely guy. Bored+lonely = bad.

Bang bang, shoot me Gavrilo! (Indie band lyrics vs History HL revision)