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I’m thinking of going there. Should I or should I not? I know Tobsan will be there too, but hey, this is an independent nation, I should be able to go anywhere I want without him interrupting my plans. I want to meet sweethearts such as Emilia, Karolina, Linus and Albin. I really, really want to!
But then it’s my economy. Can I afford to be there? Hard to say, I think it’s a fine line between having little money and being totally broke. I could use that money to buy Christmas gifts for my mother and my grandmother. And this year I have to buy something for my father, too. Haven’t given him anything for years. But I can’t shake off the feeling that he forgets about Christmas and my birthdays on purpose just to avoid buying gifts for me. Or at least give me some money. Gah, whatever.
I followed Albin all the way up to Skövde this morning, then I took the train back to Gothenburg. I had to wait for the train back for over an hour, and in that time I saw a girl with the ugliest, most horrible hair extensions I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t keep myself from not looking at the hair extensions because they were so terrible, so I kept being irritated and angry about the girl. How could you even let them on? Because they were expensive to put on? Whobody cares?! You look like a scarecrow with those… long bushy whiskers of yours! Oh no, by the way. It wasn’t the hair extensions, it was her real hair that looked terrible. It was… curly! Not curly curly, like Mel B and Boney M, but curly as if she woke up with that hair, put on the superstraight extensions as they were a pair of earrings and then went to the train station. Gives me the creeps.
That reminds me of the latest (and maybe the also the last) time my mother cut my hair. She made my hair look like I was wearing hair extensions, even though that was my real hair. And suddenly it felt like I’ve lost half of my soul because my real hair doesn’t look like my real hair anymore. Seriously, I cried. And mum kept apologizing. But now it’s grown a little and it looks okay I guess. But don’t let my mum cut your hair if you’re afraid of high risks. I should copy some insurance papers from the social insurance office in case that she might get into trouble.
So, what about Dreamhack? Gah, still thinking!
