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Doing laundry right now. I washed four machines of clothes.
I’m thinking of selling some of my clothes on auction. I have been shopping so much lately, that the wardrobe is growing and consequently so does my laundry as well. I only wear just a small selection of clothes, so selling those that I don’t wear anymore (but that are still wearable) would be a very good idea. They deserve to find themselves some better wardrobes to live in. Then I’ll buy some school books that I still haven’t purchased.
Oh, and guess what? I got the highest grade on the pronunciation test that I’ve briefly mentioned from an old post. I was so afraid that I might have screwed up on some parts, but it turned out to be this good, far from my expectations. Now I also hope that I will pass my phonetics exams, and I’ll be free for a couple of days. Then it’s time for exams again = more sleepless nights >_<.
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The only dream I ever had was being with you~
Okay, enough of Westlife now!
I’ve been having serious problems with my sleep. I just CAN’T! My sleep just WON’T! My body goes BLARGHAGHAR! Anyways, it’s not that serious really. I’m just still not used to having sleeping problems when I’m this young, and also always after exam periods.
Putting in new categories now! Riceballs will remain still, but meatballs are going! New balls are *drums* ~ BASEBALLS :D.
x: ‘Welcome to the team, baseball, how does it feel?’
o: ‘Leave me alone.’
x: ._.
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But I still have loads of stuff to do. My Internet has been suspended because I was careless and let a trojan in. And I also have a couple of readings to do, and some teaching classes to prepare. I guess it’ll be busy from now on, regardless of exams being done or not.
And I ate my first sushi this month. I want MORE! Well, I’ll eat some vegetarian hamburgers instead.
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Happy new year and so on.
I got many red envelopes = kashing $$ :D.
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I ate the most disgusting pizza ever. I should have bought some mushroom and eated them raw because that would taste so much better. How can one make pizza so untasty? It’s a mystery. I’ll never buy or eat a pizza in Gothenburg ever again.
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Had to diagnostic tests in English comprehension, grammar and pronunciation about two weeks ago, and I’m still worrying about screwing up my answers. I’m going to have far more difficult test and exams to do, better get used to it or I’ll lose myself. Although I did this English spelling test, and got all words correct! But that’s also the only thing I’m good at…
My friend and classmate Viktor is different. He is very smart and won’t go to the classes because he has already been through all grammar and phonetics. Is this jealousy? I don’t think so, but at least it’s wishful thinking. Wishing to be good at something. Something that I can be proud of, and boast in.
I don’t understand why he’s being so upset about my plans on moving away from Gothenburg. It’s not that we are good friends. He has been interested in a “relationship” with me, but since I turned him down he hasn’t seemed to be even interested in being my friend. Although he tells me he is. But words are useless when the actions are different. Besides, I feel even emptier when he’s around. He has everything, while I don’t. He is intelligent and charming, he can get friends in no time. I, on the other hand, keep being mistaken to want to be more than friend with those that I get to know (mostly guys, since the girls sort of ignore me), and it ruins our friendship when I explain that that’s not the case.
With all that, a pair of grandparents that I don’t want to see and knowing that I am hated by a terribly naive someone without a better reason than the one that I got him to tell (which is a closed case already, only that he loves bringing it up because of frustration or something), my plans on moving away grow bigger for each day. I think I’ll write an e-mail to the universities near Stockholm-Västerås-Linköping right away. Who cares about other people. I need to escape from all problems that I’m facing and that I cannot and will not handle. I always escape.
