Everyone's been doing these lately. I mean, telling people how their summer has been. And I feel like I should do that too

Ok, where to begin... I guess I should start off at the day I graduated from Ninth grade and finished High School.

It was horrible. :'( I cried like my eyes were connected to the Niagara Falls, ruinimg my gorgeous make-up in the progress. This was the day I said good-bye to many of my moste memorable classmates because I would probably never see them again. And on top of that, my best friend Jenn would fly to Belgium ( NOW, WHO WANTS TO GO TO BELGIUM?) and stay with her 30 yrs old boyfriend the whoooooole summer. I was devastated. I was changing schools too, from the local college-prepatory-high-school-thingy to another school about 40 miles away.

Anyway, a week after graduation, I hauled my ass onto a plane and flew to a 3 weeks language-trip in Oxford

whilst my mum and step-dad was on a MC-trip to Croatia.
I really must say, I've probably never had so much fun in that short lapse of time. I want to go back

I met some great friends there (coincidentally, almost everyone were swedish.)and I'll treasure these memories more than anything.
When I got home, I caught a virus and got diagnosed with Acute Corzya. Also called the common cold. On top of that had my step-dad's nephews arrived from Stockholm (the capital city of Sweden) and I had to baby-sit them.
Charming, just, charming. I wanted to die

Suddenly mum and my step-dad decided to go on ANOTHER MC-trip. This time for a week to the Czech Republic, which meant I had to be home all alone.
"Woho!" I thought, "As long as I have my computer, I'll be fine

" But I forgot one crucial detail as I dragged my computer 30 miles to my old house. You need a computer screen. And alas, I had forgotten that. Pity me!
So the past week have I spent in front of the tube. I hate watching tele, it makes me wanna crawl out of my skin.
But mum saved me yesterday by taking the screen with her when she left my step-dad and stayed with me here inthe old house (just wishful thinking, though.)
And tomorrow, I'll get on a 10 hrs train-ride to Sollefteå to meet darling

and dear


Looking forward to it.
(... Wow, this sucks.)