three months

I’m a vibrating ball of excitement!

24 hours

07:30 No internet.. What to do??

-Go to school early and use their free internet. When you start looking like a freak sitting in the corner for a couple of hours after class, it might be time to go. +8 hours

-Take the slowest way home. +1hour

-When you  get home make dunch and then eat. +45minutes

-Go to Language centre and pass Danish exam. +2 hours.

-Use the free internet in Language centre until you get kicked out. +20 minutes

-When you get home, eat left over dunch while trying to figure out which homework you need to do. +15 minutes

-Set up desk to create a study environment. +10 minutes

-Make tea. +5 minutes

-Pee. +1 minute

- Clean the bathroom, starting from the shower, to the sink, and finally to the toilet. +1hour

-Programme TV, all the good channels first, then news, then cartoons.. just don’t programme the Swedish or German channels. +30 minutes

-Since you programmed your TV make a channel list, so you know which channel goes with which button. +30 minutes

- Watch TV. +2 hours

-Look at desk and contemplate whether or not to do home work. +0.5 seconds

-Play solitaire. +20 minutes

-Call friend. +17 minutes

-Look at desk again and contemplate whether or not to do homework. +0.05seconds

-Keep playing solitaire +30 minutes.

-Sleep + 5 hours

I really need a hobby or something..

boxes

I haven’t blogged in quite some time, but I have a good excuse. I finally moved in!! yeah well I moved in 5 months ago, but a couple of days ago I finally managed to get all my stuff from storage to my apartment.. So I’ve been busy sorting things out or get caught up reading old magazines. Anyways, it’s nice to have my things back, I’m not living off a suitcase anymore! Plus I have more things to do now.. but at the same time most of my things reminds me of the boarding school. I’ve had my fair share of not so nice memories there, but the good memories haii.. yeah, I miss my old friends, those 3 years I spent living there was awesome.. While looking at pictures and things as little as scissors and a left handed glove, I can’t help but feel this lump in my throat.  I don’t have that many close friends due to my constant moving, but yeah, the boarding school made up for it, we were each other friends, brothers/sisters, and occasionally  parents

Oh, I hate being nostalgic…