well, things were bound to change

Looks like my parents are splitting up

Is it always illegal to kill?

I have a fucking five year old child as father! My mom, who never spends time with her very few friends, got invited to go to the mountains by her friends. She decided to go, after asking our family, but my father is being ridiculous. He’s saying that he’s not going to clean the house, that he’s going to spend our very small amount of money and that he’s going to visit a female friend and fawn over her to get her to invite him to a trip to the mountains. Basically, he’s saying that he’s going to cheat on my mom. All of this just because my mom wants to go on a trip with her (female) friends!

Wuzzup?

I just wanted something said. Hulking and Wiccan from Young Avengers? Cutest couple there ever where. A-fucking-dorable. Heartbreaking adorable, actually.

New website

From now on I’ll be posting my photographs at this website. Feel free to check it out!

Cowboys

Yesterday, after a 7 hour long exam, we dressed up as cowboys and Indians for our French exchange student’s birthday party. It’s was a lot of fun, with loads of snacks and cake. I have never really been to a dress up party.

Here follows a picture of me (right) and my friend (left). Picture “borrowed” from facebook, photos taken by Frida Finnström.

Howdy, friend

I know I haven’t written in some time now. Yeesh, I’m bad like that. I can’t stick to something for a long time, I get tired. And besides, it’s not like my life is that exciting.

What I can tell you is that the evenings here on I will be occupied with finishing a project for school. We have something that we call projektarbete in school (project work). The class goes on for about one and a half year and you have to take a lot of responsibility yourself. And you get to choose what to do yourself. Some people start a little business, UF (ungt företangade = young business enterprise), which is encouraged. I choose to do an essay about cults, and the psychology behind them. It’s really interesting!

The french exchange student is having a birthday party and the theme is cowboys and Indians. This is going to be awesome!

I can also tell you that I’ve started to read some comics. Deadpool and Teen Titans. I fucking love Deadpool! And Tim Drake! And I love Deadpool’s love for zombies. I also recently watched a movie called The Fall, which I highly recommend if you like beautiful movies. The scenography is freaking awesome! I’ve never seen a movie that was as beautiful as this one.

Going to university

It’s time to grow up. I’m 18 but I never felt like my age, somehow I always felt younger than my friend and fellow 18 year olds. Can you relate? I don’t handle responsibility well, to be honest I fear it, and I fear being judged by others and I avoid conflicts and confrontations like it was a rabies infected werewolf. I probably won’t be able to function the way a normal adult human being should.  You may be asking what brought this deep analyzing of myself up. Well, I applied for university today. I have no idea if I chose the right courses or not. I would love if I got into psychology, but I will probably get into archeology or cognitive science. Not that I wouldn’t like that, but I don’t know if it’s right for me. Shit, university means a lot of responsibility and having to do a lot of stuff I really don’t want to. I panic at the thought of job interviews and I fear that I might not be able to make any new friends. I have to get an apartment, living alone for the first time in my life, pay the bills, get food, get a job, make friends, get through school and stuff. I have no idea what’s going to happen to me. I don’t even know if I will be able to do it, everything. I’m not ready to grow up. I don’t want to be forced to take responsibility. I’d like it to come slowly and over a period of time so that I can get used to it.  I just don’t know if  I can handle this, but I don’t want to give up and move back home. That would be the most humiliating thing to do. Shit.

I found my old diaries

and let me tell you something, I must not have had an exiting life as a child. One day I wrote one sentence – Daniel (my little brother) coughed today.

It’s a new day

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and I’m slightly drunk. Fuck you. No, sorry. I’m home, in my bed, after a lovely night out with some friends. Although I don’t think I’ve been much of a company tonight.  I’ve had a head ache most of the night, been tired (alcohol makes me tired) and generally not very social (as usually). But my friends are all awesome! I swear.

Spring

Finally! My cold has gotten better and we got something called sportlov (roughly translated to sports holiday), a week-long school holiday! On Tuesday it’s my dad’s birthday, and do you know what that means? CAKE! And on Wednesday me and my friends are going to party. I’m sure it’s going to be lovely, but I’m feeling extraordinary  anti-social right now.  And you know what? The temp is rising, the sun is shining and the snow is melting. Looks like it going towards spring time.