Foolproof

Jobbade igår 6-10 och imorse 7-14 med hela 5 timmar sömn. Great job! Kaffe har varit min livlina idag, och jag dricker aldrig kaffe. Lite roligare att jobba kväll faktiskt. Tror det mest handlar om att man får ha en skjorta istället för en tshirt. Känns lite mera exlusivt.

Yes I know I am bad at this, as usual but now I am stressed out of my mind and I have no time to do anything. But yes I am alive, there's just a little bit less of me. My clothes are starting to really just fall off me. But I hear that that's what happens when you lose weight. And yes I am eating. I eat a lot. On monday I ate dinner two times, one at home and one at work. So no that is not it. The weight is not really a problem except that my clothes look too big. And how much weight did I lose you might ask yourself. Well, at the moment it's 8 kilos. Two more and I will be back at the same weight I had when I was 15. Go Stina! or not...

18 years old.

Kanske något för tema festen Camilla? :P

My motivation for studying right now is the EPP tomorrow. EPP for those who might not know what it means is Efter plugg pub, after study pub. Which is that at two or three on fridays the pubs on campus are open for those who want to sit down, have a beer, eat some food and listen to music. We do this every now and then, I like it alot. I guess it's kinda like after work but for students.

A picture not from an EPP but also not from Turkey :P haha it has beer though

For third reasons really. One, I need to practice writing in english since I'll have classes and write assignments in english for my next course. So then by starting now the transition will hopefully be easier than if I don't. The second reason is because I like english, I used to speak it all the time in high school (international class) and talk to alot of people who only spoke english. In turkey I realized just how bad my english has become, especially the writing and spelling. So this is a bit of a challenge as well. Which is good. Life shouldn't be too easy right?

The third reason is that I always used to write in english in my old blogs, the really really old ones. I am now talking about the ones I had when I was like 14 and 15. I think I even wrote in english until I met Fredrik and then I was 18. There for I think it's good to go back to basics and maybe it's good practice for my readers, all 10 of you :P

And the spelling might be bad, so sorry for that in advance..

And no, I have no idea how long I will keep on with the English...

I feel as troubled as I look on this picture...damn exam...

Taken in Efesos on a very very windy and cold day in Turkey. Not the best photo of me but it's better than if I'd take one with the webcam right now :P

Too much melodramatic shit, stole this from Mads.  :P

The Jehovah's are the best :P

On friday we have our last exam. My four years of studying is coming to an end, feels kind of sad but also like a huge reliefe. I can't believe it's been four years. Or now it's more like 3.5 and I still have a of work to do, with the final paper to write and a whole other course about Tourism planning. But no more exams if I pass this one and the one I did on saturday. I never had to retake one exam before so if I have to do that now it would be very ironic since I should now be at the peak of my studies and know a lot more than I did when I first started. Can't really say that the religion studies are helping me at the moment but if I had started at the Tourism program one year early I wouldn't have had the same classmates as I have now. We all have our ups and down but we are all a good team. So many different characters and opinions but we've stuck together through bad classes and good. Now we just need to go through the last months and then we will be invincible.

At the moment we are talking about the future and it's interesting to see how people that have had the same goal for 2.5 years (to graduate) suddenly have different goals and dreams. Some people want to settle down and other people just want to get the hell out of here. My own plans are slowly starting to take form and it's both terrifying and great at the same time. I can do what ever I want (almost) and the world is at my feets.

Now it's time for Swedish master chef, I love cooking shows.

Me and Pedro from the last night in Turkey, yes the picture is upside down, but that's how Pedro took it, just look at the date haha

I am addict, I need my fix. You gave it to me when I was in a very dark place. It helped me see the world again. It helped me find myself again. It felt good, great I dare to say even awesome. The happiness was more vibrant and near than I could ever have imagined. Then in one heart beat you took it away. The thing which I didn't know I wanted or needed. I stared wanting it more, craving it. Desperation started showing, which is not a pretty colour on me. You moved the fix even further away so it was out of reach. Then all of a sudden you let me smell it, you talked about it, how great it was and if I just played my cards right you would let me have it. One second later it was gone. You were gone. I crashed.  Since then the addiction has gotten less, though on weak moments it's right there again and worse than before. I am slowly standing up again without it. I have no choice, I just have to. The desperation is gone, but in some lights you can still see shades of it running across my face.

Det har kommit upp en video från utbytet...

Hur ska man lyckas fokusera på tentan är det är så mycket annat i skallen?

Inget särskillt

Istället för att bara njuta av stunden så har jag fokuserat för mycket på allt dåligt

Resor

Reste, alltid lika roligt

Valeria då hon ibland har svårt att hålla sig i sverige :p