Some things are just not worth worry about. This would include the bridges I've burnt and people I find to have ridiculous values and can therefore not associate myself with. I keep having one-two week romances with different fellas, most lovely thing ever. The last one probably ended sometime after I found out I didn't have HIV, always something positive I suppose. This weekend Nick and I went to the Radisson for a whatever party, spent the night, then the day at the spa and enchiladas for supper. Now I'm busy baking and feeling about as tranquil as ever. Furthermore I've realised men just isn't my thing, well…not that women are..ag I just don't know. Think I'm gonna die alone. Pity I don't like cats cause then I suppose they will eat half my face.

I'm tired of bothering with things which doesn't matter, people that only make me angry and sad. Really  isn't any kind of point with anything. Expect nothing, and you will never be disappointed.

So. Tomorrow. Fixing the hair. Having coffee with Traidy. Secondhand shopping for the next shoot. And I should make time to watch that movie with Elm. And study. Oh how I need to study. And Oh how I love public international law. It just makes so much sense. Amazing really! Oh. Don't have time to sleep. That's all I really know. No time to sleep.

The story of today features my precious sister.
She phone's me to find out how to get to Kungens Kurva in Stockholm.
So I give her the name of the subway, the number of it as well as the colour of the lane. Not to mention the place where it is headed to. Now…… do we think she understands what I'm saying… well, no. So I tell her to go to the other side of the tracks because she's facing the wrong direction…. she walks to the other side of the sign…which obviously says the same thing as the first side of the same sign did… She cannot for the life of her understand why she can't find the right lane…until she realises she's one platform too far down//////I die laughing.

Then she rides the subway, changes to the bus and heads to Kungens Kurva….only to find out when she gets there…..it's the wrong hotel//////I die again.

She phones back a few hours later to let me know she has now finished her shopping and has figured out she was meant to take the tram, and not the subway. Good stuff I reckon. She checks in and gets the key…..and then can't unlock the door….because she's fucked up the key….rides down again and gets a new key….enters the room to find a note that says "Today will be Your day". How about maybe not. Then she gets her period. Then she goes to get ice…..and leaves the key in the room so she has to go down to the reception again to get yet another one/////I'm dead by now. Can't laugh anymore.

Did I mention she's coming to ZA in January? AAAAAAHHHH SO EXCITING HAHAHAHAHHA!!

So the past few weeks, or well months maybe, but time flies.....well anyhow, in the nearby past, if that now is a concept, I've felt like I've been having the reds as Holly Golightly would put it. And now obviously having the reds is far worse than having the blues, it's pretty obvious regardless if Breakfast at Tiffany is a movie you've come across or not. You see it's like this, my car is still not back from the goddamn garage and this is mainly where my problem lies. I hate spending time alone, and without a car my life is rather lonely. Not that I don't have friends and all of that, of course I do. But when I feel alone I would take a random drive somewhere, sit down, have a cup of coffee at some random coffee shop and read a book. It was the small things which kept me sane. Also in this mess I have decided to leave my time as a blondie and try being a red-head. Now the thing is this....I have no pigment in my hair so the red disappeared after saaaay a week. And now my hair is pink. Like pretty insanely pink in fact. I miss feeling at home in this town, do my random trips and what not. Been hooking up with a Swedish guy for a while now, breath of fresh air in this misery. And I have spent a fair amount of time at the hospital. Exciting times! Now all I want is my precious baby back. Then I need to apply for a new visa, and get a new drivers licence since my wallet got stolen. Oh the admin behind all these small and trivial things in life!

Exams changed a bit so writing the first one on Friday. Would rather sleep quite honestly. Can't express how much I love wine. Nor how much I miss my people. Feels like half of me is missing and my phone bill is a necessary evil.