Summer in the City

Today was my first day of SFF. I got into class and there were almost thirty kids in there (I thought there were only going to be three, so imagine my surprise) and the room capacity was probably twelve, so we kept all of the window and doors open. The teacher spoke completely in Swedish which sucked. I mean, she spoke slowly and enunciated, but I still could only understand every five words, so I didn’t know what was going on. Then she wrote something Swedish on the board and I understood 4 of the fifteen words and everyone was pulling out their notebooks, so I did too.

I raised my hand and was all, “I’ve only been here two weeks. I don’t know what’s going on, can you please explain this to me?” and then she was all “Just try your best.” and I was like “I don’t know what the board says well enough to try my best. Are we writing essays? What does it say?” and then she was all “Just write an introduction about yourself instead of doing what the board says.”

So, I still don’t know what all of the other kids wrote, but I wrote a paragraph about myself and Wisconsin and I drew a picture of a cow in a blizzard that made her and the girls sitting next to me laugh. I turned in my essay and started talking to this Italian boy with an Italian name that I can’t pronounce or spell. He seemed pretty cool though. After the teacher scanned all of our essays, she gave the non-international section kids (me and a few other students) some reading material that was completely in Swedish and then told me and the Italian boy that we should go to beginners Swedish. No kidding. He wrote two sentences and I wrote six. Everyone else had a whole page front and back. She gave me the email address of the beginner SFF teacher and I’m supposed to email her to find out when and where her classes are. ??? Okay, then.

Then I went to lunch (which was rice and some suspicious looking chicken.) didn’t eat anything, and hung out with Jonatan and Aida until Farida got out of her class so that we could go see THE CITY.

It was pretty cool. We hung out for five or six hours, walking around and looking at things. They’re all super awesome and amazingly like all of the things that I like and all have tumblogs (besides Aida) and we fangirled over tv series and movies that we’ve seen, and Jonatan loaned me Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children in English and they showed me around Gamla Stan and now I know how to get there by walking from my school and I want to spend lots of time there!!! (everything is so cute, you don’t understand. I feel like I’m in a coffee shop AU)

Pictures from yesterday’s science class:

FOR SCIENCE!

I am not a murderer, I am a SCIENTIST.

Pictures from today’s outing:

We passed this bridge that was covered in locks. Lovers write their names on here, hook them on and throw the key into the river. Apparently sometimes people come with wire cutters to chop theirs off when their relationships fail.

Jonatan, Farida, Aida, and I in a cafe underneath a concert hall

The acoustics in this library are so amazing! When you whisper, it echos! It took all my self control not to start singing!

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Golly, I’m tired. School starts at 9:50 usually though, so that’s a blessing I guess.

I made Mexican Wedding Cakes, but idk if people are eating them. I’m okay with that. I’ll eat them all. No problem. Farida wanted to know what MWC are, so I’m bringing some to school tomorrow.

Swedish people don’t have personal boundaries. I thought that because it’s a sin to make eye contact on the train that we all had a four foot bubble around us as well, the way it is in America, but no. My bubble has been invaded too many times today. All of the teachers were standing like six inches away from me and ever time I shifted away they would shift closer and ohmYGOD KNOCK IT OFF!!!!

I had English 7 first hour and we did one of those games where you take the role of a person who is stranded with a bunch of other people and for some reason you need to kill one of the others and you need to make an argument as for why you shouldn’t die and why someone else should. Our class killed the vicar, but we were only one vote away from killing the politician. My job as the psychologist got zero votes because I’m amazing.

The teacher came around and he asked me what I wanted to get out of the class as I’m overqualified to be there. I said I wanted to pass because I needed to graduate school and go to college. He didn’t like that answer. I don’t really know what he wanted me to say. That’s what I want to get out of all of my classes.

Next we had lunch even though it was only eleven in the morning and I took one look at the school lunch and went straight to the water. It’s a good thing it was so early in the day because I wasn’t even hungry yet. I sat with Farida and Aida outside the lunchroom and eventually we went to the ICA down the road and bought juice boxes and granola bars. I didn’t get anything because I left my wallet at home and wasn’t hungry.

We went to Humanities and the teacher tried to explain to me what we were doing in the class for our projects, but I didn’t really get it. We sat and talked all hour and didn’t do anything that I’m aware of. The teacher told me I wasn’t going to Rome with the rest of my class. Frowny face. Ah well. Jonatan asked me if I wanted him and Farida and Aida to show me around the city after school on Friday. (school ends at 11 in the morning so it’s not that big of a deal to do stuff afterwards.) I asked my host parents and they said I could go. So yay! Maybe I’ll make some friends and learn the layout of Stockholm!

I went home and finished my third book in three days and fell asleep. Tomorrow I start Jane Eyre. I read Ender’s Game, Divergent, and Insurgent in the last three days. On the fifth day I’ll reread Looking for Alaska and on the sixth maybe I’ll read The Alchemist and on the seventh I’ll do Airborn. I have a lot of free time that I don’t know what to do with yet, so I read to use it up. My swedish homework is mostly reading assignments, but every time I try to to translate it I end up with one page finished after three hours and I don’t really want to do that anymore because it’s hard and boring and I don’t think it’s going to really get me anywhere in class because I can’t understand what they’re saying when they teach us, so what’s the point of doing the extra handouts??

Tonight we had spaghetti, but the sauce was pureed mushrooms with bits of chicken throughout, so I just had plain noodles. Life. I’m so interesting. Please stop reading my blog. It’s a waste of time.

this is me waiting hanging out in the library yesterday when none of my teachers showed up.

Swedish fashion

Fashoon bb

the view from my Humanities classroom window. there aren’t screens on windows here. Apparently, sometimes people jump.

Stress

This morning started off with my mum texting me telling me that I can’t fake swear on the internet. Usually, I’d be all “yeah, k whateves.” and take it down, but instead I replied none too nicely ranting about how stressed out I am. I probably did that because I’m stressed out. I know I shouldn’t be, but I am, so I am. I still am. Not so much as this morning though because today was really funny.

I woke up early to shower so that I could be at the school early to talk to the counselor and when I got there she was in a meeting with another student and then was too busy to talk to me for the next thirty minutes. So I read. Then we discussed my classes and she put me in SFF and a music class (with Mikayla (sp?) and Nick Baker) and she told me that I should go to the Rome class since I don’t like the Human one. Awesome. I’m totally going to Rome!

By the time I was done talking to her, my SFF class was about to start and so I had to run up seven flights of stairs to get to it on time. When I got there, there were three other kids sitting outside the locked door of the SFF classroom. Awesome. We sat there for fifteen minutes and talked. There was a girl from Finland, a boy from Egypt and another boy from Eritrea. Then the teacher came up and told us in Swedish that class was cancelled because she had a funeral to go to and that we should hang out in the library until our next class. So I read.

The next class was Religion and I was kind of excited because I like learning about other people’s religions and I thought maybe I would learn something even though the class is taught is Swedish. Nick Baker and this awesome girl named Farida Tanttu sat with me and we talked for forty-five minutes before someone kid came into the room and told us that our teacher was sick and that we could go to lunch or whatever. Religion is a split lunch class, so I have 40ish minutes of religion and then lunch and then another 50 minutes. I walked with Nick and Farida to lunch, and we saw what they were serving and all decided to go home instead. There’s a reason lunch is free. I’m going to make a lunch sucks and a lunch rocks tag so that we can all keep track of how often the miracle of a good school lunch occurs.

So basically, I didn’t have to go to school today.

I got home a half hour ago, finished the last ten pages in my book (that’s two books in two day! I’m on a roll! Can’t stop this, oh no can’t stop this!) and now it’s 12:30 and I’m kind of hungry but they only have frozen bread and cereal here and I feel like I’m at Cana’s house. I think I’m going to go get some lunch and then make some cookies or something so that the Skarins can taste the joys of fat. kk peace out

I think I might be going to Rome

School was superrrrr boring today. I’m sure it was interesting if you knew Swedish, but I don’t so I sat there bored out of my mind most of the day. Sometimes I make up conversations in my head like that Whose Line Is It Anyway? game where they sit in front of the black and white television and do voice overs. My favorite game to play is when I pretend that the teachers are mobsters and when the whisper together they’re talking about who’s next on the hit list and where to put the bodies. Anyway. I won’t bore you with all of my daydreaming and just get down to what you’ll all probably find interesting.

It’s time for another round of

HIGHLIGHTS:

1.  I got to school early to talk to the counselor. She wasn’t there. She’s going to be there tomorrow though. Probably. *sigh*
2. I went to Humanity class for 3 hours. I didn’t need to be there since I wasn’t registered, and I don’t think I’ll be going back. They made us write an essay about what it means to be human. I got really technical and politically correct and when I shared it with my group I found out that that’s what they did too. When the class started discussing the subject as a whole I think they got into an abortion debate. I heard the Swedish word for fetus a few times. I don’t know. Wouldn’t surprise me.                                                    When we got a ten minute break I asked the teachers (there were four of them in the room for some reason???) what the class was about and what we were going to be doing for the rest of the year, and they told me we were going to be focusing on what it means to be human and then we were going to be writing an academic paper about  for our final project. Yawn. The girls I was sitting with told me at the end of class that the highest grade that you can get on the final paper is an E. Well, åt helvete with that. I didn’t want to be in the stupid class anyway! I especially don’t want to fail it because it’s designed for you to fail. Why would I even try then?? Seriously! These people are insane.
3. Half of my class (H3) was in another classroom that focuses on architecture and is going to Rome in January for only 1,500 Crowns. That’s $230. They’ll be there for a week. WHAT A STEAL!! I’m going to see if it isn’t too late to join that class. It would be a good time to bond and see Rome again now that I’m older and cognitive. If they haven’t already booked the plane tickets and sleeping place that is.
4. We went to lunch. There were Pork Pancakes, Beef Wok, and Vegetarian Wok. I had some tortilla bread, a cup of milk and called it a lunch. All school food at every school ever sucks. This is the truth. These are the facts.
5. I went upstairs to find out if I made the choir or not. The results of my journey to the seventh floor are inconclusive. There was a list with six kids names on it and their vocal parts, but six kids a choir does not make. So. I don’t know if that was the chamber choir results or what. If it is, I don’t feel very disappointed because there were 30 or so kids trying out and that would mean 23 other kids didn’t make it. I don’t know. I’ll see what’s up tomorrow. Maybe I got the date wrong? The choir teacher wasn’t there to talk to me.
6. Today was Hugo and Saga’s birthday. There was cake and presents and I felt bad that I gave them their candy as soon as I arrived because I don’t know them that well and I don’t know what else I could have possibly given them on their birthday besides what I had given them a week ago.
7. I’ve had a headache for the past three days now. Ugh.
8. The Skarins won’t speak English with me anymore in an attempt to teach me Swedish. That’d be fine if they talked to me so that I could have some context. I have things I want to say, but dinner is just them talking really fast in Swedish to one another and I don’t know what the topic is in the first place, so how am I supposed to follow? Besides, no one has really talked to me in the last few days, so it’s hard for me to pay attention when I’m not involved in the conversation. I just kind of zone out all the time now. I should probably be using the time for productive thinking, but I’m so worn out by trying to follow along in class and keep up with all of my Swedish speaking classmates that by the time I get home I realllly bored of thinking so hard and not getting anywhere that I just want to sleep. I don’t know how to tell them that they need to speak slower or speak Svenglish when I’m around because whenever I’ve asked for that in the past they forget after two minutes. Whatever. SFF should be helpful.
9. I just started crotcheting Abby’s baby’s blanket. It’s going pretty well I guess. I need some sleep.

Gamla Stan

We went to the Old Town today and it was fun. We got ice cream and walked around and went on a boat tour and here’s some pictures.

handsome boy making flavored candy canes

my drug dealer hangs out here

Hugo and I in some sketch underground cafe that was totally empty

the put fake cannon balls here and tell tourists that they were attacked

look look see see

I think it’s supposed to be a rooster??? Is this something to do with the disciples denying jesus?

German Church stained glass

quality Swedish graffiti

Gamla Stan

Gamla Stan

These street artists should be praised for their creativity

photography museum

fake viking ship

It’s made to look like a giraffe

more amusement park

Hop on Hop off tour rides

Saga taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me taking a picture of her

Stockholm’s oldest amusement park. Sounds dangerous.

There’s a preserved war ship in there

This is were the rich peeps live. Tennis players and such.

They told me that each apartment you can buy consists of 20 rooms and two floors. I wouldn’t even know what to do with all of that. Probably vacuum a lot. I hate vacuuming.

Engelska och MUSIC TRYOUTS

Sorry I’m so late posting! I’ve been really tired every time I had time to write. On Friday I only had English class. It started at 9:50 and ended at 10:50 or so and I was almost late to class because the train was late. Debbie was actually late, so I didn’t feel too bad about sitting in my seat 2 seconds before the teacher closed the door. I was going to sit next to Nick Baker (real name: Jonathan) but he only had one seat next to him and I thought maybe he was saving it for someone, so instead I sat by myself and it was awkward and THEN he turned and started talking to me and no one ended up sitting next to him and omg I should have just sat there instead of being nice to his imaginary friend. Debbie came in late and sat next to me though, so I didn’t look like a total freak.

The English teacher’s name is Thomas. With and H. Which is weird because no one has and H in the middle of their name here. He told us it was a problem for him. He didn’t know I was an exchange student at first and when he couldn’t think of a word (tailor, draught, etc) I gave it to him and he was really impressed. Then he gave us these worksheets, and it was stupid because we had to match the English word to its Swedish meaning and obviously I can’t do that even though I’m fluent in English. So Debbie and I worked on it together, which was against the rules, but no one cared. I told her the English definition of the word and she told me which of the Swedish words that sounded like. I think I was helping her cheat as much as she was helping me to, but when the teacher came over, she said she was helping ME and the teacher was all “Why?? You’ve just got to read the text, it’s not that hard!” and I was all, “I only know conversational Swedish cause I’m American.” and then he was visibly less impressed with my earlier English feats. He flipped my paper over and read the answers I gave to some questions (which were all sarcastic because he SAID we weren’t turning it in and I didn’t think anyone was going to read it.) and pressured me to write better ones and I said “ok” and he left me alone.

I walked around town until 11:45 and ate McDonalds because I’m a fatty and then I went back to the school early because I the choir room is on the 7th floor and I didn’t want to be out of breath for tryouts.

Didn’t matter that I came early because as soon as I got out there, the teacher lady came out and said she could take me a half hour early. Seriously woman. I’m going to puke.

Lucky for me she talked for a while and I got my breath back. She tested my range and said I was definitely a soprano. This surprises me because I sound like Morgan Freeman when I talk. Whatever. Then I sang The Black Swan for her and she really liked it and asked me a bunch of questions about the composer and the opera it came from and I’m SO HAPPY I was curious about all of that Thursday night because I researched all of that and I knew the answers. 10 points for the nerd.

She had me sight read this Swedish song on the sound “nu” and I didn’t do so hot because I didn’t magically gain the ability to sight read over the summer, but I wasn’t absolutely wretched, and she said “It’s always hard in the beginning, but you’ll get better.”

So I think maybe she likes me. We find out on Monday.

I didn’t sign up for this

My class is H3, which means I’m in the highest grade level and all of the courses have to do with language. You can take German, French, Italian, Spanish, och/eller Latin. I can speak a little tiny bit of Espanol. All of the other classes I would have no hope to achieve anything in. There’s a few other classes that we’re required to take like Philosophy and Natural Science, but mostly it’s language courses with a math option thrown in their to spice things up. I’m not signed up for anything. I just go to the mandatory classes and lunch and then I go home. The guidance counselor told me that I should talk to her in a week and then we’ll see how everything is going.

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She told me that in a week she would schedule me for Swedish For Foreigners. I’m in Swedish 3 right now, the hardest Swedish class there is. Why wasn’t this pre-arranged??? I’m missing a week of SFF! Whatever. And then she said she would see about getting me into an art or music class? In a week though. Because apparently it’s better for me to sit in on classes I won’t be in later and not understand what’s going on than sit in on classes that I’m going to be in the rest of the year and not understand what’s going on. If you can’t tell, I don’t like waiting. Mostly I want to have my SFF class so that I can start to understand what everyone is saying.

Highlights of the Day:

We had to go up to the sixth floor to get our Philosophy books, and everyone left that blind girl I mentioned earlier behind. I figured she would be fine because no one was worried about her, but then I thought maybe it was like when everyone left my wheelchair bound math teacher in the classroom when there was a fire drill and she actually needed help, but no one thought to give it. Turns out, she did need help, because she ran into the side of the staircase, no where near the stairs. I asked if she needed help (in english, because I’m really thoughtless. “Behöver du hjälp” is easy enough to say, but I didn’t think to say it because I’m slow.)  and she obviously didn’t understand me, but I took her hand anyway and lead her to the stairs, and THEN some kid from my class remembered that she had a blind classmate and came looking for the poor girl.

My philosophy teacher looks like irl Cecil Baldwin. He even has a mysterious tattoo on his arm. I couldn’t understand what was going on except for what he was writing on the board so I stared at his arm all of class and tried to figure it out. I let ya’ll know what it is when I see it in a few days.

I took the music class thing into my own hands and went to the seventh floor to talk to a choir teacher. I met this weird little man and he wasn’t very helpful and was totally scary and he told me about chamber choir and there were only two spots left to try out and I couldn’t decide if I was going to, but then at the end of the day I want back and there was a nice McVeigh-like choir teacher there and she said I should ask to join S3 instead of being in H3 because it’ll be more interesting classes, and also told me I could try out tomorrow at 12:30 and so I guess I will. There’s some sight-reading and some piano-voice response stuff and then I have to sing her a song that I know by heart. Which one??? I Carry Your Heart With Me?? Something from a musical?? Who knows. Ugh. This is hard. The other choir teacher said most kids sing Christmas songs. I can’t think of a single Christmas song besides Silent Night that would be good for this. I don’t really want to sing a Christmas song. Anyway. 12:30. I’m going to die.

Debbie and her friends let me eat lunch with them. I can’t tell if they like me or if they feel bad for me. Probably the latter. I think Debbie actually likes me, but it’s tough to know because I’ve never had to make friends in an environment where everyone is already friends with each other. Life’s hard.

In Nat Science, the teacher had everyone go into corners based off of what they thought about science (is it a belief, fact, always changing, or something else) and she had us do that like seven times, but she only told me what each corner meant the first time around, and then she went around the room and everyone had to say why they believed what they did. I would like to put several expletives here, but this blog is supposed to be classy. Eventually, I just staying in the same corner because I was comfortable in my spot against the wall and was tired of trying to figure out what was going on, and she just skipped over me for the last few questions THANK GOD.

So that’s been my day so far. woo.

Here I am falling asleep in my Svenska 3 class.

This says I, one. I prefer the title Everyday. It made sense.

Swedish Game of Thrones. This is my excuse for not reading them.

Here I am in my Svenska 3 class not understanding anything.

This is Miu-Miu. She sleeps in my bed a lot, but leaves when I get it. Jerk.

First day as the main character of a YA novel

^ that’s part of the train ride. Hooray for public transportation!

I met some of Hanna’s friends (Elsa and Anna) and we had coffee for about 45 minutes before going to school together and 2:30. They’re super cool and even invited me to a party and I felt like maybe I had the ability to make new friends. Then I got to school and the only person who sat next to me at first was this blind girl named Mikeala and she didn’t really talk and I didn’t know what to say because she might not have spoken English so well or understood it well and I didn’t want to be weird and then the the second half of the class came in and they all shook me hand?????? It was really weird because here in Sweden (at least so far as I’ve encountered) when people shake your hand, the hold on for another thirty seconds after while they talk and it’s really awkward and sweaty.

Then this girl named Debbie sat next to me (I was worried I smelled bad, but no. All of these kids have been with each other in almost every class for the last two years so they’re all really good friends and don’t want to talk to the new girl.) and another girl who’s name I didn’t catch and they were super cool and explained everything to me and we talked for forty minutes before looking for our lockers and then I was supposed to catch the train home because first days of school here only last for an hour or two I guess.

I didn’t go home though, I went to the guidance counselor’s office because I’m not signed up for any specific classes and I don’t know what to do. The counselor wasn’t in though, so I’m going to go to school midway through the first class at 8:40 so that I can talk with her and get things straightened out.

So, overall everything’s great (besides that stupid bird thing. God.). I’m glad I brought my converse because that is literally the only shoe the kids wear. The teachers dress the same as the students and we call them by their first names. So Coco and Doug would fit in in the Swedish world. I kind of feel like I’m at a really liberal college. My host parents say that at Hanna’s school there were bins of apples sitting in the hallway and that the kids had to take off their shoes in the entryway. People are only liberal here apparently.

Astrid says my Swedish is getting better. I think it’s because we watch American shows a lot with swedish subtitles.

The Bird Thing

Okay, here’s the story:

I heard some squeaking outside and I thought it was a cat asking to be let in, so I opened the door and I saw Prada with a bird in his mouth. He looked at me and I closed the door quickly then locked it.

That’s where the story should end, but I’m an idiot.

I thought twice, and opened the door, shooed the cat away and picked up the bird with a towel. I brought it into my room and set it on the floor, still wrapped in the towel and then remembered that I know nothing about birds and that I was going to school in a few hours and couldn’t do anything with this jerk. I thought maybe his neck was snapped or his wings were broke, because every other animal that I’ve rescued from cats is a few minutes from death. I hoped maybe this was the same, but NO. This jerk flies in to my window the second my back is turned! He proceeds to lose an eyeball (ohmygod it was so gross) and ram himself into the window over and over.

I took the towel he had been wrapped in and tried to catch him so that I could put him back outside, because honestly, at that point I didn’t care if he got eaten. Birds are as dumb as they look. He was snapping and my fingers and making demon noises, so I sat back for a second to let him calm down, and asked for advice on facebook. Everyone said: “let him out.” Thanks guys. Advice of the century.

THEN as if things couldn’t get worse, all of the cats started to gather around my porch door and under the window, so this idiot bird starts flying around before settling under my bed. I brought the cats inside, opened my porch door and shook the bed to scare him out from underneath. The freak ran into the window two more times before figuring out that the door was open and flying into a tree.

He forgot his eye on the window sill.

Did you know birds bleed purple blood? It dries brown, but it comes out purple. It’s easier to clean up when it’s dry.

I thought today was going to be exciting, not terrifying.

Details

Förlåt for the vagueness of my last post. Here’s some details my father asked me to include in case any of you are interested:

I can sleep now. The week before I came here I could only sleep 3-4 hours at a time and the night before I came I only got 3 hours of sleep. I slept for an hour on the 7 hour plane ride over to Amsterdam and was awake until 22:00. Then I slept for eight hours. At camp I slept for six hours each night before waking up at 4:00 covered in sweat and needing to take a shower. Last night I slept nine hours. It’s getting better and I don’t feel sick anymore.

Before I left I had really bad allergies and couldn’t hardly breathe when I went outside. Now I go for walks all the time because it’s not difficult for me to. There’s  no ragweed in Sweden and the house I live in doesn’t have carpet, so the pet dander doesn’t get stuck in it. I feel great!

To my surprise, the seat I  got on the plane ride to Amsterdam was in the front row so I could put my legs out in front of me. A Dutch couple was sitting next to me and they gave me their dinner rolls for some reason and I didn’t understand what they were asking me when they were trying to give them to me so I said, “what?” and they put their bread on my tray. MMM. Carbs. The meals they served us were reallllly good. I want to write a nice review for the quality of that KLM plane. 10/10.

Customs was easy. Probably because it wasn’t American customs. It was basically going through security again. It took two seconds and we found our gate without a hitch. The Amsterdam airport is really nice. There’s nature everywhere and special recliners that you can sleep in. Sabrina and I went outside and sat on a deck and drank coffee while we waited for our plane to come in. I didn’t know travelling could be so comfortable!

The food here is pretty normal if you ate meat all of the time before you came over. I hadn’t eaten meat in about a year because my parents didn’t make me and because I was hardly ever home for dinner. Here, I’m really hungry by the time each meal comes around and it would be rude to not eat, so I swallow everything down with water because I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. We had thai food for some reason at camp. Even my host parents thought that was odd. The water tastes the same as it does back home and so does the milk, so it’s not that big of a deal to act the way I do.

We get up in the morning because we go to bed at 22:00. It’s about 7:00 when we get up each morning. They have work and school and soon, so will I. I don’t know anything about my school next, but we tour it tomorrow.

Some of the kids I met at camp wanted me to come to their homes here in Sweden and one of them wanted all of us to come to India and we all thought that it would be cool if we could host each other at some point. I don’t think that it was a serious though, cool as it sounds.

The cats sleep with me here the way that they did at home. There’s one in my lap right now. She’s calico and purrs the way Mr. Kitty did. You can probably hear her upstairs.

I think I broke my hair straightener. It smells like death. I plugged it in and I thought it was going to be okay because all of my other thing that I’ve plugged in worked fine, but my hair straightener filled the entire lower level with it’s stench of burning flesh. Ulf and Astrid came downstairs to talk to me and they didn’t mention the rancid smell, so I don’t know what to think about that. Do they think I smell like that naturally? I hope not.

kk, peace out.