I made the post and then I tried to add the pictures and the computer froze and lost the whole post. So. I quit. I’m not rewriting it all, because now I’m in a terrible mood. You get the abridged version.
Friday.
no. nothing happened. I ate pizza. Here are those pictures I promised earlier.
Here are some more to tide you over.
Saturday:
Cafe Dox exchange student gift exchange.
I didn’t participate because I suck at giving gifts.
It was nice
We went ice skating afterwards. I was wearing tights because all my pants were in the wash. I was super super cold (but also super super cute.)
Lots of kids had never seen snow or ice skated.
I was helpful. Made me proud to see them going off on their own. And sometimes they fell, But they got up without help, and that’s what counts.
We went to McDonalds to warm up and ate ice cream because we like to be ironic.
I got home at midnight because I was sitting with Narain and Tanner at Central Station for a few hours after they missed their train home. Had a little heart to heart. It was grand.
Sunday:
Went to see Catching Fire with Hannah, Emily, and Oliver.
Hannah is like the best friend I had in a past life, Emily is like the friend on the internet I never met in Real Life, and Olver is like the big brother who never came to stockholm with me.
If you guys ever run into these three, you’ll need to step up your wit-game. Clever sarcasm abounds.
Afterwards we looked at the NK display and had our minds blown.
Then we went to a trendy cafe.
Hannah’s bus home was coming, so we left really soon after getting there.
We ran to Emily’s host family’s apartment to get Hannah’s bag, and then ran all the way to the pendltag platform.
My lungs still sting from the cold air.
I think that’s it.
OH!
I might be moving to where Hannah lives at the end of the christmas break. So there’s that. No more living in Stockholm. It’s alright. Hannah’s the best. Also, music program at school. I miss singing.
OH!
Also, I’ve been staring at dogs when they walk past me, and then they stare at me and they stop sometimes and their owners are like ‘whatchyou doin m8?’ and I keep looking over my shoulders and I can tell the dogs want to be with me. This is my power. I can control the minds of dogs. My YA novel character power has been achieved, not a moment too late either, seeing as it should be at it’s full force around my 18th birthday.