Nicholas Charles Horning, You Had Better Skype Me

Last night I went to the Imagine Dragons concert and AHHHHHHHHHHH OMG it was so amazing! I’ve never been to a concert before, so this completely blew my mind.

They had two opening acts: Moth and Flame & Dan Croll

I thought M&F was good, but then Dan Croll happened and they were even better and then Imagine Dragons came on and I wanted to die because they were amAZIIING!!! We were the second or third row from the front, so we saw everything (except for Hannah who is 5’1” and could only see people’s backs. Poor Hannah 😦 ) The whole thing was super intense and I could feel the bass in the bones of the people around me.

Since the refrigerator here is broken, the milk keeps freezing. I quickly discovered that there was yogurt in the door, and it’s been there the whole time, but I’ve never looked at it close enough to notice it. I’m afraid my host family is going to be very upset with me pretty quickly here because I LOVE YOGURT. I love it so much, I think about it all the time. Risifrutti doesn’t matter  when there’s a liter of yogurt and granola at your disposal. Sometimes I’m laying in bed trying to fall asleep and I think about how excited I am to eat yogurt for breakfast the next morning. It’s getting pretty pathetic, you guys.

Today we had hole time for humanistics. Only it wasn’t for an hour like it usually is, it was for three because Humanistics lasts forever. Afterwards we had E-Block until 5:10. Some woman was going to come in and talk about her book about Pompeii, and I really didn’t want to go for several reasons.

1) I didn’t go to Rome with the class, so the book doesn’t really matter to me. I mean, it might have, but

2) I didn’t read the book. So,

3) I wouldn’t be able to ask any questions about it. And

4) If I were to ask questions, they would have to be in Swedish. My Swedish isn’t advanced enough to ask questions about Pompeii and books. Besides that, my heart beats really fast and I sweat for like ten minutes after I answer a simple question in class. I don’t think I could handle the level of participation this sort of thing requires.

5) omg, 5:10? You’re kidding me. That’s less than an hour ago that I would have gotten out of school. Ughhhhhhhh

So, to conclude this thrilling story I went home half way through hole time because after talking to some of my classmates they said it wouldn’t be a big deal if I did.

Tomorrow I don’t have school, so I guess I’ll return my severely overdue library books (Sorry mom. You were right. I can’t handle the responsibility of library books.) and do some NaNoWriMo stuff. I’ll have some stuff for you Ollie!

Hello, Schoolmates

Okay, so Josefine wanted the link to my blog, and I’m just going to assume that she’s going to share it with other people because that’s how things work. Anyway, catch her up. If you are not Josephine, you can skip this part.

• Nick Baker = Jonatan
• Cecil Baldwin = The religion teacher
• school lunch = whyyyy
• Kate = awkward and very pedestrian
• Highlights = things that happened that were worth sharing. Not necessarily all good.
• I use the words Then, Okay, So, and Whatever a LOT.

Yesterday I went to the highest point in Stockholm with Daniel, Aakansha, Iara, and Sofia. They are all exchange students from Texas, India, Brasil, and Italy respectively.

They met me at T-Central a half hour late and while I was waiting some old black guy smoking a cigarette came up to me and asked me something in (french?) and- nevermind, let me reenact it for you.

dudebro: HON HON HON BONJOUR BAGUETTE EIFFEL TOWER

me: I’m sorry? Do you need directions?

dudebro: oh, i so surry. u speek inlgleesh? i say “i wonder wat a bootifool womahn is doing seeting all by herself?”

me: I’m… uh… waiting. For my boyfriend. Fiance. Guy. He’s big. Real strong. mhm. Gonna be here any second.

dudebro: ah. *sulks into shadows and watches me until I duck into a store*

Yeah, so that was creepy.

Today, I started my humanistics paper (at last! No more procrastinating!) and then I went to a rotary meeting where some guy talked about American politics. From what I could understand he agreed with the Republicans on the whole Government Shutdown thing, and when he talked to me and told me as much after the meeting, I gave him some straight facts and I think I might have changed his opinion on the whole matter.

I thought it was really weird that they were discussing the government shutdown for an hour, because it doesn’t really affect any of them directly as our foreign affairs are separately funded. Strange.

I went to science class and the teacher told me I needed to participate in class discussions if I wanted to pass. Okaaaay then. I’ll raise my hand if that’s what she wants, but I’ll probably say something totally unrelated.

After school I went to Dorren and we sang songs until 8 and it was really fun and I love choir a lot. The only hard thing is trying to match my american/british vowels to their Swedish ones. I don’t think it should take too long to perfect though. Mondays are my new favorite day of the week because of choir.

Here’s some pictures I took during the last two days:

Aakansha

Iara

kitty kitty

kitty kitty kitty kitty

Debbie, Muna, and ??? omg I knew her name. I’m so dumb. Everyone hates me because I’m so bad at this.

JOSEPHINE! HELLOOOOO!!!!

Everyone-ish is in Rome

Yesterday I had one class and there were only 2 other people in it (Debbie and Paula). We talked about Africa since the library was closed and we couldn’t check out books or go on computers. Then, Debbie pulled out her laptop and we watched a show called “Outsiders” which documented three elderly Finnish sisters who married 20 year old men in Africa because they wanted to have a “love adventure” and the men wanted to leave their country so that they could be richer. It was pretty freaky.

We went to McIncredible after the documentary and talked and then I went home and slept for a million years.

BTW, you all need to be watching the new Fox series, Sleepy Hollow. It’s like Supernatural, Once Upon a Time, and CSI all mixed together.

Today I had a field trip to some sort of Astronomy museum. My science teacher was really excited about it, so she convinced my Svenska 3 teacher to skip teaching class so that we could spend more time there. The science teacher ended up coming a half hour late with an excuse given in rapid Swedish. The museum was alright. I saw a fake fetus in a jar and a three legged pigeon in a jar and a two-headed snake. I was going to take pictures, but I forgot the memory card in the computer, so I’M SORRY.

Then I took Mickayla back to school and we went to music class. Marcus Markus Marckus was there and he said that we get three more days to rehearse, THANK GOD.

I went to Dorren’s oppen hus, and it was nice. There was a really confusing skit done in Swedish that consisted of a man in a dress, a girl in a playboy bunny costume, and an angry girl who screamed “I’M BLACK AND PROUD,” even though I’m pretty sure she was middle eastern. I accidentally stumbled into an oriental dance class, and they made me dance and the only thing I could do was the figure eight thing with my hips and the sexy walk. I’m hopeless at shimming and booty shaking, so it was really embarrassing. Anyway. Let’s not dwell on that. I hung out with Hanna and Rhoda and it was nice and I really like them and I’ll be joining the Dorren choir as well as the photography class and so that should take up some of my time. HOORAY!

I really like Gamla stan, so I’m glad I’ll be getting to spend more time in it.

OH, I almost forgot to tell you this story! My friend Paula told me about how she has this 32 year old boyfriend, and the way that they met was she was on the subway and she smiled at him because he was hot and he smiled back and when she got off, he followed her and was like, “I’m sorry, this is weird, but I really want to talk to you. Can I have your number?” and so she gave it to him and later they went to a cafe and ever since then, they’ve been dating for over a year. Literally love at first sight. Crazy stuff.

I scowl at attractive men because how dare they be so attractive? Makes my eyes hurt. All the boys here are so stylish, I know I’m going to be disappointed when I get back to Wisconsin where everyone is colorblind and wears basketball shorts and doesn’t brush their hair.

Okay. yeah. Today was good. I had a cinnamon bun for lunch and it made the rest of my day sweet.

Dr. Livingston, I Presume?

Today our english teacher asked us if we had any news about Africa. Va? Really? No one answered him because that’s such and obtuse question, and he got all upset that “none of us had done any research”. He went on to tell us about how some Swedish missionary just died ‘over there’ and if we knew who he was. I don’t think Swedish missionaries are exactly “news about Africa,” but okay? None of us did and then he asked us if we knew about Dr. Livingston. No one was talking, so he told us about how this dudebro got lost in the wilderness (still not sure where exactly, but I guess that’s not important to the story.) and when someone found him, they said something famous… what could those words be? hmmmmm I wonder…? No one was raising their hand so I did, and the teacher was like “THANK GOD” and I was like, um, these kids didn’t know who Livingston was, and they speak English as a second language? Why would they know those magical words?

Anyway, we went to the library to “Research Africa” and I read some short African horror stories about kids getting tricked into terrorist plots and some boy getting tangled up in and exsanguinating to death in some barbed wire. I think I’ll probably write about Rwanda or something. It’s not due until October, and it’s only a two page long paper, so I’m not too worried.

I took a nap on a bench. Probably drooled a little, but I was face down and my hood was up, so it’s all good. We had a two hour wait before going on a surprise field trip during E-Block to the King Christina exhibit, so I made the most of it and got some rest. The exhibit was alright, and probably pretty informative if you spoke Swedish and could understand the tour guide. I felt like any minute I was going to time travel back to the 1650s and that would be my YA character power, but no. So because that didn’t happen, I guess my favorite part was when we got to wander off on our own and I found the dress up section. There will be pictures, but I’m to tired to upload anything right now. Check back later.

Alright. So that was my day. I made pancakes for dinner and it was only Hugo and I eating tonight, so we ate all the bacon and got two giant pancakes each and it was heaven.

I’m so boring

I feel like I should give you guys day to day updates, but life is pretty boring. Not for me of course, but for you guys to read about this junk, I feel like it’s getting boring.

Today:

I got on the train, made eye contact with the person sitting across from me and they got up and moved. People here scare easy.

My first two teachers were missing so I went record shopping with Farida and Nick Baker. It was nice. We were out for like three hours and then we got lunch and went back to school for our last few classes.

I finished rereading Looking for Alaska in science class. Still didn’t cry. I must be lacking in some hormone that triggers that emotion.

We started the song. Everything went okay I guess. I’ll videotape it later. I’m no longer the weakest link in my group! We got this new guy (I think his name is Rickard? He’s cute I guess, but he has really long hair, so it takes away from his general appearance. These facts are for Ollie. It’s important to know. If you were a teenage girl you would understand.) and he can’t play or even read music, so I’m going to sing harmony now so that he can have the easy melody. I don’t think our voices blend well together, but whatever. I’ll make it work.

I got on the train to go home and some guy sat across from me and asked me something in Swedish. I said “I’m sorry?” and he repeated himself in Swedish. I thought that he was asking if he could sit there at first, so I replied “Yes.” He got frustrated and then looked out the window. At the next stop he asked another rider the same question before running off and getting on the train that was going in the opposite direction. I’m pretty sure now that he was asking what way the our train was going. Oops.

“What way is the train going?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Which direction is this train going???”

“Yes.”

I’m the worst 😛

I made the enchilades tonight and they tasted okay. I burnt two of them. It’s a good thing that my host parents don’t eat on thursdays (the day that I will always be cooking.) because then I can always ruin a few of whatever I’m making and no one needs to eat them.

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!

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.

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.

??????????????????????????????????

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.