on Monday im flying to Dallas to spend christmas and new years with my parents. feels weird since we’ve been in mexico for the last two years, but i have to say i am pretty excited about some swedish christmas food and a christmas tree. although i wouldn’t mind quesadillas and palm trees 
our christmas tree in Dallas.. moms pretty good at decorating!
probably more tricks than treats on saturday. the beginning of the night was probably better than the end, most likely because of the amount of alcohol that had been consumed. wasn’t too happy with my costume or much else for that matter, think things will be done differently next year!
and why do i always do this to myself? hype myself up, tell myself it’ll be great and so much fun, and then i always get high expectations and it all runs down the drain. it all runs down.
since i was a bimbo and booked my flight home for tomorrow, i wont be spending my birthday with my family. so tonight my sister dad and i are going to dinner. technically to say happy birthday but also to say goodbye.
So on Wednesday i was sat at my sister’s mostly just hanging out and playing around with her camera, as you might have seen
However, as traditions have it we went to Leif’s for dinner. Pancakes of course he makes the best ones! It’s like eating dessert, but soo much better.
Leif’s a bit of a sport freak so as soon as the nightly football game began, we decided to head out.
It was meant for us to swing by Evelina’s apartment to pick up Emmelie’s keys. We didn’t swing by, we sat there chatting and drinking until the morning time!
It was so nice to be together again though. Two girls i used to live with, oh the amount of good and bad times we had together.
Flowers i bought for both, Valentine's day 2009
Poor Emmelie had to go to work on very little sleep, and i can tell you i wasn’t on top form on Thursday either!
Worth it? YES.
done. finished. finito. färdig. it’s finally fucking over. the elation and happiness running through my veins is intense. wish somebody could be with me to celebrate the fact that i did it. i made it through this year. i’ve made it yet again. i’ve finished. granted i may not pass but who the fuck cares? i’m done. i never have to set foot on london metropolitan university campus ever again if i don’t want to. I’m no longer forced to deal with the nonsense they call an education. it’s ridiculous, but i feel like jumping up and down and cry and just sit here and smile to myself, because no matter how shit or how horrible this year has been it doesn’t matter anymore. i’m done. next year i get to start over. new university. new people, new friends. new subject. new place to live. yet the same amazing city. so fuck you london met and all the shit you brought with you cause i’m over you!
from thursday night when we went out to ‘celebrate’ but didn’t really do it, haha.
i just realized that while i’ve been all caught up in my own business i forgot to write that it was ito’s birthday this past week. granted i said happy birthday to him on facebook, but how great is that? i feel horrible. i guess it’s just something that’s easier to do when you’re around the person, like if i were to go out and celebrate him. but i’ll tell you this ito, if you come here this summer we will celebrate! oh and just for the blog’s sake, happy birthday again panda bear 
i might not have mentioned it earlier but on mom’s bday we got a bunch of crackers and cheeses and went up to the penthouse terrace to celebrate. dad had gotten mom a bottle of champagne in france, so we all cheered mom. it was sunny and nice, until the clouds came in. then mom started getting cold, then emmelie, and then finally me. we gave up and decided to finish celebrating in the apartment. here are some pictures from moms camera, havent gotten any from emmelie yet..
yesterday when i found out i got a scholarship, (was that really yesterday?), me and dad decided to buy some chocolates to celebrate! we were good too! we only ate half of them yesterday and finished up the rest tonight. they were yummy thats for sure! take a look at the luxury..
