Emmelie and her boyfriend Robert are off to texas today. As much as i’m happy for them that they get a long three week vacation, i’m seething with jealousy. So hope you two enjoy your trip to Vegas with our brother, eat loads of good food, and of course shop

so the u.s. is out of the world cup. who am i going to root for now?

yesterday a couple of us went to a pub to watch the England vs. Germany game.. figured i’d try rooting for england instead..

however, they sucked equally as bad, if not worse than the u.s.

so tonight game on between brazil and chile.. let’s go brazzzers

oh and by the way.. anybody else thing it’s time for fifa to adopt some new rules, and make technology allowed for the refs? the amount of bad calls and goals that have been missed is stupid. stupid!

losing it all. i feel like i’ve worked so hard. so ridiculously hard to get my life back on track. i’ve done everything in my power to find happiness. to be content. to stop leaning on bulimia and drugs to fulfill my days. and i’ve done all of this just for my life to fall back apart. i feel like i’ve made some of the worst mistakes in my life this past year. i’ve been so happy, at a shit university, in a ghetto neighborhood. i’ve been happy. i’ve been happy without the material things. i’ve just been me, and happy. i’m afraid for it all to go away. what happens if i don’t pass? what am i gunna do next year? i don’t want to go to school in sweden, and im pretty sure i can’t get in anyways. i don’t wanna live in dallas, cause i have a strong feeling i’ll fall back into old patterns. it’s too easy to get sucked into that world. yet it’s the only place i think i can go to school. i don’t want it. i don’t want to live there. i don’t want to live in sweden. i don’t want to be unhappy. i don’t want to fail. i always don’t want to waste another year of my life doing nothing. i want a degree. i want a real job. i want my own home. i want my own life. i don’t want to depend on others. i don’t want to be in this situation. i’m scared. i’m more scared than i’ve ever been in my life. i don’t know if i can do this. and i don’t know what will happen after.. but hey.. guess it’s my own fault for being such an idiot. shouldn’t have ever even thought of architecture. shouldn’t have gone to london metropolitan university. shouldn’t have waited a year to start university either. i shouldn’t have started using drugs. i shouldn’t have had bulimia. shouldn’t have been me. maybe everything would’ve sorted itself out then.