My days look something like this

I wake up at 10.30 and not a minute before that because I never enjoyed a bed this much. I had some sleeping problems because my fantasy is quite wild and I dream myself exhausted. It was a long time since I was sleeping so well, dangerously well, since I miss out on a whole day and I don't feel like I have time to catch it.

I start with looking at the adds for work and mail the works I find interesting. I make the phone-calls I have to make. I'm quite interested to know if I'm going to make the SAT (scholastic aptitude test) the 2nd of april but instead of getting a answer I reached this ugly funny guy. I was wondering to put his name her but I guess that is called to bully and I'm not a bully. The ones that bully are the fat or ugly ones with bad self-esteem, or lets just call them bitches.

Back to the track, this ugly-funny-guy starts our phone-call with giving me excuses why it's taking so long time to get to know something meanwhile I inform him that it says it will take one week, according to their webpage. He says he will find out what's going on, and I realize in order for you to find out you need the data from my payment. So I give it to him, not completely sure if it is correct, and he acknowledge the data is incorrect and he informs me with a song: "Börja om från början, börja om på nytt, varför ska man sörja, tider som har flytt". Meaning "Start from the beginning, give it a fresh start, why should you grieve, time which has fled".

He probably finds it hilarious but I didn't since it was my 350 swedish crones, and to make this test is really important for me. I'll find the right information and he hangs up saying he will contact me in a short while. He never called me back. I have a direct number so now I'm going to hunt him down.

I'm still waiting for answers from the study counseling in Umeå, their approvement for studying in another district, in Gothenburg. I can't do that much then wait, and wait, and study some spanish and look for jobs, and work out. I'm trying to run at least once a day and I started to play floorball. My days are really boring over here, and I miss my friends from Barcelona, though there are some gold grains here as well.

Most of my time I'm spending with my sister and today we are going to a lecture at Rex Bar & Grill. We are going there to listen to some dude's storytelling about how he was taking over some business. At least now I get a moment to look decent because on regular basis I just wear softish-pants with some old t-shirt with an iron maiden print, looking like a trash! but who cares when you are only at home? First I'm going to continue making phone-calls (He want answer, what a shame..) and then I'm going out running or powerwalking, depends on my mood. Bye darlings.

/The end