…Pablo bit me in my arm and said ”I want to eat you!”
Help? He’s not the first one, you know. I seem to take out some kind of cannibalism from my surrounding, and I don’t even know what it is about me that makes people want to chew me all up and spit out my bones.

Chaos at work, but …somehow… I can’t help thinking ”just nine more months, just nine more months” and that mantra makes it all endurable. It’s like: ”Hey, I’m in hell! But …in nine months I will be doing something totally different so I don’t care!”, and believe me: It really helps, thinking like that! That’s how much I want to flee to the States for a while, abandon Sweden and the Swedish Ways of Doing Things and Saying Things. I have no idea how well I will get on, living in USA, but …I need my adventure, I really do.
BUT: Still no answer from the school. It makes me so nervous, and it makes me totally believe they won’t let me take the test anywhere else than in USA. In that case… Well… I don’t know. I could to some checking around to see what it would cost me to fly to the states for a few days, and if I can somehow manage the cost perhaps that’s what I’ll do. Otherwise, it’s bye-bye dreaming, hello boredom. (Unless I find some other course to take instead, or get a job as au-pair or something. We’ll see…)

The easiest way of surviving life and all of it’s surprises is to just take one step at a time. Walk fast, if that’s what you want, but always keep ONE foot on the ground. That way you won’t fall on your face that easily…

And, remember kids: Dressing up like Hitler in school is not cool!