I am so confused, I don't really know where I am headed. I would like for time to stop just a second, so that I could finish pondering all these things, but I am tied to a train that ruthlessly drags me through the days. why dost it move so fast, though? It is not like we are in a hurry to go somewhere. but maybe that is part of something bigger that I simply do not understand.

I spent three of my days this vacation with some people from CISV, trying to tie up some knots and lose ends. I managed to lose my voice and complete the hole in my favorite socks that has been sneaking up on me. But I am still standing on that same monopoly square, paying up to someone who felt it righteous to claim that piece of land as theirs.

coming home I was pleased to spend the rest of my weekend with some friends I haven't really seen in a while. Tom, martina, becka, isak, Rasmus, fanny and Ke was here. we did not watch movies for a change. we actually played some games of cards and guessing who you were and ate pasta. my room was yet again covered in mattresses, and I must admit that that is my favorite state of this room. perhaps that would be the reason as to why I always keep littering my floor with clothes and guitars and rugs, trying to fill up the empty space after they've gone. or something other sentimental thing like that.

right now I am preparing to go to Uppsala to SO höst, the meeting of the junior branch in Sweden. Fanny is coming with me, along with ten others from this chapter. I am really looking forward to it, though my voice has not gone back to normal yet. in fact, it is probably worse, seeing as I trained hard on monday and tuesday.

over and out