Thessis

So here i am, at the student library, pretending to be a student. I think im pretty good at it, having my not yet finished thessis infront of me all the time, while browsing the worlwideweb. I hate my thessis...its impossible to finish it..im my desperation i've actually thrown myself several ihavefinishedmythessis partys already, feeling proud and accomplished, happily receiving good job and congratulations to you! greetings from friends and family. But the thessis is still there, breathing on my desktop. Im starting to think that im suffering from some great unwill to finish it..that when i do there is nothing left to pretend about, cause its kind of nice to sit here at the university pretending to be an academic, instead of not pretending to be a poor worker, without a degree, waiting for a job..anyhoe, i told my proffesor that she will have it on her desk by friday..i think that i've manged to build up some great expectations about it...by all the time telling her..soon, soon, only some little things left now, i want it to be perfect, just exellent you know..and she always nods her head, answering, good work johanna, im so looking forward seeing it! What i dont tell her is that it kind of sucks..that im just sitting in the library all day looking for typos..

welcome me!

Well..i've tried it before..opening a blog..getting more connected..and always with the result of failing...but maybe this time it will be for real..oh yeah!
so, anyhoe...im back in sweden..its kind of strange..and wet..because its raining all the time..big fat swedish drops..but mostly strange, it feels now that ive been away for too long of a time, to be able to settle in with an ease. I started my settling in this weekend doe, by having a homecoming party..it was nice like hell..people got drunk, made out and drank all my taxfree booze..me an my friend tomas started fighting about who was the strongest..it started out all modest, with some good old armwrestling..i was pretty sure of winning, beacuse he has thin arms..but i didnt, so i had to slap him on the winning arm..and then he slapped me..a bit to hard, so i had to hit him with the fist, and the he had to hit me with the fist, damn copycat..it all escalated with some heavy pinching and incredible blue arms..we couldnt come to a conclusion doe, whom was the strongest..so we have decided to meet again this week and compare the bruces, the one with bluest arm wil get a free beer...he claims ofcourse that he is the winner, that he was in so much pain and shame today that he had to wear longsleev for work..i dont believe it..