Time flies when you are having fun. I live flying.

More than six months have passed since I last wrote. Translation: Too little dull time infront of Mr MacBook. oh, and we actually got divorced, or no, I got widowed and got myself a new lifepartner, a new MrMacBook unibody edition. He too satisfies all my needs.
From Mexico I flied to Buenos Aires, celebrated the last Xmas there, with just my family. As not my family grannys and aunts, but JUST my family ma, papa and brother. Cute. (dont know)
I flew back to Europe and Stockholm, was supposed to be un- and re-packing south america for the alps but ended up in series of casestudies for some interviews I wasn't really planning, got myself a job, and bam! landed in amazing Val Thorens where I got stuck somewhere outside the slopes and in the park for two months. i love skiing. it is the only place where i think i could stuck.
Finally making it back to Sweden I got back to school. First time at Handels in a year. A whole ten 10! weeks later I passed my exams, achieved getting summer holidays, felt like time stood still and just had to LEAVE and do something new! (notice the tragic irony of rootlessness). Me and Rebecka bought interrail tickets, left for europe final desination surf camp Biarritz and explored Europe in lots of trains. Amazing how well trains cross europe nowadays. You would imagine they were better "before" (bättre förr!) when there were not so many flights but really, you can get anywhere by a train at anytime anytime soon!
Confession 1: I have to apologize to ze gerrmanns! sorry mein hertz isch has bin macht gefürdomsfüll against your culture, language and generally everything. Berlin is my new favourite city (among 50 others -but still), the german language is crazy funny and I now believe that I am a native speaker, and the food isnt that bad either! Ich bin apologize-ful.
Berlin -> Prague ->Vienna -> Salzburg -> Amsterdam -> Paris -> Bordeaux -> San Sebastián -> Biarritz and hello we are now surfers! amazing. surfing is sooo hard, so annoying your patience and soo soo soo much fun! Following this very exhausting trip I have now been resting (not synonymous to recovering) on the swedish westcoast for the past 6 weeks tanning, boating, playing cards, wakeboarding, drinking beer, getting fish shots, sailing, worked as a maître de hôte at a restaurant a few times, eating way too much sweets and refusing to aknowledge the coming semester when I will have to get my thumb out of my * and write some kind of final thesis. So instead I am maturely ignoring it and planning some going to France-thing in three weeks and wasting my time looking for impossible ridiculously huge chalets for my coming season i Verbier.

Confession 2: Hello I am fleeing reality like a mouse running amongst traps.
Well my time flies and so do I and I think like it. (but i cant think when I fly so how would I know?)

I shall not stop and stop being curious until I am a grown up. An adult. And that I shall not need to become until I eventually have a child (and that transformation's only because a child can not have a child itself).