I think I have a Spanish test on wednesday, but I don’t know on what. Panicking a bit. Luckily my best friend are in the same boat as me when it comes to that, we can be screwed together. Like we are in everything. Haha.
Today was a very hot day. I took an adventure walk in the woods (not dressed like that of course) with my dog and I was about to melt. I’m not really used to that since we have had cold weather these last 6-7 months. So when I came home I took on my lovely, summery & flowery dress! Yay for summer!
On the other hand, that means I’m graduating soon (swedish schoolsystem). Kill me.
I’m reading a book by John Ajvide Lindqvist called “Hanteringen av odöda”, the rough translation of the title is “Handling of the undead” but since English isn’t my first language, it may sound totally off. He is a Swedish writer, mostly of horror novels.
I don’t know, I’m kind of disgusted by how the books are written but at the same time it drags you in and you can’t stop reading. I’ve read one book before this one by him called “Lilla Stjärna” (“Little Star”) and that one was so disgusting and horrid.
But I could not stop reading it.
In midst of walking in my own world, looking at flowers and whatnot I see a couple of teenage boys by the school and seconds later a motorcycle swooshes past me. Loudly. Very loudly. That happens every time I’m out for a walk, which is everyday. And it’s not even like it’s a minimum of two meters between us, I’m seriously concerned that I’m going to end up like a flat pancake on the street.
I don’t like motorcycles, especially not when teenage boys in puberty who likes to do everything as dangerous as possible are the ones behind the steering wheel. I kinda feel like an old, angry grandma. But that’s ok.