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jag hade tänkt blogga om dethär på svenska, men efter tidernas längsta mejl om exakt samma saker jag tänkt skriva om, så orkade jag inte ta det igen. så här får ni mitt mejl, rakt av bah. ni kan ju engelska.

hey you :)

wow, everything is so weird. don't know if i really am happy to be home...

it started all when i woke up on the saturday (yes, still drunk after being in Wikiki until it closed)

i started to do the last packing, and as i remember it, i did't even look back when i left the apartment, so i don't know how much stuff i left behind!

well anyway then i got to the airport and the flight with my flightnumber didn't really exist... 

when i asked about it in the information desk, she just looked at me like as if i was lost.

but after finally finding it, the first flight to madrid went really good. mostly spanish people on the plane.

then i got to madrid. and didn't find the gate to the other plane!!

it was supposed to be real close!! but later, after running around and being totally sweaty and panicking, i found it.

(i sort of ran past this big group of people, and then i heard they spoke swedish, so i stopped)

so. we board the plane, and they all start to complain about how small the plane is, that they can't fit properly into the chairs, and bla bla blaa...

especially these 2 men, like, 50 year olds, they drove me crazy! they were yelling at the stewardesses (and i mean, what are they supposed to do about it? RE-build the plane?)

then the two Men-of-complaints decided to write a letter, containing like 100 stupid points about whats wrong with this plane, to the big board of directors or whatever of Spanair.

(as if they would care to read it anyway..)

and WICH, by the way, they asked everybody on the plane to sign. i just wanted to kill them.

i felt already then that i got the swedish mentality thrown in my face.

they are so..soo..never happy or content with anything.(as we alredy realized after working in reception of course)

just have to give you an example of the letter.

point 76: (or something like that) the ceiling of the plane is leaking in water. (it was so NOT) then they started to point at this super tiny little drop of water, and i just wanted to scream at them, that in a small plane like this, containing like 150 people, and the temperature outside being like minus 150 degrees, there WILL be some condensation. IDIOTS. anyway. enough about them. 

we arrived in sweden and at least one positive thing happend; i got my suitcase first of all people on the plane! HAH- in your face suckers!

outside the weather felt like STILL 150 below zero. but mum and dad went on about how the weather had been real warm lately, so i understood i was just back in sweden.

when i got home one of my best friends called me to say they were out drinking, and i felt i could really need a drink.

so i sort of went straight to the club where they were partying (the "sort-of-straight-away"-part because i couldn't find my passport when i got home, but then i did after again being sweaty and panicky).

i get to the door of the pub, show the man my id, and thoght -hey, let's party! then Another man comes up to me and asks me for like 8 euros for the entrance. (WHOA-entrance?! didn't pay ANYthing in ANY place for six months, so i was a bit shocked)

then i get to the bar (after meeting my long missed friend of course, wich was nice) and i order a shot of jägermeister to get started. then i ordered another one, because everybody was really drunk so i also wanted to be really drunk. then the bar man tells me that the shots are NINE euro EACH! (WHOA-AGAIN, i thought they were going to be like 1 or 2 euro.. like in flicks or wherever) so then i was ruined.. and had to borrow money for a beer.. shitty.

the night went on and i thought at least i would meet a lot of friends that i had missed, but i didn't even. met maybe 2 or 3, wich was nice of coruse, but still i felt a bit lost because everywhere were a lot of people i had never seen before. and they were all in the same age as my little sister, so that wasn't so funny either.

the day after the not so successful night out, another friend asked me if i wanted to have breakfast-picnic in town, and the sun was up so i felt happy. but.. when i started to look through my closet for something to wear, i noticed that nothing was fitting. nothing. bah. okey, i know, we've been living la vida loca,right, but i never thought i would become a fat monster due to it!
so then i had a small breakdown and my mum thoght i was going crazy and i was 2 hours late for the picnic. shit again.

but the picnic was nice at last :)

then came the monday, and i knew i had to go to the office-place to get my unemplyment money. but i was a bit hung over from the picnic-turning-into-drinking-wine-on-my-friends-balcony-half-the-night-incident the night before, so i didn't go there. instead i had coffee with a friend for 3 hours, talking about sweden and its ups and downs. sadly we could come up with more downs than ups...

later we had another wine-picnic (LOVE THOSE!) and now its tuesday and i really have to go to the office place to get the money.

also i should go running, or at least walking, to get rid of all these kilos. but i would rather stay in watching stupid swedish television, (i really understand you know with all the stupid german tv you spent hours and hours looking at when you were in germany)

so here i am. haven't mad up my mind yet if i'm happy to be back or not...

tomorrow i'm going to stockholm to see theresa again. that'll be nice. and on thursday the 30th we celebrate "Walpurgis" (haha, what a name, just looked "Valborg" up in an english dictionary, made me laugh a little bit) anyway, we celebrate the spring and everyody is going to be really drunk (and you know i like that) so i hope the next few days will be a little bit better.

sorry for writing you such a long letter, but i needed to complain to somebody about all of this. feels weird to complain about stuff that my poor friends have been living with the last six months, when they are not complaining!

back to you a little bit. -yes, i found him to give him the letter. he was happy :) i really enjoyed spending my last night with you guys, thank you, and i hope it wasn't REALLY our last night out, if you know what i mean.

no, i didn't get any answer from the school, (but then i didn't send my records in either, so they cant even consider taking me in yet, because they haven't seen my grades. so, another thing i HAVE to do.. )

i miss you too, and even if we won't work in the Marismas reception together i will definately come visit!

i think miguel would be devastated if we both came back, (haha, still laughing out load when i think of the pillow-accident)

hope to hear from you soon. tell me about everything. are you still going to croatia to look for gold and mummies? 

take care and say hello to the people i know.

xx