I am writing this from my grandmother’s big brick of a desktop computer in complete silence. They are staying at their summerhouse for a few days, so my younger brother and I decided last night to take advantage of their rather spacious crib. There is something so quiet and peaceful about their apartment, despite of it being located right in the heart of the city, and I always sleep like I brick when I sleep over. It’s like non-stop zen over here. I solve Sudoku-puzzles and do crosswords and dip cookies in my homemade latte. It’s awesome and so quiet. Maybe I should move into a building that has a lot of senior residents. It’s much more my pace than all of those youngsters with their loud music and promiscious drinking habits. Somebody give me some pearls to clutch.

Yesterday, I received some awesome news regarding my upcoming exams, which pretty much made my day, week, month, year, decade, you name it. I don’t think I have ever felt that happy on school grounds, except for that one time where I received a completely unexpected A+ on an oral exam (which unfortunately doesn’t matter in the long run because it was just an exam designed to give us a preview of what a real exam in that class is going to be like) some moons ago. That deserved some celebration, so I bought myself a blue cardigan as a reward.

But back to present time.

I have until yesterday had very little knowledge of my upcoming exam period. Perhaps it is for dramatic effect, but my school always chooses to make a big shebang out of revealing important information to us. That’s a way of keeping us under control, I suppose.

What made yesterday full of win and win-cakes is the fact that I only have to take six exams, and four of those will be written, which means that only two of them will be oral exams. HALLELUJAH. I am so much better at writing than I am at talking to teachers. That means that there is only one “mystery exam” that I don’t have any information about, but that information will be revealed to me on May 23rd (as well as my grades for the year). This isn’t the case for every student, it is completely individual. Do you know why? Because, it is all decided by… a computer. I shit you not. I know technology equals advancement, but it being used for this purpose seems completely dated.

Despite this stellar information, I still had trouble falling asleep last night, and when I finally did fall asleep, I had another horrible dream about my upcoming exams. You would think that finding out it will most likely be easier than I had anticipated would help me, but no, now I feel like it will be even more humiliating if I don’t do well.

I had a dream last night about ice cream. I kept trying to get different people to go with me to Paradice, but everybody was so SLOW and indecisive and it was like, COME ON. In my dream I had no legs and was therefore deeply dependent on others to take me there. After a while I decided to say fuck it and go there myself, and I got into a car, with no driver’s license, and killed about 47 people in my quest to get ice cream. I guess that is what happens when you drive a car with no legs. I could make the car go and go fast, but I needed a leg to push the brakes.

It made sense in my dream.

I finally made it to Paradice, but there was no ice cream. As a result of my lateness it had been turned into a bar with creepy people and disgusting bathrooms (I had to pee, running people over was a little too action-filled for my bladder). I went home to an apartment that wasn’t mine, with a girl from my class, whom I barely talk to. My sister was there, too. After a while of still being deeply upset about the ice cream situation, there is a heavy knock on the front door. All three of us are scared, because it’s evening and we are in a strange apartment. I go to answer and outside the door is a VERY masculine-looking woman, who hands me two bags. Of ice cream. My friend’s mother, the dream angel, had felt bad that nobody had taken me (I don’t think anybody felt bad about the 47 people, who lost their lives as a result of my reckless driving – I didn’t, either), and she had decided to call for a special ice cream delivery just for me. I could tell immediately that the masculine-looking delivery woman was a famous Danish male actor dressed as a woman, and I said, it’s you, isn’t it?, and she smiled creepily and started walking down the stairs.

Peter Frödin and his creepy smile

ANALYZE THAT.

Sunday afternoon we went to the Botanic Garden. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, and it’s the first time I have ever taken Andrew there. As with everything else, I had wanted his first introduction to it to be during the summer, where all the trees and flowers are in bloom. With everything being dead and withered, there really was not much botanic about that garden, but I guess somebody decided we can’t have life and summer and happiness all year round.

Andrew was pretty excited about the gigantic greenhouse, which, I have to admit, IS pretty cool. And huge.

After our massively long walk (3,7 miles!) we went home and I wrote my Biology report. Five pages, baby, with awesome pictures and illustrations to boot. Let it be known that I hate Biology with a fiery passion. The same with Physics. The only science-y class that I can handle… sort of, is Chemistry, which I finished last year (and got a pretty bad grade). No hard feelings, Chemistry, I know now that the feelings weren’t mutual. Guess I had to learn it the hard and humiliating way in front of two teachers.

Andrew is going home on Monday, which is killing me little by little each day. I can’t wait till the day where we can be together all the time. I even dreamt about it last night. I dreamt that I decided to pack up and just go already, enough with all this dilly dally. I only brought a small bag, because I did not feel like I needed anything really. Just my heart, who happens to live in New York. I also dreamt that I was a member of a mob family. Any psychology majors willing to tell me what the EFF that means?

I have been working on this project that I am incredibly excited about. It is going to be so great, and I just have a good feeling in my stomach about it, like I was meant to do this. Get your excite on, I think you will like it!