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So there's a lot of fucking fireworks going off today. Mostly these failed abortions next door who aim them at people's houses and such. And under cars.
Not cool.
Tomorrow's the day that we declared our independence from England (Britain?) and bacame the country that people either love or hate



Gö och knull en bäver i skogen. Still my favourite curse ever. WHY IS THE ENGLISH SPELLING OF FAVOURITE NOT IN THE COMPUTER'S DICTIONARY?

JET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS, TO DEFEAT THE HUNS
Oh dear god why are they watching this and not expecting me to sing along

Sometimes it occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, I read too much. My library has this program where you log how much you read and get shit for it, up to 12 hours.
It was finished in a day

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"I work hard and go to bed, but first you got to treat your head"
-Sublime - Smoke Two Joints

pretty normal day today, volunteered a bit (kids are the best amp I know), mixed a bit, and meow going to sleep. I'm apparently seeing Man Of Steel tomorrow, review? xD

Jag ha ingen ledtråd vad jag är gör v.v Den bäst sätt till lära är till göra, rätt?

Det är om 32c i dag, och jag är en vrak
Halp

So whenever I go outside, people think I'm mute. I have this thing where whenever I go out, my iPod, constantly on. Unless it's dead. Then I don't have anything to protect me I guess.
I should probably start at the beginning here...I have social anxiety. New people freak me out. The thought of being around new people freaks me out. I get all nervous and jumpy and have to be quiet to hide it. Which explains my irrational need for music
Fuck it, it's rational to me

My phone has a habit of not forwarding me the messages from Facebook, so to talk to people I send them random messages and reply to them later
I feel like a dick for that...sorry Isa v.v

I'm a fucking dinosaur.

Know why?
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My friends think I'm dead ;-;

Americans have no sense of personal space. I was sitting on a bench reading a novel, when three or four girls come up and start to flirt with me. I ignored them, put in headphones, even moved to a different bench...they kept following
My bubble burst like a cherry xD

If you ever meet me in person, remember: If I don't want to talk, you'll know

Oh hi hello, fancy meeting you here. I'm guessing you can't pick up on that English accent through text. Fuck.


So recently I've started to think about who I want to be. Right now, I'm basically lazy and aimless. I don't really do anything but sit in front of the computer and sleep, and is that who I want to be?
*drum roll*
I'm gonna be the most badass motherfucker ever, living in Sweden.
Sov gott

Vi söker bar personal.
Vi söker barpersonal.

I donno, I quite like the first one xD
There's 786 days until my eighteenth birthday. And yes I'm going to be a dick and count down every single one. NEXT QUESTION