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Yay me, got a VG on the Oral Presentation!
Well, that is one yaya thing, even if the main one is that I was strong and good this weekend, and that we really did manage to leave eachother as friends. or friends/KK (is there a good english word for it? bet there is. damn I shouls know these things. well not-in-a-relationship-but-still-wanting-to-shag-eachother, but that is good enough. I made no promises, but managed to turn him from suicidal (and I am not joking) to OK. Remind him of how to breathe, making him promise never to hurt himself my punching solid brick walls again, telling him he can and will be able to live without me. I don't know what I have done for him ever, but it must have been a lot.
But he'll make it now.
and his mother can't be mad at be very long, can she? I though we were close, and it hurt when I couldn't meet him at home because she did't wants us to meet. And it hurt when he told me to leave, the day before. I don't think I'll ever come back there.
So I managed that, and flew alone, something I'd never done before, and got home to one roomie desperatly listening to music in her headphoneswhile the other and her boyfriend was.. busy. No, I'm not sure, but they sure use a lot of toilet paper up there. and make funny sounds when they think we are asleep. ew. get a hotel room, honestly! yes, he is welcome to stay here, but not if I have to listen to them doing things, nu-uh.
it rained like crazy when I got home btw. From Sweden, sunny and beautiful with autumn colors everywhere, to rain and rans and cold. ok, so Heathrow isn't my favourite place in the world.
Ooh, the busdriver looked just like I've imagined Captain P! It made me all happy, and I had to listen to Tainted Love all the way to Brighton. heh.
well, I did some texting also, with my police. he does have a bobby hat! and handcuffs, oh my...
interesting rebound project, indeed.
Well, that is one yaya thing, even if the main one is that I was strong and good this weekend, and that we really did manage to leave eachother as friends. or friends/KK (is there a good english word for it? bet there is. damn I shouls know these things. well not-in-a-relationship-but-still-wanting-to-shag-eachother, but that is good enough. I made no promises, but managed to turn him from suicidal (and I am not joking) to OK. Remind him of how to breathe, making him promise never to hurt himself my punching solid brick walls again, telling him he can and will be able to live without me. I don't know what I have done for him ever, but it must have been a lot.
But he'll make it now.
and his mother can't be mad at be very long, can she? I though we were close, and it hurt when I couldn't meet him at home because she did't wants us to meet. And it hurt when he told me to leave, the day before. I don't think I'll ever come back there.
So I managed that, and flew alone, something I'd never done before, and got home to one roomie desperatly listening to music in her headphoneswhile the other and her boyfriend was.. busy. No, I'm not sure, but they sure use a lot of toilet paper up there. and make funny sounds when they think we are asleep. ew. get a hotel room, honestly! yes, he is welcome to stay here, but not if I have to listen to them doing things, nu-uh.
it rained like crazy when I got home btw. From Sweden, sunny and beautiful with autumn colors everywhere, to rain and rans and cold. ok, so Heathrow isn't my favourite place in the world.
Ooh, the busdriver looked just like I've imagined Captain P! It made me all happy, and I had to listen to Tainted Love all the way to Brighton. heh.
well, I did some texting also, with my police. he does have a bobby hat! and handcuffs, oh my...
interesting rebound project, indeed.