Backache and Bouncing Agents
Hmm, I guess you can tell by now that I'm a poor diary keeper... Always has been so I cant' promise that to change anytime soon. Live with it.
Well, well, the school started here today. And what did I do? I spent the whole morning crawling around in the garden. I'm so not made for physical work (my poor back's killing me..). Not only that I'm starting to feel relieved for going to high school where they teach very theoretical subjects, but I'm also starting to appreciate the beauty of plastic flowers... (Me being born to a farm is yet another prove of the universes sick sense of humor.) I'd almost be in school rather than home. But just almost. I have absolutely no interest of going to a Swedish lesson.
Mom's feeling really old since her baby boy started junior high school today (that "baby boy" is about 6 centimeters taller than me and still growing fast). He started his first day quite like I expected: when the teacher had ordered their seats in the class, she asked anyone who can't see or hear properly to ask a permission to move forwards. Well, my little genius brother said to the teacher: "I can see and hear. Can I go and sit in the back of the class?" Hmm, needless to say, his request was denied. But I'm proud of him, you can only make a first impression once :) (Have I ever pointed out that I hated junior high school? Well, now I have.)
Now, after I survived from the attack of the rose bushes with only a minor scars, I settled myself in front of the TV to watch the first season of 24, which I haven't seen before. I can't tell you how much I love it. And only four episodes to go, so it's getting really hair-raising...
I think I'm gonna leave you now and watch a few more episodes. I mean, if dad hasn't invaded the couch while I've been writing this...
Well, well, the school started here today. And what did I do? I spent the whole morning crawling around in the garden. I'm so not made for physical work (my poor back's killing me..). Not only that I'm starting to feel relieved for going to high school where they teach very theoretical subjects, but I'm also starting to appreciate the beauty of plastic flowers... (Me being born to a farm is yet another prove of the universes sick sense of humor.) I'd almost be in school rather than home. But just almost. I have absolutely no interest of going to a Swedish lesson.
Mom's feeling really old since her baby boy started junior high school today (that "baby boy" is about 6 centimeters taller than me and still growing fast). He started his first day quite like I expected: when the teacher had ordered their seats in the class, she asked anyone who can't see or hear properly to ask a permission to move forwards. Well, my little genius brother said to the teacher: "I can see and hear. Can I go and sit in the back of the class?" Hmm, needless to say, his request was denied. But I'm proud of him, you can only make a first impression once :) (Have I ever pointed out that I hated junior high school? Well, now I have.)
Now, after I survived from the attack of the rose bushes with only a minor scars, I settled myself in front of the TV to watch the first season of 24, which I haven't seen before. I can't tell you how much I love it. And only four episodes to go, so it's getting really hair-raising...
I think I'm gonna leave you now and watch a few more episodes. I mean, if dad hasn't invaded the couch while I've been writing this...