"Women and children first, and children first"

Yeah, no, there's no need whatsoever to bitch about poor posting. Bitch, please.
Why?
I was at effin Gotland all summer, working for my parents. No net, no money, no fun, nothing but potatoes (really!). It was, by all means, horrible. And yes, youre right, whats the use bitching about it now, its over and done with, and it obviously didnt kill me, in which case it is supposed to make me stronger, right? Wrong.

After six weeks of panic attacks, hostage situations in the car, relief at 12 hr work days, and then back to crying and shouting, feeling like the cold, heartless kid Im brought up to be, and trying to remember who I wanted to be, I come home only to face post-traumatic stress bleedin social Fear (yes, with a big F).

I coup myself up, alone in the apartment Im never alone in, where Me and Mine is being more and more rejected, shoved away, blamed and ..Phew, you guys, you wouldnt believe the paranoia. Ill survive, like I always do. Nothing, nothing bends Ed.

I start working at a chain of videostores (retarded word nowadays isnt, should be dvd-rental or something), which comes almost too natural for me. In school we are right now in the exciting and thrilling stage of phonology, people, and Ive been lucky to have a few lectures in english which made everything much easier. It seems like thats going to stop soon though.

All in all, peeps, its going to be a fucking awesome semester, with:
* cool things to study (ofcourse I am going to bitch about them then..)
* new compy soon
* comedys, documentaries, drama, thrillers, action, everything in the reach of my arm for nothing at all, nothing at all.
* Sims Pets. No, shut up, its going to be awesome. I dont care how lame that makes me. F u.
* some actual extra cash, which means new shoes and stuff, which means Im going to be painfully hot this fall.

And d'you know the best part? I deserve every last thing after this summer, I really do.