Yikes.

This is post #100!
Scary as it is, that's not the reason why "yikes" is the title of this post. See, today is kinda the last day of my summer vacation. Tomorrow I have orientation, and then on Wednesday is the big day: my first day at LS. I'm pretty calm right now, but I know that I will, at some point, be scared to death.
To make it all better, I'm completely on my own. Why? We (aka dad and I) are incapable of reading a calendar, and he will be gone on my first day of school. No one to drive me if I miss the bus that I have no idea where is. Or if I oversleep, which is the most likely case, and would lead to theory 1. Perfect.

No, I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes. Yep. Maybe if I write that over and over, I'll start believing it.

I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.
I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.
I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.
I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.
I will wake up on time, have a nice, calm morning and be at school in plenty of time to dutifully attend all of my classes.

Not working yet. Oh, we'll see.

Bearly read books

I've found another great new favorite store (If I never told you, the first one is Newbury Comics). This place, as the title indicates, is called "bearly read books". It's a used book store, so they the books are quite cheap. And they're well used, not ripped or full of writing. Well, some are. But I never choose a book with anything written in it. Kinda hypocritical, as I often underline my favorite passages and lines. But then again, that's why I want a fresh book.

I know you are curious to know what I got, so tada:

I'm most excited about the sonnets, and have found what I think will remain my favorite. Which is sonnet 44, should you be curious.

And now I shall leave you alone, since I'm getting up early tomorrow, to play tennis before it gets too hot. Oh, I'm so bad at it. I wish I could say the opposite, or at least with a speck of irony, but I'm truly awful. Uhmm.. Practice makes perfect, aye? :D

The battle for my blood, bed and what could have been a precious night of sleep.

It's a fact: Bugs have invaded my room. And not just any kind of bugs: Mosquitos. Blodsucking, annoying creatures. Don't get me wrong, there are other kinds of lovely bugs here as well, but none quite as irritating as the flock of bloodsuckers. If you're a long follower, you might have seen my 20 something posts describing my fondness of insects. So yes, I am thrilled.

Today, for the first time in weeks, I decided to go to bed early, and even more shocking, get up early as well. Too bad that's not fucking possible with these things flying around. I'll have to spend my night jumping around my room trying to kill them. Let me demonstrate:

Also,  I wonder where the hell they're coming from, as both my windows and doors are closed, and have been all day. There's probably a nest under my bed. Wonderful.

There, I freed myself from some agressio- FUCK THAT BASTARD THAT JUST BIT ME! You shall die. Excuse me for a moment.
....
Of course the thing is hiding under my bed. And no, I didn't write that just for effect, the thing attacked me. And it just did again, I just acted more gracefully this time. And I have no idea where it is hiding now. And I have a brand new mosquitoebite under my foot. Yes, under it. Doesn't that sound pleasant?

Though I know you love my completely meaningless posts (riiight?), I'll stop now. 'night.

And I'm talking to myself all night because I can't forget

That line was from a great song, fyi, I'm not going crazy quite yet.

Since I refuse to write another poor-me-I-don't-have-a-life-post, though it might be true at the moment, here are five good things from the five last days:
-I got my learner's permit. Other drivers might want to discuss that being a good thing.
-I've been to Boston.
-I now own a few more great CDs. Which I legally bought.
-Grist mill is probably the most peaceful, most beautiful place to sit and read, which I have now discovered.
-I'm no longer broke. For now.

See, it's not so bad.
Today you won't get a new picture for your exciting puzzle, as I'm currently working on fixing up my room a little. I'll give them to you in a few days, I swear! Since I know you're all sitting on the edges of your seats right now, waiting.

Oh, one more good thing: I've discovered Pandora radio, which is great. Too bad that none of my readers in Norway (aka none of my readers.) can listen to it, since it only works in the US, apparently. Hum. Yeah, so I just had to tell you about it so you'd wonder what the hell it is. And that's all!

And as a nice ending, just because it has nothing to do with the post, and because I miss him, and because it's the only normal picture ever taken of us, and because (last one, promise) he'll probably never read this: Voila, you've already seen it if you're reading this, a picture of me and my brother, taken this summer.

If there's no reason to stay awake, nor is there a reason to sleep.

So tell me this.. What do you do, when you're new in Sudbury, have no friends and you're starting to think that it is, in fact, possible to die from boredom? I suppose getting some friends would be a nice start. But what am I supposed to do, walk up to random people on the street? "Hey, I'm Heidi. Wanna be friends?:D"

Just to make sure that you know this, I make situations sound a lot worse than they are. My life is not so tragic that I think it's better to just end it right away. Not yet.
See, I'm doing it again. I swear, it just happens.

I've been busy with moving in and such, but now I think we're just about set. Just about. We still have too many boxes.
Also I spend some time exploring the town of Sudbury. If you happen to drive on route 20, and see a completely soaked person walking in the rain.. Yeah, that's me, once again forgetting to check the weather before I venture outside into this world of impulsive rainstorms.

And since someone actually realized that I lied in my last post, and did not give you a new picture the next day.. Julie, this is for you:

And everything still moves in slow motion.

It's official, from this day on (and for a year), I live in Sudbury.
Apart from a few details, like the 10-minute shower policy and the invasion of the ants, it's perfect. Hey, at least those 100-something ants will make sure I won't be lonely. And there aren't 100 left. I killed at least 30 with my own bare kleenexes, and probably another 50 with that bugspray. The remaining 20 are spread around my room, for my convenience.

Right now I need my sleep, but I felt like informing you that for the next four days, I will be posting pictures of different parts of my new room. And you'll put it together when those days have passed, like a fun puzzle. Yaay!