Oh, I forgot this: my friend calls Sweden the Teletubby-land, and I think it fits perfectly.
Everyone's so fake and over-social (with each other, not strangers) and happy and perfect that it makes me sick.

Damn these Swedes. I came here without any prejudices but now.. Maybe I've just had contact with the bad ones but still, I'm getting fed up with these people. Argh.
I'm thinking of moving somewhere else in Uppsala. This place is driving me nuts. True, it's quite and nice and undisturbed but there's such a thing as too much of these. Last night I went to a "British day" party in Eklunshof (a building of 24 exchange students) and realised how isolated I am here. This flat is pretty much dead, no-one cleans the kitchen (damn well I'm not doing it for them!) and you shouldn't open the rubbish bin when you're cooking because you'll get all your food infested with tons of little flies that live there. One of the guys smokes indoors occasionally and the whole place smells. There's absolutely no contact between me and the other flatmates and I suppose not even between them. One day I was cooking breakfast at the same time as one of the girls but seeing she didn't have anything to say to me, I didn't even want make an effort to try to start a conversation with her. So we stood there in the kitchen quiet for 10 mins. Yay. Fun. Place.

First thing tomorrow morning I'm walking in the International Office and see what my options are.

So, the past week was as follows:
Tuesday; after waking up to intruders, and visiting the IO, I found out that they were indeed hired by the university but were in the wrong building. Fun.
Wednesday; classes as usual, evening hazy.
Thursday; two elderly ladies walk into my room and want to clean it up. Don't speak any English, fun again. Told them I wouldn't mind them cleaning up, as long as they didn't take away my things. They didn't understand. Went out with some friends and learned that I'm not good at girl-talk, but I'm an honorary member of the Australian Boyfriend Club. Honorary because I'm not Australian nor have a boyfriend.
Friday; classes again. Sheesh. Went out in Flogsta in the evening, had so-and-so fun, found out who my friends really are: had to cycle home half-drunk in the middle of the night, alone. Took some time considering it was only my second time in Flogsta and both times coming home I've been under the influence.
Saturday; hungry and hung-over. Stayed in aaall day watching Veronica Mars, season 1. God bless uni network. Decided not to drink at all in October.
Sunday; wanted to stay in all day, but thought it might be best to see the outside world every once and awhile. Went to dinner at an ABCer's flat. Had a nice time although noticed again that can't speak girl-talk. Cycled home in the middle of the night, took only 40 mins and was perfectly sober.
Monday; classes. Franctic homework-doing right before them. Who really expects us to do homework in the weekends when there's all these other interesting things to do? In the evening stayed in to watch Veronica Mars again, this time first half of season 2.
And today? Suspect I'm an addict, VM again. Did some of the homework though! And booked flights to spend a week at home in November. Watched the pilot episode for Stargate Atlantis and wondered if I had stepped into a Lordi music video.
Yay, what an exciting person I am.