I forgot arrogant and proud from the list. That's what they are. These bloody people...

But in other news, October is over and I made it through it without any alcohol! I thought it would be harder than this, but it's surprisingly easy to say no thanks to free wine and free vodka and free punch and.. well, yes, there's been lot of that. Now I just don't feel like drinking anymore and I'm proud of myself. I like the feeling of going to bed at the end of a good night out, still thinking clearly and no headaches, nothing. And even waking up the next day, such a brilliant feeling.

And it's been snowing! Aaall day, and now there's like 10cm of the white stuff on the ground and me, I'm just happy. There's this little kid inside me that's fighting to get out to play in the snow and make snowmen and go skiing and skating and snowboarding and whatnot. I missed you, snow!

Plus I'm going home in a week! It's going to be so nice, to break away from this place for a while. I haven't been outside Uppsala for so long (except for the day I randomly got an inspiration to go to Stockholm and wander around) that it's starting to make me mad. In the end, it's such a small place. Or maybe it's just the people, who knows. But yay!

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.

I'm starting to like the Swedes even more. They're just such cool people, helping out everyone in need etc, especially their exchange student flatmate. (NOT)

This morning I got the weirdest wake-up I've pretty much ever had. At first I thought I had forgot to lock my door and that my door had slid open which it does sometimes (hence I lock it) and that my flatmates we're just being really loud outside. But then, at 0850hrs, two tough looking guys just pranced into my room and started speaking to me in Swedish. I had just woke up and couldn't make any sense of what they were saying. After a while they realised I wasn't speaking the same language, and told me in plain English that they were supposed to clear the room. What? One of the guys had a stupid smile on his face so I thought they had to be kidding (that, or I just look funny when I wake up? Thank god I don't sleep naked.) I kept telling them that they've got to be kidding and that they're not taking anything away, so after some minutes of conversation (who knows, might've been 30 seconds, I was a bit confused) they backed out of the room telling me that they were calling "Veronika" too see what was the problem. They went outside back to their car (took a picture of it, just in case), and in 5 minutes they were leaving. No apologies, nothing. Meanwhile, one of my flatmates (the only one I've talked to) happened to walk by my room and I told him that I was having trouble with some guys who wanted to take away all my stuff, meaning of course that should they come back, I might require some back-up assistance. Guess what he said?! "Well I hope they don't take all your stuff", went to his room and locked the door.






What is a girl supposed to do? These guys have a key to my room (well I suppose it's a key to everyone's room), they've had a good look around, know that I have a laptop and other valuables here. I might be paranoid here, but better safe than sorry. So my plan is to go to the International Office (they're actually open today, yay), ask people to help me there, maybe just some reassurance that this happens every day and there's nothing to worry about. We'll see how it goes...

So I'm very grateful for my flatmates. I believe one of them was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast, with a clear view of the door, and he didn't do anything about strange people coming into the flat, with their own key. As far as I remember, these guys didn't have any sort of company overalls or anything to identify themselves as workers of the "Allt i transport". I guess he wouldn't have said anything if they had just started to drag stuff out, including all my dirty laundry. What worries me is that this could've happened during the weekend when I was actually away or yesterday morning when I was at the university; I would've come back to an empty room, with no clue where my things are or who took them. Nice.. exactly what I needed to feel safe in this country.

I HATE THESE PEOPLE!!

Also, been here for 4 weeks already!! o_O

So the gasque... boring. The food was okay I guess, except that you don't go there to eat but to socialise and sing, neither of which I could really do. We didn't sing that much and my table was pretty boring; a German couple all over each other, a French guy who disappeared halfway through the first dish and some Swedes who didn't understand my Swedish so decided not to talk to me. But it seems quite a few other people had a boring time too. So it took up all my afternoon, from 3pm (started with a speech and an official welcome at the university main building, which was nice enough since all the nations went there in a profession (is that a word?) and it was the first time I was inside the building and it's so much grander than McEwan Hall) up until about 11.30 in the evening when the dinner was over and I decided to go home. The party would've gone on until 2am I suppose but I didn't feel like it. Didn't really impress me that much. Or maybe I just didn't get drunk enough...

And this time, I want last week back. I want to go somewhere, do something. I went to the streetdance class they have at the gym and it was absolute shit. The teacher is about 35, big and not hiphop at all. But tries to be, that's the point. I could do better classes than her. I would've walked out in the middle of it (some people actually did) if it wasn't for the poweryoga afterwards and thank god that was nice. I can feel my muscles growing, yay!

It's too bad I don't have classes tomorrow, I feel like I shouldn't waste a good evening... Maybe I should just get to bed early and try not to sleep until 3 in the afternoon again. But I don't want to sleep alone. I guess it's hormones. Damn them.

I want my old boring life back... I don't want to leave my room today but I have to go to this gasque because I've already paid for it and all. I've been out every night since Monday and this morning I woke up hating myself for it. Not a nice feeling to wake up to. But after tonight, I'm gonna have to do some serious detoxing, it feels like I've got alcohol in my blood 24/7, horrible. Might even start tonight... Come home early and stuff.
/self-hatred

I hate the days when you don't have anything to do but feel like you should be doing something but just can't be arsed. Yesterday was one of those days (although in retrospect, I did quite a lot); woke up at three in the afternoon (fair enough, went to bed at 7 in the morning), met a friend half an hour later and went shopping (and found out that don't need to buy new clothes for the gasque (a dinner party) after all) then went on to an international fika (coffee and cakes) at Norrlands after which I tagged along to V-Dala pub and onwards to GH pub. And was home at midnight. Well at least I had plans for that evening; knew I wanted to go out and would find someone to go out with from the fika but still... today's turning into one of those days. I have a lecture at 4 but it's about the Finno-Ugric people and languages, so in theory it's about me too. Nothing too interesting, plus I can't really understand what the lecturer is saying so I might give it a miss. So I really don't have anything I have to do, except study o_O Can't really go out tonight since I have a class at ten in the morning tomorrow. I don't even have a tv! What am I supposed to do?