A crappy good wednesday

How can you have a crappy good Wednesday? This is how:

I wake up at 7 due too the telephone ringing. It's my little sister asking When I'm starting school because she needs a change of clothes fast. Apperently she didn't want to be seen in her boyfriends gympants that she had to put on while she was in a hurry in the morning.
" I start at 3 so let me sleep", I say and slam the phone in her ear. Needless to say, my morning temper is not that great.

I go back to bed and the next minute the phone rings again. Arrgh! I answer again with a big "What?!" It's my mom asking me if I'm awake, as it turns out, it hadn't been moments between the two calls at all, it had been hours and it was 12 o clock. I get out of bed, take my "morning" coffee and go to school.

In the evening it's time for me to go to my grandma' s house to show off my jewelry to her friends and after spending what seems to be an eternity in yapetiyap town I go home.
I sold NO jewelry, but I did sell 6 sets of wineglass markers of the kind I gave my grandma for christmas, I hate making those.

So summary for tonight:

Number of ...
..wakeup calls 6 hours before I start school: 1
..coffeecups: 10 (grams drinks a lot of it)
..excuses to wear my pretty new top:1
..ear sores: 1
..explaining why exactly I don't eat meat: 1
..homework I forgot to do: 1
..jewelry sold:0
..orders for somethin I hate making: 6
..money made: 1400 kr ($235)

love
Sofie

I am 19, going on 45

At least, that's how I feel at the moment, or actually, that's how I feel every moment.
What do you do when your in your teens and all your friends want to go clubbing and you really just want to kick back with some fancy food, a glass of red wine and watch "så skall det låta" , the most popular program for people over 40 in Sweden.?

What do you do when all your friends want to hang out after school and you just want to go home, drink some coffee on the porch and do some crafting?

I went clubbing against my will last Saturday and I just felt so lost. People I've barely spoken to came up to hug me and chat about their feelings with their face an inch from mine. The music was so loud you had to yell to have a conversation and all I could think of was: " Am I supposed to like this?"

I called it an early night and got home to read my book but still, the thought kept haunting me..
I can't wait until I'm 45 and can have a quiet Friday night at home, the legitimate way :)

That concludes the late night rant for today, I'll leave a more relevant post as soon as I have the time.

Coming up in the near future: Eritrea and the 2001 imprisonments