This might not make sense. I am tired. You have been warned.

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Here I am now, drinking too sweet, to hot and almost tasteless tea, eating almost nonfat yoghurt, while trying to write about relationships. One moment I feel like Carrie Bradshaw, and the next like a frog. Because we all know that frogs can't write.

And I really wish that I had time to write it all in english and then just translate it. Everything is easier to write about in a different language. I don't know why, but it let's me be serious about things that deserves it, without feeling stupid. How the hell am I suppoused to seriously write about love, everything you write about it has been read and said before. Love is over-analysed. And still no anwser... :P

And hate. All I can think of is a never-ending stream om insults. But this is schoolwork. It's not suppoused to be fun.

I have no idea if I'll be able to finish an acceptable speach by tomorrow, but there will be a speach xD

For now I'm going to keep writing my unserious crap and hope that it will sound somewhat sane tomorrow too.

I know that I promised there would be cool pictures, and there will be cool pictures... sometime soon.

Now, the bathroom demands my attention after that humongous cup of tea.