First novel of the year

This is the short review of what has happened since last year. 

On the 30th I celebrated the new year with Emilie and Linnéa. It was a lot of fun and a lot of not so very appropriate topics in the little circle of three. Though, among us there is no such thing as bad topics, nor bad manners. 

Well, that celebration went on until 3 am, where I three hours later had to go up and go to work. 

New Years Eve 2012. Work work work and then I had some me time before heading over to my friend's party. It was alright, though I harld knew anyone, and the people there were, in my oppinion, a bunch of brats. But that might just be me being to quick to judge. But as the night went on I did think I was proven right when a fight broke out and people just didn't realize that the party was officially over. 

So around 4 am I went to bed, where 2,5 hours later I had to go to work again. 

And man that was a heavy day. No time to sit down or think. And a lot of phone calls and planning. So by the end of that day I was knackered. And when I came to Emilie's place I just couldn't really stay awake, though I wasn't really sleeping. I ended up in a weird place inbetween, but only very briefly. 

I managed to get her to come with me to my mother's where we ended up sitting by the kitchen table playing games. She left at 2 am and at 3 am I managed to get myself to bed, now not so tired, but oh so in need of a rest. 

So in almost three days I slept just about 7-8 hours. 

I managed to wake up to go into town to train with Fabian. And man did I push myself quite hard. I bench pressed 43 kg. I think that's pretty good, 3/4 of my own weight.

Went back home, finished packing my bags, said good bye to my mum and my brother and headed for my dad's. 

A quiet evening with loads of love from the dogs. The highlight was when my stepmom killed a rat that was lurking in the trash. She slammed it agaist the marble floor about ten times, before stomping on it about twelve times, before squeezing it's still warm body with her fingers... just to make sure it was dead. And then a little mor slamming, and then out in the cold. 

I was mortified yet amused at the same time. The dogs were just scared I think. 

Then we have yesterday, the day when it was finally time for me to go back home. I almost didn't make it to the second plane, and then I was told my bags may not have made it. But all was good in the end. And of course I rushed to the gym first thing after half unpacking my bags. 

Today I did a good amount of studying, training and cooking loads of food. And I ended up watching "Finding Neverland". Crying, like a boss.