I've graduated from highschool. Scary, surreal... I don't get it yet, I'm just stuck in a weird daze. It was a fun graduation at least. Sweden is darn good at graduation celebratng. Seriously, I started celebrating 08.30 friday morning and kept on celebrating until after 2 o'clock in the night. I would have kept partying, but I had stuff to do yesterday (celebrating my mum). It was awesome ^^ except for the morons who flipped my skirt, came a bit too close (hands of please...) and the bastard who kicked a homeless man, those people weren't exactly nice. Yet nothingg could deter my happiness. I'm still happy