...And in the end everything worked out. The end.
Hm? 'kay, let me start again.
So I finally got a job! I'll be delivering mail in some outside district of Heerenveen... the phone lady was surprised I knew about it. While this means I'll have to get busy, it also means I won't have to go to Sweden this year... Actually my family left two days ago.
It's kind of sad that the only jobs for us 19-year olds do not require any skill at all. It's too bad my application at the library was rejected and too many people applied at the university... At least I'll be doing something there. But alas, I'll be stuck with mail. At least it's better than flipping cheese. And it's outside.
So, about being all alone here. It's... kind of fun. I get to decide everything myself and don't get interrupted by less important things like dinner, since I'm timing that myself now. Great. Also I can play the piano without being shhh'd at because someone wants to watch le tour de france.
I'll have to whip up my own food now, though. If anyone's got some cool recipes, lemme know!
Quote: "Pachelbel's always following me!" -Rob Paravonian, comedian.