the thing with happiness is...... that its boring.

its ben a while. i feel like shitt, i know that i say so all the time, but now, i really really do. havent even ben out for two days.
my friend from sweden is leaving today. she is at some kind of afterparty now, just called her and it sounded like pretty something. with the guys that i used to afterparty with. and im in my bed.

this tuesday i went to that ten-years-older-then-me-guy again. we were all sober and we didnt take any drugs at all, that felt very strange. but i know that it was the last time i was there, tho. had that feeling. that is a bit sad, cus i liked him so much as a friend, he was the most fun person to be with. jsut not more then that..
wednesday was all good with lots of partying and a bit shopping and sightsing. (my gud i sound like im.. 40. sightsing?) and then thursday was supergreat. spended the day with watching stoned, the movie about brian jones in rolling stones. really good. and fun. then we went to Qs house for dinner, my goal was to be drunk before eight a clock, by seven a clock i fell down from the kitchen chair. we went to catch, met some people from the weekend, met som new people and just had a good time. met this photagrapher and we went back to his place. he had ben taking some mazing pictures that he showed me. we smoked a lot of weed and talked about life naked in his bed. such a good night. i was slightly dying the day after, tho.