Sunday, bloody Sunday.

I woke up to a phonecall from my man at 6-something, saying the landlords had locked themselves in our apt. back home with a note to leave by the end of the month as they were selling the house. As if it wasn't freaky enough that they just enter our home without notifying us, they also decided that a good time for us to move is when we are both abroad, as he was leaving this evning to come and see me. Since someone didn't fix the contract, they are free to do so. So. No concentrating on my test today for me. I had to call the woman in Denmark who is the actual owner and sort things out. I bought us another 15 days, which means he'll have a week to get everything done when he gets back home, and barely avoided having to cancel his ticket. We were planning to move the next month anyways, but the thought of those crazy bastards having keys to the place where all the things i have left from my father and his side of the family resides, aswell as my pets and all my personal belongings are is not very comforting, espessially when they're that unstable. Ulcertriggering!

So i get myself to uni and somehow make it trough the day without eating at all. I did have alot of coffee and fags though, and didn't completely fail my test. Afterwords Elin and i went to Heliopolis to shop for our flat, and spent a good amount of ginehs on nothing lifesaving. By the end we were both so hungry we nearly threw up in the restaurant.

I got back home and found out that he is actually on his way. I am almost starting to belive it. However, his plane is several hours late, so there is still a chanse things might bleep up. I am nauseus and in no state to do homework.

June: Gratulerer med dagen snuppa. Stooor jente.