Life of a workaholic is kind of hard. Sucks to be me, ey;) (but I'm loving every second of it, to be honest). Otherwise, everything is as good as always. My Finnish people and a Canadian just left today after they had been here from last Saturday. It was really cool having them here, but it sucked because I got sick and I had work almost every day... So I couldn't hang out with them nor be a proper hostess. I don't get it - I haven't been sick throughout the whole school year, and now, in the summer, I manage to catch a friggin cold:S. Makes no sense whatsoever..
Kristin and all the other exchange-niggas are back (the European ones) now. I was so happy to see Kristin I cried. I love the tears of joy. It's something undescribably beautiful, and relieving, in a way. It's a really cosy and warm feeling to have someone back you've missed for so long. But it feels like she wouldv'e been here all the time. I guess the country or the continent doesn't really make any difference, when the friendship is true and big and strong. Exactly the same with Piret coming back from Chile.. It was like a long-ass trip, not a year abroad.
I so love my friends<3.>
And oh:D, my voice is so darn husky right now, it's not even funny. Well, in fact it is, but it's not too cool for me. I sound like a friggin whore from behind the train station.. Mwhaha. (to be read with a hoarse tone)
I can't believe Iiro, Karl, Pete and Ragnar are gonna be eurotripping for a whole month! I'm gonna miss them and I'm also so jealous. A whole month in Europe. Freedom. Time of their lives. Lucky muffins.
But jeesh, sleep now very, very important, as I have work tomorrow again. Quite early.
Booyah!
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