So, I'm entering the very last week of school tomorrow. Not much school taking place, however, but that's beside the point. Anyway, graduation is howering above my head like a smileyfaced rain cloud with added dread. I mean, I've gone to school for the last fourteen (14) years! Had this been work life, I'd be vice president by now, or at least very miffed at the promotion that somehow got lost around the corner of year 10 and 11. And now it's going to end? just like that? I don't even know how to pay my taxes!

For you people who are not familiar with this rite of passage know as Studenten, I shall offer a short explination.

In africa, amazonas or some other country beginning with an A, you get to stand on a pole for a week, wrestle with lions, cobras and zebras and maybe even erect a zombie or two (if your religion is of the totally awesome kind) before being accepted into the utterly boring world of the adults.

In Sweden... well, basically, you drink yourself shitfaced, sloshed, out of your mind (and body) drunk for a whole week. If your liver is still some what operating within normal parameters and you're not suffering from excessive drooling, then you're good to go!

This week of inbred, teenage stupidity is indeed infront of me. As my class is of the Art kind, we will of course not get drunk every day, that's for the poor fools over at Social. No, we will have orgies instead. At least on wednesday

Prom is on tuesday, which will probably be of the nice but a little lame-kind. Mom is more excited over it than me. But I get to wear a corsette and overkill high heels in public, so I don't really mind. Also, she's paying for all but the ticket (as a graduation present) so I'm not complaining. Can you say spoiled? Yes, yes you can. ;D
I'll be about two inches taller then my consort, which is un-conservative enough to be cool ;3

I'll post some pictures later, if anyone else then my lovely wish to see my black and limegreen getup ^^

I'm actually wearing my corsette right this moment, it's just as constrictingly uncomfortable as it should be. Yes, I do enjoy the feeling of having my ribs crossed at the waist as well as having my boobs balancing on top of my collarbone. Also, it looks absolutley steaksauce to my babyblue PJ pants ;D

Well, I'm off to read my deliciously plotty Batman fanfic (violent gen, which is a shocker on my part, at least the gen part ). I found myself drawn to the fandom like a piece of lego to Robins Attraction Suit as I played LEGO Batman on the Xbox 360. Especially after I realised how awesome Nightwing is ;3
Been playing it like a madwoman for two days, I see jumping lego pieces when I close my eyes, which is weird but kind of cool.