Misery and girls with their hair on fire

So this is for an international audience that is currently very small. I think this wonderful blog has had perhaps one visitor and that is me.

But anyways. The purpose is still to whine and bitch about what ever is on my mind.

Today swedish girls put candles on their heads, walk around in nightgowns and sing songs about darkness and a guy named Staffan. I like the buns though. Really good and yummy ones with raisins in them.

Need to get some of my homework done. Trying to make a game with a graphical interface and have no clue about where to begin.

But sitting here writing shite is probably not the right end.

So tudiluuu.

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