back@home

sweden welcomed me with incredibly strange weather. first a lovely sunrise in the harbour in stockholm. then a really scary wall of dark clouds and raindrops big as baseballs. "like a big, wet kiss on the windshield" were the words my grandfather used to describe them. oh, btw. my grandfather is one of the most adventurous (read: dangerous) drivers i know. accelerating like crazy just to get past a truck and almost crashing into another car. and hitting the brakes so furiously that i hurt my knee when i was thrown against the seat (after i was thrown down from the seat numerous times i learned not to lie napping in the backseat without any safety-belts on)
back in my apartment i also managed to drop my xbox on my foot and got a nice purple-coloured bruise.
but i'm not complaining. i still managed to dance like a mentally challenged freak the whole night at the back2school party and met sooo many classmates etc.
it's good to be home

sunrise

not so much sun