Now it is September. That is totally ko-ko. I mean the summer is over. Now my favourite season begins. I really do want to be a summer child who loves the beach, the sun, the time and all. I do like everything about the summer except one thing: you seem to have to be happy.Anyways, I had the best summer ever. Honestly I wouldn't change a bit (although my death-panic wasn't so nice). I throw a cake-party and invited my favourite girls over to my house and we talked, played games and ate so much cake so my mum was chocked that a bunch of teenage girls could eat so much. I worked which was and still is very fun. I love that it feels like I'm in an alternative universe when I work. Especially now when the school has started again. Italy was also so great! Everything was anitique, every house, every city. The Garda lake with thunder in the distance. Belluno, Trieste with football and coffee, the Dolomites, Venice, Verona and all of the other places we visited. Drinking real coffee standing up and ice cream that just melted. The warm sea and the sun the last days. Oh. Then I baby sat a puppy which was so cute and exhausting at the same time. The day after we packed our bags again and went to England. To London with shopping for six hours and then Cambridge Open Days. With the lunch at Pembroke, I have never ever been so nervous before. but I made it out alive, right? I love my god mother. She is one if the nicest persons in the entire world, for sure. I'm returning there the 16 of October. I'm longing. What happend after that? Well, I worked a little bit more and then I went down to Simrishamn to meet up with L and her boat. I went sailing with them for four-five days, that was lovely. And I was so tanned after that! Then I worked a few days, met friends that I wanted to meet and took it easy. 'Cause now it was time for my first festival. Yes, the festival I had been longing for the whole winter and spring. Emmabodafestivalen. Also a great experience. The camp we had was perfect, I met a lot of new friends and a few oldies and listened to great music, smoked, was up until 6 a.m. and was cool. But also cried, panicked and anger. It can't be picture perfect. Inspired of the whole festival experience I booked a Way out west-ticket when I got home. A festival where you don't have to sleep in a tent, can it get any better? Before that I went with E and her gang on the Culturefestival. Also very nice. But Way out west... WOW! For real, the La Roux concert was just amazing. Truly amazing. Then work the last days of summer and now I am a senior. Life is good. Although I wouldn't say no to some new clothes.
