Guess what? I have internet!
I'm still in Gotland thought (Visby, to be more specific) We're renting a terrace house-thingy. It's actually a very nice little house. Thought it look EX-ACT-LY the same as all the others (I'm not really used to that .-.) Everything inside this house is all perfec-ish. You can see your reflection in the tables, everything's clean and not a thing is at the wrong place... It sorta scare me in one way... but I like it in another
One thing that I don't like at all (no, I like it when the nextdoor's start to play guitar an sing) is that you allways hear what's going on nextdoor. I guess an ol' redneck like mah self aren't used to all these fancy city things But seriously thought, it's bothering me .-.
Oh well. I won't be able to upload any pics 'till I get home. The internet here is from wire (not sure how to say that in english) so I can't use my trusty laptop.
Oh well (again) Before Visby, we lived in a small cottage in the midle of nowhere (I'd been enjoying it. If it wasn't for the fact, that it's crowded like hell in nowhere) The day before yesterday (I think) I got lost on my way back from the beach. It was my first time there. I had a hard time finding my way there in the first place (I don't really like the sea) When I say "lost", I really mean lost. I was walking around for two hours! There where so many roads, tramps. crossroads and I can't name it all. I didn't even have my cellphone with me, so I couldn't call my family (It woulsn't really matter anyway. I had the key to the cottage, so my parents didn't have their's either).
I started to panic, 'cause it was hot like hell and I was afraid of geting a sunstroke ( I ate some wild strawberrys by the road, just to get some whater)
I was trying to find my way back to the beach (which was as hopeless as finding the cottage) when I heard some kids shouting (first I thought/hoped that it was my brothers) They rided by on their bikes, just a few metersaway from me and so, I found a road I knew and from there, I found the cottage and my dad and brother. (mom and my other bro where of looking for me)
My feet hurted like hell and where black from dirt. My legs felt like spageti and I felt sorta like a dry sea animal, but I was alive.
After drinking and eating, I did what all kids would have done. I sat down... and watched tv.
The End

So. Now you're updated on my "exciting" life. See you soon -Q