So. It's bit sad, having had this account for a couple of years, but I've moved. Mostly due to the ridiculous name this account has... God, I wince every time I look at it. So, YES, I know. It's lousy, shut up now. Anyway, I'll still keep this account up, though I probabely won't use it very much.

New account is
No avatar yet. Feel free to make one for me, blahblah.

Aaaanyway, that's about it. Apart from some journalish stuff.

I don't think I can keep up with all the homework we get... I think a lot about changing school or something, but dad'd kill me if I did so. I miss my furball. I want a new pet, it's so empty here... Like a rat or something small, but for some reason dad won't let me. I don't understand why - his reason is that he doesn't want the responsibility of a new pet and all. But, I mean, I was capable of taking care of a rat nearly all by myself when I was eleven. Maybe, just MAYBE I could do it again - being only seventeen and all... Gah. I need some cuddly fur.

Macaroni and cheese is underestimated, by the way. Yum.
I miss not feeling tired all the time. Can't remember when that last was... And I miss my far far faaar away friends, Inger, Connie, Maria, Stine Lise. Shempeglad i dere. Og takk til alle som smiler til meg på skolen. Det er fint å bli satt pris på og sånt der.

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