So, I realise I haven't posted a journal since May and that it's been even longer since I've submitted a deviation. I'm sorry...

Summer's been both busy and not, depending how you look at it... Since I couldn't get ahold of a job (damn you economic situation

) I've been staying with my parents, who live on a farm. So I've been helping them quite a lot, mostly with chores and tending the garden, since I'm no big fan of manual labour. But there were of course some other things, like hay harvest in June and that kinda stuff... Had it just been those, then I would have had time to write, however...
Well, my grandfather passed away in June, and that kinda put me on hold with writing fanfiction. I did however write some things, more or less related to that, and I did try writing poetry (and failed), but I'm not sure whether I'll post any of that stuff here... Anyhow, because of him passing away, my granma's moving and they have this huuuuge house so we have been helping her to clean and stuff, i.e. throw away all the junk they had managed to gather through the years.
On a happier note, I've met up with some old friends of mine and we even had a little reunion with our class from junior high... And that was... Let's say interesting.

But now I'm back in town and the term at the university has started. So now I'll probably write more. Since I for some dumb reason always want to write the most when I have no time...

I also have some new ideas for fanfics and I'll try and work with my current story too.
So, I really should stop here since I'm supposed to be studying. We already have lots of work, especially since we've only had one lecture yet... Sadly, none of it is very interesting.
EDITI f**king burned my hand while cooking. It was two hours ago and it still hurts like hell. The only thing that stops it from hurting is ice, but I can't really have my hand on ice when I go to bed. .__.
And I'm a bit irritated with my roommate for not caring. When I got burned I cursed a bit and told her I'd burned myself, but at that time I didn't think it was so bad, so I understand if she didn't think much about it. By the time I was finishing cooking I had a plastic bag with an icecube wrapped around it, she didn't notice. While eating I could barely hold my knife and had to go up and change the ice once. She didn't really show that she cared and after dinner she just sat down with her computer and let me clear the table. Even though I was complaining and obviously in pain she chose to freakin twitter instead of help me. >__<
This kinda pissed me of since I'm always very considerate towards her and I almost never complain about this kind of stuff, since I'm rather tolerant when it comes to pain. Unlike her who complain over the smallest things and thinks she should call the doctor all the time.
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Sorry for the rant, but I had to get it out of my system...