What a boring piece of a (censored)

I like to read. I don't read too often, due to a lack of interest in starting a project like reading. However, the reason why I like to read is simple and common: It's a great way to loosen up and let your thoughts rest, diving in the world of font and paper. Bad books are no fun though. You can recognize a bad book from the toughness of reading it. If you feel like it's forced, you shouldn't feel obliged to continue. But don't be fooled by boring books! Boring books have their upsides: If the start and ending are good, you might be happy to have scrolled through all those pages. And in the end, the ending truly matters. A good ending is the crown jewel.

The four last weeks of my life truly have been book worthy. It's not like I'm going to start writing an autobiography, blogging is as far as I will go with it, but if you can say something about those pre-mentioned weeks, I would call them dreamy. What I'm trying to say is, that these weeks have been something out of the ordinary. So much has happened and in a totally different setting as my usual life. No parents, home alone and somehow I've managed to slave myself a (censored) of my own. I had friends around most of the time and felt almost complete control over my actions. Polar bear partying, late nights chatting with friends, cuddling my (pillow) and getting meals cooked for me by my (slave). All was fine, all was different.

Like books, even my flash of independent life had to come to an end. My mother returned from her trip to New Zealand, which ended the late nights with friends. Although it's nice to have her around, it has also brought me back to the old lifestyle of sharing the house. So no more late visits from friends or messing up the house. The more apparent step back to basics went in action last Sunday. Around midnight that day, my (slave) left to Laos for three weeks. It's not like he's staying there for ever, but it's the absence that makes me realize, my life is almost the same now as before my mother left: family life with no (slave).

Time for the problemo of this long blog: What the heck did I do and how the heck did I spend my time four weeks ago? I've been finding it difficult to figure out what to do after school simply because I can't remember what I used to do. I have more time for friends and interests, which is good, but somehow I feel very lonely and sad anyway. It has only been two days, so maybe it will come back to me, but ideas are very, very welcome. Any ideas involving splurging money, can not, however, be accepted.

Well, that's that for now. Oh, and P.s. I have now managed to climb some negative walls in wall-climbing, so that's one step closer to fulfilling my dreams. Maybe some day I will go to Laos and climb rocks, leave the slave home to hug his pillows. And I won't stay just for three weeks! Now there's an ending.