Half a year is no two hours

I don't want to give up yet. It's only half past twelve, I've still got 4 hours until I should really get up. There's no going back. If you decide to stay up, you stay up or sleep two healthy hours and wake up feeling like ...a flower in bloom. Yes, very nice, but I hate feeling like a flower, so instead I'll type an opening to my blog that I've been promising people I'll start updating again.

Truth is, I know nothing about writing no more (Meaning: I never did, and I still don't know, how to be interesting). I'm also feeling lazy like never before. Imagine a sloth mating with an obese cat, I'm the outcome. Shocker.

Topi says ''moi''. He's trying to stay up too, but he's also drinking, so it can only count as partying at home, and that's lame (minus 5 on teh awesometer). He also keeps talking on and on about the temperature of this flat and how people can't be productive if it's too cold. Maybe that's the reason I'm repeating his thoughts instead of coming up with something original, funny and interesting.

Okay let's get to the point. In five hours I'll be on my way to Recife in Brazil. Together with my somethingfriend Niklas, I'll be roaming around South America for half a year. You can read the censored version of our trip here when ever I have the chance to write, but those interested in the truth must turn on the news and wait for it..
The trip will be soo awesome, scary and blaablaa, oh what a crazy time we're going to have etc.

I give up.