Been a while since I updated, and although only a few people read these things I know that those few appreciate knowing what's going on. >_>

Anyway, ze new school, ja? Iz goot, iz goot. In fact, I love it. It's not as special to me as Eksjö was and still is, but it's a great place, with nice people and interesting classes. Although, last Friday I finally found the art teacher and he told me that the art room isn't open unless there's a class in there. Which sucks. I nearly cried. I'd looked so much forward to playing with the stuff in their art room, and last year when I visited, it was open. But of course, some people, whether they're taking aesthetics or not, CANNOT respect school (artroom) property. Be it chairs or brushes, they gotta ruin it for others. So since some little asswipe (pardon) couldn't learn to clean his brushes after using them, now I'm not allowed to do any free art projects during breaks. And I have a lot of breaks. Long ones. During which I sit around and read, or sometimes I sleep in the back of the classroom in the fluffy little yellow sofa. >_> Which isn't exactly torture, but I'd rather occupy myself with something slightly more productive.
Ah, but either way... of course it's still great to be there. I find myself looking forward to every school day. Okay, when I wake up in the morning I don't exactly feel like getting up and catching the bus immediately, but when I'm AWAKE I look forward to it. ^^ It doesn't hurt either that the school is in Linköing, which, especially compared to where I've previously lived, is actually a city. Not a town, not a village, not a patch of houses on the countryside, but a city. With like, shops and streets and big... statue... things. : D And the school is smack in the middle of the pie, so after school I take my sweet time strolling around just... looking at stuff. I find myself influenced by the new environment. For better or worse, I suppose; I feel more comfortable around people, I'm not bothered quite as much by people looking at me or staring me down when we meet on the street, and I'm developing a growing interest in, well, looking at other people. Not as in staring or analyzing, or judging, but just people-watching. Making up little stories and generally wondering where they're going and where they've been. I'm less nervous. But I'm also developing a growing urge to, well, buy things. Passing time looking at things in stores, trying things on and scrolling through shelves, easily and quickly might turn into staring longingly at something you can't have, wrinkling your brow over a pricetag carrying unwanted news, and not wanting to put something back on the hanger. Lucky I have such an amazing self-discipline.
Yeah right.
At the same time as I'm loving my new school environments, it's still pretty, well, different. Different in a good way, in an amusing way, but also different in a simply quite strange way.
One of the best examples might be the Eurythmia class. I vividly explained and illustrated to my mom, my sister and Patrik what we've so far been taught in Eurythmia class, and it wasn't long until they were all laughing hysterically.
You feel pretty silly doing those exercises. It's all very new age, and very odd. Normally I like new age, and odd, but this is just ridiculous. But whether I think it's bollocks or not, it gives us all a good laugh. ^^ And the teacher is very nice.
Actually most teachers are very nice, in different ways of course.
And my class is huge. In Eksjö we were, what, 15? 16? Well now we're 32, counting me.
It's hard to get used to explaining things so many times over and over because everyone doesn't hear what you say the first time. I think I've told about ten different people now that I don't have to take Swedish A because I've already done it. And two weeks into school people were still randomly sitting down next to me to ask my name again.
Another reason to why I'm doing so well at the moment might be the meds of course, and the fact that I finally shaved my hair off. Most people already know this, and have seen it. It's strangely liberating in a way, and I'm much more efficient. Not only that but I'm also seeing myself in a new way, which has raised my confidence even more. Besides, with an odd haircut, I can dress as eccentric as I like! Mom calls it "typete", which is an absolutely fabulous norweigan word. It's very useful. It's like a cross between weird, eccentric and cool.