Feels like butterflies in your tommy, dying over and over again, live over and over again..

Hello out there
I'm sorry, I'm a horrible blogger. :) But now after a long time, finally a post again:

Well, a week or two ago, we had our first english houseparty. It was dramatic. It was brilliant. At this point I better shut up. In the morning, I managed it to wake up before 9 o'clock, just to sit on the computer, nearly dying inside, waiting for the countdown. The countdown of Glastonbury ticket sale. The ticket to the probably most important thing in my life. ''Please wait, you are in the queue now''. Aha? But I really tried it at exactly 9 o'clock. I thought it HAS to work! But after 2 hours, I'd lost my hope.

However, we were in the living room, watching DVD and Matt shouts suddenly: ''Annika? Annika, I think you're through!''

I couldn't believe it. I made it. I HAVE A GLASTONBURY TICKET. awwwww best day of my life!

If there wouldn't be a massive problem: Nobody else had got a ticket.

Butterflies live, butterflies die.

 We'll try to get some in the 2nd sale, I'll try to get around 15 people to get a ticket, one of us has to come through, hopefully. Otherwise I'll sneak out of the house and go by my own. :) If you're concenred about me: Search some people who go to Glasto as well! :) Cheers!

Well, Beka and I went home after this fabulous party.

And England loved us.

Rain, rain, rain. It rained the whole time. We were wet, and the worst of all, my kebab was wet! I was so glad, finally in my room back again. Awwwww. I love wee china pigs! ;)

yeah...hmm,..

xD

Fruther, I had a photoshoot with Marianne last monday. She asked two indie guys if they would be model. Aw and they said yes :)

It was really good, the pictures will be uploaded in a dew weeks, I need them for my photography work..

cheers. xxx