Every Saturday I call Martin to talk and we always have a really nice time together talking and sharing stuff but I often feel really sad when get off the phone like I want to be there and share all that stuf with him and all my friends there.

God I can’t wait til he is here. It is coming on six months now, it is way too long adn the stupid embasy won’t even let me call them to ask how it is all going. Bastards.

Enough of that though I am sick of hearing it myself and mum wants to put a bookshelf in my room. I do really need it as there is still all this stuff on the floor that needs a place to go, and well I think my room is the best but it is not very big but I wonder how mothers always mange to pick a time when you are doing the most important things in life to want to do things like that. I mean blogging and chatting on msn it does not get more important than that.

I must say while we are on the subject though that msn is the greatest thing. So much easier than emails and it really feels like talking. Can you believe I ma saying this. Yay I think I have entered the 21st century.