BFF

My best friend Stephanie is coming over after school today to make lunch/dinner. Finally! She's probably the only person I haven't seen since I got back... two days ago. Haha

Let me just tell you guys how nice it is to sit in our living room, with MTV's punk'd on and just laugh my butt off to all these Celeb's getting messed with! It is also very nice to bust out some loud music on my computer in my very own bedroom. Gosh, it is crazy how soft my bed is after the rock hard Hale 3 beds. You can imagine huh?

What makes me super annoyed though is that my freaken blackberry won't work, and I had to get a new, swedish phonenumber. I also bought some code to unlock my blackberry, which I still haven't gotten.. $24 for a stupid code. Rip off. anyways, you want the number? just ask for it :)

I can't believe I didn't share the homecoming story with you guys either. So here's the thing. I arrive at the airport, on time and all, come out through the arrival hall and noone is there to pick me up. Turns out, that we were dropped off in the wrong terminal.. sigh. So I wait, for like 1 hour, walk over to the kiosk right across to buy a new phonecard and hope to be able to use my phone. But no sir, it wont cooperate, at all. I see one of my friends on a kickbike, she works at the airport, so I thought to myself that I can always go look for her if my family doesn't come.

So 1hour and 15 min later I start looking for her. But the airport is pretty big, and I start making my way over to the main terminal, where I should've been dropped off, but decide to go back in case my fam is making their way over. When I'm back I see my friend, walk up to the side off her check-in-people-desk-thingy and ske looks up for a sec, looks down then chocked lookes up again and pretty much screams "jacqueline!!" and lovingly calls me a retard for just standing there, and may I also add that she didn't know when I was coming home. So I borrow her phone and call my mom, who was super relieved that I found a way to call her. My mom and my sisters pretty much runs from terminal 5 to terminal 2 to meet me. Weird huh?

Stupid Brittish Airways that drops us off in the wrong terminal. Well well, no harm done. :) I could've just asked some taxidriver for a phone or something to call them.. But, I'd rather not. So glad Rakeb was working just at that time. God works in mysterious ways! hahah