01.02.09

In Scotland I didn’t drive a car once, and I did sit in one about ten times in total. Since I got back home I have been driving more per day, than I have been sleeping.

My car is my home, best friend and life.

Sometimes I sleepover at my friends in Hämeenlinna.
Sometimes I sleepover at my grandmothers place.
Then again, I drive.

I go to school and try to do my best.
Then again, I drive.

I dream a lot. All the time. Mostly when I’m driving. Luckily I have a friend whit me all the time. My sweet little horsey. She’s still without a name, that’s sad; I need to figure out a name. A perfect name.

This is allso something that makes me happy, in these desperate times:
http://plasticanimaladay.typepad.com/