To my brothers...

Hi, today it's the swedish national day. But that's not why I am writing. I've realized how selfish this blogg has been and therefore I feel like writing about someone else for a change.

This is to my brothers - although one of them barely can read swedish (he'll start school this year)

Although we argument - I mean fight - a lot. Although I call you idiot and dumbass we are still family. Although you annoy me more than anyone on earth (ok, that's not really true, L and D knows what I'm talking about and about everyone in year 9 in my school...) Jo, when I tell teachers in our school that you're my brother they look at me with the are-you-kidding-look. When your English teacher dropped in at a meating (where we ate pizza - he can find people eating very fast..) he sat down next to me and I said that I'm your older sister (it was less than a month ago and by then I thought everyone knew) he said: Oh, seriously?!
So, we are not alike. Our interests are worlds apart. (I'm into hot guys, linkin park-and-the fray-music, hanging with my friends, talking in the phone for hours, and studying, Both of you are into TV-games, action - Indiana Jones, James Bond and Clint Eastwood, and stuff like that and Jo has not much for homework)

We are not the same and we fight almost all the time. Although...

I love you

your loving and caring older sister
Frida

Sorry

I'll use Janice's (from Friends) words: Oh my God!

It has been such a long time since I wrote!!! I've been to Gotland on classtrip and tomorrow I have my prom. In a week I finnish school, to put it short - I'm happy!

Saw House the day before yesterday and cried to it for about 30 minutes - soooo sad!!!

I'm sorry but I'm babysitting my little brother right now s I have to go.. I'll write more soon!

C U
Frida