Vacay!

What's happened since last? Well, it's almost been a month since my last post here, and honestly, nothing much has happened .. Except the change in weather, which drastically has changed my mood .. You know, in a good way.
And now I've spent most days of my really great easter holiday with my boyfriend. It's been sooo nice, and we've pretty much just relaxed and taken it easy. Just what we both needed, I think.

Tomorrow I'm off to France .. I should really be in school, but I'm taking a week off. I have mixed feelings about it. I know my absenceprocentage is going to sky-rocket, and I am supposed to give in several assignments. But on the other hand, it's going to be nice to go on holiday, and get some colour on my ever-so-pale skin .. Seriously, if I didn't wear clothes, I could probably use snow as camouflage right now. So now I'm going to come home looking a LOT more tan. Hopefully.

The same week I get home, I am going to a plastic surgeon .. To get my boobs done ..
Well, if it were up to me at least. But no, I'm actually going to get a cancerous-looking beautyspot removed from the side of my stomach. It's always been very small, and barely noticeable. But one morning I woke up, and it was double the size, black (it used to be lightbrown), and had bled. So I didn't want to take any chances, and went to the doctor, who is now sending me to the plactic surgeon. I'm really scared, cause I hate the thought of cutting into flesh, and blood and all those things. I'll probably faint at the sight of the scalpel .. That way at least I'll be blacked out during the operation.

It just hit me that I actually have a lot of packing to do yet .. I've packed pretty much all my clothes so far, but I've forgotten all kinds of important things, like iPod, tanning oil, makeup .. And it also hit me that I'm going to be flying tomorrow .. In an airplane .. At 36.000 feet. It's funny, cause every time I'm on an airplane, I pretty much accept and come to terms with the fact that I'm going to die. I'm THAT sure. And I always think of the things I would be missing out on, and things I wouldn't get to do. And yet - I always survive!! Actually, I mostly think of these things right before we land. That's the most crucial time, where there's always lots of turbulence. Think about it, it takes ONE little mistake from the pilot, and then you're dead. But tomorrow I'm going to try to think positive thougts! Cross fingers for me. And if I die - c'est la vie.

Katy