leaving St Andrews. Thus, one must listen to Elvis...
No particular reason. I love his music (at least the little I've heard)... and I'm to darn lazy to find a cheesy going away song ;) "leaving on a jet plane" just seemed to be a bit too obvious.
feels SO weired! Not at all like I'm going home. More like I'm going on a winter holiday... with some friends. This makes packing HELL! I hate packing for short trips, 2 weeks is short. And I realized some retard (aka me) only booked 15 kg.... darn.
Well!! Cleaning, laundry, birthday and röcksöc is still on the agenda before the shuttle picks me up at 2:40am! as we would say in the old country.. GÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖTT!!!!
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