All work and no play

I'm not usually gnällig. I'ts such an ugly word. But these days, I allow myself to be. What good is the sun if you're sitting inside a library, studying about yet another conflict, or if you're supposed to be ledig but working instead, serving the ones who are lediga? I hate everyone who's not working. I hate the ones with normal 9-17 hours, who gets their weekends off. I hate everyone showing off their tan, cause all I have is a red nouse. I hate my parents who call me at 9.00 in the morning on a Saturday and say: "Ah, working? Ok, but we'll talk to you later. Not tonight cause we're going to the theater". I hate the fact that I'm never free. Is this the blossom of my youth? Is this what I will look back on and say: "Ah yes, those were the days, I remember them like yesterday. I ususally sat on the same spot in the library every day but then came weekends and I went to work. But every now and then, like one day every two or three weeks I got a day off so I could do my laundry and clean. Yes, those were the days".

Those days, when the ones wich are not study-days, are work- days, I take pleasure in the strangest things. I like the fact that I am sitting at Gäddan one monday until 23.45 and hand in my paper by midnight. I like getting out of school and everything is not illuminated but dark and I like biking over the bridge looking out over the sea on my way from campus. I like leaving school at that hour because it is my one chance to feel wild and crazy.