Fall Break Number 2

Ok. Here's the deal. I have decided to write more posts more often instead of not writing for a whole week and disappointing everyone who actually reads this. But the trade-off is this: my posts will be less interesting. Do you think I just sit around here doing interesting things all day? Most days I do some homework and check my email and eat dinner and take the subway. But some days, for example, I take a boat to Latvia. Or see an old man dressed in 3 different kinds of plaid on the subway (shirt, pants, socks - sorry I forgot to write about this) or I make soup or plan how to take over the world.

So in this boring post, I will speculate on what I might do tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.
I feel kind of inflexible, so tomorrow morning if I manage to wake up I should go to the pool and swim. It's good to swim before lunch, because then you are hungry enough to know what you want to eat for lunch. I hate not knowing what to eat, so this is a good idea.

Also tomorrow, perhaps I will buy some pants. The pants I own now are as follows: one pair baggy brown plaid pants, one pair new jeans that are a little too short :(, one pair nice black dress pants, one pair gray corduroy pants meant to be rolled up to knees, one pair dress brown pants, one pair black jeans with repaired rip but every time I wear them they fall down, and one pair of really old jeans that ripped when I tried to protect Tonton from an incoming attacking large dog. Actually this sounds like a lot of pants. But the ripped pants and the saggy pants and short pants are my only jeans. And everybody knows that jeans and pants are not quite the same thing. I am not sure if I can buy pants in Sweden, because ALL Swedish people have skinnier legs than I do, and why would they make pants for a population of large-legged people that doesn't exist?

Tomorrow I may also buy a train, bus or plane ticket to Malmö. It is difficult for me to make up my mind.

Oh! That reminds me; if I do buy a train, bus or plane ticket I must also buy some yarn and borrow some needles and call Mom to ask for the lace pattern I used to make her black scarf, because what else would be as much fun as knitting when I'm on a train for 5 hours? The answer is ping pong, but that is not an option as far as I know. Not when you buy tickets on standby.

So the day after tomorrow is still undecided. I may be wandering around Malmö completely lost, or I may be sleeping my break away right here in Stockholm.

WE SHALL SEE...