Survival is exhausting

Whoa...it's all over. I graduated more or less in one piece. I did the whole dress-up-in-white-and-ride-around-on-the-back-of-a-truck-with-loud-music-and-banners (I wonder, is that a Swedish thing or do students do it in other countries too?), got grades I'm satisfied with, went to the ball (no dress though. Suit all the way, 'cause no way that I could dance in a dress *shakes head*) and then it was all over and I now have all the time in the world - at least until summer ends. Feels sort of bizzare. School's been part of my life since I was six, not counting daycare. Real life just turned way more real, scary.

Managed to get a job working at a strawberry plantation (or whatever you wish to call it) which means I've been getting up at 5.30 am = explanation for why I haven't posted in any of my RP-groups yet; I've been dead on my feet for three days now from working in the fields and getting up at hours that make my internal clock cry (it wants me to sleep until noon and be up to at least 2 am). But tomorrow shall be different! Tomorrow I have all the free time in the world and finally the energy to do something fun and computory! First I'll just sleep until noon, as my genes meant me to. Night!