I haven't written for a long time. I was planning to many times but it just didn't come to it. But today I will write. What I've been doing lately is fairly uninteresting, just some concerts and tests and amusement parks and, wait, amusement park is worth mentioning.

Ok I'll start of with that then. We went to this park called Tusenfryd some time ago, me, Nikoniko, Goldie and some other friends of mine. Most of the day was regular fun so I'll skip that. What I wish to talk about is the significant thing that took place. Significant for me at least as I have a great fear of heights. I took this attraction called "Sky Coaster". It's mainly just a giant swing where you get pulled about 40 metres or so up in the air, attatched to a cable, and then dropped so that you swing. I believe this signifies a great change in me, if I could do this, maybe I can overcome some of my other fears. As a final comment: It was so totally worth the 200 kroners I had to pay extra!

Back to topic, or rather the reason why I write today. Sure it is partly because Goldie poked me and told me to write again, but I wouldn't have written if I had nothing to write about. I wanted to tell you about a ring of mine, a gold ring that means a lot to me. The reason why it means so much is a bit sad though. The ring was given to me upon my confirmation, an act I by the way undid a couple of years later. It was given to me by my parents and I loved it. I started using it every day. A year later or so, as my father died, it came to mean even more as I saw upon it as sort of a last piece of him, an impression that has strengthened as the years have passed. Then this fall I did something stupid. I have asked myself why many times lately. I lent my ring to my girlfriend as a token of trust and dedication. I felt that I would do anything to make her trust me and trust that I was faithfull. Whether or not it was love is a matter I will not indulge upon at this moment but something drove me to do just that. Spring came and she found that she wanted someone other than me, however the ring was still in her care. For months I asked and pleaded for her to remember to give my ring back to me. Today it was returned to me and I must say that I feel happier than ever to see it again. Never again shall it leave my finger. And never have it meant so much to me. The left hand is closest to the heart, my ringfinger will forever take care of a golden band.

I wish I could see what the different paths of life holds for me, I am at a sort of crossroad and wish I could see how to procceed. Meh, guess I'll just cover myself in work and see if anything has changed when I'm done.