My butt is turning blue :(

I am probably one of the most clumsy people walking on this planet. So when I was done with my 5 minute talk with le boyfriend, and I was gonna put the laptop in the livingroom.. Then I decided to just sail down the stairs from the 2'nd floor on my ass. AND I banged my head on the bottom steps. I could not grab anything to stop my fall either cause I was holding my parent's laptop and I didn't wanna break it. Never have the stairs from my room felt longer. But I am sure it must have looked totally ridiculous :p   If I was someone else I would probably have laughed my ass off, cause I am that nice ;P  CLUMSY SMURF KAREN

And I talked with Halil a little on the phone as well, he was working but we talked about 20 minutes. He still won't tell me his surprise so I guess we are both quite subborn :P  But I won't hazzle him about it anymore. It was nice to talk to him again, I feel like it is so long since we talked.. And it kind of is, it is over 1 week since we had a LONG conversation! That's terrible for me. And for him too evidently.  He said he thinks we will have fun this winter and I believe that too. I don't think we will be swimming in rainbows and roses, we will for sure have arguments as well. But I honestly think that we will have a really great 3 months together. Get to know each other better outside of Alanya-season. We had 3 1/2 days in Gaziantep but it was not enough.  So I am looking very much forward to this winter :) 


Well, the quality time I was gonna spend with my depression? I had to cancel.  Not the right time for self-pitty and comfort eating right now ;-)   




So my mom had her birthday yesterday, but she got sick. I feel so sorry for her, she was really happy that all of her daughters were home, then she got a stomach flu and have been throwing up all yesterday and all day, THAT sucks.  I hope I don't get sick now too but que sera sera.  I love my sick mom <3 :)




I have already started to pack. I REALLY don't know what's happening to me. I am starting to pack like 2 days before I leave normally. And I absolutely never count days!  Now I am packing 5 1/2 weeks before takeoff, and not only am I counting DAYS... I am counting hours! And I am not crying cause I miss him, I am smiling cause I will see him soon. I am even planning what to wear, how to put my make up, how my hair will be. And this is all new to Ms.Hobby-pessimist.