Sunny outrage!

First of all, why in the world can anyone hunker down their buttocks on uncomfortable chairs in stuffy asbestos-covered shitholes like Sophus Bugges on a day like this? Is it the incessant clickety-clack of the girl in high heels going outside ta talk on the phone every twenty minutes or perhaps the feel of other people stress-levels reaching that of cold-sweats and frantic note-deciphering too?

I slept in, had a nice breakfast, realized it was already 11 o'clock and that there was no chance in hell I would be able to find a seat at Blindern; but instead of freaking out, I just packed my backpack full of fruit, a thermos and some sandwiches and went a-wanderin' with my head held high and a backpack stuffet with curriculum. It was awesome! It was Kubaparken! I was in the sun, laying down on my blanket with the smell of newly mowed grass intoxicating my nostrils with sneezy joy.

Not even the communist jibberish of Jean-Luc Nancy could get me down. Every time during his text that I felt like burning the book and hunting down him and his family for wasting my time so arrogantly, I just turned around on my planket, felt the warm sun on my face and closed my eyes for a few minutes. The sun drained my hatred and filled it with contentment.

The only downer of the day was right before I left, when a party-swede couple laid down quite close to me and fell asleep with ENERGY radio station blaring from their phone/speaker. (Rhiannas new song sucks...)

But now my cheeks are glowing pink and evermore freckly and have actually read something pertaining to my exam for once. Hopefully I will not have to set foot in any of those baltic airport looking libraries before exams, if the weather holds up!

Hare Krishna

Ice flow, nowhere to go?

I'm little Johnny frostbite, but I'm about to do the only thing to escape the freeze: Go to Australia and Singapore! Five weeks of unlimited bliss. Owl-boy even got me a ticket to see The Go! Team. I do however have to get rid of my fear of babies to do my auntly duties in Australia. I tried watching cute baby-videos on youtube, but that just freaked me out and made me feel like a child-stalking pedophile. I'm not confident, but hopeful that I will end up the official living baby monitor for the red-headed bundle of joy and not be afraid to touch her little babyness. It will be green, warm and I will be scantly clothed!






My flight leaves at 0630AM tomorrow morning; wish me luck and a steady airplane with a sober pilot! And wish me the sun!



Hare Krishna