Meander about in an unfamiliar city and show off my lovely bones in the sun. Wear white backless dresses, underwear be damned, boobs o-hoy!
(Photos: Lars Venner)
(Photo: Simen? I don't remember. Please tell me if you know)
It was a great party until the alcohol ran out, but there where some interesting characters there with coked up noses whom would touch you inappropriately and tell you the most random fun facts. An example being a women only slightly older than me whom, in a stiletto dance of fashionable hair flowing to the rhythm of the bass spewed by the celebrity DJ and with her long skirt and haut cuture face; while touching my trench coat said: "I'm so old that I remember this from the first time it was in."
All I could do was look back at the fashionable woman with a crooked smile and say "O.K" while secretely thinking, "who is this goddess of time? Has she seen the world of old Hollywood, where Audrey Hepburn stands in the rain in 1961, her trench coat soaked, waiting for her man?" or "is she slightly older than me and remembers seeing a trench coat of similar color in a early episode of Friends?
The strange womans fashionable superiority was lost on me either way and I could not love my coat more!
Sunday
It's the worst thing a person in a delicate state can do on a Sunday, be outdoors.
I was a barmaid for about 10-12 hours one night of the Norwegian music-festival By:Larm. During which I contemplated both suicide and homicide. People started off nice enough. Complimenting my fanny-pack and asking inane questions about drinkprices and directions to toilets. Information which they could have gotten on their own if they chose to use their eyes for other than sexual partner-detectors and as douche, plastic and useless eye-wear background.
Last but not least a Spanish-speaking gentlemen between the age of 50-60 years old, came to the bar and bought a beer. I made the mistake of smiling at him and therefore had him staring, winking and muttering Spanish at me for about twenty minutes.
An actual anti-atheism billboard in the US... I there fore pledge my allegiance to atheism and if God gives a shit I'll let that poster come true!Why don’t I believe in God? No, no no, why do YOU believe in God? Surely the burden of proof is on the believer. You started all this. If I came up to you and said, “Why don’t you believe I can fly?” You’d say, “Why would I?” I’d reply, “Because it’s a matter of faith.” If I then said, “Prove I can’t fly. Prove I can’t fly see, see, you can’t prove it can you?” You’d probably either walk away, call security or throw me out of the window and shout, ‘’F—ing fly then you lunatic.”
(reddit.com)
Please read the rest of his holiday message here.
After refusing to have anything to do with the University of Oslo all Christmas I didn't realize how long my vacation actually is until yesterday. My first class starts the 17th of January; how ridiculous is that? After torturing me with exams until less that a week from Christmas Eve they're now forcing me to do something stupid, first thing in the new year, with all this free time!
Whilst on the topic of stupidity, I, being an easily depressed and somewhat spontaneous reactionary person had the honor of watching myself, like a fly on the wall with no say in my own actions, step into the new year by being bitchy to my "diddle-buddy" our last moments together before he fucks off to conquer the Americas and forge for academic gold in the vast hills of California; and later that day I would buy a weekend trip to Barcelona out of the blue.
Granted the trip to Barcelona, with a certain blond bombshell, will be awesome, but I still feel like some intence therapy is in order, or at least some New Years Resolutions! (Especially after I managed to convince myself I actually looked like Hitler after dressing up like him on Halloween and ending up cutting my hair in yet another twelve-year old boy/nineties flat-chested chick from Baywatch sort of way in Bergen at the end of 2010; I'd show you a picture, but my current hair has been through both sleep and sex, so it is really not fit for viewing)
Resolutions
That's a start isn't it? I won't say anything about my reckless drinking and what inevitably goes with it because we are young and I refuse to take life too seriously at this stage!
Not to mention that since I'm no longer living in horrifying yet exquisite solitude, in a government owned silo, I now must overcome my hatred of other people and their habits and individual gross'ity.
As today when I, as the only un-hungover person (in the world probably), had to endure the smell of hungover men. I cannot elaborate on the unfathomable smell, because writing the words to describe it would make me vomit and reading them them would undoubtedly make you vomit especially in your, presumably, fragile state.
To escape the horrid smell of my disgusting roommates whom vomit in their rooms, climb in windows and bleed copiously while at it, I would have had to climb inside a large animal of some sort to keep warm.
Luckily I'll have to spend the next three-four days indoors in lukewarm libraries, if I can get up in the ungodly enough hour to get a seat at a Stalinesq desk and an uncomfortable and often broken chair in a leaky library called Sophus Bugge, writing to home-exams. 
Ah, what doesn't one do for a completely useless Bachelors degree?
So, let it snow, let it snow, let it FUCKING snow!
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