Hilarity Ensued

Today (well technically yesterday), Frank took the call of a marketing company who has been tormenting me since Friday (That is 5 freakin' days!). It was the best moments in this year so far.
What we heard from his side was something like this:

"Hello? Hello? Yes, hi.
Yes, I guess I do have time for that...
Do you have porn? I mean, do you have adult channels?
No? No adult channels?
I dunno, I don't think so, I just found this phone...
Well... OK. Bye."

I know I must have misquoted so so very much, but oh my god. It happened.
I wish oh, I wish it had been recorded.
Carina and I were standing by him HOWLING with laughter. He must have suspected something... The guy at the other end, I mean.
When I asked how Frank managed to be so calm and not laugh too, he just said "I've been dealing with telephone salesmen for a long time...."

It happened.

Easter holiday

I love the Easter. Being at Okse and just chillin'. With an easter egg filled with sweets.
Yum yum.
I haven't got a lot to say, but will let the pictures speak for themselves.

View from "Oksetoppen".

Hard-boiled easter eggs at the 'top. Made yellow by leaves. Was really nice. Got grandma, her three siblings and their spouses, mum and dad, two of dad's cousins and spouses and CHILDREN... My two uncles, and my cousins... So we were a good few. Eating hard-boiled eggs... At 10 o'clock at Oksetoppen.. Thinkin' 'bout makin' that a tradition! :D

View from Oksetoppen

Where we used to sit and eat crabs then jump in the sea and wash it off after.

"Skjæret", they used to clear off all the seaweed so we could swim over and sit there without having to worry about jelly fish. I quite liked that.

"Bukta", where we found loads of driftwood and.. other stuff.. Like messages in a bottle and stuff.

Used to run really really fast back and forth here. Good times.

Okse!

Easter egg filled with goodly yummies. Of awesomeness.

And lastly; annoying swans trying to attack our boat. Love it when that happens.

KTHXBYE! :D

Airports.

I FORGOT MY PASSPORT AND HAD TO HAVE ALAN SEND IT TO ME IN A TAXI!
I am furious with myself. How stupid can you be!?
Grrrr...
Luckily there was a nice lady-person who helped me a lot, and fortunately rebooking only cost £50, and not a million, as one would expect it to cost... So yay for that. My passport's adventure alone in the taxi was actually more expensive than rebooking that ticket. As one would expect with taxis. But fortunately not as expensive as it would have been  in Norway though.
Thank Christ.
So now I'm sat here at the airport, pooping, while an annoying game-thing in Serendipity Games keeps playing the same game-tune over and over and over.

My wonderful view.

The fucking annoying place with the even more annoying music. On repeat.

Hah, there was this air-hostess-lady-type of thing that suspiciously asked me if I weas waiting on a plane.
The look on her face was reasonably epic.
She looked a bit like she thought I was here by choice (a homeless person, in case you didn't get the hint of bitterness.), and not because I am going to catch a flight tomorrow at 6.
Asshat.

Urgh. I am so furious with myself now, how could I forget the passport!? Seriously!

Hah. Quite proud of this themed reply to Mr. Jones' words of wisdom. Thanks dude. You made my day. Seriously. I love being able to throw in a complaint whilst trying (often failing) to be witty. It's win-win.

OOOH! And a nice man working at the airport offered me a tea or coffee! He previously came up to me all scary-looking asking if I was waiting for a plane and explained that there would be a fire drill (he did also go on about how a really long alarm probably would indicate a real fire, which was hilarious.) How insanely nice is that! I am utterly charmed. What a nice man! Most people would just let me buy the crappy one from the Nescafé one right next to me, but no, not him. This is why I love Britain. Politeness and shit! Not shit. But shit as in "general stuff".
Yah.
Coolbeans.

Apparently I'm the only one waiting here over night.

Cool.
Mood is definitely better than it was.

Dry humour.

"I'm not coming to work today; I don't want to break the law."
"What law?"
"The law of gravity!"
*Drumroll*

You love it.

Lifeage.

So now that all the assessments are over and done with, there is only the big production left.We're doing The Visit by some dude I can't remember the name of. But now that I mention it, I think it's Friedrich something.
Will be fun to see all the 3rd year performances, not heard anything about the 2nd year performance(s), but I'm sure they will do some too. Will be good.

The thing with Swansea Metropolitan is that they enjoy making bizarre plays. And I mean bizarre. So I assume someone will end up crying food at the end of it.
Yes, food. Do not question the logic of Swansea Met.!

Anyway, so we have had our assessments now, apart from the end production (which I have no idea if we'll be assessed on or not), which is an incredible load off our -at least my- shoulders. And soon there is Easter! I can't wait for the Easter! Going to Liverpool to visit Kayleigh's house for 6 days, then I'm off to merry old Norway! I am quite psyched about both. 1st off: LIVERPOOL FER FECK'S SAKE! That's where the Beatles are from! Fangasm and all that!

I was pleasantly surprised of how little it smelt of pee.

Will be good to see my friends again. My lovely Carinus Awesomeicus and Malenosaurus in particular, but also the rest of the Søgne-gang :)

EASTER WILL BE SO FREAKIN' GREAT!!!

Memo to self: bring loads of creme eggs back.

I love Easter. I can't say enough how much I love it.The traditional cabin-trips to Okse with a full Easter egg is never wrong. Reading Donald Duck before bed/in bed/by the breakfast table/in the sofa/on the toil.. Ew. No. Not on the toilet. That's unhygienic and nasty. I never understood people that read on the toilet. It's quite frankly grim. Think about all the bacteria you leave on that shite! And get just by touching it! You get your mothers arse-bacteria. On your hands. And your own arse-bacteria. Mixed together in an unholy matrimony of disgustingness. Dare I mention that annoying sibling you always fight with? HIM/HER TOO!
DO YOU REALLY WANT THAT!?
Kids, this is why you wash your hands after going to the loo.
And never read stuff whilst hosting a porcelain party.

And also; is it bad to keep "seeing" creepers whilst playing Fable 3..?
I'm worried that Minecraft has a greater influence on my life than I'd like.

Kthxbye.