Distress

New York was always beautiful at this time of night. The restaurant window starts to work as a mirror, and you looked away, slightly embarrassed. He smiled at you. Before you knew it, an armored alien bursts through the window and picks him up. You can see he's scared as he's starting to cry maniacally. The people in the restaurant starts screaming and run around like headless chickens.
You remain calm before you whip out a giant gun. "DROP THE HUMAN, ALIEN SCUM!" you shout. It looks at you, and out of spite, it looks like, it squeezed him. His screams were deafening before you could hear a crack. That must have been agony... Then complete silence. You point your gun at the alien and shoot. More aliens comes streaming in the already broken window. You took cover and shot until you are out of ammo.
Damn.
You ripped up your dress so you could move around better, and then started to punch and kick like you were taught in your Kung Fu classes. The aliens fall one after one before you realized: Someone had shot you.
In the leg. You stumbled backwards whilst trying to fend them off. You slipped in your man's dead body, and while you were distracted by that an alien came in, and stabbed you. With his hand!?
Before you died you saw him ripping out your heart and showing it to you like it was a game. But that's what it was. Your actions ended the world you tosspot.

I apologize for dreadful writing, but I had a lot of, er, fun... Writing that :P

17 Mai!

Today, where we celebrate the best country in the word, which is clearly Norway, is one of the best days EVER. We get the day off, and we get to walk in the middle of the roads. It's brilliant! I haven't eaten any ice-creams today, though, which is regrettable.

I hung out my tiny flag out my window, secured with loads and loads of tape before I went to the SU bar to celebrate 17 mai. They had bag-runs (!?) and egg-runs and shit like that, sang the national anthem and stuff. Was nice, but I did miss going to my grandparents and eat cake and other yummies.

Also saw two plays from the 2nd years. I really enjoyed the first one, it was a social experiment they said, and we were going on "speed dates". That was loads of fun. The second one was about the body and body image. Was very interesting. I was given a moustache in the first one. Ended up looking like that....

 ....

Yes...

The worst part is that I kind of look like my dad in that get-up....

Your move daddy dearest.

Being on time.

I just paid the tuition fee. :P
At 3 o'clock in the morning...
I'm really good at paying stuff on time, I swear!
Time and I aren't getting along that well. It always makes me late! When I want it to slow down it speeds up, etc etc... Very frustrating. And quite frankly, I think it could stop doing so.
...
Actually, had it been up to me, I would be in control of it, and made people my bitches. As you do.
Oh my goodness me, I WOULD HAVE GONE BACK IN TIME AND GOTTEN A T-REX PET!!! I need this to happen.
OR EVEN BETTER!! I would humanity stem from them instead of the stupid, filthy, disgusting monkeys!
Monkeys should be illegal. Disgusting creatures. Fine ok, they are technically called "Apes", but I won't give them the satisfaction. Filthy shit-flingers.

Also: my dictionary didn't like "Shit-flingers" and wanted to correct it to "right wingers". I suspect my dictionary is a left-wing-man/woman itself! :D
This amused me quite a bit. I have photographic proof too!

I also realised in hindsight that I really hadn't needed to show the whole menu in the picture... I am too lazy to correct this though.
Tomorrow and Tuesday will be two very busy days, so going to bed! Seeing as it is over 3 o'clock, it should be appropriate.
I NEED TO REMEMBER MY LINES!
STRESSED!

Sickness and shit.

Tuesday is our last performance of the year. "The Big Production", our last practical assessment, our pièce de résistance... The fact that it is our pièce de résistance is kind of sad too, but what can you really do... It has improved severely, which is a blessing...
And of course, I've gotten ill. It's so freakin' typical, it's not even funny. It's a throat infection too, which makes it all so much better. Going to the doctor's tomorrow morning to see if they can do anything.
It's going to be bloody early though... 8.10, in fact. Far too early for anyone to function properly.

Learning lines in our play is a nightmare. It's not really a nightmare to learn them, but to find the energy to do it is another thing. What I've done basically since Saturday is lazily watching the Yogscast's Shadow Of Israphel from beginning to end. I love this series. It's absolutely brilliant.
Cheered me up quite a bit.
No fun to be sick.
I'm done complaining now. ;)

Also look at this:

I. Love. It.
It is pure awesomeness. It is so cool, that coolness is struggling to keep up with how cool it is.

ALSO. Rant is required. I don't think it is "unprofessional" to wear socks when you're freezing your arse off when going through a play whilst being sick. That's just a personal opinion though, but when you're neither running nor carrying people around, I don't think it freakin' matters.
I wouldn't normally wear socks, but I was cold.
Leave me alone, douchebag. It's just a pair of freaking socks.