Twatville High

The great joy of staying at home over the summer is the immense love you have for your siblings. Yeah. The joy you feel when they decide to accuse you for taking things that disappear, when they want to take the scooter even though they don't even have the license, you say no and they start bitching about it hours later because they had to ride a fucking bike.... Because exercise is the devil's work (not that you hear any arguments from me there, but I don't want to be thrown into jail for being partially guilty of the death of my sister)
And they keep going on sending you snide remarks...
Got to love being home with a fucking twat sibling.

Also, saw a mate preform with his band this Friday, they were really good. Ratatosker they're called. Very good stage presence! Regrettably the vocals were hard to hear sometimes as the microphones were really low, but you caught the gist of it. It was really good. The vocalist tried to get the crowd going, bless him. The band members were all over the place. You could really tell they were enjoying themselves.

I wonder how much ass-bacteria that gets wiped off into the couch from people who are unable to pull up their trousers.
Surely it must be quite a lot, I mean think about the amount of people who don't even bother to wash their hands after having been to the toilet, imagine how they wipe their fucking ass! It's disgusting!
They are wiping it on your sofa!
Yes. It's true. Your ass-crack friend is wiping his/her ass on your sofa.


I've been playing some Diablo 3. And the guys in the fucked up place with the spider-lady.... FUCKED UP!! Seriously. Look at these guys! LOOK AT THEM! I want to kill them and save them from their misery :(
They look vile! Like living corpses! Somebody please end their misery!
I honestly struggled getting through that level. I was scared shitless of those things!

On another note, I'm not sure I will go back to playing the campaign over and over, as I really struggled even on normal... I'm such a horrifyingly untalented gamer... But this game is fucked! But maybe I should though, anyway. Diablo's got some piece of fabulous ass! Must be the tail that does it. Proper birth-hips, he's got. I need to print-screen it.

You're welcome.

Mini-road trip

..Only it wasn't really nowhere near a road trip as much as a 5 hour bus trip back and forth.
I went to Oslo last Monday to Wednesday, and it was so incredibly nice to see the lovely people who live there again! My beautiful friends!
Maren left for Beijing on... OK, I'm a terrible friend. It was either the 30th or the 1st.
Beijing. Freaking China! For 6 months!

I'm really glad I was allowed to come up to visit before she left.
We went out on the night  got there to a bar called "3 brødre" (3 brothers) and drank expensive as SHIT drinks, whilst talking about god knows what. My favourite part was when I repeatedly shouted "Vagina" and they were trying really hard to make me stop. Best expressions ever.
To be fair, I didn't really shout.. Was more loud than shout...
I'm such a classy bird.

We had a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant (read: Junk food) afterwards, and then we parted ways. It was so nice of them to come out and see us, I love these guys to bits. I really do.








The day after Marie, Maren and I ventured out into the great city to find a present for Louise, as we were celebrating her birthday/having a good bye party for Maren on Egon (restaurant) later. Maren didn't know this, and the look on her face when she saw everybody sitting there in that restaurant was priceless. She was so happy! :)
But that wasn't until later.

Before that they brought me to this place, Ryes, where they serve BRILLIANT milkshakes, bought a dress and then we went back
(Well. Ran/fled back as it started hailing and/or raining like the gods were doing spring cleaning) to Marie's place where Maren and Marie started stroking a mop.... Yes...

            So that happened.

After the mop-stroking incident, we moved on to Egon's, in wet shoes, and had a lovely meal with people I haven't seen in over a year. It was great.
Maren and Louise both got presents and shit, as it were their thing, and the rest of us left in disappointment. :P

The night was filled with a lot of talking and later on we raped a few helium balloons and had a lot of fun with them. There was a sort-of competition in who could get the squeakiest voice. I think. It may have been just me being overly competitive...
I'm very good at wanting to win...
...So that's a character flaw. You're welcome!
It was so much fun. Especially with Michael who couldn't inhale the helium whether his life depended on it. That was hilarious. 

So yes. It was great seeing people again. Got to meet a few new people as well, which was nice.

We made some sort of a boob-joke
here. I love these guys!

On the last day in Oslo, Maren and I were invited to Louise's place for some food.
She's really good at making little arrangements like that. She made us potatoes with tomatoes and smoked trout. It was delicious!
Delicious like a lawn... Mower... For some reason...
Then we talked about weird places we had moles, which I thoroughly enjoyed as it was one of the more bizarre conversations I've had... Great fun.

But yes, those days were great.
I enjoyed every second of them, and I hope that I'm allowed back to pester them.

We proceeded to rush off, met a fellow Kristiansander on Oslo S, oddly enough, wasted many minutes trying to avoid his weird hugs, and then rushed onwards to the bus station where I had 5 hours of lovely bus-ness in front of me.

Nom

AH GOT YER POTEEEEETOOOOS! EH! WIT' T' OLD LEPRECHAUN, EH!? :D

Lovely piece of shit!

Now you know. And you've successfully wasted ... erm... some time reading that. Just know that that food was so super-good, you should envy Maren, Louise and I. A lot. Because if was good. Really good. Mmmm!
KTHXBYE!

The the process of..

I MISS SWANSEA!! Oh my god! I just can't believe how much I miss the people over there! I do however think it's good for me to have some distance. But still...
I can't wait to move into a proper house. That will be severely good.

"Please don't call animal control."

This was okay in, well, the year I was there, but still with the amounts of fire alarms and screaming hall-mates... Not so much. The hall-mates were fine when they weren't screaming and shouting though. ;) It's going to be weird not to live there any more. It was such a nice distance to the uni as well!

But coming home was nice. We took the bus from Sola airport in Stavanger to Kristiansand (or in my case, Søgne) so got to see a lot of pretty nature. From Oslo to Kristiansand it's not as pretty, but the west country does have some severely lush views.

Example of said view. I liked it.

To be back home with my sane family does also help ones stamina in the whole "coping with silly Brits". :P Yep. We had this whole "be normal" thing going on, intensively, for a whole week. Then we went back to just being regular-normal.

Example of what sanity looks like.

We're good at being normal and sane. I swear...
Also, I should add that this is not the worst picture. It's really not. I also did Rebekka a favour by not showing The One where she resembles a ... well, "retarded angry monkey" sounds so harsh...

It's been a good... Jesus I just noticed that I had been home for slightly more than two weeks! What! I thought I'd been here for a month!
...I miss Swansea!

Bad-guys

In films bad-guys have a bad habit of always revealing what they have done and/or their plan. It usually happens at the end of the film, which means we have just seen all the things that they did or would attempt to do. I don't understand the need to rub in the obvious after having seen everything they've done.
I want to see a film where the bad-guy say "Fuck you, I'm not going to jail" and then jumps off the roof, but doesn't die because he has a jet-pack, and then flies off to an island he bought, but they can't trace it (the purchase of the island) back to him because he's been using aliases and/or different bank accounts, as rich people do to avoid taxes, but in this case it's not just taxes, it's also the police.
Yes. And then he lives happily ever after until he takes over the world and rules it with an iron fist (depends on the villain, it could be quite literally an iron fist).
Or just destroys it.
Yep. That would be severely awesome.

...Or just let Loki do his deed... God that man is good looking.

LOOK AT THOSE EYES! How can anyone say no to those? That's a crime against nature!

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I am a child.
Birthday's aren't even that fantastic...

I should go back to sleep...

But I can't!
I had the most epic zombie-vampire dream ever, tonight! It was so severely awesome, yet... I've forgotten most of it... Which is typical.
It involved a tower-like building that we hid on the roof of, and we used curtains to stab zombies/vampires. I mean we poked a needle through the curtains, so they couldn't see when they went through (because there weren't doors, there were curtains). I thought it was quite clever at the time. Then the zombies magically transferred into vampires. Not the silly shiny vampires, but the kind that burns in the sun. The proper kind.
And then we had to run for our lives (I had magically been transformed into one), because the sun started to rise, and we ran into the Swansea Metropolitan Bar, where our tutors sat and wanted us to stir a pot of really really thick tomato soup. With too much macaroni in it.
Then I woke up.

Fun times.

Gonna go to "town" (Søgne sentrum) with my sisters now. Fun times!
KTHXBYE