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:the mother of all updates [Jul. 16th, 2006|01:09 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
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oh the beauty of me

Finally felt just about healthy enough to enjoy myself Friday night. I bought myself a six-pack and headed for mr. and mrs. Poipois. I drank, I smoked, and I sat on a couch. Remember thinking to myself (about myself) “ah, toasted, nicely toasted”. I: happy and chatty, enjoying the company of the Poipois and there friend Julie, than all of a sudden it changed. I felt like a shook bottle of beer, and stuff was overflowing. So I threw up, it was beautiful. (But I threw up plum in the middle of the sink and all by myself, and it was basically bedtime anyways.)

Woke up and my mammy called to say that my houseguest was on here way, great, only I thought she was coming that evening. So I got on a buss, got on a second bus and caught up with here. She’s a childhood friend who lives in Oslo and only stayed one night for grandfathers birthday. I call here “my young conservative“ cause she is, but that’s the sort of thing that happens to childhood friends. She’s a nice girl, a friend and so I have a friend on the political right, mmm, an entire friend. Spicing up my life.

I was waiting in town while she was at the party, the first part of the evening Geir kept me company but he was going to work early today and left around ten. that’s when I made my big mistake. I left Finnegan’s thinking that the party couldn’t go on for much longer. I sat on a bench, but young girls are obviously not allowed on benches by them self on a Saturday. It is clearly some sort of rule that one must be accompanied by an annoying foreigner or a drunk. Or a person who is all these things. I left my bench, even though it was a nice bench. Back to Finnegan’s and guess what? Young girls aren’t allowed to sit by them self’s reading a newspaper and drinking coffee either! Enter friendly foreigner #2. Now this guy wasn’t an arse or and idiot. But anyways, I don’t want to be friends, I basically want to be left alone. Yish. Luckily other people I know stopped buy, mr. Poipoi, gargamell and here boyfriend, but still it was sort of awkward.

When Maria finally came we just went home and straight to bed, and today I followed here to the buss. (I got up at half passed seven!) (I’m that nice!)

I passed Pia at work this morning, I’m thinking I’ll ask her over. We usually watch Gilmore girls together on Sundays, but last week was the season finally. She was out last night so maybe she just wants to sleep. Bah, I’m watching the Brothers Grim on dvd out of the corner of my eye, damn you suck Terry Gilliam, shame on you for sucking this bad!

Uh, and I bought the shoes, I’m a happy camper.

Oh shit, I can’t stand to watch this “t’se bröthers gram” movie, laik WTF?
The actor who plays the General guy might actually have the worst fake French accent ever… congratulations! (It’s so bad his makeing me physically ill:/)

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