|Getting it on: Five hours of sleep
||[Jul. 23rd, 2006|05:29 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
Came home Friday
Stolmen: an endless parade inbreed people who are related to me (hihi)
Weather was nice, lots of books but I haven’t finished any. Mary Wollstonecraft, Nick Cave and the Marquis de Sade. Bah, I’m very stimulated. Johnny Cash in an episode of Colombo and Gone With the Wind. I even did some drawing.
my father and the ocean blue
the ocean blue
and the sea of green
the island where my grandmother grew up
my favorite graveyard
in the middle of the wilderness:
daddy wathering his ancestors
sister and brother drownd on the same day
g-sus and the forsaken
Friday I got up way to early, when I finally got in to town I was beat. Met Ida for coffee, I’d not had a shower that entire week. Charlotte joined us. Some chatty blah. I did some lightning shopping for dominion and ended up with a dress that was to small but I sort of dug it. Laik groovy… Got home dyed my hair, actually it turned out almost great, I am a genius, and as of the moment when I for the first time could view the result of my labour I was also a fully grown Bimbo.
Drinking at Ove and Karianne's. Brought Pia, fireflyinjar and gargamell. Drinkiepoos and a good time had by all. Dominion was… Dominion and the best time was had sitting outside smoking. My peeps all agreed that music was sucking and dancing impossible... although I heard two or three songs I wouldn’t mind having a twirl around to. (Now you see I could have Dj-ed about a hundred times and only ever played goth hits/cult classics with out running out. Give the people (=me) what they(=I) want! ...One major and one minor hit in each set.) So I want to move to a place where goth clubbing is slightly less crap, but ah *loves Bergen* so don’t wine you swine, I should just go to the Sailor (where the music is always moi). Nash at the Poipoi’s: had a sleepover. This guy insisted on sleeping with me on the pull out couch thing. Rather suspect I thought, but he didn’t try anything. Good for him.
Last night I vent to this guy named Cisse’s apartment, the boy knows everyone in Bergen. My date for the evening, Lydia, left early. Luckily the apartment was soon overflowing with new and old friends and allays. Was reunited with Lydia at Finnegan’s lady’s room after a rather disaster’s trip to Landmark. Caught a lift with Pia who had been working at Narvesen, and I have now slept for 12 hours, thus making up for the two previous sleepless nights.
Going out for drinks with Pia tonight. Summer, yes summer.
Starting to freak out about starting studying again, but am happy about having Geir, dustbinflower and possible Sigrid at my faculty this semester.