|82th day of rain (eat you're heart out moses)
||[Jan. 18th, 2007|03:59 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
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Life is like the tango danced by people from Finland, it’s sad, it’s lonely, it’s cold, it’s strangely fascinating and I can't keep staying up late night on the weekdays. I hate the weather, I hate that I just wake up one morning and suddenly where I live has turned into Russia. Global warming is most certainly a drag, but snow is just so depressing. The only people who like snow live in L.A I’m sure. Any proper Norwegian should hate snow like they hate Henrik Ibsen. You know what they say about to much of a something quite mediocre.
The quiz last night didn’t go the way I had planned it, to many misunderstandings. Still I ended up having a good time, and next Wednesday we’ll show ourselves a great time!
Everything would be pretty good at the moment if it wasn’t for the whole weather thing. I’m beginning to forget why I love this place and that makes me even more sad.
82 days of cold rain, several weeks of howling winds.
melody club tonight: I just wanted to dance!