I found out who's ben giving me all the gifts. It's the guy on my floor that I have mentioned earlier, the one that keeps asking-me-out-but-not-directly-enough-for-me-to-decline. It was as part of the secret snowflake thing we had, but he has spent like, ten times as much money as anyone else. I am very flattered but also a little hmm, because I don't know how I can ever give back, if you understand me. Well, it was nice.

French boy and I woke up at like 1 pm today and then I fell asleep again and he talked to his parents on Skype for over an hour while I was sleeping. He has said that he thinks it's soothing falling asleep to me speaking Norwegian, and I found it very nice to sleep to him speaking French. He then skyped his girlfriend. At least I was wearing clothes this time, haha.

Yesterday was cool, we didn't start drinking until 11, but we drank pretty fast. Marika, French boy and I WALKED to the club in minus way too much and wind. Club was OK, then I and three of the boys RAN home. Well, back to French boy's place and we stayed in Elisa's room and ate and smoked and had fun for hours. Nice.

I'm meeting him at the library early tomorrow morning (early for him, meaning 10am) so I need to go to bed. Now.

I droped my phone in a glass of rum&coke, so it's not working any longer.

It's going to be -23*C tomorrow, hurray.

So now I'm suddenly invited to Linnea's farewell dinner. I don't know whether to go or not. On one hand it's going to be AWKWARD, especially since I don't know if she knows that I know what happened on Saturday. On the other hand I shouldn't let it limit my social life, I'm not the one who's done something wrong and I shouldn't go into hiding. Hm.

I have gotten TWO anonymous gifts outside my door today! One with FIVE different chocolate bars and home-made, Norway-themed christmas decorations, and the other one was a University sweater and I'm sure they cost more than 60 dollar and I am quite shocked but happy. I have no idea who it is. But it's lovely!

OMG I stayed up and wrote until 6 am, had ONE hour of sleep, was still half asleep in the shower and left shampoo in my hair, zombiewalked myself to class only to find out that while I was in Mexico, they decided to push the deadline to Thursday. I have repeatedly fallen asleep in inappropriate places all day for no use. FML.

Since I'm hungover (yesterday included ca. 1000 cowboys, dancing to country music, falling asleep at the toilet of the bar, understanding that I had to go home because I was so drunk AND drinking a raw egg to prove I was cool) and in bed anyway, I'm posting some Mexico pictures!

It's been a week, so this won't be a detailed post, I just figured I'd let the pictures tell the story.
( Pictures from a FANTASTIC week<3 )

I was planning to post some pictures from Mexico, but facebook got in the way, and now I have to go to evening class. I will later!

AND! While I was in Mexico I got stung by a stingray but I didn't think it was a big deal (and even poured beer on it) but yesterday my foot started swelling and was grotesquely big and red and itchy so I went to the doctor today and got a tetanus shot and antibiotics. I survived a stingray and I am oficcially cooler that Steve Irwin.

I'm back! And exhausted and I'm going to tell you guys all about Mexico and post pictures and everything after I've finished my English assignment that is due tomorrow morning and I'm probably going to have to stay up all night or something but I've got some kind of hideous Monster energy drink and I know I'm going to make it, eventually.

In the meantime, have a picture of French boy and a Mexican playing with a real, wild crocodile that we met.

Off to Mexico in a few hours. Wow. I can't begin to imagine how good it's going to be. I'll take pictures.

I'll be back in eight days, you all have fun with whatever you're doing this week<3




OMG OMG OMG \o/

Whoa, what is this? I am almost alone in the library and it's after midnight and I'm listening to Britney Spears remixes for some reason and it's making me slightly horny. It might be because I've been reading and writing about sex and sexuality all day. I hope it's not the sheer power of relatively bad music. Damn.

OMG, Tegan and Sara, one of my favourite bands, are playing LITERALLY 40 METERS AWAY FROM MY ROOM. There is a concert hall in the building next to this one.



This of course happens while I am in Mexico.

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ.


( So many of these books are in my bookshelves but far down on my to-read-list because my to-read-list is extremely long. )

Stole yet another meme from secondratestar

( A little long, but omg I love questions )

Holy fuck that was a waste of precious time.

The world loves me. Jut when I really needed those three extra hours tonight reading for my midterm, my Comp. Lit. class was canceled. I got my English midterm back, and I got an A on that one, too. My adapter broke and I had to go downtown and that was a little bleh, BUT I got a new one for free AND I found my near-dream coat for 40 dollar. I also found striped wrist warmers and striped tights for my emo/scene halloween costume (that was the only thing I had to buy - I already have a My Chemical Romance shirt, black hair and lip rings;D). I bought cheap surprise bags and got so much cute stuff I'll probably never use. My coughing has almost stopped. I don't know why, but I'm almost looking forward to my midterm tomorrow (I shouldn't, because I started revising ca. 24 hours ago). And then to HALLOWEEN WEEKEND! And after that a few days of intense writing and then Mexico.Sheeeet.

I'm studying for my midterm in Middle Eastern and African studies right now, and I wanted to re-read the passage about how the Ottomans took young men from other religions and made them sort of "elite slaves" and I looked through the index and couldn't find it, of course, because where was I looking?

Under "C" for "Christian slave boys". Naughty mind.

We've got this big Mafia game going on here in the building, and basically it's kill and get killed. I've been staying in my room all day to avoid dying, but then I had to go to get food (and I was so bored) and Edward killed me. He had been waiting for over an hour outside my door, haha. I'm supposed to kill Dean - of all people!- and that sucks because he never comes out of his room. I haven't seen him in a week. I guess I could go to his room and use my seducing eyes, have him let me in and then kill him, but.. That would be mean.
( Oh and hello, grades! )

OMG the drama at our floor meeting tonight was major! Our RA started crying and stuff. Because people went crazy Friday and Saturday night. I don't feel comppletely innocent, but I don't feel that guilty either. I mean, I was awake, but I didn't bang on any doors or scream in the hallway. We did make the burnt popcorn smell, but it was never near going too far, it just smells easily. I remember making sure to be very quiet last night, even though I was roaming around a bit. I know some of the guys were worse than me. The other towers, though, on Friday, we did break some rules there. I feel like a 14 year old boy trying to fit in to the gang with the cool guys and doing things one normally wouldn't do. But it could be worse. I can't think of anything I did that they can prove an write me up for. Because it's actually not that hard to get evicted here. They should make a party floor or two for the party people and a quiet floor for those who can't handle being woken up. I know I don't mind sound when I sleep. But others do, apparently.

I feel safe enough. The only thing I'm afraid of is having done something I can't remember. Hm.

I think I sprained my left thumb on Thursday. It's still swollen and I can hardly move it. All these minor injuries...

EPIC dodgeball game tonight! We won 3-2. I was watching with Khumbu. He and I were looking at the girls together. He is so cool. Our RA seems to hate him, though. I can't possibly see how anyone can do that.

( This got long and a little personal. )
Bleh. Back to not writing.