What a life.
I went to Inger's place after hanging around in the comp room at school. They wanted to go to Oslo, I convinced them not to. It's too darn cold, and we don't really have anywhere special to go.
After a while of nagging Inger about dinner, I decided to take the matter in my own hands. Mashed potatoes and noodles were made by the Me. I even set the table, woo. And OMG prepared to do the gigantic dishwash, but I had to watch the boiling water and stuff.
Inger and Cat played with the food, and Inger mixed noodles, mashed potatoes and tomato beans and it was gross. Ewwwsers.
Ina phoned me! Woo! I'm going to visit her in Sarpsborg tomorrow. Staying the whole weekend. It'll be great, I think.
Right now, I'm trying to write a poem analysis. For Cat. She's to deliver it to her Norwegian teacher tomorrow. I kinda feel like one of those loser geeks who get bullied to do the bullies' homework. Only, I'm doing it of my own, free will. That makes me even more of a loser geek. Aww. It's like, poems from the Norwegian Romanticism, by Welhaven and stuff. Heavy shit, dude. I'll be embarrassed if I can't do it, though. Besides, I have no homework of my own (that's due for tomorrow), and I like poems, so there you go. OK, I'll stop promoting my own extreme kindness now. I'm just such a martyr (except, I'm not really sacrficing anything of my own). When I come to think of it, it's like when Andreas does math, physic and chemistry assignmenst just for the hell of it. Heh. We're such nerds. (8
Oh, a thing I've been wondering about:
Which of you crazy flist-people are coming to my b-day party, anyways? Please comment and tell me.
After a while of nagging Inger about dinner, I decided to take the matter in my own hands. Mashed potatoes and noodles were made by the Me. I even set the table, woo. And OMG prepared to do the gigantic dishwash, but I had to watch the boiling water and stuff.
Inger and Cat played with the food, and Inger mixed noodles, mashed potatoes and tomato beans and it was gross. Ewwwsers.
Ina phoned me! Woo! I'm going to visit her in Sarpsborg tomorrow. Staying the whole weekend. It'll be great, I think.
Right now, I'm trying to write a poem analysis. For Cat. She's to deliver it to her Norwegian teacher tomorrow. I kinda feel like one of those loser geeks who get bullied to do the bullies' homework. Only, I'm doing it of my own, free will. That makes me even more of a loser geek. Aww. It's like, poems from the Norwegian Romanticism, by Welhaven and stuff. Heavy shit, dude. I'll be embarrassed if I can't do it, though. Besides, I have no homework of my own (that's due for tomorrow), and I like poems, so there you go. OK, I'll stop promoting my own extreme kindness now. I'm just such a martyr (except, I'm not really sacrficing anything of my own). When I come to think of it, it's like when Andreas does math, physic and chemistry assignmenst just for the hell of it. Heh. We're such nerds. (8
Oh, a thing I've been wondering about:
Which of you crazy flist-people are coming to my b-day party, anyways? Please comment and tell me.