…And I’m into this, walking home from my induction„ making me smile. 

I was made redundant this summer at the tender age of 20, from a job that i loved (sarcasm). 

I was loathed to look for another part-time job because of the ridiculous interview process, er it’s a part-time job -  obv i’m doing it for cash - all you need on a c.v is ‘non-retarded’ and ‘can pretend to be happy about the job whilst doing it’ 

But now I have a new job - yey - i start on tues

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQ3d3KigPQM

How can I be part of this? This is the coolest thing alive (just fyi I have seen this before, but I have just not vocalised my desire to be in one) 

TotALLY feeling this song to stroll and chill to, espesh-ialy in this tres nice sunshine. 

What is wrong with just saying letters over the phone? I say letters all the time, I know what they sound like - if I was going to tell you how to spell my name I wouldn’t give you a list of other words.  I had two phone calls this morning with people doing this irritating word association game. I have to be like - I’m sorry - ‘whiskyxdirectory’  -what is that w..? and then she says xylophone. I’m like…so x then? Jesus…

So this song is appropriate:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S431bmMVUJw It’s calming me down, reminds me of goodtimes in Norge. 

I went to Ikea cos I don’t have a bed and I want a sofa bed but I don’t wanna spend loadse of dolla’ - after what seems like hours trekking around the maze of stuff for houses (yawn) -  I get to the warehouse bit where all the stuff is in boxes - an’ i’m looking at the box an’ i’m thinking about my little car - I have a tape measure (but who am I kidding I didn’t measure anything before I got here) - I give the box a cheeky measure anyway - might as well look profesh  - then nod in appreciation at the box (as it’s exactly my height)….but this helps nothing. After some minutes thinking about this problem, I give up - cos I can’t be bothered to drive here again (I don’t have a satnav, but I do have a good visual memory, so i have to look at all the stages of the journey on google maps; yes this morning I dragged myself to Bristol Ikea before I drove here) - So I start lifting the box onto the trolley. I feel like a single parent or something, but luckily I’m buff and it wasn’t uber heavy so I didn’t have to play a woman card and get someone to help. Phew. Although there were plenty of men striding around, riding a ‘flat packed furniture’ high… (I shouldn’t mock, I quite like to build the odd bit of furniture) Anyway - some tense moments down the travelator as I start to doubt the polo capacity. BUT NO, the Polo is a beast - all is well. Happy ending high. 

haha, just had this song dedicated to me, i’m taking it as a complement…

The best June to August ever…here’s a fast, random collection of memories 

My summer roomies and I…

The cafteria sign at work that made me chuckle, for every carnivore that eats this food - one vegetarian will die. 

There was drinking

Dancing

A whole lot of love

Some swimming in da lake (Jeg liker Stemmern - det ser veldig norske) Had to include this motha picture, just because it was sooo amazing and beautiful (And that’s my head in le water.) 

and also drinking (in da sun @ Aker brygge) We were just gonna have a beer and roll to get some food, the waiter asked if we wanted large - we just thought it’d be a bigger glass… 

And the last night partay, that I have no pictures of (yes it was that good) Just like a regular night at Blindern, so getting drunk behind the barracks where the full time Norwegian students live,  except that we then rolled to the bar/ club thing for the last 20 minutes it was open. Danced crazy. Went to bed…didn’t get any sleep ;) …and went to work at 6.30. Sigh. I remember waking up at work, as Punk came up from the kitchen - laughed at me- then said Fuck it. Break. Then I left Blindern after my shift ended :( It was a sad day, but after a whole summer living in the same room as me - luckily I still have my Norwegian friend ;) 

(Us on the ‘Official Drinking’ Night. We distinguished it, despite it being outnumbered by the unofficial drinking nights…) 

I have trust issues with hairdressers 

—-> crying with laughter occurred at this video. I do this when i sing along to tunes - no idea what peeps are actually saying.

 On a cheeky roadtrip yesterday, we (mymateandI) were listening to this song and decided that the lyrics couldn’t be ‘put your hands up, put your hands up, my hole’. I prefer the options on this vid. cHECK iTT <——

This ‘audio’ …..continuous repeat .

A small tribute to the people affected by the attacks in Oslo and Utøya this summer.

Killers @Hyde Park 24th June. quite difficult to explain how cool and AHmazin it was without underselling it or making it look lame… totally really really (the epitome of) fun and cool and The killers….

just some well good times/ epic start to the summer 

Thought I saw someone buy a card the other day that said ’ Happy father’s day cocksucker’ : new levels of wrong. 

So I decided to stealthily bake a cake for my flatmate’s birthday, as she is going back home soon. It has been a v.long time since I baked a cake and we don’t have scales, so sort of went with approximates. 

I think I may have incurred mild suspicion through the surprise process but hey, cake didn’t kill anyone.