So [ profile] aj_stalin and I were talking the other day about how much fun it was to do the Pirates of the Carribean drinking game which we did two years ago (I think) and since none of us had any plans this Saturday, we decided to do it again. A bottle of sours apple and a bottle of vodka later we were set to go. In fairness we didn't actually get to see a lot of the movie since one of the rules is to take a shot every time someone says "pirate", and they say it about 6 times in the first two minutes of the film. Basically we got to the scene where Orlando Bloom is clumsy when delivering the sword for Commandore Norrington and then we were out of vodka. We tried to make do with sours apple for a while, but it was godawful and we were already pissed so we just watched a lot of youtube and then went out to [ profile] 3ff3ct3r's gig, which it turned out was in a dive off the main road. At least we found it, but unfortunately, only about 10 other people could say the same so it was pretty dead and the band never actually went on.

I had a good time anyways, there was good company and a gay guy in a tie who danced outrageously even though the dancefloor was nearly empty. Oh, and I was so drunk that balancing on my high heels was difficult. I still managed to scrape together enough money for a beer though, which turned out to be just enough alcohol to get me past the uncharmingly-drunk-fase and into the slobbering-mass-of-drunken-goo-fase. We went home shortly after and I remember sitting on the kitchen floor with my back to the refridgerator and hazy memories of sex.

Usually, I can reconnect my hazy memories through conversation, so when I woke up this morning, I first tried to recollect everything that happened, and then asked [ profile] 3ff3ct3r about the things I was hazy about. But nothing would come back. It's pretty scary actually and has never happened before. I've had sex without remembering much about it. I've showered and gone to bed apparently, but I cannot recall when or how. I had a conversation by the fridge which I only remember about half of. I'm about ready to swear off booze from now on.
( Dec. 21st, 2008 08:09 pm)
Four days left of work and I'm so looking forward to my Christmas break. So much in fact that I'm starting to look forward to studying. It's like I don't even recognize myself.

Anyways, meme time.

1. Put your iTunes (or any other media player you may have) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.


White light, white light
(not that I get what that means)

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You know you went wrong somewhere in the planning stages of an event when a cozy, close friends only, movie showing suddenly includes 15 people and (hopefully) massive amounts of alcohol.
I went out last night. Not a big shocker, I know. It was pretty good. Met a few people I haven’t seen for a while, drank some godawful things (like 1/3 of a bottle of cherry wine, blargh!) and had some good conversations till I got too drunk to follow them and went home to my boyfriend. So far so good, right?

Well, this morning I woke up hung over and with a massive attack of post-drunkenness anxiety. This is also business as usual for me, so I didn’t completely freak out. I did, however, put on the outfit I was wearing last night and mentally prepared for the Sunday morning walk-of-shame home. It was as expected. Nicely dressed people on their way home after a wedding passed me as I stumbled, in my very short skirt, unstable on my high heels and with a cleavage like no other, onwards. And then it happened. Then a bird flew by and shat on me. That’s right. A bird shat on me. In my hair.

I feel this day is going to suck.
Though my birthday was a few weeks ago, I decided to celebrate it yesterday for various logistical reasons (like, I didn´t want it to crash with [ profile] aj_stalin´s mom´s birthday and I was in Amsterdam and so forth...). I decided to host a cocktail party mostly because I wanted to see all my friends dressed up in pretty dresses and suits and drink good drinks rather than beer. As it turns out, all my friends consider the liquor of all times to be rum. 6 of the guests brought their own bottle of it, and hardly anyone brought anything else (um, or I think there was some gin and whisky around, but compared to the amount of rum consumed it was nothing). Almost everyone showed up in short, gorgeous dresses or suits (and the ones who didn´t at least wore ties, so I´m not complaining) and best of all: though the setting was a cocktail party, the atmosphere was neither stuck up nor boring. And so many people showed up that I at one point actually had to leave my own party to get some fresh air because there were just too many people in our rather smallish apartment. People sang birthday songs for me 5 times and I got a lot of nice pressies.

All in all, a very good birthday party.

(Today I´m hiding out at the boyfriend´s because the apartment is completely trashed and I´m too hung over to do anything about it. My patient and nice flatmate [ profile] 45hasle will probably forgive me)
This is a very slow Saturday. The boyfriend is coming home from vacation tonight and I blame my lack of focus today on that. I'm proud to say that actually woke [ profile] 45hasle and Trine with eggs and bacon for breakfast this morning, but sadly I must admit that my day have been less productive after that. Basically I've re-watched Dexter, tried to work out and realized that the training center closes early on Saturdays and not cleaned my room.
( Jun. 1st, 2008 11:30 pm)
This weekend has been really very nice. I had dinner with the girls from my study group, I managed to get my ass to Drammen and bought fabric for my costumes, we had a barbeque in Torshovdalen, and I even managed to take a walk in the sunshine without melting (barely).

I´m not sure if I love or hate the fact that Oslo has turned into a baking oven of sunshine and sweltering heat. I like that I can walk around with next to nothing on, I love the fact that everybody else seems to be doing exactly the same, but I don´t particularly enjoy the fact that I sweat all the time. I used to be able to enjoy the sun, but now I´m so warm I think I might die all the time (including now, with all the windows open, nearly naked at night).

I still think I prefer it to cold, rainy weather though. Anyways, I´m off to bed. I´ve got work in the morning.
( Apr. 20th, 2008 11:43 pm)
Something happens in Oslo every springtime. People migrate out as the sun comes out, people somehow seem prettier and all in all, the world seems just a little bit brighter and I remember why this is the city I've decided to live in.

[ profile] aj_stalin and I celebrated her birthday by laying on the grass in Torshovdalen and talking about life and her awesome birthday party yesterday (I'm still feeling the effects of the mass amounts of alcohol consumed). Then, we went and had dinner with her family at a really nice restaurant downtown. To top it all off we drank the booze left over from the party and watched Superbad. All in all a great weekend. I got nothing done, but I didn't really plan on getting anything done either so it's all good. Everything left from last week will just have to be done tomorrow.

Summer is coming and with it all the horrors of exams, but right now I'm happy with my new sunglasses and the possibility of eating my lunch outside in the sun tomorrow.
( Mar. 3rd, 2008 10:17 am)
Do you guys ever wake up realizing that the day ahead is going to be really hard to get through? Not because you're sad, or because you have way too much to do, just because you're really tired? It feels like I'm moving around in jelly. I've already gulped down 2 cups of coffee, and both eaten breakfast and a small power bar in the hopes that it would wake me up, but it still feels like I'm trying to force my fingers to move against a higher purpose of crap.

I figured I'd tell you guys about my weekend to warm them up, and then keep going with my ridiculous pile of old newspapers.

on birthday parties, housewarming parties and larp making )
( Feb. 29th, 2008 11:17 am)
I'm so tired today. I feel I'm moving at a snail's pace, and my throat and lungs and head tells me I should have stayed home today. that's right, I'm getting a cold. Bugger.

On the plus side, we played cyberpunk 2020 again yesterday, and it was awesome. And I actually went to my yoga class, and it relaxed me for at least half an hour after the class. Yay for making me remember what it's like not to be stressed out of my mind. Of course, now I miss it.

And today it's [ profile] sjokoladepikens birthday. I can't wait! :)

Oh, and me and [ profile] 45hasle are gonna go get the oven fixed today as well. Though I'm not changing my plans of getting through a year's worth on newspapers, I'm still gonna be happy with my own effectiveness for actually getting up, going down here to the eerily empty microfilm hall, working and then fixing the oven, getting a package from the post office and going to a party. Good Friday!

What are your weekend plans? Read: comment please, though I'm doing my best to focus, it's kinda hard...
( Feb. 11th, 2008 06:01 pm)
This weekend I went home to my parents and had a really nice dinner/conversation-thingie. Then, on Saturday, me and [ profile] aj_stalin dressed up as 1890s pretty ladies and went to a costume party. Of course we were overdressed, but that was fun and everybody commented, though the comments were nicer at the start of the evening (they started out as "oh my god you are beautiful" and ended up with "fuck, you've got a huge ass! How the hell did you get such a huuuuuuge ass?"). We danced to "I like big butts and I cannot lie" and I even sorta ballroom danced. Oh, and I played black jack. All in all, very nice evening. On Sunday me and [ profile] 45hasle played Squash and worked out. The rest of the day was spent on the couch, but then again, I'd worked out for 2 hours so it's considered okay.

Good weekend.
( Jun. 18th, 2007 01:29 pm)
So, I had an awesome weekend. On Friday, I went to a meeting after work, and then watched obscene amounts of HIMYM with [Bad username or site: ”akselwestlund” @] and [Bad username or site: ”mirazandar” @] Then, on Saturday, my combined going away party and birthday party was a blast! Due to [Bad username or site: ”aj_stalin” @]s unfortunate incident with a midget, we had to do it in my small apartment, and it was packed, but hey, who needs more than 1m3 anyways? Everyone got inside the door, and we mingled and talked, and listened to great music, and drank obscene amounts of alcohol and were generally awesome. I haven’t felt as sexy in a good long while and I got lots of pressies! Plus, people I haven’t met for a year showed up! Oh, it was so great!

Sunday was spent basically cleaning the apartment (or, at least taking out the trash and empty bottles), and watching Weeds and Memento. Memento, kinda obvious, but good movie. Weeds I’ve seen before but it’s still nice. I gave into my craving and ordered a pizza from Spice. It was good, and it came with a pizza roller so now we don’t have to cut our own pizzas with knives anymore, but it just isn’t the same as the Peppe’s Pizzas I’m sad to admit. Anyways it was nummy, and I didn’t eat it all, so I still feel like a good person.

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