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Ever have one of those weeks where you've been looking forward to wearing your awesome outfit the whole week (see icon) and dreamed of how much fun the weekend was going to be after you dress up in said outfit and then realize when Friday's finally here that you're really just tired enough that you sorta wished it was Thursday so you could stay in?

We who live in one of the worlds most awesome cities have a right, nay; an obligation to go out and do legendary stuff (or at least try, fail and get drunk instead).

And yet I feel so tired after the first week of finals that I want to curl up on the couch with a glass of whisky and a nice movie instead.

But I will not fail you Oslo. I will be there tonight. And it will rock!

I wasn't going out yesterday because usually, if I go out without aj_stalin, something bad happens. But since Eivind decided to succumb to peer pressure I caved and went out. And it was really nice! We had a few beers and talked to strangers. Too bad someone didn't wanna give me candy to get me to get in a car. I could have used a ride home. I even gave away my number to someone I didn't go home with, and he texted me the same night. Is that sweet or what?

Today I've tried and failed to do some reading. Now, I'm going to write a little bit but basically, I'm going to relax.

Good weekend.

This icon is called "wageslaves". It speaks for itself.

I had a great weekend. On friday I got drunk at aj_stalins place. We watched Party Monster and ate Indian food. It was good. My friend from Bergen, Guri, came lateish and I got drunker than I thought.

On Saturday we went out and drank pitchers of beer at Maiden. Me and Guri ran out to parliament, climbed the lion and kissed each other on his back for all of Oslo to see. Then we danced to the street drummers tune, first with each other and then with strange men who I think was trying to flirt with us even though we didn't really let them. In the end we went home together.

On Sunday I had coffee with my parents, watched obscene amounts of movies with sortkatt and 45hasle and said goodbye to Guri who went back to Bergen.

All in all, a very good weekend.

This icon is called "Carnivale tree of life"

I loved the last episode of BSG! Totally awesome. Too bad we have to wait till October for more BSG goodness. But I've started watching Eureka in the meantime. Sounds fun.

Hmmm...Martine is posting about tv-shows, what does that mean? It means I'm bored. Bored.Bored.Bored. I want to run around in the nice weather, not sit inside feeling tired and coughy. But enough complaining. Anyone wanna come visit this Saturday? I'm gonna go watch the game (West Ham is playing again), but I'll be totally bored and not at all out on the town on Saturday night. Someone wanna pig out on my couch and watch tons of movies?

Oh, and neat neh? I'm a cool nerd! ;)

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Musician   Doo doo de doo waaaa doo de doo! (<-- That's you playing something.) Everyone appreciates the band/orchestra geeks and the pretty voices. Whether you sing in the choir, participate in a school/local band, or sit at home writing music, you contribute a joy to society that everyone can agree on. Yay! Welcome to actually doing something for poor, pathetic human souls. (Just kidding.)
Social Nerd
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What Be Your Nerd Type? Quizzes for MySpace

Oh, and if you couldn't guess, I can't sleep. SO I'm gonna take lots of tests, and force you to look at the results! (or, just to be nice, I'll put it behind a cut.)

( memememe )

This weekend I played more rpgs than I've played in a year. First, I played D&D 3 ed on Friday, which was great (I got to be a half-dragon, go me).

On Saturday, me and aj_stalin went to Holmestrand (the town I grew up in) to participate in Holmcon, an rpg con focusing on small, new rpgs that nobody normally gets to play or even know exists. Right up my alley in other words.

( Holmcon review )

After that, me and aj went home to my parents to have dinner with them and finally went home and watched the new episode of Supernatural before bed. I was a little bit disappointed in that episode, too much angst, too little horror and too little Dean-time, but hey, what can you do? Today, I've gotten a mood theme with Supernatural. Isn't it neat?!

Was what aj_stalin sang as we walked home (impressive neh?) from town yesterday. The night started with me playing Warhammer fantasy rpg at Kaisa's, a session that, for a hack 'n slash campaign, suddenly turned quite intense. I pushed the others to slaughter 12 people that had done nothing more than been pushed out of their villages because they had deformaties. I believed that that made them evil, even though it was quite clear that they weren't, but if they weren't evil now, they would become evil, I thought. And so, four of our characters slaughtered them (they didn't even fight back, they just sat there, stunned, scared and sad) whilst the last character refused to be part of it and looked the other way. My heart still kinda hurts just for thinking about it. Awful and yet brilliant!

Then, I met up with aj_stalin and went out to some horribly trendy place named something that sounds almost like hanisamikaco or something like that. It was three to twelve so when the doorman said it cost 8 dollars to get in before 12 and 16 dollars after twelve we ran inside and paid. Then we noticed they only played trance and the decor made the bar look like a copy of the bar in the second episode of Angel season one. Now we were stuck there however, we quickly checked out the interior and it became immediately obvious that all the pretty people inside liked guys. The place was swarming with trendy gay guys and trendy straight girls. So, we did the only natural thing: We realized that there was no hope for us of getting any and decided this gave us the opportunity of dancing crazily the entire night. We danced the this-floor-is-so-sticky-my-feet-can't-get-loose-dance, the zombie dance, the I'm-gonna-kill-you-aina-because-you-mock-me-because-the-cute-guy-I-dibbed-is-gay-dance, the I'm-a-mime-and-locking-you-in-a-box-dance, the our-arms-decide-where-the-body-goes-dance and so forth and so on. And the ironic part? When we went crazy we kept getting hit on! Which is nice even though we weren't interested in the guys into us.

After dancing non-stop from 12 to 2 however, we wanted to move on. We got out coats and walked out screaming singing "We're blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air. UNITED!" We tried calling other people who might be out, but noone were (traitors all of you!) so we walked home. Now, you must be impressed right? I mean, we walked for about an hour uphill after dancing non-stop for two hours! Good work out and great fun at the same time. Best night of the year! I've got some pictures of us dancing like crazy, but I'm not gonna spend loads of time transferring them over here, because I have to clean this place up and eat something...

First of all, I just got off the phone with the company that hired me for one job (Manpower). I expected my pay check this Friday, and being totally broke, had to take from my savings to go clubbing (some may say that that was a bad idea, but after all I expected payment to be in my account today). Turns out that there was a fuck up at their office. My consultent was told that my handing in the time sheet for the entire month in one go was okay, and now it turns out they had deleted it and I have to (one month after actually working there) remember what times I went on and off work in order to get paid. I will not get that money until the 22nd. This is actually their screw up, and I still don't get paid! Gah! Now I'm pennyless for another week.

On a brighter side, using my life savings to go clubbing turned out to be a splendid idea (though maybe not for my future)! Me and aj_stalin went to Gotham nights' christmas party and met millsnill and grimgram. But what made the evening special was the amount of absurdity. First I notice the only one of the few cute guys in the club. And then, not five minutes later, he comes over to talk to me. aj_stalin was the perfect wingman, steering away competition (including her gorgeous self), so I could talk to him. He starts off with saying "Hey, Lullabye!" making me first think that he is confusing me with someone else. Then I think that he might think I'm a member of this goth-forum or whatever, and that my user name is Lullabye. As the conversation progresses it turns out he's new to this goth-thing and that perhaps his username is Lullabye. But then in the end it turns out these people he didn't know at the other table had made fun of him and said that they were all named stuff like Blood and Demon and that he should be named Lullabye. Which is not really a nice thing to do to someone new to the scene, no matter how clueless he seemed. So I was nice to him.

Something I regretted the rest of the evening. Because you see gentle readers, five minutes after he left, he brought another one with him, also a guy in a suit, looking rather straight. This guy was also nice, though it was obviously that he hadn't dressed to be in a goth-club. I mean, how can you not love a man that starts up a conversation with the sentence "Don't take this the wrong way but my God, your tits are amazing!" he then progressed to talk about (and to) my breasts for five whole minutes until I exused myself to go talk to my beer. Then, five minutes later, another one shows up. Candid camera style, he comes over to me, with the two other guys and introduces himself as "Kim Ole, call me Demon." After the minute of toppled-over-laughingness, I ended up saying that this was just too weird. I mean, no matter how much you want three guys in suits fawning over you staring at your tits, when you don't know where they're coming from, it gets a little creepy.

I progressed to the first floor of the club (where they played industrial music instead of 80s and 90s goth) where it slowly dawned on me that the club was filled with more midgets than I've ever encountered in one place before. I'm serious, midgets! Now I've got nothing against midgets, I've just never encountered a goth-midget before, and now the place was filled up with them. Then, aj_stalin started seeing this guy that seemed to be everywhere at once (turns out it was actually two guys who looked really similar, but still). All in all, the evening rated high on the absurdity meter. And even though I didn't get to bring anyone home with me, I got to go home with the prettiest girl there (aj_stalin of course, for the ones of you too dense to get it).

So, this Friday I went to see Nils Petter Molvær with mirazandar at her suggestion. And it was the best concert I've been to in my life. When we entered the concert hall, the place was half-full and we got two seats down on the dance floor. Slowly the place filled up with the young and hip crowd of Norway and the two of us felt slightly out of place. The sound-guy insisted on playing what turned out to be a sort of beat in the background instead of music for about an hour and a half while we waited for the band. But, just as I thought I was entering hell, it turned out that this was done to make the concert experience all the sweeter. Not that we needed two hours of hell to feel the absolute sweetness that is Molvær, but it didn't hurt. They entered the stage, lights dimmed and suddenly this amazing techno beat started, the light shows behind the band was spectacular in a Zeromancer-style and the music, the music made you forget where you were, who you were and how much time had passed. It was an experience I'm not able to describe in words without sounding melodramatic, so I will quit trying.

Unfortunately, when me and mirazandar exited the concert we decided to go out and meet people. Giddy from the experience we entered a small pub called Cacadou, and let the magic of the concert be replaced by the questionable "magic" of watching extremely drunk old men attempt to hit on us, with loud music banging in our ears and with too many people crushed into to little space. Redeeming factors: lazerjulie and aj_stalin. Safe to say we went home a little early (2 am) and talked into the night. But parts of me wished we'd gone home straight after the concert.

Saturday was a lovely day of Jenter, øl og sigarer (Girls, beer and cigars) an arragement this year hosted by me where larp-girl go to chat about important things with pizza, chocolate, chips and obscene amounts of alcohol. Safe to say it was super.

Sunday I spent waking up, enjoying my headache from the day before, then cleaned up after it and went to aj_stalins mum's place where we watched Carnivale and drank whisky till the early hours of the morning. Or, that is what we would have done if I hadn't thrown the first glass of whisky of the evening on my computer much like chicks in chickflicks and soap operas throw on male characters. My computer luckily mostly recovered the next day and so it works, if parts of the screen is irredeemably damaged. The world sucks! Instead we drank a smaller amount of whisky and watched old Friends episodes till the early hours of morning, so it was still nice.

Why is this the ultimate weekend post? I don't know, maybe because it includes drinking on both Friday, Saturday and Sunday? Or maybe because it is so long? I don't know, you tell me. Still tired...

Oh, and look at my new icon. Isn't it smashing?

This weekend has had way more parties that I could possibly go to. Which is good I guess, even though I wanted to go to all of them. On Friday, Sjur celebrated his birthday, and I went there and got smashingly drunk. Whilst standing by the bar to buy my third Purple Nipple shot (the shot I had just discovered and am still in love with) this really cute guy started talking to me. I think he was flirting, but then aj_stalin showed up and started acting all in love and fluffy with me, and I think he thought we were lesbians. Anyways, we'll find out next Friday as he will be there and so will I. I was going to go home early since I was supposed to go to IKEA on Saturday, but we ended up drinking into the night and got to bed at 5.

Saturday morning was hell. Luckily, 45hasle did not feel bad about me not going to IKEA with him, so I got to go back to sleep. But I've been fighting this cold all week, and it turns out, getting smashing drunk doesn't make you better. So Saturday night, a night with four different parties, turned out to be another one of the very cozy stay at home and getting drunk nights instead.

On Sunday I found out that Natasha had come to the country, so we went out and had lunch and talked alot. It was really nice. I hope she moves back here after christmas. Then aj_stalin invited me over to tell me about her night, which was bizarre and makes me sad I didn't join her. Evening ended alone re-reading HP4 and slowly falling asleep.

Now back to applying for jobs. When people writes objectives like "to get a job, preferably part-time" to you cheshire_monkey, how come I still haven't gotten a job?

and by the way, even if you have seen this before, see it again. It's still funny: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=az3SXXSdPJI

My boyfriend is home...we watched "Is it fall yet" and ate mass amounts of chocolate. Now he's sitting naked on my bed complaining about the lack of order on his computer. Apparently he's going to show me something, if he can ever find it. Yesterday at Aina's place was great even though bones sucked. Today work was annoying, but at least I met the new person and she was nice. I also found out that my boss got married, yay for her! I'm still annoyed about something I found out today, but I'm trying not to let it bug me too much. Now I'm gonna get naked too. Have fun all. summer is good.