Monday, May 28, 2012

Achievement unlocked:

- Eat 4 pounds of chocolate in 10 days.


So, I haven't been blogging much lately. Sorry about that. It's because I haven't been doing much lately. See, on Thursday the teachers of our school went on strike. On a strike. Urk. You get my point.
(damn you, Norwegian brain!)
So I haven't been to school since, and I also very unfortunatly lost my math exam because of this. I admit I have been swimming in my own tears these past few days.

While we're on the subject of swimming, the weather is super-fucking-nice lately. I seriously can't believe it. I know that it's summer time and it is to be expected, but I was expecting it to happen gradually. Which was not the case over here. One day it was randomly snowing, and it was 5°C (that's 41°F), which shouldn't at all be happening in the first place since water freezes at 0°C (that's 32°F. God, Fahrenheit is lame.) Then the next three days or so rain was just pouring down all over the place, and it was windy as fuck. We even had a storm in there somehere. Then the day after...

KA-FUCKING-BOOM

30°C. 86°F. I mean what the hell. How does that even happen. How is that even possible. It's been around 20°C-30°C (68°F-86°F) now the past week or so. Mom had to take me emergency shopping because I didn't have any clothes skimpy enough to survive in this scorching hot weather. Wtf, Norway. Wtf. You're supposed to be ice cold, with polar bears walking the streets and such.

Can't complain, though. This is what we go on holidays for.
(I will never ever write about degrees again in my life. And if I do, you'll just have to convert them yourself.)

Mom wants me to go to the beach with her and my brother tomorrow, which would be great if I didn't have this ugly-ass tattoo on my ankle that she doesn't know about. I guess I'll be wearing socks and converse. Won't be THAT suspicious.

Who am I kidding. Who the fuck wears converse to the beach. People walk barefoot on the beach. I'll just tell her that I have a wound or something that I don't wanna get stuff in. Luckily my psychiatrist is coming over on tuesday, I think, so I can tell her. I feel like I'm gonna need some backing up when I do, because let's face it - letting a guy tattoo you just because he has the equipment isn't really a super great idea. I honestly do deserve all the shit she's gonna give me for it. But that doesn't mean I want it.

I hope mom doesn't read my blog.

Super interesting fact of tonight: Prosopagnosia refers to the inability to identify people by their faces. In severe cases of prosopagnosia a person may not be able to identify themselves in a mirror.

3 comments:

a small player in God's plan. said...

Fahrenheit is annoying, but still very much not lame. We can sometimes get to triple digits. That alone is pretty fucking awesome.

But we could argue all day bout this. It's like mph v. kph

LewisH2012 said...

I hope your mom beats you (just sayin).

LGASDF said...

i hate walking on sand anyway