Friday, June 10, 2005
It's time to celebrate, to come out and play – we've been counting down the days.
Million Dead sure know how to start off a record.
Hiya! It's me, senõr Lazy-man! I know I said that I would post the day after I posted last time, but I didn't. Not sure why. Think it was because I was considering getting up early in the morning to take the bus to Mosjøen, or something along those lines. Anyhoooooo, I'm sowee, and let's get on with the current post.
Last night we had a Farewell-Party, we meaning me and my class. We were at a local place that rents out to people that want to gather around and have a good time. The teacher that's been our contact-teacher, or whatever it's called, for the last two years was there and we gave him a few gifts as a token of our appreciation. I guess you could say he was moved by it all, seeing as he afterwards gave a very nice speech on how much he'd enjoyed the last two years with us. And he also said that he didn't know if he'd ever have a class as "good" as us again. I don't quite remember how it all went, but it was a very good speech, and I say that even though I didn't feel that I fit entirely under all the praise for the level of good grades my class has gotten. Well, I don't do too bad, but I'm by no means as dedicated a student as most of the people in my class.
Well, after all that mushy stuff we started talking to each other, and then the pizza's our teacher had ordered for us arrived, so we dug in. After that I started consuming my beer at a larger pace, seeing as I was a bit behind on everyone else. Then some people started leaving... bit lame, but yeah it happened. Well, it was only three or so, so it didn't dampen the party. Then John sat next to Marthe, and some real Kodak-moments were made. Him trying to grope her, her trying to pull up his shirt, and then everyone trying to make a scary look. Oh, and the groping part can be characterized as the following:
After a while our party got crashed by music-students, so naturally the festivities took a nosedive really. Nah, just kidding. Lovez you alL!! But, there was a decision made to leave the place we had rented, and to move on to a different location. The music-students then invited us to one of their cribs, and some of us accepted and tagged along. When we came there I was all out of beer, and was on my way down from my state of tipsyness. But that didn't stop this from happening:
It's me! Wearing a pink hat! How this came to happen went down a bit like this: My friend Lars started to say: "It puts the hat on so I can take a photo", and then I went "You go to hell, you mean drunkard!" and he continued "It puts the hat on so I can take a photo". And I finally obliged seeing as he was starting to creep me out. I put the hat on, made a mean face, and Snap! The rest is history. It might've gone down a bit differently, seeing as I was very drunk and I can't quite remember everything! LoLz, OMG!
Ahem. Yep. I might need to get to bed in a min, I'll just finish up this party-story first. Yeah, nothing much else happened really. I wasn't in a "woohoo"-state anymore when we got there, more like a "Yeah, whatever"-state without the attitude. I just practically sat there and listened to the music, and talked now and then. Wasn't a very engaging party really. And when it was all over I was told I was very much a "downer" at the party... Yeah, whatever.
Next week I've got my Oral Exam to look forward to. Whoop-dee-doo.
I might be back tomorrow with some musical recommendations or something. Note that I said that I might be back tomorrow. I make promises no more! Oh, and I'll probably write about Star Wars III seeing as I saw it on Monday.
I'm Leonard Nimoy, keep watching the skis. You heard me. Skis.
Hiya! It's me, senõr Lazy-man! I know I said that I would post the day after I posted last time, but I didn't. Not sure why. Think it was because I was considering getting up early in the morning to take the bus to Mosjøen, or something along those lines. Anyhoooooo, I'm sowee, and let's get on with the current post.
Last night we had a Farewell-Party, we meaning me and my class. We were at a local place that rents out to people that want to gather around and have a good time. The teacher that's been our contact-teacher, or whatever it's called, for the last two years was there and we gave him a few gifts as a token of our appreciation. I guess you could say he was moved by it all, seeing as he afterwards gave a very nice speech on how much he'd enjoyed the last two years with us. And he also said that he didn't know if he'd ever have a class as "good" as us again. I don't quite remember how it all went, but it was a very good speech, and I say that even though I didn't feel that I fit entirely under all the praise for the level of good grades my class has gotten. Well, I don't do too bad, but I'm by no means as dedicated a student as most of the people in my class.
Well, after all that mushy stuff we started talking to each other, and then the pizza's our teacher had ordered for us arrived, so we dug in. After that I started consuming my beer at a larger pace, seeing as I was a bit behind on everyone else. Then some people started leaving... bit lame, but yeah it happened. Well, it was only three or so, so it didn't dampen the party. Then John sat next to Marthe, and some real Kodak-moments were made. Him trying to grope her, her trying to pull up his shirt, and then everyone trying to make a scary look. Oh, and the groping part can be characterized as the following:
- To make (one's way) by reaching about uncertainly.
- Slang. To handle or fondle for sexual pleasure.
After a while our party got crashed by music-students, so naturally the festivities took a nosedive really. Nah, just kidding. Lovez you alL!! But, there was a decision made to leave the place we had rented, and to move on to a different location. The music-students then invited us to one of their cribs, and some of us accepted and tagged along. When we came there I was all out of beer, and was on my way down from my state of tipsyness. But that didn't stop this from happening:
It's me! Wearing a pink hat! How this came to happen went down a bit like this: My friend Lars started to say: "It puts the hat on so I can take a photo", and then I went "You go to hell, you mean drunkard!" and he continued "It puts the hat on so I can take a photo". And I finally obliged seeing as he was starting to creep me out. I put the hat on, made a mean face, and Snap! The rest is history. It might've gone down a bit differently, seeing as I was very drunk and I can't quite remember everything! LoLz, OMG!
Ahem. Yep. I might need to get to bed in a min, I'll just finish up this party-story first. Yeah, nothing much else happened really. I wasn't in a "woohoo"-state anymore when we got there, more like a "Yeah, whatever"-state without the attitude. I just practically sat there and listened to the music, and talked now and then. Wasn't a very engaging party really. And when it was all over I was told I was very much a "downer" at the party... Yeah, whatever.
Next week I've got my Oral Exam to look forward to. Whoop-dee-doo.
I might be back tomorrow with some musical recommendations or something. Note that I said that I might be back tomorrow. I make promises no more! Oh, and I'll probably write about Star Wars III seeing as I saw it on Monday.
I'm Leonard Nimoy, keep watching the skis. You heard me. Skis.
