Gave in to to the peer pressure majority (2 to 1) and cut off most of my hair. Quite comfortable in this lovely heat, and the hat stays on a lot better.
Archive for the 'Girls are strange' Category
Spent the morning reading, saying adieu and doshing out cash on clothes and a nice black hat. I’d show you if I also had wasted money on a digital camera.
They sit around the monolith in anger, despair, hope, joy and grief. All but one statue. It’s the dead among the living that I noticed and remember, not the labyrinth or the monolith.
Does the bridge tell a story?
So, Sunniva and Ingrid sent me and Joachim on a guided shopping spree, to upheave our wardrobes and give us coolness. Expensive, but I liked that shirt. They may have a point, though. The pants are good.
Now playing:
Pyotr Il’yich Tchaykovsky
1812 Overture, Opus 49
Some people like to have now-playing boxen on their diaries. I don’t see the point, really. Most blogs are lame enough as it is without random music names thrown in.
I wish I had CSS Kung Fu but I guess I’ll just have to stumble along.
Næmmen? Gildet er ferdig. Biørneballet vart riktig så flott, sjølv om det vart temmeleg dyrt etterkvart, særleg med nesten fullt nachspiel. Eg laut gje meg før Plaza, men eg klarte Frognerseteren. Fint nytt våpen mot RK fekk eg også.
På tide å roa litt no, og ta opp at treninga, kanskje. Eller skia.
Aaaaand we have a royal heir. She’s a girl, so when poppa dies, she’s the queen. Both the momma and the poppa are standard Norwegian pink, though, so my dream of a coloured regent will have to wait at least thirty more years.
