ParadoxXx

Considering that I just spent the last, er, 3 days drunk or eating, I'm in remarkably decent shape. Somewhere out there is a hangover waiting to happen, but it did not happen this weekend. Only to the extent that it could be cured with water. 7 people, 4 days, and who knows how much alcohol and food. We played miming games with ridiculous results like swimming vampires (Kristine bit her arm and then swam, she was miming a leach she tells us, I say swimming vampire), flying Pinocchios (alleged hummingbird, come on, long nose and flapping wings?). We scrabbled and invented words. The great thing about Norwegian is that we make compound words all the time, so it's technically not totally out of bounds.

Now I keep discovering bruises everywhere. Next week will be so busy the hangover will not get time to catch up. Seeing a friend's brother dance at the Opera, concert in Synne's living room, mussels (moules frites!), dress shopping, trying to cram in writing a hideous essay about Spivak and Said, and a double helping of postcolonialism class on Friday (10-12, 16-18). And there's the matter of passing my exams. No one cares about those anymore.

ParadoxXx

Considering that I just spent the last, er, 3 days drunk or eating, I'm in remarkably decent shape. Somewhere out there is a hangover waiting to happen, but it did not happen this weekend. Only to the extent that it could be cured with water. 7 people, 4 days, and who knows how much alcohol and food. We played miming games with ridiculous results like swimming vampires (Kristine bit her arm and then swam, she was miming a leach she tells us, I say swimming vampire), flying Pinocchios (alleged hummingbird, come on, long nose and flapping wings?). We scrabbled and invented words. The great thing about Norwegian is that we make compound words all the time, so it's technically not totally out of bounds.

Now I keep discovering bruises everywhere. Next week will be so busy the hangover will not get time to catch up. Seeing a friend's brother dance at the Opera, concert in Synne's living room, mussels (moules frites!), dress shopping, trying to cram in writing a hideous essay about Spivak and Said, and a double helping of postcolonialism class on Friday (10-12, 16-18). And there's the matter of passing my exams. No one cares about those anymore.