Next time I attempt to cross the atlantic, I swear it'll be by boat.

 Does this look like my back yard, which I am supposed to be looking at right now?
 No? Yes?
Once again I'm stuck somewhere overnight while trying to get home. And I would be overjoyed to stay one more day in Norway, except that I have to spend it at an Oslo hotel, not at home in Vestnes. Oh, and in case you're not from Vestnes/are aware of my fantastic plans, I just stayed 48 hours in my lovely hometown, with its wonderful inhabitants. I might write about that later. Too bad I don't have pictures of people's faces when I showed up, I wasn't exactly expected there. But I have pictures, and will share them as soon as possible. In fact, I'll share just a few right now, the ones that I shot with my own camera.

Tante Aud and Sondre cutie, with the awesome hat I got him.

Amalie sweetie and me, waiting for the ferry to Vestnes

Kamillakjære, with glasses that fit her personality wonderfully.

Lars Erik and Silje, cute as ever.

Back to my incredibly bad traveling-luck.
Actually, there's not much to say. I take a one PM flight tomorrow, and when I get home I am not planning to fly anywhere else in the near future. So there.

There has been a slight change of plans..

Because though I am supposed to sit at a nice cafe in Paris now, eating croissants for breakfast, I am stuck in New Jersey. Yep, New Jersey. Was that even in my travel plans in the first place, you may ask, and the answer is hellno. Let me explain the 3 phases of yesterday.

Phase one, 4 PM ish:
Travel plan: Boston-Montreal-Paris
"I'm so sorry, but our flight to Montreal is delayed and you'll miss your connection, and all the flights to Paris are fully booked for the next few days". After a lot of running around, some unhelpful and some helpful people and a few panic attacks later:

Phase two, 9 PM ish
New Travel plan: Boston-Newark-Frankfurt-Paris
After arriving in Newark, being happy that everything worked out: "I'm sorry, we overbooked our flight, and you don't have seats. We can't help you." I go hunting for the airline I originally had tickets with. Nobody's around. I can't get a hold of anybody, I have nowhere to go.

Phase three, after midnight
Enter Sebastian. Manager-dude for United/Air Canada or one of those airlines. He did a lot of calling around and yelling at the right people, and suddenly it seemed as if I might actually get to Europe, though clearly the odds were against me.

NOW, 10.25 am
Travel plan: Newark-?-London. I think.
I got a hotelroom for the night, and am soon leaving to talk to Sebastian, as well as to get my suitcase back from the bastards who refused to give it to me last night. Hrmf.
As a finale, a picture of the best bed I have ever slept in.

We are destruction at its finest.

I'll be deaparting for Europe (Mainly France, England and Ireland) in less than an hour. Say no more.

I'm about to do something rediculously stupid, yet so fucking fantastic.

In other news.I got my semester grades today. And I have a new theory. If I hate a subject, I am bound to ace it, just as I am bound to fail the classes I love. Well, not fail, but close enough. If you didn't guess, I am not entirely happy about my grades. Next term, then. I've already started, I did all the homework due for today. Damn, was I proud. And my teachers were ecstatic, that says something about how often I do my work.

And now I'm seriously wondering if I can write just one single goddamn post without mentioning school. I've started a truly terrible trend here, guys. I swear I'll change, I swear!! Speaking of.. I swear too much. I swear to change my swearing? Uhm.. Might be in over my head on that one.