I taught my teacher how to say/yell "FAEN".

...Meaning, I taught my teacher to swear in Norwegian. I feel accomplished. And he was the one who asked me to teach him and my fellow students. God, I love LS.

Other than that, I just want you all to know that today is my awesome Amalie's birthday! Love you sweetie, hope you had a great day.

Ah, good old, old times.

Vikings don't need sleep.

It's 3.30 AM, I just got home from Newark, where I saw the concert of my life. Now, I've only seen something like 5 concerts, so that doesn't tell you a lot, but holy shit, they rocked. And who rocked? Muse did. Now I have a test to study for, and some other stuff. Which is perfectly fine, because I have my monster, and sleep is for the weak.

Aand they ended the show with Knights Of Cydonia. Perfect, oh so perfect.

Hey guys, guys! I have a thesis!!

First, to all future employers: This blogpost represents the young, careless me, and I am sure that by the time you read this, I've grown into being responsible and timely.
There, once that's out of the way:

If you are, probably because of a serious lack of things to do with your free time, a frequent reader, you will remember me talking about an essay on Beowulf, the epic from the 500's. Yeah, this was more than a week ago. If you know me well, you already know what's coming next: *drums*    I haven't written it yet.
It's not just that I haven't finished it, but up until right now, I hadn't even started. Finally I figured out a partly acceptable thesis-statement, and that's all I have so far. Of course I was so proud of this accomplishment, I had to share it with you at once.

I should also mention that I just had some friends from Oslo/Franklin here, which was great. They are my God-parents, and Katrina has been my "little sis" all my life. Basically they're all family, Brian too even if he's not with them on this trip.

Then all there is for me to do, is to finish my essay! The internet is a scary place, so anyone could, in theory, read this. So just in case: Mr W., I'm sorry about the essay, I'm a terrible student. I promise I'll work on my priorities!

Meet my new friend!

This is my newly purchased friend and companion for the next year, mr. Piggy B. Anks. Yes, such an original name. I'm planning to feed him on a regular basis, and by next summer, maybe he'll be fat enough to butcher. Mohahahaha! Ooor I could just open him up without killing him. Yeah, I think I'll do that.

 

Did you know that going to homegoods is pretty dangerous? We went in for towels, and came out with towels + 300 dollars worth of other stuff. Like Mr. B. Anks. And pumpkin/spiderweb shaped pasta. And a halloween cookie jar. And a delicious looking sparkling something. And the list goes on. Was it my fault? Yes, partly. But my dad is just as bad as me. Now you must excuse me, I have some zombie shaped/glaced sugarcookies to attend to.

Now, THIS is a wall.

Ah, this was one of this day's projects. I'm happy. And no, I do not have a rubber-ducky fetish, they just keep coming into my possession. Not that I mind, but just sayin'..
Back to my newly finished, lovely wall. This gives me a feeling of home, and shows me those things I would never forget, even without the pictures. And if you're reading this, I'm guessing you're probably up there somewhere.

The problem is, I had many things to do today. Three essays, among those things, all due tomorrow. And other stuff. You're looking at what I spent all my time doing, and now it's almost 10 PM, I've finished one of those essays, aka the easy history one. And I'm wasting time here, because I don't really want to write about how Silone and De Sica ennobled and dignified the poor through their books/movies. I do not want to compare Barardo Viola's and Antonio Ricci's responses to their respective belittlement either. And after I have done that, I truly don't want to stary studying the Anglo-Saxon traditions, to be able to argue whether or not Beowulf's actions corresponded to them. To be fair the subjects are actually very interesting, I just don't feel like doing anything at all right now. I'm certainly not in the right mindset to write interesting essays. I'll marvel at my wall for a bit longer I think, and then we'll see.

Take the bus? Whaaaat?

Small issue here. My dad usually drives me to school when he goes to work every day. My dad also just left for an urgent trip to Indiana. How the heck am I getting to school? I sound like a spoiled brat, I am aware. But I'm not quiite certain about the bus's whereabouts, or when it shows up. I know it's early, before 7 sometime. Meaning it would be sensible to walk to school (An hour-something-walk), so I could sleep longer.
I don't know what to do. So.. someone, anyone: pick me up tomorrow at 7.30, and you'll forever be my hero.
Thankee.

Even for me, this is quite impressive.

The first day at my new school today! Everything was great. I woke up early, got ready in time, got a ride to school, and followed my schedule for this Monday, with my freeblock, bio and French 2. Do you see the problem I didn't see this morning? Yes? No? I'll tell you: Today is not a Monday. Today's Wednesday. It would have been more helpful if I knew that some time around 7.50.
Let me give you an idea of how I thought my day was supposed to be, versus what it was supposed to be like:

Since I had a freeblock I couldn't notice it in first period. About second period.. I don't know what happened. I was not to have biology today, but my teacher was expecting me, so maybe he was as confused as me. Hey, I got to dissect a cow's eye. Again. Yay.
Then for French 2. At first, I was shocked and slightly scared. More than slightly, infact. I didn't know that the teacher would be speaking only French. Not only that, but I could only catch some words here and there, sometimes a sentence. The thing is: my class had no problem with this, they understood everything. Was my French really that bad, and their experience so superior to mine?
So, she asked us all questions about ourselves and about things in general. Indeed, I was the only student to say "Uhhm... What? Can you repeat that...?" And she did. I still didn't understand it. It was horrible.
After class I talked to her, and after a brief discussion, she found my error. "And, oh, this is French 5, for people who have had French since middle school". 'Guess that explains a little.

It's been an interesting day, I must say. And I have some explaining to do tomorrow to some teachers and my housemaster. Also, I already have an essay due for Wednesday next week, from the only class I attended that I was supposed to be in, aka Modern American History.

That's enough school-talk for one night.