The weekend is over and the show must go on. Another week is starting, a week that's pretty much a blank slate so far. Nothing planned, but it is a safe bet that it will contain working, going to the gym and groaning over high food prices.
Come to think of it, my life from the point where I stand seems much like living in limbo. I have no immediate goals, no very serious concerns no strong wants or needs. I look at the path before me and find myself feeling more than a little indifferent. I need to find some creative outlet but I fail to find activities that manage to excite me.
Which is why, I realize, I have been working myself so hard in the gym for the past few weeks. It is an outlet for a lot of bottled up energy and frustration. It too seems slightly the oxymoron that I'm frustrated over not having anything to get emotional (e.g. feeling frustration) about!
Anyhow, I've managed to write a blog entry for the night. It does not hold much content in it's short length I will have to admit. The plan is to try and become a habitual blogger so that when something worth writing about does stumble into my life I won't be to lazy to sit down and write it down. Clever, am I not?
Goodnight.
Sunday, 13 April 2008
Hi, I am Adam
Yes I have not written anything for quite some time. I blame the lack internet in the combination with privacy.
Tonight was another Oslo night. A Saturday Oslo night at that, albeit not a crazy one. Should I be regretful or thankful. Probably the latter.
These last few months have been interesting, I've relocated. I've drunk a bit of Amunds Pils, cheap Norwegian bear for the unenlightened. I've been home, I've been drunk at several establishments. I've met several interesting people, and many not so interesting.
A highlight was Sonnie sniffing a 28 years old blond girls hair in front of us in line for our coats at closing time. It is a strange world when we after that can convince her, and her friend that we are not stalker rapists and I at least end up kissing something semi-pretty. (Not the blond mother mind)
But enough of highlights, tonight I am alone. I am finding myself in the unpleasant position of being drunk enough to have impaired writing skills yet not drunk enough to stop brooding or fall into sweet forgetful sleep. I am going to eat, I am going to sleep. Just not yet.
A thought arose, that I might have an unhealthy fetish for girls named Maria. I am on my third pretty girl named Maria which have left me more than a bit disappointed. Other names belonging to people whom I am interested in has yet to reach two. It's still not all that statistically unlikely that I "fall" for more girls named Maria but I need to watch how this develops. A "fetish" (used for lack of a better term) for a name seems rather pathetic and out of character for me, but hey it's hard to rationalize everything.
I ought to write some more on a little project that I have, you might have guessed that it's poetry. In a strike of inspiration I started writing something when I was home in Karlstad over the easter and have yet to pursue any serious continuation here in Oslo. hopefully that will come as I feel that this may be the best thing I have ever written. So stay tuned for that.
Tonight was another Oslo night. A Saturday Oslo night at that, albeit not a crazy one. Should I be regretful or thankful. Probably the latter.
These last few months have been interesting, I've relocated. I've drunk a bit of Amunds Pils, cheap Norwegian bear for the unenlightened. I've been home, I've been drunk at several establishments. I've met several interesting people, and many not so interesting.
A highlight was Sonnie sniffing a 28 years old blond girls hair in front of us in line for our coats at closing time. It is a strange world when we after that can convince her, and her friend that we are not stalker rapists and I at least end up kissing something semi-pretty. (Not the blond mother mind)
But enough of highlights, tonight I am alone. I am finding myself in the unpleasant position of being drunk enough to have impaired writing skills yet not drunk enough to stop brooding or fall into sweet forgetful sleep. I am going to eat, I am going to sleep. Just not yet.
A thought arose, that I might have an unhealthy fetish for girls named Maria. I am on my third pretty girl named Maria which have left me more than a bit disappointed. Other names belonging to people whom I am interested in has yet to reach two. It's still not all that statistically unlikely that I "fall" for more girls named Maria but I need to watch how this develops. A "fetish" (used for lack of a better term) for a name seems rather pathetic and out of character for me, but hey it's hard to rationalize everything.
I ought to write some more on a little project that I have, you might have guessed that it's poetry. In a strike of inspiration I started writing something when I was home in Karlstad over the easter and have yet to pursue any serious continuation here in Oslo. hopefully that will come as I feel that this may be the best thing I have ever written. So stay tuned for that.
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