It feels weird and a totally waste to switch the clock to summertime when its snowstorms outside. Cant we all just go to sleep, and wake up when the summer holidays starts? That would have been something. I´m tiered of snow.
Life. You eat, you sleep, you kiss, you fuck, you fuck up, you drink yourself drunk, you smoke some cigarettes.
You want to do something, but what? Time is going so fast, and you have no idea where you are going. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Friday you finally feel alive. Saturday you do it right and get slizzard. Sunday your in panic of all the things you have to do, but still, you cant find time to do them.
Pour yourself a drink. Light another cigarette. Put on the song that takes you to strange places. Feel alive.
I have been in Berlin for a week. I have been getting drunk every night for a week (except two). I have smoked Lucky Strike for a week (and apparently you can smoke inside in Berlin. I hate smoking inside.) I have slept in average 4 hours every night, and I have been getting home around 5 in the morning. Other cues: sushi, the u-bane, danke, white trash, hangover, drama (who would have thought that we are all aged 20 and older?) and jägermaister. I have had the time of my life.
Newflash: I´ve started working for NRK P3 again (this time as an understudy, not as an intern), so much more educational that actually being at school. So I ditch it. Make sense, right? I have applied for magazine journalism and feature writing at southampton solent university next year. Can`t wait. I am going to Berlin next week with my journalism class. Now I just have to find someone ore something to write about while there. And, I have purchased the perfect midnight-blue 90s dress, and I have discovered how much I like to wear black with dark blue.