It's my birthday today.
I can now officially buy my own beer and cigarettes. This is pretty much like heaven for me, even though everyone says that it's no big deal turning 18.

Todays first present was a necklace, from my grandmother, which looks like the end of a curtain.

Mm. Yeah. Laters.

Spain rocks. We`ve stolen oranges, and I draw a face on one of them, and called it Stian, so now it`s on every picture we`re taking. Awesome.

The beer here costs about 8 NOK. Nice. The bartender at this bar I`m at now is awesome too, he makes me laugh `till my stomach hurts. I love him.

Tomorrow we`re going to this mountain village that the Romans made thousands of years ago. Also awesome.

And one of the book publishers told me that my book will be published if I give`m 20 000 NOK. They will send me the first exemplar of the book together with something else. Awesomest.

GTG. Bye.

I just found out that I'm 500 NOK richer because of a lady called Rigmor Kaarvaag Ceesay who lives in Drammen. Apparently she missed the digits and the money ended up in my account.
I have two reasons for believing that:
1: I don't know a Rigmor in Drammen or anywhere.
2: There's a edit in the bottom of the bill saying "thank you".

So. What should I do? I found her cell phone number.
1: Send her a message saying "no, thank you".
2: Send her a message and tell her what happened.
3: Give her a call, and hear if she sounds hot, then make up some lame excuse to give her the money in Drammen. (not very likely, since her name is Rigmor, my guess is that she's half-blind and nearly dead.)
4: Whistle, and pretend that she meant giving them to me, and said thank you because she's Christian or something.

Make your vote, and spit out your opinion.

!:I'm up for my oral exam in english tomorrow. I've watched Scrubs the entire weekend, and I'm reading a great, great book. So. Now I'm starting to read what I'm supposed to read.

":Tuesday, my dad and I are heading for Spain.
I have to remember to shave my legs before that, seems as they're the legs of a man.

#:Also. I met a great girl this weekend. She's so freaking amazing.

¤: I BOUGHT FLOWER STICKS TODAY.
It's awesome, and the guy who sold it, complimented me the whole time.
But that's probably just what they do. Anyway, I love it, and I'm going to be pro.

%:I have yet to buy any christmas presents at all. And I have like, four hours to buy them all tomorrow. Mh. YAY.

&:I've sent Christmas cards for some of you. The rest will probably have them in their mail box in -07. And iloveana, I think the letter for you will be delayed as well, for some Christmas reason thingie they have in the norwegian postal offices. But no worries.

Yesterday I sent a mail to ten different publishers about giving out my own book. And so far four of them have given me positive response and I've sent them my script. Three have yet to give me an answer, and the rest aren't publishing.

I'm not pregnant, I'm slightly disappointed, but utterly relieved. I would've been a great mom, and reddmeg, a great dad.

I got my essay about photography read out loud in the english class today. And our scary teacher complimented me beyond any expectations. I think things are going my way in December.

I've also lost another four kilos. Living alone as a student is the perfect way of loosing weight.

And woooo~, two weeks 'till I turn 18!
If no one of you send me birthday cards, consider our friendship over :(


frank
torggata 11, leil. 201
3744 skien
norvej

So. I'm extremely bored nowadays.

Who wants christmas cards in their mail box?

So. Since none of you took the hint of me posting my new address to my kick-ass apartment, I'm collecting your addresses, so I have something to keep me busy, because I don't have internet yet. Do'h. Update: I've nearly finished my self portrait, and it looks slightly like me. Yay. I haven't taken a pregnancy test yet. I don't know. I'm shit scared? I miss someone who I can feel completely safe and my self with. That's what I want for christmas. That and a washing machine.

Yeah. Anyway.

New post another day.

I have nothing to write about.
I was supposed to have my period a week ago, but I think that the guy I met on Saturday, who told me he wanted to fuck me, made me pregnant.

Crazy.

reddmeg is the cutest with dreads in the back of her head standing right out. Spjooiiiing.
We also drank a purple bottle of wine yesterday.

I'm desperate about season 5 of Scrubs. Someone please send me.

AND OH, btw, my new adress:

Torggata 11, leil. 201
3714 Skien
NORWEII

I know I'm a sucker for replies, but I love letters.