Why is it that I can’t wait to get packing weeks before I have to, then when the time comes and I really do have to, I find myself too lazy to bother? Which is kinda weird, considering just how excited I am about going back to my lovely Wolverhampton. At the moment I am sat yawning, haven’t really slept much at all in such a long time, so tomorrow I am gonna try and force myself to a proper lay-in, knowing I probably will wake up around 8 – 9 am. It is the cause of working 12 weeks this summer that has ruined my sleep routine. Before I was pretty good at this sleep thing, when not having to get up early could easily sleep ’till 11 am. Now I am lucky if I make it to 9.
Went out last night, partying in the park with my awesome mates. That was the last shalabang before me and my housemate take off into the big, wide world outside the walls of Norway. It’s kind of impressive how drunk I can get from so little. Because drunk – that I was!
I should try and become slightly more representable now, seeing as we are going to Monica and Erlend, to celebrate his birthday. I look like a crack-whore who has just woken up in the gutter. Not my best look.
So long!
Last note edit; Check out Helene’s blog.








