I have discovered that my butt doesn't get sore enough to disturb me while vegging out. It should disturb me. Maybe the sofa needs to be more uncomfortable. I have done absolutely nothing this weekend, besides watch tv, write my critique (which took only thirty mintues), buy Coke for Ingvild (which involved running across the street to the corner store - took all of five minutes) because she was throwing up and needed some fizz. Yeah, I did do one load of laundry. I know that Sunday's are hard to spend elsewhere, especially in Europe because nothing's really open. And that means I should have gone out yesterday, but it was raining all day. And I mean, all day non-stop. I don't really want to get wet and sick again. But that's such a lame excuse. Ingrid offered to take my to this birthday party last night - bring your own food thing. But I'm kinda glad I didn't go because she didn't get back until like one a.m. And I felt weird and super tired by about eleven. That and I didn't really feel like meeting people who I know I'll never see again and feel out of place while trying to make their acquaintance.
The other thing that's holding me back is lack of funds. I spent enough on going to Skien. And it's not like it wasn't worth it, but now I have to spend more money on food. In order that I get that same amount back for next month. But maybe I'll have a family to live with and having more than 1000 kroner a month would do some good. Couldn't hurt. Means I won't have to spend money on food. So, I think I'll push to find me a host family soon. Maybe I'll take Hanne up on her offer to live with her. Although, I would still need money for food because I doubt she cooks at home a lot. No, I want a family to stay with - but in Oslo, close to work. I would hate to have to get up earlier to come to work everyday. Ick. I just remembered, I have to pay to get to the airport tomorrow. That's 160 kroner. Shit. I think I'll go to the ATM tomorrow morning.
This doesn't put me in a good mood.
Old episodes of Charmed and Gilmore Girls do, though. Sundays are good for somethinfs, I suppose. See, this is why I need school. I wouldn't mind doing research on some paper due for a german class. I'm such a nerd.