I only have five nails painted. Two are purple and three are dark blue. Just thought I'd let you know.
I'm wearing my new top I bought yesterday. It's turquoise and sorta babydoll-ish, in that I could be pregnant and wear this. It was nice weather for this top, but then it turned fugly. So, I'm glad I wore my fleece over it. I don't want any more rain. I cannot wait for Germany - it's going to be gorgeous and sunny and wonderful! But first, I have to go to Tromsø, where I hope it isn't snowing. It will be raining or at least cloudy and cold, but I'm hoping for no snow.
I'm thinking of doing a weekend in Bergen, which means I'm not allowed to buy anymore clothes here. It's alright to buy clothes now and then when you're working. But when there's no income, there's no shopping. And I have to stop now! Food, postcards, stamps, travel - that's it. It's going to cost me just under 600 to be in Germany for two weeks, so I'm going to try my damndest not to spend too much while I'm there. Maybe food and beer (cause it's so dirt cheap anywhere else but Norway), but no clothes!!! Absolutely not!!! I can't cave on that one...
Now I'm obsessed with money and I'll have to check my account online.
Scott, the new intern, is eighteen and nerdy. Nerdy in the Ivy League-journalist student-polisci major-glasses way.... so, there's no chance of us going out for beers. Sad but true. I don't think he could handle it, to be honest. So, I'll have to stick with Nina, Hanne, Camilla, and my flatmates for that distinction. I wish there were guys I knew and could hang out with. Like volunteers... but it's like they're not involved with anything. They're just in the database so that if you need an interview done, you call them. But they're not in charge of anything. Always the ladies who do that stuff. Which I totally support and love - women can do anything they want - but I'm getting sick of hanging around with girls. I need male. Not affection, attention or even action. Just a male opinion, smell, presence, etc. And Trond - and now Scott - are all I have. Sad, really. Oh well....
But you know what this means - - no Lars, Håkon, or other weird Norwegian guy's name to bring home with me...