Makeup befuddles me, whole stores of the stuff makes me question my sanity... "WHY THE HECK DID I COME IN HERE?!?!"

That's what ran through my head when I was trying to find a christmas present for Guro... She asked for a nail file, so I figured I would get a couple and some nail polish and a bag resembling the sack that Aunt Laura gave me for graduation since Guro said she liked it... sans tassel... tassels are weird and really should be used with caution. anyway, this was the expression my face was frozen in after entering said store and taking in the emmensity of the makeup and perfume and handbags...

utter confusion. I will announce it now, just so everybody knows. I WILL NEVER BE MORE OF A GIRLY GIRL!!! It is impossible. I have hit the top mark, there is no where else for my girly ness to go... it will evaporate, or be run over by whatever vehicle I was using... hopefully the truck or by dream car or my snowboard, or bike... motercycle maybe. :D This expression is back in place because I realised I can buy a bag of the same quality as the ones I was looking at, online... I didn't realize that there were classifications of bag besides sack, purse, tote and clutch... can someone PLEASE!!! create a table showing all of the possible species in the bag kingdom? it would really help my search... O.O

Anywhoo... My week was rather uneventful. I have had some more odd dreams, but they are not as memorable as the one on tuesday. Tuesday was my last day of class for a while. :) so I got to go home early and hang out. I slept in on wednesday, and tried to do something other than sleep, but it didn't work out so well, but eventually Weronica showed up and we hung out. We picked upher friend's daughter, 2 year-old Natalia, and after buying some pølse (and soda in my case) and went up to Borkenes (on perpose this time) to visit her godson! sooo cute!

All the kids there were very good in english, which was really humourous, I tried to talk to them in norwegian a few times but they would always respond in english... eventually I gave up, and ran away when threatened with Justin Beiber... (I need eggs... I think after this show is over I will go get me some... om nom nom) Eventually it was time for us to return Natalia to her mother and I went home. on the way I saw the lights on the ski hill on!!! it should be open within the next week im told, especially since last night it snowed about a foot! and it snowed again today!!!!

I really didn't do anything yesterday, besides read and eat eggs... ive been craving them... no idea why, because I think im getting enough protien in my diet... fish EVERY day it seems.

Today after a couple of failed attempts to invite friends to go shopping with me I decided that I would ask Karro. She came home and ran to the bathroom, leaving the door partly open. I knocked on the door and soon after she came to open it. She looked at me and screamed one of the top 10 most high pitched screams I have ever heard, then slammed the door shut. i stood there in utter shock, and thanked goodness that my nose was well away from the door. Then Karro opened the door and impatience ensued.

She ended up not coming with me and I vamoosed for the bus. I got to the city and low-an-behold my new visa card for extracting money out of the system! Then I managed to send my dear little brother's christmas presents and promised postcards... sorry mum, there are a couple addresses that are not yet written out, but i will send you the one I can get... i just have to locate it.

I managed to get something for Guro, but I am still trying to find a bag, and I found something for Mamma... now all that's left on my host family gift list is something for Ole-Peter... ugh...

And now I am going to go make eggs that will not dribble... actually I am going to rant about eggs then go make them edible!

Norwegians seem inable to cook eggs all the way through. fried eggs' yokes when barely poked will suddenly disintigrate all over one's plate. Boiled eggs when sliced will suddenly begin dribbling everywhere... DONT THEY WORRY ABOUT SALMONELLA?!?! RAW EGGS ARE NOT ONLY GROSS BUT THEY COULD BE CARRIERS FOR THIS!!! okay, so that's a cute picture (and something i personally would love to have, as well as the rest of the collection) but really, i wouldn't want to get the real disease... so I will continue to cook my own eggs to satisfactory, COMPLETELY! cooked-ness.

okay, I will leave you all at that, get some eggs and continue to watch the show on the free masons... did you know there are female free masons? and that PI was considered a sacred number? wonder if the knew about the golden ratio... hmmm... O.O <-(eyes glued to TV)

vi snakkes!!!