jeg skal skrive lit på norsk, fordi jeg ikke gjøre nok om det :) bare SMS's og medlinger på nettet, så her vi gå! Og jeg vet alle skal ikke være rett, men hvis du er norsk du kan lø på meg når du se meg (etter jul kanskje?)
Denne uke var vedlig moro! Jeg jobbet på en cafe nær kanabogensentrum, en storer sted den bysentrum. cafeen var i en gamelfolks leilihet sted, men det var vedlig fint! kjøkkenet var ikke stor, men storer den Subway-er jeg jobbet for... Geir var min boss, jeg snakket om han i min siste post. :)
Okay, so I can't fully describe Geir in norwegian yet, but I will try to write more in Norwegian for you, and I would love to hear Mum trying to read what I write på norsk :) If anybody films her while she's trying to read it I will give them a hug... but it needs to have sound or the whole exercise is useless :)
Okay, Geir! He is very energetic and a big tease, he really reminds me of Dad. The first day Geir asked me if I had a a norwegian boyfriend yet, i rolled my eyes at him. during the rest of the week he told one of my fellow non-norwegians that she needs to get herself a husband. I cannot remember her name for the life of me, and communication between us was rather difficult, but we got along pretty well. She has been in Norway for about 6 months, and has immigrated here from one of the contries neighboring Sudan, and Ethiopia... or maybe it was Ethiopia, but Im sure the contry's name started with a vowl.
Geir told her and then Greta (who is wonderfully talented with making tomatoes look actually acceptable on ones table... as well as cream and fish... Im not quite sure how she managed that one, but the skinless ... laks... what is the word in english... oh! there is is! Salmon! she made a mostly skinless salmon look halfway tasty) that they need husbands, and he would be willing to help them find willing candidates. Then he remembered me. Thankfully he decided that he didn't need to help me find a husband, he has deemed me too young. :D but according to him Im a weird one because Im not searching for a relationship... i think both of my families are kinda thankfull for that... ;D
During this week I was told that I was an angel (because I took his dishes for him so he didn't have to walk to the trolly) (sorry, distracted because I changed the channel and suddenly the TV was calling my name... quite literally... I think the character was in danger of being killed by a dragon... or maybe he was... I just know there was a dragon and my name... cool huh? It seems that this is an apocaliptic or post apocaliptic world where dragons have been rampaging... awesome!!!) I was also told that I pratte vedlig flink norsk...
The last day I was there Geir told me to decorate the caramel pudding. Which meant that I had to whip the cream and put it in one of the cool squeezy pouches with the pretty making (haha! I have suddenly reminded myself of the Uglies series!)tip. Greta had been the one to do the decorating, so it took me abake that I was suddenly incharge of making the desserts look as pretty as they taste... I had to make sure a few times that I had understood correctly... I had finally gotten up the courage to start making interesting designs on one of the puddings when Geir yelled "NEI, DEVYN! NEI!!!" I jumped much to his and Greta's amusement, and as soon as I understood that he had been kidding I set the pouch down and walked over to my laughing boss to flick him. He gave me a hug, still laughing at my expression. He said that I am welcome to work there whenever I want to during my breaks! Im not sure if I'll get paid, but it's fun anyway!
Today I had my math midterm... actually, the test was yesterday, but because i heard the wrong day so I was a day late. But thanks to my wrangling abilities one of the tests was found and I got that and some graph paper as well as "5" hours... I think I used about 3... then halfway through the 2nd part of the test... the part that calculators were allowed in. ugh. I tried to continue with my ipod's calculator, but it just doesn't have the right buttons. *sigh*
I finished all that I could of the test and realized Jostien and Yngvild were also testing in the same room. Im guessing Yngvild was testing in french since there was a french-norwegian dictionary with her. :) I dont know what Jostien had, but im pretty sure it had something to do with needing to read lots... and write. Glad im not either of them. :D
After I got out of the test (2 hours early) I walked down to the city and picked up the package from home! I decided that even though it was large and an ackward shape I could handle taking it down the road of doom. So I did! I now have all of the presents (not all of them for me mind! they are for my hostfamily too!) stacked on the chair at the end of m bed... I would like to note that I cannot wait to open the one from my brother, as it has pretty paper and a cute note! :)
Oh! I forgot, one of the most difficult partsof working at the cafe, besideds the 9 cuts (or groups of cuts) that I got on my hands, (the most interesting one being from an electric meat slicer, you know the one that makes deli meat like slices. Though it wasn't from the blad its self (thankfully) it was the jagged, sharp, heavy pushing mechanism that is supposed to allow for one to slice the ham without getting ones fingers caught by the blade, however the hams were too long to use this pushing thing until I cut them down to size. I guess I was slicing a little too vigorously because it fell on my hand and I now have a little patch of scrapes) anyway, it was tough because we listened to the radio and every once in a while the song I associate with my dad would play... at least once a day. But it really didn't help that a song that should not be heard by AFS students (particularly those very good with english) shouldn't have to hear at this point in our lives.
here is the link to the singer's official website, you can listen to a clip of the song it's called home for christmas, and I think you might understand why AFS and other exchange students could get a little saddend by this. http://www.mariamena.de/media.html
Anyway, I got home and instead of going shopping with Kristin (she bailed) I relaxed for the first time since I learned I was supposed to be taking an exam... Yes, I actually tried to study. (suprising right Mum?) And now, I have a break for a while. I was told this week that I am going to be recieving grades (which I had not been getting) when school resumes after break... ARGH!!! but for now, I am sitting happy and full after eating all but one slice of pizza, half a bottle of cola and some wondefull dark chocolate with ginger and lemon bits in it... om nom nom.
Oh, the movie's over. The dragons are dead, and Im trying to decide if watching Beowulf is worth staying up past 2... maybe a shift into my pink squirrel pjs (Remember Erynn, pink not blue... if you read this that is... so many late night conversations that should not be repeated or written down or conveyed in any way happened while in those pjs, and who knows how much sugar and caffeine was used to spawn those half mad ramblings... but anyway, pink, not blue.) It sounds like Karro is planing on waking my up at about 11 tomorrow so we can go to the ski hill.
That's what I'll leave you tonight... Im watching the tail end of The Perfect Storm, and it's very intense, even when you can tell that the some parts are completely animated. Oh well, changing before Beowulf. and I'll reminise about my first time watching it while I do so. :)
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