Did you know that 48% of Facebook users between 18 and 35 check Facebook first thing in the morning? True story!

I am pretty sure I’m in that group. Most probably I haven’t gone one morning in 2011 where I had my first bite of breakfast before checking Facebook. Sad.

I took the bike to Monte Carlo the other day. When I arrived, I immediately ordered some lasagne. 50 minutes later, I still hadn’t gotten anything more than my drink, so I prepared to complain. The waiter didn’t speak English, I didn’t speak French, so I was unable to communicate my displeasure. From what I understood, he was still under the impression that all I ever ordered was a coke.

After I kicked him in the balls, kneed him in the nose and fried his face in the deep fryer he started to understand that he shouldn’t have fucked with a hungry man thinking he was gonna get lasagne. I left the place, not looking back at the explosions from the fire I started.

Exams are closing in.


Pas de noms et pas d'empreintes digitales


I cycled with two collapseable chairs from Juan Les Pins to Antibes yesterday.

I was the most tired person in french class today.

I came fourth in the poker this evening.

I am sipping to a glass of whisky.

I want to go ice skating tomorrow.

I think I heard a girl on the bus say something in Norwegian the other day.

I am pretty sure I don’t despise France anymore, only a itty-bitty-tiny piece of annoyance left.


Det er utroligt hvad man ikke kan, naar man af ærlig vilje ikke prøver.


As Norway yet again fades into memory, croissant infested France is moving closer, and I never before been so glad for bringing with me a couple of slices of bread with brown cheese.

Also moving closer is the ending of the semester along with countless exams spread over two weeks.

Sitting in Copenhagen Airport, watching it fill up with people as late night turns into early morning, I’m thinking about life and whatever, wishing someone would come and ask me if I want to throw frisbee with them.

I woke up at 03:40 today, I want to sleep!


Snubler i teppet når jeg løper for å ta'n


After all the airport problems in Europe the days after I returned, I probably shouldn’t have complained as much as I did.

Skiing in 20 blue gave me a cold asthma for sure, but something you have to sacrifice in order to be the next Bjørn Dæhlie.

We’re having a proper white Christmas in Arendal. On Christmas eve, the annual renewal of my wardrobe took place.


Kjører hjem til jul


Unaware of my plans to return home for Christmas, my mom and dad were kinda surprised when I walked into the living room this evening.

It’s not like she hadn’t suspected anything though. I’d been carefully planning this secret return, involving my siblings if not just to get a ride home from the airport instead of having to take the bus, and also of course to have someone to buy all my Christmas presents,.

It all started Friday afternoon with the plane from Nice to Copenhagen being 30 minutes late because the airspace over Amsterdam was closed. Anxious that I wouldn’t catch the next flight from Copenhagen to Oslo, I ran to the gate only to find that one also being 30 minutes late.

Those 30 minutes meant that I would have to run for the next flight to Kristiansand, but a flight attendant told me I would surely make it, even though when transferring within the country you have to pick up your bags, take them to the baggage drop once again and go through the security control one more time.

When coming to Oslo, I didn’t have to run at all, though. This because the plane touched the ground in Norway two and a half hours later than originally planned, due to heavy snow and cold leading to a long queue for the deicing and only one open runway.

8PM, as I turned on my cell phone in Oslo I had two messages from the airway, one that said the plane I just left two and a half hours late would be an hour late, one saying that they booked me on the next flight to Kristiansand; 6:30PM the next day.

At the information everything was disorganized, and the only thing new information hungry passengers got was a message to take a queue ticket. So I took a ticket with the number 4631. The current customer being served had number 4391. That would’ve been bad enough if each customer was served fast enough, but was even worse when they used on average 15 minutes per customer.

Not knowing what to do, I tried taking the airport express to Oslo to catch the train back home instead. Once in Oslo, I redecided, and went back to the airport to try and get a free hotel room for the night.

At Gardermoen, the information was closing, everybody was complaining, and the people at the information for some reason found that they could actually serve all these customers fast and painless. In fifteen minutes, they’ve given hotel tickets to around 50 people, me included, and resolved the whole line. Amazing what a little motivation to go home from work can do.

Waking up in my amazingly nice hotel room, I took a shower, had the best breakfeast ever, trained for forty minutes, had another shower, went to the airport, checked in, went to browse Oslo, went to the airport, took the plane to Kristiansand, took the bus to Arendal and rang the doorbell back home.


C'est la vie


We went to see Tangled today. It was by far the best 3d movie I’ve ever seen, not that says much seeing as Avatar was the only other I saw.

We had a weekend in the Alps this weekend. 15 hours out of the 47 hours we were gone was spent in the bus, 16 was spent sleeping, so we had some good 15 hours of fun. There even were some snow on top of all the ice in some parts of the slopes.

Currently hanging up some laundry. It must be the single most boring thing ever, right after watching Avatar maybe. Somewhere in the back of my head I think I hear something about efficiency making the job less boring. I refuse to believe that. My way of hanging up laundry is to hang up one piece, then check face, hang up one piece, check face.. And so it goes.

Christmas is knocking on the door, and I can’t wait to leave this rotten country.


Les aventures de l'homme aux cheveux rouges


The nice, middle aged woman had no idea I was peoplewatching from the bus driving on the left side of her car. She might not have started picking her nose if she knew.

At the same time, in the bus, the reason why I decided to look outside instead of inside the bus; two American girls talking between eachother in the most annoying way. “…and then I was like, and then he was like…” They used the word “like” at least three times in every sentence.

The man sitting in the seat besides me just left the bus. He was having a cold, and apparently his mom never told him to cover his mouth when sneezing, because parts of his last sneeze hit my screen. He didn’t even apologize. Bastard!


Est-ce que vous avez des bierre?


Yesterday I told everybody that Roman Abramovich’s boat was docked at the local port. I was wrong, instead it was the above boat; Katara, at only 124 metres (408’14’’) compared to Romans 170 metres, and with only one heliport as opposed to the two on the Russian’s.

I have a confession to make. Sometimes I exaggerate to make a story sound more impressing. Sometimes I make statements I’m not completely sure about just to make people think I’m right.

99% of the time I am right, though.

I could justify yesterdays lie with the fact that my head hurt so much after the preceding night’s drinking escapades that I wanted to cry.

I could justify it with a self-confidence that needs boosting.

I could choose not to justify it at all.

Been trying to do some Christmas shopping, but in the end I had to face the reality that is that I am physically unable to do Christmas shopping before the 23rd of December. If nothing else that shows that I’m a real man. Whooya!




Tried downhill skis for the first time since I was like 12 today. I didn’t have complete control, but it was obvious that I was the Norwegian of the two people in the group who tried it for the first time in a while. (It might be because he’s Brazilian and has almost never seen snow before, though.)

I’m hungry and have nothing to eat. Think I’ll go to a restaurant.

The winter is coming to the south of France also, someone actually claim they saw snow here the other day, I don’t believe them.

Cycled by an awesome hotel, the list of celebrities who’s spent a night or more there was equally awesome. I have big plans to befriend the staff there, so I will know the next time Will Smith comes to town.

I will also befriend the staff at the night clubs in Cannes, so I will know when the next party thrown by Jay-Z is held.

I have big plans to go to school tomorrow, even though I haven’t any classes. Hope to turn my bad tendencies around.

Wondering if I actually should get my finger out and apply for some summer jobs also.



Nous sommes arrivés à la danse


Met a Norwegian couple from Grimstad at the grocery store today. The world is small etc, etc.

Been waiting for our amazing internet box for two weeks now. Today we got a message that it had arrived at the store. The man at the store said he never saw anyone picking up the box so fast after it arrived there.

Went to an Italian party yesterday. We got lots of Italian food, that wasn’t wrong. Going home from the party I tried to find a bus, but a pirate taxi got there before the bus, so I gladly used 30€ instead of 1,7€ to get home a little earlier.

Supposed to make brownies, but the only thing I have to stir the eggs and sugar is a fork. Not sure how good that is.

I’ve begun my ‘too cool for school’-period. Pretty smart. Hope it doesn’t last too long.