Still writing..

I'm still here at Sophus Bugge, trying to write. I don't have much left, but I really want to finish it before the week-end. By now I have loads of stuff to write, it's just that I really, really need to go and do a number two. But as there are no private toilets in this place, I daren't. I'll just have to hold it in and try and concentrate. Not at all as easy as it sounds, as it feels as though my behind could explode any minute. I wish I had Carine's strength, she can crap anytime, anywhere.

Met up with Jeanette last night, it was nice. Haven't seen her in a while, as she's attending LIPA in UK now. She gave me a carton of cigarettes as a birthday present, gotta love that!

Meeting Pia next week, as she's home from Sweden. Why does everyone have to come home at the same time, and while I don't even have time to go to the toilet before I leave for school in the mornings?! If I fail to do my essays and therefore fail my exams, it'll be all their falut. They obviously don't get the whole University-thing, where one actually has to pass on ones exams, something that requires some effort...

Ah, complaining, complaining. Maybe you should keep writing instead of putting all the blame on your friends, huh?

The Sophus Bugge Library

I am currently sitting in front of a computer at the library at The University of Oslo. I am supposed to write an essay about Edgar Degas' Viscount Lepic and his Daughters crossing la Place de Concorde.

I guess it's kinda interesting, but I just can't get myself to write today. I feel like I have everything inside my head, it just refuses to come out through my fingertips and touch the keyboard in the right places to form an essay on the screen.

Franz Johan, my parents' black cat is finally home again after a week and a half of disapperance. We thought we'd lost him, and mum was sad because he's her little baby now that me and my sister has moved away from home. And I was sad, because I love him sleeping in my bed at night when I'm there. And other than that, he's got a great personality too.

Anyway.. I guess I should continue writing. Or at least try. I've got a week and a half left to do it, and it's only four pages, so I should make it. It's just... you know...