My 100th post.

*pops open a bottle of champagne... or BonAqua... or simply fills a glass with tap water* Woohoo! Let's celebrate, eh?

Or not.

Finally back in Oslo and the weather is GRRRREAT! I'm planning on going outside. In a minute. Came back yesterday. This time, the train ride wasn't exactly as dauntingly tedious as I thought it would be. I'd actually managed to do some of the things I was supposed to do, like to read my latest literary challenge, "Wide Sargasso Sea" by Jean Rhys. Well, I managed to read the whole introduction, at least.

Didn't really get to sleep that much, as there was this slightly tipsy fellow who kept walking/waddling back and forth down the aisle talking to himself. In addition, there was this elderly chap who sat behind me and kept talking loudly on his cell phone. "SO, I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD COME OVER TO YOUR PLACE AT AROUND SEVEN?!?!?!?... YES!!!... OF COURSE I CAN!!!" And of course he'd drunk beer, so I could sense the gentle whiff of alcohol not only from the aisle where the tipsy chap was waddling, but from behind me as well. As the phone-talking dude still kept on chattering in 150 decibels while I was trying to sleep, I also noticed that his breath turned increasingly sour by the minute - up to the point that I had to turn away from the glorious landscape outside my window. Sadly. Sigh. I wasn't really annoyed, but... Ok, maybe I was a little annoyed. Oh well, it was just a train ride.

It's strange, though, how much you notice the little quirks of other people sitting around you when you're in that kind of situation. Then you start imagining how they are related to each other; their pasts, presents and futures. Then, before you know it, you've created a whole synopsis of a novel. Amazing what a train ride can give you! Maybe it's because you're more prone to getting bored. Maybe it's because you're likely to not have that much to do in such cases. Maybe both. But I have to admit - it is kind of fun.

Meanwhile, I'm feeling a bit homesick. I miss my family. I miss Mom. I miss Dad. Don't miss their nagging about the same trivialities, though (!). Even though most of my friends have returned back to their respective cities to study/work/both, and even though we're spread out all across the country, I still miss them. One considerably more than the rest, but that's another story...

Aaaanyway, I should really go grocery shopping before it gets too dark. The sun's starting to get that eveningy, sunsety glow. And it's only 2pm. Dude. And of course, the roads are icy, with some parts where the ice has melted so that it gets even more slippery... aaand the road workers haven't managed to gravel them yet. Drat. I'll manage one way or another. Just walk like an old lady. Easy as pie. Until I fall. If I fall. Ugh. Anyway. Enough nonsense for now. I'm gonna get going now.

Joy to the world,
Elise