A little comic relief.

There's nothing more therapeutic than watching someone do the fish slapping dance. IT must be better actually dancing it yourself. Bet it does wonders for your skin. The slimier the fish, the better.


Signing off (with a tinge of blah),
Elise

Ok, this was a little weird.

I'm still a little aghast about what happened earlier today. The thing is, I didn't really know if he was who I thought he was, and to this moment I still don't. Ok, here's the story:

I'd been writing on my Spanish lit. exam all day and I'd gotten a text from a friend of mine to meet up with her and some other friends for lunch at 2pm. So there I went, happy-go-lucky on my way to the cafeteria to meet up with them, feeling quite content with breathing fresh air again instead of the stuffy one inside my flat. It was raining slightly on my way there, so I'd brought my umbrella. Once I got to the end of the street where I could see my faculty building, suddenly this guy appears coming towards me. He basically wore dark clothes and had a black bag with him, probably on his way to the gym just nearby. He also wore a navy blue hooded sweater and had the hood covering his head because of the rain (go figure). But what caught my attention was the face I could distinguish from underneath it. The thing is, he kinda looked like the Crown Prince.

I looked at him, he looked at me and I thought to myself: "No, it can't possibly be him, can it?" and averted my eyes so that I wouldn't give the impression of staring unnecessarily at him. Still, as I was just about to pass him, I stole a glance at him yet again and I noticed that he was still looking at me. At that point, one word sounded in my mind: "Awkward..." I averted my eyes yet again and quickly passed him by.

At that point I thought: "Was it really him? Nah, it couldn't have. I mean, we're talking about "Krompen" here! (Mind you, that was the first name that came to mind at that time.) Why in the world would he work out at a place filled with students? And there of all places?! How random is that! I mean, seriously, the Royal Family must have some sort of gym to themselves, right? One would expect them to not have to mix and mingle with us commoners? The NRK weatherman is understandable, but HIM? Nah, that's impossible. Or is it? I mean, he did have the beard and facial features all going for him."

I turned around to see if I could still see him from where I was, but he'd already walked too far for me to check. Besides, to walk back, tap his shoulder and ask him in Jærsk: "Du, åm du verkele æ Krompen?" would not exactly be the way to go, would it? I mean, if he really was, I'd really be making quite a spectacle of myself. (His name still didn't manage to enter into my consciousness at that time either.) And besides, I would be too gobsmacked to say anything sensible anyway.

So I just stored that at the back of my head and continued with the scheduled lunch.

So yeah, needless to say, that was nothing short of strange. I mean, I sorta' knew that the Crown Prince goes incognito, but if it were him, it was still puzzling as to why he would work out there, of all places. I mean, he's not exactly a student anymore, now is he? At least I'd expect him to work out somewhere else, like SATS or Elixia or the likes. That sounded more like him, for some reason. But THERE?! Anyway - alas, alack - the answer to my question will never be answered. Hence, the identity of this guy will remain a mystery forever.

Unless I spend my time at the gym 24/7 for the next couple of months.


Signing off (puzzled),
Elise