(free told by memory, blog posts, photo evidence and organizer for 2010.)
June
Uteseksjon had summer party, I drank an unknown number of beers, and the next morning I sat on a bus to Kristiansand to carry fire. I returned home the next day, terribly tired and quite sad. 9. June, I had the last day of Uteseksjon, I got cake and hugs. A week later I had the last day of the menu, and I was very pleased when I handed in my keys and went from there. I danced at Dr. Jekyll's with Ingo, Carro and Hanna, and a Swede had a pretty unsolicited strip show for us. One Monday I went to Kristiansand, once again, spent Tuesday alone in the sun with a book, water and cigarettes on Bystranda while Andrew was busy with preparations for the party, and Wednesday was the ball in honor of Andrew and the other fresh officers. I could not tolerate the food (laktoseintolleranse-yay), drank me too drunk, had spilled an entire beer on your new dress. The next day, Thursday, I had to get off the bus twice to vomit on the way to the train back to Oslo, and I swear that I never again to drink beer CB. Friday, I sat me in a packed car with the best girls, and the rest of June was spent at Roskilde warm-up, sun, laughter and an unknown number of "frames" Tuborg.
July
July began with concerts, sun, Strawberry Daiquiri Grandis Simo, Bacardi Razz, hvitivin and Roskilde. We drove home to Norway with Cher in the speakers, sore throat and brown, tired bodies. The next day I was on Hvervenbukta with Dessie , Ingo, Hanna, a few beers and a whole damn watermelon, I took this year's only bathroom, and in the evening I took the saddest phone call I've ever taken. The next day I had the first day as executive officer on temporary social security and had to take breaks for the bathroom to cry because I had a broken heart and rotten conscience. Thursday I saw Sex and singellivfilmen the cinema with the girls, just to think of something else, but I was busy coughing up dust and urine were not catch the action (I do not think I missed out on so much). Friday we had Roskilde Reunion in the park with a case of beer and playing cards and ølkubb, just four days after we got home. I was with the aunt and cousin Kaja Hege at Oslo Live Festival, I worked 7:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. each day, was visited by almost the entire family from Bodo, had a damn epic afternoon / evening / night / morning in the park / at Dr. Jekyll's / at Trym, and gave away the Malta-my ticket.
August
Instead of going to Malta with Andreas, I went to Copenhagen with my mom and little sister, and back in Norway had Ingvild housewarming where we danced until the next morning. Hanna celebrated Friday the thirteenth, and the week afterwards had Jesper housewarming. I had last jobbuke on social security, school started again and I wrote the job applications to the large gold medal. We celebrated the birthday of my mom to see Jean Michel Jarre stepfather from the sailboat, and a fantastic fireworks in the rain.
September
September was a really tough month. I slept too little and had too much to do at school, but it happened a lot of good too. I Frey to death on Granittrock, so Susanne Sundfør the Opera House, went to London with Dessie and Carro and spending too much money on, among other things, 17 new briefs. I celebrated the birthday of Martin and concluded party to put me on the wrong bus and call stepfather at 4:30 with the introduction "Hello! Where am I? There are some blocks and a roundabout and a Spar shop here? "I started working on leisure and brush the dust off my old skills in billiards and table tennis. Moreover, we became traumatized by a innpå little Afghan at Bob's, Shellac Creek celebrated his birthday and I and Dessie had a photo shoot with red wine at Audun, who finished with that we had perhaps a little more laughter cramps than you normally have on a productive photo shoot.
images are either my own, or taken from here , here or from facebook.
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