Entering the vending business, or not?

I'm getting prepared to move all my things to another place when I continue my studies somewhere in our beautiful country. Seemingly Trondheim has good things to offer, and I'va actually got some friends there already. Good for me.

I've been bitched at because I'm being lazy when it comes to blogging. Someone must seem to think my life is very interesting, and I feel that sharing is the only proper thing to do. Now.. where to start?

I've come to the somewhat sad conclusion that both me, and my guinea pigs are better off in a separated state. They are to be sold, together, to a loving and caring family, preferably with a kid or two, around the age of ten. That's a good age. Kids seem to be curious small people, and I'm also a curious person, just not so small anymore. At all, actually..
Anyway, back to my two babies, Chewbacca and Princess Leia. They are awesome, and I will miss them very much indeed. I rest confident that they will get a family with more time on their hands than what I can match up with today. That is a good thing.

This saturday I introduced some friends of mine to a special place; The place where beer has a rightous place in cooking. I made sauteed fish, cod-fish and catfish (I believe this is the correct name for steinbit), and to accompany that I made my supersecret special sauce with depeeled tomatoes, beer, sauteed zuccini, red onions, mushroom and lots of pepper, salt, chili, basel, and other spices. With this, a batch of fresh pasta. It was good, it was tasty, and I got great from Haidar and Mehdi. They did quite the job I must admit. We ate, enjoyed ourselves, and had red wine to go with the fish. Choice excellent!

Haidar and I went dancing at Copa Cabana, it turned into a nasty latino dance battle.. We settled it over a few beers, I knocked him to the floor, and then he smashed a beer on my head. It was a nice evening!

To be honest, we actually did behave. We did dance, though. And it was fun. I always regret not taking any pictures, just like saturday. Next time around I will definetely consider having batteries for my camera. Next time around.

Choosing between sickness and health, I prefer the latter..

My days in sickness are over. So I have chosen, and so I hope will be the truth. Close to death, you may find yourself asking, but fortunately it only felt that way. I am a man, and so my sickness will be percieved worse than it actually is. Or is it? Subjective perception can be relative, and some will argue for the percieved schisma of male and female pain. Nuff said.

Anyway, my night of horror has past, and I'm holding my food now. (For those wondering, it passed upwards, not downwards in an obliterating pace) I missed an important meeting, most of it anyways, I at least got well enough to argue in the case of the budget and the account. (Thank you Olav, my head is not really up to date from my refered-to night, tough little word that account) Good thing that went relatively well.

I've also concluded with one little thing. I will not be pondered with writing long elaborate blog-posts. Why? Simply because I procrastinate, and by writing more short ones, there will be more of them. Quite clever. I will pat myself on the back when I get around to it. Procrastinating, it's a way of life.

This blog-post seems to me as being almost as pointless as the excellent movie Napoleon Dynamite. You should see it. It's sweet. Be mindful of the liger. Oh, and one little thing. Pedro lacks political experience. Vote Summer!