*Sigh*, it is over then. The Russe-time has ended. The sad thing is, that unlike Christmas, it won't come again next year. We are the students who were born in 1989 and who graduate in 2008. I've had loads of fun, and I do think my fellow russ have as well.The picture to the left is the first day, when our pants were new, we were clean and smelled of rose-soap. Our hair was not filled with beer and other unknown objects and liquids.
I remember waking up on our couch in the living room the next morning. With my legs taped together, and tape all over me, even in my hair. My feet on the table so I wouldn't get mud in the sofa.
During the days of the russe-time I did do a fair few of the knots:
Pink feather
Toy-car
Ruler
Q-tip
Lollipop
Piece of wood
Knot
The etiquette from a beer can
Tampon
Cake-candle
Bell
Plastic cup
Wristband
Russe-certificate
Piece of an envelope
McDonalds-burger-paper
Piece of the yellow-pages
Gummy-man
One krone
Red fabric
Hard fruit candy
I actually did a few more, but I don't have any witnesses, so they don't count. Oh well.
Most of the days I've spent looking like a public toilet, with writings all over me. One day, Tora and I actually wrote "Stine + Johan = true" on ourselves to make it complete.
I've been quite drunk, danced a lot, laughed a lot, listened to horrible music (I blame lumber Jacks for that) and made lots of new friends. No I really mean friends (shut up Tora, not like that). And the dancing, weeell, not so much dancing as jumping up and down. It probably looked more like a crazy person doing the Indian raindance. If I'd had a bonfire and shouted uggabuggha, I'm sure it would've started raining immediately.
Other than that I've just been my slutty self, contributing to the motto: "we make norway cheaper", unfortunatly they'd removed the RIMI-bag-knot this year.
Tora and I've been bouncing up and down singing hubba bubba as always, doing things other people seem to think are quite random, but which is completely natural to us. I overheard my teacher saying to another teacher "Jorun (My math teacher) found LivElin in a tree this morning".
It's been great, and it's so sad that it's all over. I think i've made the most of it tho. Shame I got sick, but then, we all did. My red pants stink, like they're supposed to, with writings all over it. And some drawings of course. I especially like the muffin! Which started as a black dot I made when I was really bored in class, and which Tora had to fix, to make it look like a muffin.The name I was given was Nano, because I'm so small! C'mon! I'm not that small. The pictures on facebook lie. Lies! Never wrote it on my hat tho, I was hoping someone else would come up with a better nickname to be honest, but it seems like I'm surrounded by people with total lack of fantasy. Either that, or people just think of names that are even worse. . Probably the last one... bastards..
Events I remember particularly:
I went to school with the headmasters name written on my cheek
Drank a tray (in lack of a better word) of beer in a phone booth with Jakob, Ulrik and Tora. And when we finally finished I couldn't decide whether to throw up or pee first. Didn't have much time to think before my body decided for me and I actually jumped backwards throwing up.
Drinking a cider with to tampons in my mouth. I will never drink that cider again
Waking up thinking.. "Oh god!"
Eating ice cream at Tusenfryd. The sprinkle falling down, and with my attempts to eat them before they fell down, got ice cream all over my face. People laughing who clearly didn't understand the seriousness of the matter.
Thank you for this wonderful time I will never forget
