Sometimes, I understand. When I do, I stop making any sense whatsoever. This is because understanding cannot be explained. At least that is what I tell myself.
And so that was christmas, and what have I done? Well, for starters, I've been relishing in the relative comfort of home (the real home, as it were, a very different place from my regular home), relaxing and conversing with friends and family. I also got drunk, which is to be expected, since it's a Norwegian tradition that must not be broken. However, I never really got wasted, which was strange. Also, this christmas I seemed to constantly end up at nachspiels featuring the smaller sisters of old friends, which was kind of bizarre.
Our tree this year (or rather, last year) was as crooked as the president of the U.S., it flatly refused to stand straight in any way, and it also fell dramatically towards me on one occasion. If it wasn't for a luckily placed piece of string, I wouldn't be here today. Or at least I would have been hurting somewhat more.
That horrible curse of holidays, family gatherings, were present this time as well, only in very small doses, thankfully. To everyone's surprise I not only survived, but also found a small speck of enjoyment in it. I guess that's the magic of Coca-Cola or something.
Other stuff:
New Year's Eve has come and gone, and it is something I probably shouldn't speak of. Not that there's much to say, anyway. Suffice to say there were a lot of fireworks and some booze involved, and much talk of women's private parts.
Finally saw Stalker. Loved it.
On the music side of things, I'm currently looking into Devendra Banhart (got his new cd for chrismas). Right now, however, I'm listening to Norwegian gypsy-punk band Kaizers Orchestra, who are very noisy but still quite good.
Edit: Oh yeah, Happy New Year, bastards.
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