A text update.

Because I keep forgetting to take my camera out with me while I'm on my adventures. This will have to change.

The past few days have essentially been me resisting settling into a school routine. After classes, the new Thing seems to be myself, Mike, Tim, and whomever else converging on the Blindern campus cafeteria for dinner, which is absurdly good, and then going off either to a pub of some variety or to some party far too crazy and loud for my delicate sensibilities. The days consistently start and end with tea, usually with frantic attempts to catch (and subsequently miss) the most convenient train into the city, a quest to explore some new part of the city, a search for alcohol, and then the inevitably intoxicated quest back home.

Yesterday morning until about 5pm was, in fact, recovery from one such adventure, but after 5pm I set out with my intrepid hallmate Tim in search of food. I think we both need to face the fact that there is no such thing as a cheap restaurant in Oslo, and we will simply have to learn how to cook, but we did eventually find a reasonably priced place to eat not far from Nationaltheatret. I had my first burrito since leaving the states *.* and while ostensibly not Mexican enough for my preferences, it did come with a nice helping of fresh tomatoes, cheese, and sour cream; what more do you need, really?

We wandered up to the palace after that, which pretty much provides the prettiest vantage point of the whole city looking down Karl Johans gate. I would've taken a picture, but ignoring my earlier statement that I didn't bring it with me, it actually has lousy low life performance, so nothing would've come out well anyway. But it was very amusing, to me, how if I'd wanted to, I could've walked up to the palace and poked it with a stick. You'd be hard pressed to get that close to Buckingham Palace in London, that's for sure. Anyway, we wandered down to the harbor again after that and sat on a pier for a bit just enjoying the peace and quiet. It doesn't take much wandering in Oslo to find yourself completely isolated, to the point where you don't even feel like you're in a city at all anymore. But on the flipside, take two steps backwards and you're back in the thick of it again.

That was really the extent of our excursion out into the city, though, and we ended the evening watching Monty Python, WKUK, Dylan Moran, and the Dutch comedian Hans Teeuwen on Youtube. For once, no alcohol consumption happened, and it was quite nice. My wallet thanks me, too.

Hadet bra!