Slow Sunday evenings.

A rather short update today; yesterday I went to IKEA with Tim and Ray, where I bought a lovely new duvet cover, some more sheets, towels, and a desk lamp, meaning my room can return to its state of cave-like dimness now that I don't have to use the rotten overhead for everything. We had a wonderful lunch at IKEA--Swedish meatballs!--and later on in the evening, after some complications, got dinner at Peppe's Pizza. Normally eating out is expensive, but we made an exception yesterday.

Here are some photos from the adventure:

"Tim, I think that belongs to Ray--"

"No it doesn't."

"YOU, SIR."

Halliburton, the turtle plant. I suggested the name as a joke, but apparently it stuck.

Today has been slower. I did homework this morning, mostly Norwegian and about 125 pages of reading for my Nordic languages course, plus flipping through the compendium for historical conservation. Sundays are becoming comfortingly slow, since all I did was some laundry and take a walk with Ray around Sognsvann lake. I wish I'd had my camera, because there was this frozen mist rising up off the snowy surface of the lake that made everything look misty and ethereal. I ended up with frost all over my hair, apparently, and I'm gutted I couldn't see it.

Oh, the fire alarm went off again when we got back. Stupid fire alarm.

Tomorrow is another Norwegian film night: Cold Prey! I know that Tim and I plan on going, and the rest of our group may as well. I'll report details tomorrow undoubtedly.

I like my routine. Before I go, have some Owl City: