Ah, 'tis good to be back... The train ride was rather uneventful, with the only point of interest coming at one of the stations we stopped at briefly. Back when FTV had its trip in to Oslo, we each had to buy these week-long passes for public transport (I have no idea why, didn't use the bloody thing a single time while we were there). Anyways, I had to borrow the cash needed to pay for it from one of the other guys since I had forgotten my wallet.
So when it was my turn in line to get one of these things, I went up to the counter and plopped the note down in front of me.
The clerk sat and stared at me for a while. I stared back. He then stared more intently. I said nothing.
Then he asked "well, what do you want?". Apparently, you actually have to ASK for what you want to buy. you can't just hand money to a clerk and expect them to know what you want.
So, dull backstory aside, I was sitting on the train and looking out the window. After a few moments, I saw the clerk who had given me that pass come out from behind a corner and walk down some steps. Small world...
This is pretty far from Oslo, by the way.
Anyways, I happened to be taking the same train as a couple gals from here, so we got to share a cab on the ride to school. Nice getting to shave 66% off the cab fare and have someone to talk to while you're at it... Bread knife swordsmanship and zombies were mentioned.
So here I am yet again, back where I'm supposed to be. Namely, the nuthouse. I've been looking forward to getting back here... Getting back in the action, don't ya know?
Well, as it turns out, I got a chance earlier than expected. As I was taking my bags in to my room, I heard some people talking down the hall. After putting everything into place, I peek around the corner to see what's up (my room is at an intersection).
One of the doors is sitting wide open, and I can hear feminine voices chatting. Now, this isn't just your ordinary run-of-the-mill room with ordinary run-of-the-mill students... No, this room is home to a particularly special young lady. A particularly special young lady, whose voice was the deciding factor for me as I started silently creeping down the corridor, hugging the wall so as not to be seen from the doorway as I made my way ever closer.
Yep, that's right. Her.
I stopped a short distance away from the wide-open portal that had beckoned me, and listened. From the sound of it, the girls were relatively far into the room, so I had a bit of leeway when approaching the "sight range" of the doorway.
Creeping just a teensy bit closer, I stopped to steady myself.
After a couple calming breaths, I pumped my lungs full of air and quickly swung my head into the brightly-lit doorway, bellowing like a startled hippopotamus with Tourette's. One that was wearing a fedora.
I was rewarded with a chorus of shrieks, and the sight of seeing three girls who were lying on a bed and watching a computer screen suddenly attain unassisted flight and spin a full 180° to see what the **** was going on.
She managed to catch a brief glimpse of my impishly grinning face before I started sprinting down the corridor and outside, cackling like a deranged crow all the way.
It's good to be back.
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