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[Kagus]

Lot of stuff to go over, but I don't really have the time right now to go through all of it.  I'll try and fix up an update later on.

Suffice to say that this weekend would have been just as mind-numbingly dull as the others, were it not for the fact that dearest John Smith (who took off on a cabin trip with a few others for the weekend) said I could use his computer for the time he was gone. 


A computer that has a Super Nintendo emulator with around 750 SNES games on it, not to mention several gigabytes of music (a fair portion of which happens to be my type).

You do not waste hours on Harvest Moon.  You waste days.

[Kagus]

So, anyways...


The folks from theater, who have been working very hard on the whole Jungle Book affair, were awarded a little "celebration party" on Saturday.  They took off to a few rented cabins where they drank themselves silly, as is the Norwegian way.  However, everyone else caught wind of this and invited themselves along for the show.  There were about six or seven people who stayed behind.  Since I hadn't heard anything about partying before they actually started to leave, I didn't even get a chance.  Not that I would have actually gone, mind you.


One of the folks going was pirate-goth-Pythonite girl, and so I got to get a report on some of the more interesting goings-on at that party (in English, no less).

I was awarded with a list of some of the people who attained high enough levels of proximity/intoxication to "mess around" (mind you, I don't know exactly how "around" they "messed".  Could've been relatively tame, or it could have been a full-blown orgy.  It's just folks around here tend to get too drunk to actually do anything beyond slobbering on each other).

One couple was slightly expected, since I'd seen the two of them cozying up at the first party (well, actually, she was cozying up to him.  He was utterly oblivious, as he usually is).  Another was not too surprising, as it involved one of the slightly more promiscuous (my English is going down the shitter...) girls around here, and a friend of the guy involved in the first mix.

Third one was a shock.   The female component wasn't too interesting, as it was a girl who just really gets into the party and had probably had too much to drink.  Male component was the Greek guy.  The one X's heart was beating for.


That...  Was unexpected.  I commented that X probably wasn't too happy about that particular combination.  In response, PGP said that X had said that she was "over" him.   

I feel sick after writing that last sentence.  It reeks of empty-head teenage girl, and not in a good way.


Well, okay.  That was a highly unexpected development.  Not sure what I'm gonna do about it though, since I'm pretty sure I've squashed just about any chance I might have had with her, even if she isn't interested in anyone else.

Combine this with the relative timing of her proclaimed "overness" (that is to say, shortly after finding out that he had been decidedly more interested in someone else), and the statement which might not have helped me in the first place just lost credibility.

Right.  I have gone from buggered to double-buggered.  And I'm the one who keeps buggering myself.  Abusing one's self is supposed to be fun, dammit...


Moving on...   The Fairy Gnomeparent thing is finishing up on Thursday, and I still haven't gotten anything more than one card proclaiming a disinterest in seeing my genitalia.

However, someone else hsa had it even worse.  A gal in outdoorsmanship was almost in tears yesterday, since she hadn't gotten a single damned thing from her secret friend.  She hung up a poster repremanding whoever her gnomeparent was, and telling them that she had a heart, too.  A heart which had really been hurt by not having even the slightest hint of affection from her secret gnome.

And it was particularly bad for her, since all her buddies knew who it was who had her, and were refusing to tell.


Well, I can't stand to see people like that.  And I had a couple Christmas cards left over since incredibly-cute girl had started actually getting stuff from her gnomeparent.

I still didn't have any candy though.  So I jammed about $6 worth of washing machine coins (which equates to six washes, if you were wondering) into the envelope and said it was from her gnomeuncle.


Okay, my time's just about up, gotta dash.  Suffice to say that she was beamingly happy after finding the thing, and went around telling everyone about it.  She even hung up a new poster thanking her gnomeuncle.

[Kagus]

Whee.  Thursday was the school's big Christmas party, where everyone's gnomeparent exposed their true identity by buying a gift for their charge (and tagging it with their name).

I happen to be relatively close to the dude who ended up with me, so the fact that he only drew up one card was acceptable.  Especially since the loot he got for me included a pack of very high-class marzipan and a DVD ("Cry Baby", with Johnny Depp).  Plus, I got another delightful drawing of me as a psycho gremlin. 

The wrapping paper was particularly nice as well.  He'd grabbed a few sheets of economic advice for young adults that one of the administrators here had left out so we wouldn't be completely clueless.  The really funny thing is that using those free sheets of paper (he was forced to, since he had forgotten about getting a gift and didn't have any wrapping paper) was indeed more economical than purchasing wrapping paper.

My own charge was quite happy with the minor trinkets I picked up last-minute.  Unfortunately, she's somewhat lactose intolerant.  That means the milk chocolates I've been passing her all this time haven't been used in quite the way I was expecting.  But she seemed happy enough about the whole ordeal, so it worked out.


The evening also included lots of traditional Norwegian Christmas food (animal parts you were never meant to eat + salt), and some dreadfully uncoordinated dancing around the tree.  Dancing which somewhat required the person to be well-acquainted with traditional Norwegian Christmas songs in order to follow along in even the slightest amount.

Well, just remember my motto:  "If at first you don't succeed, fail in a spectacularly entertaining fashion"


Friday was a little traditional goodbye to all the students before the school closed down for Christmas vacation.  I got to sing along with the rest of minichoir.  But since people didn't quite show up early enough, we didn't get any time to warm up.  And since the night before was a rather late one, most of us had "morning voices".  Yay.  Not embarrassing at all.


Well, now I'm sittin' around in the apartment where my parents are currently squatting.  Nice to not have to get up every day at 7:30.

The only thing that's kinda depressing about all this is that we don't have that much left of the school year left after we get back.  In fact, we've only got 9 full weeks.  The rest is pretty much vacation time.


Dammit...  I'm really gonna miss that place.  I almost feel like enrolling again, but I know that that's probably not the best course of action.

Y'know, if the F&TV guys could manage to pull together and make a miniature film company that could actually keep itself afloat, that would be friggin' Nirvana (or Nerdvana, whichever you prefer).  I love working with these twits, and I don't think I'd be able to really get into the Film industry under other conditions.

Hell, nobody knows what they'll be doing after this year's over...  But hey, we can always dream. 


Right?



In other news, MY COMPUTER!!!   Ohh, this is wonderful...  Finally get to work on a functional machine once again...   And to add to the fun, we've apparently hit the jackpot.

My uncle, who organized the attainment of this machine for me, recently came into possession of an external hard drive that someone he knows used to have.

An external hard drive with 300+ Gigabytes of music on it.


Now, to get all this onto my phone...



Cheers,
--Kagus

[Ryo]

Congratulations on the computer

And did the girl in outdoorsmanship find out that you decided to be her gnomeuncle?

[Kagus]

Yeah, guess I forgot to mention that.  Someone else told her, which is really the best way of getting that info across.  She then told everyone nearby.

I'm starting to get a reputation as a really, really nice guy.  But although that is indeed a very "nice" reputation to have, it's not really what the gals are most attracted to (despite whatever they may preach from time to time).


Plus, I still smell weird.

[Kagus]

My relatives are insane.  I can't sleep until noon tomorrow.  It's 2:08 in the morning right now.

Merry Christmas everybody.

[Kagus]

Just found another picture of me as a caveman.



Here I am trying to get the lighter to work, in order to properly discover fire.


EDIT:  Quick question while I'm here:  Any of you folks hear of a CS player called "executer"?

[Strife26]

About what I imagined you as looking like Kagus.

[Kagus]

What, no tentacles?

[Strife26]

Don't make me photoshop them in.

[sonerohi]

Don't forget the mysteriously flying black cloak.

[Kagus]

I like cloaks.  They can conceal my writhing mass of tentacles when not flying mysteriously.


Anyways, newsflash.  I have finally discovered what women (well, anyone really) are really attracted to.  It's quite simple, really, but also remarkably difficult.

Confidence.


I spent some time trying to figure out what the common link between all the "desirable" guys at school was, and discovered that they all had confidence (or at least were comfortable with themselves).  It's merely unfortunate that these guys are confident either because A) they're so blown up with their own ego that they can't not be confident, or B) they're too daft to realize they've got nothing to be confident about.

This revelation was backed up by an article my dad just read about a couple Brits who run a "boot camp" for checking out girls.  These guys are by no means made in the image of Adonis.  One of them's a short ginger with dreadlocks.  However, they are capable of getting into the "good graces" of a girl inside of five minutes.  Any girl on the street.  A claim made by many, I know, but these guys can actually do it.  All boils down to confidence.

This led to a chat with my parents, who then shared some stories about guys they used to know who had absolutely nothing going for them, except confidence.  Damn lady magnets, at least by the aging recollection of my parental units.


So, yeah.  Guys of the world, I give you your revelation:  We're all screwed.

And not in the way we want to be, either.


My only hope is to realize that there's really no reason to be worrying myself about this stuff (it'll either happen or it won't), and just relax.  That would give me confidence, and thus make me attractive.

My only problem is that I think too goddamn much, so I can't fool myself into falling for that.  Damn me and my plan-foiling ways, I'll get me back one of these days...


But yeah, think I'm gonna try and focus on just goin' along for the ride when I get back to school (which starts this Tuesday, by the way).  Since we're getting closer and closer to the end of our year at Skiringssal, I'm starting to wonder what's going to happen afterwards...  Where we're all going to go.

I've had fantasies, of course...  Thoughts about getting the guys together and making little shorts and comedy sketches, maybe trying to get some money out of it...  Sandefjord's kind of a "local" place, we might be able to sneak some time on a very local station if we're good enough.  It'd be a lot of work, but damn would I love working with these loonies.

Ah, the dreams of children...  But hey, why the hell not?  Isn't that how a lot of these famous groups started up?  Besides, it's a fun thought.  Think I'm gonna share it with the dudes when I get back, just for kicks.


The 300+ Gb of music has gone back to the person we loaned it from, but I managed to snag a nice amount of stuff to go through.  I'm certain that there's more stuff on that disk I would've like listening to, but such is life.  My uncle (the one we loaned it from.  He got if from someone else) said he would put the whole thing up on his network, so we could log in and download stuff if we felt like it.  So I can check in if I feel I missed something, or if my collection starts getting a bit stale.


I managed to find some bands I'd never heard of before, and that I like listening to.  Including The Cult (forgive me, I've been living under a rock), Tora Tora, Thunder, Nazareth, and several other unusual picks including the entire Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, Beatles, Queen, KISS, Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix collections.  I even managed to find some really weird stuff, like an album from Syd Barrett's solo career that includes failed studio recordings and some really, really strange songs.

Fun stuff.  I'm gonna be occupied for a while...


EDIT:  Found a picture on Facebook that I thought y'all might like to see.

[Asheron]

Anyways, newsflash.  I have finally discovered what women (well, anyone really) are really attracted to.  It's quite simple, really, but also remarkably difficult.

Confidence.

... blabla ...

My only problem is that I think too goddamn much, so I can't fool myself into falling for that.  Damn me and my plan-foiling ways, I'll get me back one of these days...

I know this too. Fortunately, I seem to have less problems with this than most people. However, I must say my confidence tends to get quite a boost every time I am near another near-alcohol-induced-coma ( dwarfy ! ). Not the most desirable solution, unfortunately. Since your think "too goddamn much", something that might help is thinking why you shouldn't have confidence. I challenge you to find a reason.

[Kagus]

I spend most of my day trying not to think about that, thank you very much.


Heh, I used to joke that I'm intelligent, nice, funny, good-looking, and most of all modest.  The only thing I lack is self-confidence.

[Kagus]

Nucking futs.  Got to bed at 3:30 last night, after spending a couple hours running exterminator duty on a neighbour's PC, which was hit pretty damn hard by numerous flavors of malware.  I've been decidedly smashed for most of the day.   And the damn thing still isn't clean.

Not feeling too hot right now.  After a jam session where I sounded like a chimpanzee with diarrhea trying to play guitar, I felt a little less gung-ho than usual.  I have a few people I try to find when I'm looking for a bit of companionship and entertainment.  One of them was half-sleeping in his room with one of the girls in our "group", one of them was in the jam session and had wandered off with the third member, and the last was trying to get a picture into an old and very stubborn frame.


Not much else to keep me occupied.  There were a couple gals from interior design going around and taking pictures of how people fancied up their rooms.  As I walked past, one asked where it was exactly that I called home here.  I pointed over her shoulder just as her traveling companion told her that I lived in my roommate's room.

To add to that somewhat insulting recognition, they didn't ask if I could open up and let them take a picture.  I don't decorate, and the only decorations my roommate has put up are a cloth on the table and a poster that says:

WARNING
PRIVATE PROPERTY
KEEP OUT

UNLESS YOU
HAVE REALLY
BIG BOOBS

As such, the room was not exactly a candidate for interior design consideration.  Can't say I blame them, but that kinda means that our room is going to be the only one left out.


On the bright side of things, we got around to showing the film teacher our synopsis.  He's very enthusiastic about it, and has been encouraging us to give this thing our full effort so that it turns out as good a film as it can.  I think this means we get a little more leeway in regards to deadline and maximum length.

I mentioned the miniature film company thing to a few of the guys, and they all agreed that it would be really cool to do something like that.  I'm pretty sure the idea stuck in the heads of at least two of them, so we might end up talking about it a bit more.  Hell, it's just fun to think about stuff like that.  Nothing wrong with a daydream, right?


On Friday we're going to be visited by the students from last year.  We'll have to entertain them with some of the stuff we've cooked up so far, and just try to make things a little cozier for their visit (after all, they will be coming back to "their" rooms and seeing strange people living in them).  This thing's kind of a Skiringssal tradition, with last year's students being given a little tour of their old stomping grounds.  Afterwards, the kitchen chief takes them up to a special cabin and throws a party for them.  We're gonna get similar treatment when it's our turn next year.

My roommate is apparently off doing...  Something.  He won't be arriving back at school until next week.  Means I get the place to myself, which is quite the luxury.

Eh, gonna try finding some companion-esque folks again.  I can hear a couple of them next door watching some Wind in the Willows series.  And I know that one of them is off with his film group, trying to keep a straight face as the rest of the team attempt to butcher a script so screwed up there's really nothing left to butcher.  Drops has proven, in writing, that he is mentally disturbed.  I have honestly never seen anything quite like this before, it is utterly astounding.  I don't really know how to describe what's tainting that paper.


EDIT:  Adding injury to insult, my partner in film suddenly remembered that he had a doctor's appointment tomorrow.  Earliest projected time for his return would be 2 in the afternoon, around which time the sun is already dangerously low on the horizon. 

This means I have to take control of the filming tomorrow, and try to figure out some last-last minute logistics problems we're still dealing with (and we can't proceed without fixing them).  On top of this, I'm actually playing a relatively important role in the film, and thus can't stand behind the camera the whole time.

Unfortunately, the position of cameraman has to be assigned to someone who actually has a vision of what the scene is supposed to look like, otherwise it will be completely wasted.  The third member of our group is remarkably useless in creative affairs, and thus can't even be trusted with a position as cameraman.  I'll need to find someone who I can explain the setup to.  And we can't just film the parts that don't include me, due to continuity issues with terrain and light when we try to fill in the blanks afterwards.


Woogh...  Tomorrow's gonna be a backbreaker...  Or at least a headbreaker.