all my senses come to life while I'm stumbling home as drunk as I

Lately I've woken up and thought that I really love my life. And it's not been a joke. We tend to compare ourselves with peers on our own age, especially in the twenties. And I do it a lot, but then I think: "if I do that, would it make me happy?". More often than not, the answer will be no. I'm currently listening to Ghost Stories by Coldplay, because I just finished listening to Multiply by Ed Sheeran. I was actually quite surprised by the latter, because I've heard a lot of the new songs from the album, and I haven't really felt a connection to them-- which was my biggest fright. But once I listened to the whole album, I realised that I'd actually heard quite few of the new songs, and I really liked the album. It feels like Ed has opened himself a bit further, when it comes to the context in his lyrics? Maybe it's just me, but I can sense a lot of truth in the lyrics, and that's really brave of him. Fuck, 11:11. I can't tell if it's coincidences, or if I actively (like, my subconscious) try to look at the time. Yesterday I celebrated my birthday, and we actually found a place to eat. It was still a bit strange, because it still felt like just another day we decided to meet up and have dinner together, not my birthday celebration. It was especially strange when I was opening presents. It just felt a bit misplaced, is all. Anyway, my belieber friend and Sugar left quite shortly after each other, whilst Kiwi, Marble and I continued the evening together. We actually ended up walking across a TV recording, and there was supposedly a mini concert. We were a bit late because we took a few pictures, so we only got to hear Margaret Berger sing in the background, we didn't actually see her. After that we went to the end of Tjuvholmen, which genuinely is my favourite place in Oslo. I like to just sit there and listen to the waves, because it brings me inner peace. Kiwi also pointed out that the place makes us strangely philosophical, which is true. We almost sat there for two hours, pondering about life and being in the twenties. But then it became too windy and cold for us, so we started walking again. Marble asked me what I wanted to do, and I said I'd like some hot chocolate. Instead we ended up at a pub with drinks, ha. I really enjoyed the evening, because none of it was actually planned. All I knew was that I was going to eat at a restaurant with my pals, and that was it. We only decided on the restaurant when we walked past it, and I initially thought I'd be home at 10:00 pm, but instead I ended up coming home at 00:30 am. There's surprisingly a lot of people out on Mondays. I've got a late shift at work today, so I need to go have a shower. I am going to be so tired tomorrow, because I am most likely going to stay up and watch the game between Brazil and Germany tonight. Can't wait, actually!