Kodaline was cancelled yesterday, and it near damn broke my heart. Well, slight exaggeration. The thing is; watching Volcano Choir was awesome, don't take me wrong. But it was a rather spontaneous choice to see them live. However, Kodaline has been in my mind for months. I found out about them in Spring, then they came with their debut album in Summer, and then we found out that they were coming to Norway on tour. And the time Kiwi and I were sleeping over at Marble's a few weeks ago (month? I've no idea), we were listening to Kodaline late at night and chatting about the concert. We had just managed to get Marble to join us (I'm not pro group pressure, though. We had asked her earlier, but it wasn't until then she decided that she wanted to come along) and it seemed like it would be such a nice evening. I guess, maybe it was too perfect. If only you had seen our faces when we realised that there would be no concert yesterday. To be honest, there were a few moments where I could probably have started crying. But the thing is that prior to all of this, I had a really nice day. Like, I was very excited and giddy (not during the bloody boring lectures, though). And it was just really nice, to be honest. And when we were sat at the restaurant, and we'd just realised that the concert was indeed cancelled, I couldn't find it in myself to be that mad, really. Sure, I'm really really sad that this might have been the only opportunity to see them live. Or the fact that it might have been the only opportunity to listen to them perform the songs from the current album. Nevertheless, I had such a great night yesterday. Even if we couldn't find one cinema that played a movie after 6:45 pm. Or if the concert was cancelled. I got to see Oslo Cathedral for the first time, went through the Christmas street for the first time this year, bought roasted almonds, got ballet lessons by Kiwi, walked through the most quiet reading room for law students, and a lot more. I don't know, but I really appreciate these kind of things. We went back to Kiwi's and drank hot chocolate with cream (me not so much cream. Kiwi and Marble, however -- a lot of cream), played a few games (nearly pissed myself laughing), watched a couple of episodes of New Girl. And then we went to bed. I woke up at 6:30 am in panic, because we'd fallen asleep after the alarm went at 6:00 am. I'm usually really good about waking up and all, but I think we were all a bit tired from the day before. When walking to school, I fell on my knee. And in further inspection, I'm a bit red there, though that's about everything. Strangely, this accident made me happy, because it shows that my body hasn't completely grown old yet, and I can fall without having to get bruises and a hurt knee. We had four hours with lectures about pathology. It was basically just to refresh our memories, but it was good nevertheless. Albeit, I'm always a bit doubting when the lecturers try to be cool. It's like with my old favourite teacher. The first classes I had with him, I pretty much hated him. Thought he tried too hard-- and from times to times, he did. And I had the same feeling with our lecturer today. It was, however, refreshing with someone who wasn't from the stone age (soz, but they tend to be rather old). After our lectures, we met up with my belieber friend in a group room. Kiwi left us after an hour or so? It's always really nice to catch up with my amigos. My belieber friend and I was sat there until 4:50 pm? And then we walked together to the train station, where "I live" (no one's going to understand this). When we parted our ways, I was about to put on some music, when I realised I had a missed call from Ale. I told her I'd give her a ring after I got home because I don't really enjoy speaking on the phone when everyone can hear. So, we spoke for a bit, and it was nice. I keep saying nice, but I just-- my friends are the source for a lot of my happiness. And it doesn't mean that they have to do things in order to make me happy. I think it's more about just having them around me, and their presence. They're like a constant reminder of why I should be thankful in life. Sorry, this sounds really soppy. Onto another subject-- Kiwi suspects I might have chocked her in sleep last night because she woke up with a sore throat. Not as in a sore throat because of a cold, but just sore. I told her it could be a possibility, and referenced to that horror movie where this person kills people in their sleep. I can't remember what the name of the movie is. Also, I told my belieber friend that we could just use the "uhuh honey" phrase from that Kanye song as an answer for everything. Just imagine: "Hey you want to come with me to the library?" "Uhuh honey". I think it works brilliant. One of the greatest things about December, is that it's the season for Vlogmas. Which basically means that almost all the people I watch on Youtube are vlogging (filming their everyday life) each day in December. And it's become a must to watch these, as they provides a bit of the Christmas spirit. The only thing is that in total, it takes me an hour and a half or two hours to watch all of them. And I'm already behind a day. Anyway, I've come to realise that I'm a shit advise-giver. I'll listen to people talk, and I'm to be able to point out important things and all, but I'm really shit at giving advices. And still, I get asked about these kind of things all the time, and I'm like ermmm. Just now my mum came into my room asking me for advise of which dress she should wear to her "julebord". And to each dress I'm like "oh, that's nice". The one advise I can give is to not bring me along when you're about to choose a wedding dress. Right, this is far too long. Sleep well, that's what I'm going to do xx.
