My hilarious friend Reidun has an onjo. I've added her to the list of links on the right side. Read it because she's an American living in Finland and we all know how much Americans like to make fun of Finns. (Right, Mj?!)
Oh no. I did it. I created an account on Facebook even though I swore I never would. I was able to resist it four years ago or whatever when it was the rage in the U.S. But ALAS! I couldn't resist it here in Norway when it became popular...oh...approximately last Monday afternoon at 15.37. Oh well. I tried.
Now I'm gonna finish my thesis. And by "finish my thesis" I mean "add friends on fartbook."
It's my Dad's birthday today. The 12th of April. Happy birthday, D!
If I was in Wauwatosa, then we'd have a Leinie's and some hotdogs. Then you could play your electric guitar and we'd have a jam session. I'd play the knee drums. And then, after that, we'd go on a walk around the neighborhood, followed by dessert and a dvd. That's what we'd do.
If you were in Tromsø, then we'd have a Mack and some chili-nuts. Then we'd walk around town and up to the top of the island. I'd give you a tour and you could practice your Norwegian: "jeg liker ost." And then, after that, we could go out for pizza and beer with my friends. You'd like them. That's what we'd do.
How many friends do you have? What?! You only have 23 friends? What kind of a person only has 23 friends? You must be lame. None of my 835 friends are lame. And my favorite book is Anna Karenina. And my favorite band is obscure. You haven't heard of them. And if you're lame, Then I'm gonna delete you as a friend (on Facebook).