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I am back. With more nothing to say. I remember saying something about a birthday party in my last entry, so I will continue with that, before I move on to more exciting things (hardly).

Yes. Annabel's 30th birthday party. I can't believe she turned 30. This is the girl I met at 13, who bought my friendship with a whole packet of fruit pastels. What can I say? I'm easily bought. Soon after, she broke the fire alarm with her wrist, and managed to get a peice of glass embedded in her wrist, which she still has today, taped in to one of her diarys. I do mean the glass, not her wrist. Friends for life. At least; so far. I'm not entirely sure where I was going with that story, so I'll stop right now. I won't go in to detail about the party, suffice to say, it was really good. Here is a (weird), picture of me in my mask:

Weird, no?

Anyway. Good party.

Great trip to London. Brilliant actually. Wait, I think I might have written that before. Anyway, aside from teapots that look like Tintin's head, I thought that there was nothing exciting going on. This is a bit of a lie. A lot has gone on, but it's more personal sort of stuff, and I don't feel like telling the world (ha!), all about my personal issues. Don't get me wrong; it's all good stuff. I mean, really good stuff, but nonetheless; it's none of your business. Besides, if you know me, you'll know it anyway. You know?

I played some games of foosball last night, which always makes me laugh. ~ and I pretty much suck at it. I don't know why I'm saying 'pretty much', as we just do suck. Completely. But man, it's good for a laugh. I'm positive others would fine it just as funny, and not at all irritating. I don't understand quite how we do it. How can we let the ball roll the entire length of the table, without touching it once, yet move around the table, with such force and determination that I always manage to come away with injuries, and ~ looses the ability to actually talk, and just stands there shouting profanities? It's incredible. It's actually quite a skill, if you see it happen. Sometimes, if we're lucky, the ball happens to bounce off one of the little men, maybe also off the wall, and somehow finds it's way into the goal. Brilliant. All without any intent contact.

I am going to skydive. Yes, I am. I always said that I would before I was 30, and let's face it; I've not that long. So, I found a place, and for 2000kr, I may have the privilege of being strapped to a strange man, and hurled out of an airplane, at 4000 metres. I can't wait. I really can't. Rest assured that there will be a blog about it (of course, that does depend on some things beyond my control....like........death or dismemberment, but I'll try really hard to not die etc).

Other than that, things are progressing nicely. I'm afraid I've just not come across anything exciting enough to write about. I'm off to England for Easter, so no doubt will find something there. I'm also going to a concert tonight, so maybe something will happen there. Who knows, maybe something will happen on my way out of the library. I doubt it, but you never know.

Until then, you'll just have to make do with these lame entries. That's life. It sucks sometimes. But mine's actually pretty sweet right now.

Bye.