All sorts of shit needed sorting out today, and all that shit has been sorted. I am fully packed up, and pretty much ready to go. Getting up between nought-five hundred and nought-six hundred hours. Goodbyes have been exchanged; some with a hidden smile, and some with hidden tears. Not that I would cry, that's wish-wash and balderdash. The hidden tears were provided entirely by the other party.
"WUT DID U PAK?" I hear you shout, so here is the list, in no particular order.
Sean Connery, my trusty, yet so far unused, Leatherman"Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas" by Hunter S. Thompson
"Slaughterhouse 5" by Kurt Vonnegut
"Soul Music" & "Thief Of Time" by Terry Pratchett
"The Ass Saw The Angel" by Nick Cave
Nintendo DS with Elite Beat Agents, Geometry Wars, Phoenix Wright and Pokeymans.
Four Sandman Graphic Novels (Lent to me by darling Elin)
Ingeniør Knut Berg, comic (Knut Berg, Engineer) (Given for Christmas by Kjersti)
iPod Touch with 20 gig worth of songs
A headlamp
Soap
Deodorant
Toothbrush & toothpaste
Electric shaver
Cellphone
Wristwatch
Quickshine shoe-shining stuff. For those times when I just don't have time to do it proper
Two Ballpoint pens
One HB pencil
One Pencil Sharpener
One Eraser
A sketchbook gifted me by my friend Thunderstone
Digital Camera (Not my DSLR, Hell fucken no. Maybe after boot camp)
Charging equipment for all these electronic whatsits
Two t-shirts
Some boxer shorts
Pretty much all other things will be provided by the Army.
And with that, I am off. Sleep is a logical next step.
See y'all around the bend.
-Andreas
P.S.: I will name my gun after you, Elin.
P.P.S.: I will name my eventual sidearm after you, Sven.
Edit:
Cut hair for the army a short while back. Here's the before and after:
Before:
After:
How you likin' that Knut Berg, huh?
SvarSlettYou know, I'm actually really upset that I didn't get to really do something real (really) with you before you went off. Everything just kept clashing. Sort of. You know what I mean. I think. Even though I don't normally see you two times a week, I will miss you, as I have since we graduated, just so you know. And once you get back for your first perm (curling iron lol lol), you'll also get your first cactus. Eddie "Kjersti" Izzard, was it? Lykke til, Andreas. :)
Don't you cry tonight!
SvarSlettmen seriøst, gjør det beste ut av det :)
The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes, observed the spaces
Between the old men's cackle
He brewed a song of love and hatred
Oblique suggestions, and he waited
He polarized the pumpkin eaters
Static-humming panel beaters
Freshly day-glowed factory cheaters
Salaried and collar-scrubbing
He titillated men of action
Belly warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts they never mention
He pacified the nappy-suffering
Infant-bleating, one-line jokers
T.V. documentary makers
Overfed and undertakers
Sunday paper backgammon players
Family-scarred and women-haters
Then he called the band down to the stage
And he looked at all the friends he'd made
glad i deg, vi sees om ikke så altfor lenge.
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