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>> Tuesday, July 26, 2011
"Om én mann kan vise så mye hat, tenk hvor mye kjærlighet vi alle kan vise sammen." Stine Renate Håheim
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If one man can show so much hate, think how much love we can show together♥
Stine Renate Håheim
You must not feel sorry for me, this is honestly a hilarious story.
Today when I woke up I had one of those "ACK-I've-overslept!!" feelings and tried to hop right out of bed.
Little did I know I had no feeling in my left leg....it was totally dead asleep.
Slept in a funny position I guess.
And I ate it hard.
And then laughed. Also hard.
Oh yeah...did I mention that somewhere along the line I turned 25?
Yeah.
I've never felt more like an adult until recently--that's true at least.
Last summer my family gave me a bit of a hard time--apparently I sounded more like a Norwegian than an American when speaking English. I remember even after I had only lived in Norway for 7-8 months and went home and worked for the summer as a waitress there were a few different customers that refused to believe I was born in the US.
One of my sisters commented that it always sounded like I was asking a question. This must be thanks to the sing-songy-ness of Scandinavian language. I totally blank on English words and format my sentences with Norwegian structures. Do you think this has gotten better after being here even longer? And especially now that I have added Norwegian sleep-talking to the mix?? Doubtful. And kinda embarrassing.
To make it even worse, when my boss Hai and Frank (Victoriahaven's manager's husband) were renovating the restaurant, there were understandably some delirious late nights. And the boys thought it was a kick to speak stereotypically bad norsk/engelsk or Norwish or Englwegian or whatever you want to call it. And everything at that time of night with those dudes was hilarious. So of course, I joined them. And am now terrified that I will never break the habit. ;)
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