This week has found me being the epitome of restlessness. The extreme scheduling of this place is starting to get to me, I don't really enjoy always knowing exactly what I'll be doing every day. Besides that, sometimes it's nice to have a sense of anonymity. It's nice that everyone cares and that everyone knows you, but sometimes you'd rather escape it and be able to walk down a city street and not have anyone say hello to you. Does that sound strange? I also get the feeling that there's a bit of a pendulum effect going on on campus...at the very beginning, everyone's very homesick. Then people get overwhelmed by the excitement and novelty of everything and this whole place becomes much more happy. Then gradually, as reality and routine set in, people start to become a bit homesick again, myself included. I guess it's only natural, and if this is the worst it'll ever be, then I shouldn't complain too much, right?

This next week is going to go by really slowly, so looks like more restlessness for me. This coming Saturday I'll be in Forde with some of my favorite girls for a much-needed day of capitalist perfection. Then that night is the cabin party (hopefully), and that coming week I should be in Bergen for my PBL. Everyone at school gets the week off do go to some educational project, so I'll be in Bergen with a couple people staying at Bergen University, doing some research by day and some semi-urban type things by night. I need it, before I drive myself crazy.

Okay, I actually don't have much to say, I'm just procrastinating a paper like usual. Peace and love.