norsk-engelsk bestevenn med alkoholproblemer

Vet dere hva jeg også savner ved Roskilde?
Andre natta vi var der, natt til mandag, gikk jeg alene på jakt etter noen jeg kjente - uten hell. I stedet møtte jeg på et par koslige dansker. Pga. kommunikasjonsproblemer tok det ikke mange sekundene før vi alle byttet over til engelsk. Greit, dersom de skulle baksnakke meg rett foran trynet mitt fordi jeg var fullere enn fullest hoppa de tilbake til dansk, men som regel holdt vi oss engelske.
Det er det jeg savner. Sette seg ned ved helt fremmede mennesker, snakke et fremmed språk og plutselig være alles bestevenn. Alles norsk-engelske bestevenn med alkoholproblemer.
I miss English all together. Reading it, speaking it, hearing it. Well, not really the "hearing it" part. I spend most of my days listening to (while watching television, of course) the language. A part from school I really only speak English with one of my friends. We do it for kicks. As well as speaking danish, swedish and occationally the few german glossories we still remember from junior high (?). I miss her, and all though she was supposed to come home this friday, she wont be here 'till sunday. And then she'll be busy hanging with her family. Perhaps I should start talking to myself in English? So I wont be rusty when school starts (or when Åse get's back). Or perhaps I should just read book number four in the Dexter-series. No, I can't do that. Just writing the name Dexter still hurts too much.
I'm going to stop writing nonsense in English now. I'm going to stop writing nonsense all together. Because that's how awesome I am. Later.