Tægg så mycket!

Why am I so curious? Just because I can't help reading other people's blogs, I just found out that a challenge was thrown my way. My very dear friend Denise told me to
- Pick up the nearest book.
- Open on page 123.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the next three sentences.
- Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.

Well...the nearest book is not awfully interesting, but here goes:

page 123, 5. sentence:

There are other possible combinations of sampling that would providea representative probability sample.

However it is done, it would be necessary to employ randomness at every stage, even when specified well-defined strata.

To conform the workin definition of randomness put forward at the beginning of this section, the goal must be that there is equal probability of subjects ultimately being selected from a population.

Needless to say, the book is one I am reading for uni. Thought I'd just make sure that you knew...(Just so that you don't all think "what a gripping life she must lead").

So...who to challenge??? Well...I will cheat a bit here, and chose some of Denise's.

Nazli, Marianne, Hilde, Kristian and Thomas.

Norske Talenter - Erlend Bratland - Finale Seier - Lost

16 year olds are not supposed to sing like this...Watching this green-haired boy sing about being lost in this world actually made me cry.....though just a little :o)

Dorothy from Oz (soundtrack: walk like an extremely overweight Egyptian)

Am I the only one...

...who would have been just a tad suspicious of what the secret ingredient in the juice from this place might be?

Another animal printish miracle...sorry about the picture...mobile camera...

(Insert Japanese word of choice to go with the pictures)

Look at those amazing shoes!!! I would have bought them, only I...didn't :)

Doom, doom!

I've just found it. The ultimate sign that shows me that I'm very, very close to be past my expiration date. Soon, I'll be in a wheelchair, dribbling, peeing myself, and stuck away in a nursing home somewhere, where the only sign of life in my eyes will appear when I shout inappropriate words to the nurses. My life as I know it is basically over. From now on, I have to get used to seeing my body's slow, but inevitable deterioration. Soon, I'll have to start using artificial teeth, due to the fact that my own just fell out of my mouth.

Oh, God! Why did this happen to me? I am still so young, so full of life and spirit...ehrm...yeah...anyway, my point being...I am getting old. You see...as I stood in front of the mirror the other day, my very first gray hair appeared, bold as hell...as if it just wanted to say hello, keep me on edge, make sure I didn't enjoy life too much. Of course, I pulled the sucker out, but I suspect it is similar to the old Greek (or was it Hindu? Actually the Hindu one might have been the story about Kali and her blood being spilled. I can never tell these two apart...anyway...) legend of the dragons teeth. Or was it blood drops? It sounds so daft with teeth..ah...I'll just settle for blood drops. Whenever a drop of dragon blood touched the ground, two new dragons appeared, making it really hard to kill the suckers...or something like that. My point is that this is exactly what I fear might happen on top of my scull. Whenever I pull one pigment lacking hair out, two new will appear...and all of you know I don't exactly have a lot of hair, so I expect that within the end of 2008, my head will be very Christmasy-white...

However, I did get asked for I.D. bying beer in the store the last three times I did it. And the age limit for buying beer is 18, so those people all had to think that I was 17. Although suspect that won't happen when my hair has turned completely white, all my teeth have fallen out, and my boobs are practically level with my knees. Oh dear God...and I didn't even have the time to have one decent job before I got old...just shows that students really stay in Uni too long, doesn't it?