Buffet.

So. Hi.

Yeah. I have a lot on my plate at the moment. My life is a high-pressure, loud, steamy Chinese kitchen, with orders being screamed over the counter, chefs and bus boys and waiters tripping all over each other, while the sizzling crackle of braincells frying overpowers any desire to relax. Today's menu consists of  school, homework, concerts looming ahead, music, work and an impending trip across the Atlantic; all to be found in the mass-mob buffet that is my life.

Special features in the Buffet today:

• Videos of Mitt Romney dancing Gangnam Style
• Various pictures of half-nude boys
• Pocket-crack-ups offered from yours truly. (Is there no end to my academic and elitist wit?)

This is going to be one of those posts, that just doesn't make any sense. But hopefully, it will make you crack up. Grab a fork, and dig in to the buffet.

Me when I'm drunk, and my best friend tells me she is fat...

Father in 1976 - His son in 2012

Turtles returning to their mothership :

Mufasa?

Zach Galifikanakisdfdfskjfldafædf.....  However you pronounce that.

Okay, so that's it for now, kiddos. Mama's off to bed. Big day tomorrow; intro party at Aurehøj. Tomorrow's menu is slightly more interesting. There's going to be salt to lick, tequila to swig, lemons to bite, first-years to molest, dance floors to be punished, songs to be screamed and hangovers to be acquired. Like I said, big day!

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.