It’s June and for each day summer is slowly crawling closer. The temperature increases, you can hear more birds, and things start to smell like summer. Unfortunately, I can not take part of this joyful happening this year, as I’m stuck inside with the report and I’m tired of it and blah-blah-blah. Enough about that. I’m handing it in next Tuesday, no matter what. You hear, that?! No matter what!

I didn’t exactly get the roar of attention I thought I would get by posting pictures of hot chicks yesterday. The only thing I had anticipated that really happened was that Klas showed up to drool at the pictures. I had planned to save the picture below for a better occasion, but what the hell, here you go; another proof that girls up North can be pretty damn hot, too.

Yet another hot girl from Trondheim

Like yesterday, the picture is stolen from Don’t tell ‘em I sent ya. And that concludes this months pictures-of-hot-party-chicks-entries, at least as far as I know.

Camilla and a friend of hers went on a rather spontaneous trip to Portugal (of all places) today. They were originally planning to head for the mountains, but decided on Sunday to head far South instead. Not the worst choice one can take, I think. Given that their plane doesn’t fall down somewhere, knock, knock.

That’s all for now; I’ve got to head back to my studies and paper writing.