thursday, march 26th

i'm sitting on a bus heading for oslo, on my way to visit my brother. so far, it's not going very well. as i sat down in my seat i realized i had forgot to bring my ipod. this meaning, that the rest of the almost twelwe hour long drive was going to be very boring and long. i convinced myself that it was a positive thing. you don't have to be entertained all the time, silence is good, i told myself. i had my notebook with me, so i started thinking of what i would draw during the night, to make the time go by, and that i could study the landscapes we drove through, while looking forward to arriving in oslo, while the sun was rising. the bus started driving, and right as i had managed to convince myself to some degree that the bus-drive wasn't going to be that bad after all, the guy in the seat across from me started snoring very loudly. so i desided to write this, out of anger, and a need to focuse on something else then the insane volume of the sound that is coming out of this guys mouth. so now i'm sitting here, listening to some sort of latino pop music on the radio, with my headset. still i can hear the sound of his snoring. i can feel that everyone around me is thinking about it too. there's so many weird people here. they all look so different, but in a way they all seem the same. i don't want to judge them, but i do. by the expressions on their faces, the look in their eyes, the clothes that they are wearing. i spend a lot of time looking out the window. while we're driving through small townes and large landscapes of nothing but trees and mountains. everyone is sleeping in their houses, and i've desided to eat the slices of bread that i brought from home. i ate all four of them.