oslo in the summertime...

For a couple of reasons, I slept in today - like, really slept in. The rest of the afternoon/evening has been a self-reflective haze. Of course by self-reflective I mean I thought about what a loser I am for letting myself be lazy and unproductive. I wonder if this somehow reflects my unwillingness to grow up. Only teenagers and very depressed persons sleep 10 consecutive hours, right? Am I on the right medication?



But I eventually stopped beating myself up, concluding that days like these are inevitable (and somewhat refreshing.)



I've been listening to Of Montreal* for a couple of hours now and I'm stuck on the song, "The Party's Crashing Us":



Still, I only feel alive when the VU is flashing
Alarms going off in my head
I want to grab you and just kiss you
Maybe I should calm down
No sense in cacheing us now



I think I feel most alive when I have the opportunity to be alone and contemplate life. Or when I'm not worrying about anything at all. Or when wake up hungover, memories of falling off of my roof and running drunkenly down the street coming back to me one at a time.



*I'm am mildly obsessed with these guys, especially after meeting them last year in Caen. See, obsessing over a rock band, something people are only allowed to do during their teen years.