Eli B. Toresen

September, September. So, what were I actually doing in September? I can’t even remember! Ugh, rhyme not intended. But it’s true, September is kind of a blurr. I worked. I handed in my internship report. I had some stuff for the bookfair team to do. I read books. I watched series. Quite possibly the most depressing month of the year, especially since everyone was going on holidays and I was stuck at home …

At the beginning of August I thought I’d spend the whole month reading. After handing in my term paper, I was supposed to have lots and lots of free time. Hahaha. Nope. …

The first seventeen days of February were completely spent on my bachelor thesis. You have no idea how great I felt when I handed it in on the 17th. I hadn’t picked up a real novel in a little over a month because I was too afraid I would procrastinate by reading. However, I wasn’t able to read as much in the following days since I had a couple of other things going on. I visited my friends to help them repaint their flat before moving out, had to sew my sister a Little Red Ridinghood cape for carnival, and get a lot of things sorted out …