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IT’S 4 AM I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DEFEND MY SINS

IF YOU MUST BLAME SOMETHING PUT IT ON ANIME STAFF OVERLAP, THIS TWEET AND THIS TWEET

Translation: ‘Klikka’ (Gone nuts) - 06.12

Mahdi: Yeah it’s completely insane, what with that guy…

Jonas: I don’t get it, why have they been friends, he and Kim?

Mahdi: They’re just buds, he visits him and-

Jonas: Oh! Hi.

Mahdi: You kidding, they have waffles in the cafeteria?!

Isak: Yeah.

Mahdi: See ya!

Jonas: What’s up with you ditching school?

Isak: Uh, I’m feeling a bit down.

Jonas: What’s up?

Isak: Um…Even has gone nuts.

Jonas: Oh? What did he do?

Isak: He went outside, naked, in the middle of the night.

Jonas: Huh?

Isak: Turns out he’s bipolar.

(Magnus mumbles with his mouth full and sits down)

Magnus: My mother’s also bipolar.

Isak: Do you have a crazy mother as well?

Magnus: She’s not crazy, she’s bipolar.

Isak: Yeah, but, how is she?

Magnus: She’s awesome. She’s…you’ve met her, haven’t you?

Isak: Uh..yeah, I have! But she’s completely normal.

Magnus: Yes, she’s completely normal. She just has periods of time when she’s either depressed or happy. Who’re you talking about?

Isak: Even. He’s also bipolar.

Magnus: Oh.

Isak: He went outside, naked, in the middle of the night.

Magnus: Seriously?! Hilarious!

Isak: It’s not funny.

Magnus: It’s amusing, for fuck’s sake..You know what my mother once did? She was so fucking angry with NSB* so she found out who the regional manager was, and she sent in a resignation in his name, like “I give up, I can’t work anymore”. But, where’s Even now?

Isak: At home probably.

Magnus: Well, not physically, but..mentally. Is he happy or down?

Isak: I haven’t spoken to him.

Magnus: Why not?

Isak: Because he has…everything’s been bullshit from his side of this.

Magnus: What do you mean?

Isak: Well, he’s been manic.

Magnus: You’ve been with him for a long time, he hasn’t been manic all the time. At least, when my mother is manic it’s like…I can’t reach her, at all. You are perfectly fine reaching Even.

Isak: Yeah, but…Sonja said that he’s been manic the whole time.

Magnus: Who’s Sonja?

Isak: His ex.

Magnus: So you…So you trust his ex telling you he doesn’t have feelings for you? Smart, Isak! Best thing I’ve heard all day. Wow! Wow. How about asking Even how he feels? He’s not brain dead just because he had a manic episode, right. Just talk with him when he’s calmed down.

Jonas (off screen): You’re actually pretty cool, Mags.

Magnus: Mm! It dawns on you now?

Jonas: Yeah.

Magnus: Okay…thanks. Jonas, you’re also pretty cool.


THIS IS GOOD. THANKS MAGNUS <3


Also NSB is the state-owned railway company in Norway (the trains are ALWAYS delayed)

when there is a cAS CENTriC EpiSODe !!!

T-Minus 9 sleeps to BMAM-Mass my lieblings and in celebration of the upcoming festive season I give you:

Campwolfe Twelve Days of Christmas

Sung of course from Serena’s perspective with accompanying bonus lyric notes/commentary from Ms. Campbell herself.

On the first day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me, a lin-ger-ing look in the LIFT.

<she thinks she can woo me but bugger it if I’ll succumb>

On the second day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the LIFT.

<Nesting dolls?! As if I’d want any of that claptrap to remind me she took off to the Ukraine. The silly pillock labeled them “Fräulein” and “Army Medic”. She’s not putting them on my bloody side of the desk>

On the third day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me three vodka shots, two nesting dolls, and a lingering look in the lift

<Vodka.  Finally something I can work with. She left the bottle on her desk. I shared it with Morven and Raf.  HA!>

On the fourth day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the lift.

<After the vodka shots from yesterday I need all the coffee I can get.  She’s doing this on purpose. Currently taking the caffeine shots but ignoring puppy dog eyes telegraphing her need for a ‘chat’>

On the fifth day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me five whiskey flasks, four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the lift.

<She filled all of them with top shelf scotch. I informed her that I’ve switched to bourbon and her face went all mopey.  Glorious.>

On the sixth day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me six leopard print caps, five whiskey flasks, four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the lift

<Ok I’ll grudgingly admit these are quite a lovely peace offering……IT WILL STILL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE WE ARE IN THEATRE TOGETHER!>

On the seventh day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me, seven crates of shiraz, six leopard print caps, five whiskey flasks, four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the lift.

<Chateauneuf du pape?!?!? Seven crates? What did she do sell her left kidney? Perhaps there is something to this forgiveness thing after all.  It wouldn’t hurt to allow her just one teensy glass would it?

On the eighth day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me, eight helpful F1’s, seven crates of shiraz, six leopard print caps, five whiskey flasks, four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls, and a lingering look in the lift.

<I’ve never been able to find even one F1 who could do a spinal puncture on the first go and she’s found eight who haven’t made my life hell.  She also followed up on all their paperwork. And ran interference with Ric Griffin for me. Fast losing my grip on fury. Damn sneaky tactic Major. Well played.>

On the ninth day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me nine ‘please forgive me’s’, eight helpful F1’s, seven crates of shiraz, six leopard print caps, five whiskey flasks, four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the lift.

<She used complete sentences.  That voice! And her lower lip even quivered a bit.  Came dangerously close to accepting her apologies. Settled for wiping away her tears. I may be losing this campaign.>

On the tenth day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me ten evenings she’s minding Jason, nine ‘please forgive me’s’, eight helpful F1’s, seven crates of shiraz, six leopard print caps, five whiskey flasks, four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the lift.

<She’s offered to watch Mary Beard with him for the next 10 weeks so I can get paperwork done for the trauma unit. Or garden.  Whichever I prefer.  Apparently. Not quite ready to tell her but; I’m screwed.>

On the eleventh day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me, eleven medicinal breakfast pastries, ten evenings she’s minding Jason, nine ‘please forgive me’s’, eight helpful F1’s seven crates of shiraz, six leopard print caps, five whiskey flasks, four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the lift.

<Jason had her come to fish n chips take away. Sneaky sod. Since when does he bugger off to bed a half eight? It was a conspiracy. A bottle or two of Chateauneuf du pape later and suddenly there she was splayed out on the Egyptian cotton.  What was I supposed to do, allow her to drive home?  That would have been frightfully irresponsible. There aren’t enough pastries in Pulses to get me through the sleep deprivation…..>

On the twelfth day of Christmas that Blonde Job gave to me twelve office kisses, eleven medicinal breakfast pastries, ten evening’s she’s minding Jason, nine ‘please forgive me’s’, eight helpful F1’s, seven crates of shiraz, six leopard print caps, five whiskey flasks, four coffees strong ’n’ hot, three vodka shots, two nesting dolls and a lingering look in the lift.

<Yes all right, fine, I’ve given in.  I took the strategic hills but she won the war.  I suppose it was a losing battle right from the start going up against the army. In her defence she’s promised no more Club Screw Up and in my defence her lips are exceedingly convincing.  Turns out full sentences weren’t really needed after all…..>

If anyone is at all interested I could be arm twisted in to actually scratching these lyrics out into some sheet music and posting it. I draw the line at singing - but if someone else wanted to have a go……