GREG’s REALM VII: Øn the Gø (Pt. 2)
Well… my last entry had horrible writing. Kids, get at least 7 hours of sleep at night. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Basic.
But you don’t have to be! Go back and read Øn the Gø (Pt. 1) before reading this! Trust me, you won’t regret it (well, maybe.)
Where were we? Ah, yes. In a frozen tundra. Literally.
Upon arriving to Rødde, Marcus told me that the school planned a talent show for that weekend. But God Himself came down from the heavens and blessed me, because not only was there a talent show, YA BOI WOULD BE PARTICIPATING.
After meeting too many introverted Norwegians to count on one hand, settling down in my room, eating some grub, and practicing the 14.2451 words I know in Bokmål, it was time.
Time for what?
Time 👏 To 👏 Practice 👏 For 👏 This 👏 Talent 👏 Show 👏 That 👏 I 👏 Didn’t 👏 Even 👏 Know 👏 The 👏 Language 👏 It 👏 Was 👏 Being 👏 Run 👏 In.
Teamed up with Marcus and his other schoolmates, they informed me that we would be lip syncing I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys. At that point, I knew Lil’ Greg would have to come out and get it. After mastering the intense and grueling choreography, doing 100 push ups, experiencing episodes of nerve-induced vomiting, running 20 suicides, and having exactly 5.6 group crying sessions (think of the training montage from Never Back Down,) we were finally prepared.
I’m kidding about all of that, of course. We weren’t prepared whatsoever. KIDDING, obviously… Really I am. Stop thinking we weren’t. Rude.
But nonetheless, WE PREVAILED AND WON! I had no idea what was happening the whole time since jeg snakker ikke norsk. And I mean NOTHING; from what the judges were telling us to being directed around at the event.
However, I can tell you for sure that we killed it. From corny outfit coordination, to having a slogan that I can’t even remember because, ya know, jeg snakker ikke norsk, we set the bar high.
Besides for the talent show, I also went into Central Trondheim for a hot second where I didn’t have time to explore its rich culture and history.
‘Til next time,