Done anad DONE!

Hooray, Christmas Holiday!

I'm-done-I'm-done-I'm-done-I'm-done-I'm-done!

Yesterday I had my last exam, and my holidays have started! Now I can finally sleep until noon, watch TV all day while I sit by my computer, I can do my christmas shopping, and read Harry Potter for hours...

No progress on the boyfriend hunt, but I haven't had time to do anything about it anyway..

There's not much more to write right now. I'm going home to my parent's house to relax and cuddle our cat, Franz Johan <3

Playing my games..

Here's the things I like to do when I'm bored:

Laughing at cute kitteh-pictures

Saving kittehs from death

Jumping in the sky

Making sushi

Eating apples

Drawing

Watching Tv-shows

Just in case anyone's interested.

Thursday

I think I'm starting to get the flu. Woke up to day with my nose all clogged and a sore throat, and feeling exhausted. So decided to rest today, and be fit for fight tomorrow and get some reading done then. And Fredagspub, of course.  It's been ages since I was at Fredagspub now, so I'm looking forvard to it. I love beeing there, 'cause it's always someone I know there, and we just sit and talk and laugh at our bad jokes.

Last night I had another romantic dream, and this time about Handsomeguy from the Library. (Handsome guy I've had some eye-flirting with, and there was without a doubt an unspoken chemistry). He hasn't been there (at the library) for a while, so I was thrilled to see him again on Monday. Earlier this term, I promised my self to go up and speak to him the next time I saw him, but it was after I made that decision that he stopped coming. So when I saw him on Monday I was so taken aback, that when
I suddenly had my chance, when we were about to pass eachother by the printers, I ran in
between the bookshelves and hid. I was really angry with myself, but it's not as if I did anything about it later. In stead, I stood in the art-section, peering over the three copies of Gardner's Art Through The Ages, where I had a perfect view over to where he was sitting.)

So anyway, the dream was about the Roskilde Festival, but it was at Vikingland in Tusenfryd, not in Roskilde. And I met him there, and he said he'd seen me somewhere before, except he said he'd seen me on Facebook. Whatever that means. Anyways, he turned out to be a bit of an idiot. Boring and plain. A bit like the boys from my home town (no offence). But we still flirted and I think we sort of was a couple. The result was that I woke up feeling very disapointed, but still had the good feeling inside that I used to have when I fell asleep with a boyfriend next to me.

So it's starting to dawn on me that I'm longing for a boyfriend. Or maybe not a boyfriend yet, but a flirt would be nice. So that's my next goal. Letting a boy into my life again. It won't be easy, I still carry the scars from my last relationship, and from my last fling by the way (*shudder*). And of course, finding a guy that actually apeal to me will be the biggest part of the challenge, it's not as if there's loads of them and I'm just ignoring them...
It would of course be really cool to see if I can get anywhere with Handsomeguy, but that'll take a LOT of courage!

I'll keep you posted.. Now off to wax my eyebrows.

A few days later..

I managed, after a little trouble, to finish my exam-essay on Picasso, and the feeling of freedom is overwhelming. But I still have a couple of exams left, so no resting on laurels.
I had a very strange dream about Zac Efron and Ashley Tisdale from High School Musical. I dreamt that Zac Efron had a twin, and that they shared the part as Troy (like the Olsen-twins shared Michelle Tanner), and that they were Norwegians, and that Ashley was their 
cousin (also Norwegian). I think I had a "thing" going on with one of the Zacs, and it was very weird.
Especially as I think Corbin Bleu (Chad) is the hottest guy in the film(s). Just without all the hair and the feminin face. Well, I didn't say he's the hottest in the world,
just in the High School Musical-films..

It was just weird. It's weird that I obviously can't speak English when I dream, and that I had a romantic dream about someone like that. Not that there's anything wrong with him, it's just... Didn't think he was my type.

I think I need a fling or something soon. But that'll mean I'll have to worry about someone other than me. It's so slitsomt.

Don't go givin' me evils!

SUPRISE!

I'm STILL writing!

Well, at least I'm done with the Degas essay, but now I'm trying to do my Picasso-essay on 10 pages, due Monday the 5th, and so far I've written 2.  I'm supposed to write two pages a day, but I couldn't do it yesterday. Just couldn't concentrate. I think I'm suffering from stress, 'cause I'm really tired all the time, I feel sick and my hands keep shaking and my stomach hurts, I feel hungry, but full all the time...

And yesterday I kept looking at funny kitty-pictures, laughing silently like mad (going red in the face, tears streaming, body shaking), and the people at the library got annoyed. So today I'm staying at home, to see if that works out better for me, but apparently it doesn't.

Gawd, I'm looking forward to Monday night when I'm DONE! At least for a while. Today's three weeks away from my first exam, so when I've finished this essay it's only to start revising.

Luckily, at Uni we get a long christmas-holiday. My last exam is 26th of November, and it lasts until 14th of January of something, so it'll be a good, long rest.

Still writing..

I'm still here at Sophus Bugge, trying to write. I don't have much left, but I really want to finish it before the week-end. By now I have loads of stuff to write, it's just that I really, really need to go and do a number two. But as there are no private toilets in this place, I daren't. I'll just have to hold it in and try and concentrate. Not at all as easy as it sounds, as it feels as though my behind could explode any minute. I wish I had Carine's strength, she can crap anytime, anywhere.

Met up with Jeanette last night, it was nice. Haven't seen her in a while, as she's attending LIPA in UK now. She gave me a carton of cigarettes as a birthday present, gotta love that!

Meeting Pia next week, as she's home from Sweden. Why does everyone have to come home at the same time, and while I don't even have time to go to the toilet before I leave for school in the mornings?! If I fail to do my essays and therefore fail my exams, it'll be all their falut. They obviously don't get the whole University-thing, where one actually has to pass on ones exams, something that requires some effort...

Ah, complaining, complaining. Maybe you should keep writing instead of putting all the blame on your friends, huh?

The Sophus Bugge Library

I am currently sitting in front of a computer at the library at The University of Oslo. I am supposed to write an essay about Edgar Degas' Viscount Lepic and his Daughters crossing la Place de Concorde.

I guess it's kinda interesting, but I just can't get myself to write today. I feel like I have everything inside my head, it just refuses to come out through my fingertips and touch the keyboard in the right places to form an essay on the screen.

Franz Johan, my parents' black cat is finally home again after a week and a half of disapperance. We thought we'd lost him, and mum was sad because he's her little baby now that me and my sister has moved away from home. And I was sad, because I love him sleeping in my bed at night when I'm there. And other than that, he's got a great personality too.

Anyway.. I guess I should continue writing. Or at least try. I've got a week and a half left to do it, and it's only four pages, so I should make it. It's just... you know...

I <3 OSLO

This is my city, the capital of the Land of the Midnight Sun :)
I took a few pictures, just to show you.
It's not the most beautiful city in the world, but it is what it is...

This is the Royal Castle. It looks a bit like a shoe box, if you ask me. The flag on top means the King is in Norway.

A guard outside the "castle". Looks like a dull dayjob..

This is the main street, Karl Johan st. It leads from the Central Station up to the Royal Castle.

The upper part, near the castle, has expencieve shopping and trendy bars/restaurants. The lower part, near the Station, is the shopping district of 14 year olds...

This is the National Theatre. The most famous of the institutional theatres in Oslo. The green man on the right is Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Not very famous for his plays, but he wrote the Norwegian National Anthem and his son, Bjørn Bjørnson, was the first director of this theatre.

(A statue of our pride, Henrik Ibsen, is on the left outside the picture, because of the group of tourists flokked around him).

pro-husband??

Sigurd was my first love. Or maybe he still is.. I care about him, and I love to be with him. I can't really imagine my life without him. Unfortunatly, he does not feel quite the same way, which make me a bit scared. I'm scared becase I'm afraid that I'll never find someone I care as much about, or will have the same intimate and close relationship with. I know we fight a lot, and I know I pick on him a lot, but the truth is that I like him just the way he is. I don't feel attracted to any one else. I can of course see hot guys, and think very non-virtual thoughts about him, but emotionally I don't really like anyone else.

But last night, him and I watched "the Green Mile" on NRK2, and I think I found the man of my dreams.. I was sitting there, with my hand in a bowl of salty chips, thinking "Wow! That's exactly the kind of man I could fall in love with!". I have never put this kind of man on my list of good man-qualities, but maybe because I didn't know they were out there. But oh-oh, moh-moh! It was a film! He doesn't really exist!
So:
1 Should I be happy as I finnally found someone who made me forget Sigurd?
or
2 Am I just as fucked, as this was a fictional character?


For those of you who wonder, the man of my dreams was the character Brutal Howell played by David Morse.

*sigh*

The first day of Spring. (pro-housewife)

I woke up at 8 am yesterday, and thought I had overslept. I hadn't, but I still couldn't go back to sleep. I had promised Sigurd to do his laundry, and as I had my own mountains of it as well, I just got to it right away. I filled six washing machines, and later filled three clothes dryers. I also had to hang up some of it (a lot of it) in my room, and it got to a point where I couldn't sit down anywhere.
Usually I do this on very rainy days when I have nothing else to do, but yesterday was a Spring day. It was sunny, 12 degrees, the snow was only spots here and there, and I heard birds sing for the first time in months. And on days like this, the house-wife gene in girls like me pop out, so it was pretty natural for me to clean my room, my bathroom and my kitchen thoroughly. Dusting shelves and all..

I felt very happy all day long, doing the things I have hated my whole life.
It must be the magic of Spring.
Or a sign of pro-housewifeness...

A new day.

Sometimes Sundays are great. Like today, when there's nothing you're ought to do, and as I didn't go out yesterday I don't have a hang-over and no nerves. I feel good, and witty and gay and all that, and I plan to stay like this all day.

My neighbour is making buns and bread and it smells like.... mmmm yummy!!!