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!!!