The future may come

I said I was going to tell you about my super Sunday on Monday, but I have had too much to do lately. So today I can tell you about it, and maybe some about the other days.

On Sunday I had a kind of break though with my boyfriend. I've always had a feeling he didn't see a future with me, not to talk about spend it with me. But on Sunday I finally found a way to ask him that was simple enough for him to understand it and answer it. For a change I actually managed to keep it quite simple compared to normal.
So what I asked him was if he'd ever had a kind if flash of a feeling wanting to move in with me. And guess what he said, he said yes. HE SAID YES! Ok, I know that he said yes doesn't mean that it is going to be the two of us for the rest of the future, but it made me feel appreciated and wanted. In addition to that we have had quite some nice days lately.

On Saturday we went to the theatre with Razumny's parents to Les Misérables at Oslo Nye teater (about the play at Oslo Nye in Norwegian). Though I am rather picky it was a great experience as it was the first time for me to see the play. The things I found quite sad is that

* the brand of Oslo Nye is actors who eat parts of their lines/some of the words in their lines
* it didn't really touch me, it could be that the expecatations were too great as I've heard the audio version of the british production of the play a zillion times.

After the play the four of us went to a restaurant names Nippon art. I've wanted to go there for ages, and have tried to convince both my best friend, Janne and the wonderfull Razumny a couple of times. This Saturday prefilled my wish!

For the rest of the week I've seen my doctor, a work psychologist and fixed some things since I'm going away to Alta next year to attend Øytun folkehøgskole to study Travel Photography. As this blog post is getting quite long I'll tell you more about this and my planes for education in a later post.

And if for you who want to learn something about me;
The reason for him normally not understand my questions is that I have a way of asking about things in rather complicated manners, with a lot of metaphors and symbols. For me the questions are of course all logical and seem really clear with the metaphors. The only thing is that the metaphors are often only mine, and not really possible for others to understand. Anyway, back to what I was talking about.

That's it for now, more to come later.

A wonderfull day

Today I've had a wonderful day. I've grown founder of my fantastic boyfriend and learned some new stuff. Hopefully my mind won't erase everything during the night, so I can write about it tomorrow, as I'm too tired to do anything else but sleep just about now. I'm so happy now I feel like flying. It seems like things are picking up, getting better and that I've finally caught a glimpse of a candle flickering in the end of the tunnel. Maybe it won't be too long for my hair to glisten in the sun and my heart to find a calm pace.

I also got other great news about what my future might hold. I'm actually smiling a lot today. This is a good sign. Perhaps I'll find the fun in attending school again and learn to enjoy myself and quit stressing all of the time.

More to come tomorrow after I've been to the local knitting shop's knitting circle. ^^ I'm really looking forward to go there tomorrow. Finally I'll manage to finish the neck twist I've been making for my grandmother, and learn to crochet picot style.

25 signs that you have grown up

Nice compilation again. You are grown and responsible gentleman/woman when :

1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can’t smoke any of them.

2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.

3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.

5. You hear your favourite song in an elevator.

6. You watch the Weather Channel.

7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of “hook up” and “break up”.

8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.

9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as “dressed up”.

10. You’re the one calling the police because those %&@# kids next door won’t turn down the stereo.

11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.

12. You don’t know what time Taco Bell closes any more.

13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.

14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald’s leftovers.

15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.

16. You take naps.

17. Dinner and a film is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.

18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.

19. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.

20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer “pretty good shit”.

21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.

22. “I just can’t drink the way I used to” replaces “I’m never going to drink that much again”.

23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.

24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.

25. When you find out your friend is pregnant you congratulate them instead of asking, “Oh shit, what the hell happened?”

What do you think? Is that you ?

Ny bloggadresse

Jeg vet ikke om det i det hele tatt finnes noen som interesserer seg for bloggen min eller ikke, som ikke er kjæreste Aleksander eller supre Torgunn. Men meddeler uansett at jeg har forandre bloggadressa til;

http://spareattic.blogspot.com/

Litt mindre emo enn den forrige. Jeg trenger jo et ekstra rom til alt kaoset som skjer oppi hue mitt.

Husk på deg selv

Huskeliste

Husk på å leve du har livet.
Husk på å legge bort harmen og kivet.

Husk å juble en gang i blant.
Husk på å holde på det som er sant.

Husk på å takke for helse og hell -
For ingenting kommer jo helt av seg selv...

Randi S. Nielsen

Noe jeg virkelig bør huske på i tunge tider. Når jeg ikke ser hvordan jeg ska holde ut 228 dager til skoleslutt. Men jeg får bare tenke på det uke for uke, dag for dag, et skritt om mangen. Og ser man tilbake i tid innser man hvor for tiden egentlig går. Greit. Kanskje jeg ikke får noen venner på skolen. Men det betyr vel at jeg får mer tid til meg selv? Mer tid til å dyrke kjærligheten til kjæreste Aleksander.
Det fine, men også litt skumle er at nå har jeg fått dilla på å lese igjen. Og jeg finner faktisk dramatiske Isabel Allende ganske lettlest. Det er godt mulig mange synes hun er det. Men så vidt jeg har skjønt har alle jeg har prata med om henne ment at ho ikke var det. For de som ikke har lest noe av henne, så er det ikke for sent å starte. Jeg leser for tiden Om kjærlighet og skygge. En bok jeg liker kjempe godt, alt for godt. Jeg føler meg faktisk litt trist innvending når jeg ser hvor lite jeg har igjen av boka. Men dette er vel da bare et påskudd for å anskaffe seg en rekke bøker av denne dama.
Jeg sa at det var trist at jeg hadde fått dilla på å lese, det er vel egentlig en løgn. For sitter jeg mye og leser betyr det at jeg tar meg tid til å slappe av og rømme til en annen verden uten psykisk å rømm Forhåpentligvis vil dette, akompanert av strikkedilla mi, resultere i at jeg faktisk holdet ut dette skoleåret. Kanskje jeg til og med orker å gi det lille ekstra, som jeg pleier å gi. Kjanskje jeg klarer det uten å gå om kull.
Men dette blir nok bloggen for denne gang. Nå må jeg fikse slutten av utpakkinga etter at jeg var i Mexico og besøkte fantastisk Torgunn, som er flink til å velge venner, og Hanne. Er du ikke enig Hanne? Klarer å velge venner som går godt over ens. Er ikke alle som gjør det. Til helga skal jeg prøve å få skrevet blogg om Mexico og alt jeg klarer å huske av det som hendte der. Det skjedde nemlig veldig mye.

In Mexico ^^

It's now the end of the first real day for me in Mexico. But to start with I want to tell a bit about the trip here, in otherwords; the mess me.
It all started all a-okey in the morning. Woke up at 05.30, got into the shower, got dressed, ate breakfast and made sure I had everything I needed. Because I had some time on my hands I started to steady my room so I would come back to a cosy pleace, that over a messy room anyday. Then my other called and told me she was in the backyeard ready to drive me to the airport. I checked my room and didn't find anything I had forgotten. But when we arrived at the airport I realized that wasn't the truth. I had forgotten all about putting my tickets and passport back into my backpack.
Later on, when I had arrived at the airport in New York, I couldn't find my cellphone and got so scared and started to shred some tears in front of the customs officer. When I was about the report my phone stolen I found it. It turned out I had put it in my camera bag.
To topp it all off; when I arrived in Mexico and was out in the area where I thought I was ment to meet Torgunn I couldn't find her. But to all luck I managed to keep my head cold and not loose my grip so I started to cry my tears out. After I had talked with a Mexican helping person of some kind and understood everything, I rechecked the area and found her. We drove home to the place where she live and got to bed. But as we hadn't seen eachother for a long time we couldn't sleep to start with. But we only said good night, now we need to keep wuiet and sleep 3 times before we actually got to sleep.

Today on the other hand I spent the day at school with Hanne, Torgunn's friend who also study at the same school. I had a really good day there with her and got to know some interesting people. After school we went to Coyoacan, a really nice place where I would like to go again one time. But there I managed to forget Torgunn's camera that I borrowed at one of the shopping stands. I almost got panic attacked again, but before everything went bad we found it. Luckily. Now are we going to see hairspray and take a totaly relaxing night.

This post will be improved when I have the time and pictures to do it.

Reisen nærmer seg

I morra på denne tida står jeg antakeligvis i kø på Gardermoen for å gå ombord på flyet. Om Jeg ikke allerede sitter på flyet noe som er heller lite sannsynlig. Det eneste jeg nå kan håpe på er at jeg ikke har glemt noe, som da jeg skulle til Mykonos med Aleksander (Tech blog /Kosebloggen). Da vi ankom flyplassen oppdaga jeg nemlig at jeg hadde klart å glemme lommeboka. Og så vidt jeg husker skjedde noe av det samme da jeg dro til Dublin med skolen i fjor høst.
Jeg gleder meg skikkelig til å reise. Både til å sitte på fly i alt for lang tid og henge rundt på flyplassen og til å være med Torgunn. Det skal bli fint å være med Torgunn igjen. Selv om dere bare er for ca ei uke. Men det kommer til å bli ei uke hvor det skjer ganske mye. For Hanne (venninna som Torgunn bor med) og Torgunn har laga et veldig fint program, med masse plass til spontane ideer. Og noe av det beste er at vi skal besøke La casa Azul og salsa står på programmet. Hvilket jeg tror ikke kan være annet en bra.
Det aller morsomste er at jeg skal være der på Día de los muertos. Og det må jo være en opplevelse. Jeg er så gira nå at jeg ikke klarer å finne ut hva jeg skal skrive.

*tenker*

Jeg gleder meg også til i kveld, for da kommer mamma på besøk til meg og hjelper meg å pakke ferdig. Så jeg unngår å glemme de vanlige tingene. Så skal vi ut og spise middag og se på 3. klassen på skuespillerlinja på niss NISS spille. Det blir godt å være med mamma igjen. Det var absolutt lurt å flytte ut av meg da jeg gjorde, for hvis ikke kunne vi risikere å ha gått skikkelig i klinsj. Og nå savner jeg henne masse. Men det er nok som folk pleier å si; man innser ikke hva man har ført det er bort. Eller så kan man se det på den andre måten; Absence makes a heart grow fonder. For forholdet til mamma og meg er bedre nå, som jeg har flytta for meg selv og ho nesten 3 timer unna, enn det har vært på alt for lenge. Eller kanskje det bare er det at jeg begynner å bli voksen?

Når det gjelder fantastiske Aleksander så vet jeg at jeg kommer til å savne ham. Uansett hvor slemt dte høres ut så gleder jeg meg faktisk litt til åsavne ham. Og da gleder jeg meg enda mer til å komme hjem igjen til de varme, sterke, beskyttende armene hans. Desverre vet jeg ikke når vi kan møtes igjen når jeg kommer tilbake. Det får bli opp til ham. For helga etter at jeg har vært borte er det han som reiser sin vei. Selv om det bare er for en helg.