You say it's time to leave cause it's getting dark. Feet moving on their own, we trust they'll take us home

I took 400 pictures in Paris with my digital camera. Split on six days, that'll be 66,67 pictures each day. Paris has an area of 105,4 square kilometres. 1 square kilometre (km2) is equal to: 1,000,000 square metres (m2). We ended up visiting most of the parts of Paris, without meaning to. But I still only took 66,67 pictures each day. Why? Digital cameras allows you to take a hundred pictures of the same object, so you can sort out the ones you dislike, and choose the one you think is the prettiest, the most perfect. But in the end, it ends up being about taking that perfect picture, something to show off, rather than capturing a memory. Since realising this fact, I've tried to minimise the amount of pictures I take of the same object. I've become more hesitant to take the picture, and I spend longer time trying to find the perfect shot. And even then, it's only when I think it's fine to look at the object through a lense, rather than watching it in real life. And more often than not, I choose to not pick up my camera. These following pictures are from the Picasso museum in Marais. Picasso is very much confusing to me. But I think maybe it was the way the paintings were portrayed, I'd like to see the pictures in a chronological order, just to see how his techniques changed. That's interesting to me, seeing how artists change in their techniques, and trying to understand why that is. I have to say that the museum itself was almost art. Museums are interesting, but the people in the museums are also vastly interesting to me. Which is why the following pictures is mostly people looking at art. Hi, by the way. Or you know, bonjour! 

Don't you hear that rhythm? Can you show me how we can escape

Yesterday was a fun day. First day of vacation started off packing, using my newly acquired packing cubes. And honestly, it's so fucking satisfying looking at how organised my suitcase is. I've really been looking forward to this for a month or so, now, and it was just how I thought it'd be. Kiwi laughed at my silliness, but agreed at the practicality of packing cubes. As did Marble, and I knew that Marble would get it. We've travelled together multiple times now, and we've always had conversations about how messy it is, living out of a suitcase and never finding that thing you packed until you get home and unpack. We had planned to go to a museum yesterday, only, none of us had been attentive enough to check out closing times. So we got to the museum, realised it was going to be closed in ten minutes. So instead of going to the museum, we just continued walking towards Akershus festning, then towards Aker Brygge, and then Tjuvholmen. After walking from store to store, we ended up having some grub at Wayne's Coffee at Tjuvholmen. We did think of picking up a few things at the grocery store, then walk back to Akershus festning, but time was running out. After we'd gone to the loo, we went to the venue where we were going to watch stand-up. It was already filled up when we got there, but eventually we found ourselves some seats. Sugar was a bit late, due to her train. But she got there just in time. It was hilarious, my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. Maybe it was the two beers I had guzzled, but wow, I thought I'd pee myself. Obviously, not all acts were my cup of tea, but that's just how stand-up goes. After going to the loos, and waiting for the rest of my friends, we met some acquaintances from school years ago. Well, they're good friends with Marble, but to me they're acquaintances. But they joined us for drinks afterwards, and it was lovely. We all ordered different drinks and had a taste of all of each others' drinks. Funnily, they were all in different colours. I went hard on my last drink: a mix of vodka, gin and rum. It was definitely noticeable. I tried my first drink because of one of the ingredients were Midori, and I was curious to taste it. I know now that it's not my kind of drink, but it was good to taste nevertheless. We chatted, and sat for maybe two hours before we decided to go. Sugar had left us an hour in, or so, coz she was going out. The rest of us decided on a whim that we'd go out too, well, try. When we got to the place we wanted to, it turned out they had a 23-age limit, which was fucking annoying. As Marble and I discussed: it feels like we never get old enough. We wanted to go dancing as well, and there's not many options when you want a good dance floor. So we went to the neighbour club, where the line was humongous, but we decided to give it a try. Our acquaintances left us then, and we were joined by one of Kiwi's acquaintances. An hour in, we were still stuck in a near-still line, and had just gotten enough of all the pushing back and forth. So we left to try another place, but the mood was kind of subdued, and we knew that we wouldn't get the dance floor we wanted. So after walking from place to place, we decided to go home. A lone Dane approached us, asked us for directions. Gracious as we were, we actually followed him to the underground, only to find that it had stopped going, then we lead him to the bus. We all got a hug each, and I concluded that we had done a good deed. Imagine being in a new country, your friends have left you, and you've no idea of how to get home. Just a minute later, we were approached by two guys who had lost their last train, and no way to get home unless anyone could drive. We couldn't help them, but they were grateful anyway. Kiwi and I were both welcomed to sleep over at Marble's, but I figured out that I could just walk from one of the bus stops, and get home. Another day, I'd probably sleep over. But I figured since I'm going to Paris tomorrow, I ought to be home and pack up. I got home at 2.30 am, but didn't go to bed until 4 am. Burnt myself on hot cheese on my toast, nearly finished reading a fan fiction. Although yesterday didn't go just how we'd expected, I really liked it, and it was a perfect first day off. Doing things on a whim usually means the endstop will be uncertain, but that's the fun in it. You don't know how things will end up. I'm glad we decided we wanted to go out, despite not getting in anywhere. At least I had a nice walk with my friends through the streets of Oslo. I always find that it's such a nice atmosphere at night, when everyone's had a bit of alcohol, the bars are pumping with life, and strangers meet strangers. I woke up at noon today. I've got to clean my bedroom, exercise, have a shower and pack up the last bits. Tomorrow awaits an exciting adventure, though I strangely enough don't have much expectations. It starts really early, so I have to somehow fall asleep early tonight. Good luck with that, I tell myself. As for you, have a good week. See you in a week, when I'm back from Paris. 

I want desire, cause your love only gets me abused

Today's been slow. My shift was awfully slow, and I was restless, pacing back and forth, reading about medicine. And then I was tired, and moaning about the lack of action. But it was good, having less to do. It just makes you more tired, it feels like. And I've been very tired this week, almost as if the workload the past week finally made a dent to my body (and mind). I just realised I was supposed to end my shift at 3 pm, rather than 3.30 pm (I went home at 3.40). Oh well, I don't really mind anyway. And it's officially the start of my vacation. We had delicious cake at work, and it's like there was a rumour swirling around "there's gonna be cake". At the end of our shift, we were all sat down in the new sitting area, which Kiwi baptised. I told Kiwi it's funny, cos it's right beside the window, and our uniforms are white. So when I walked towards all my co-workers sat in their white uniforms, the light from outside shone on them, and made them look a bit like angels. At the end of my shift, I felt very sluggish, overtired. And well, it was hilarious, because when Kiwi and I had changed out of our uniforms, and we were throwing them away, I was talking to her, but, like, she was standing on the other side of where I was talking towards. Does that make sense? Anyway, I looked a right fool, probably. We were giggling at stupid things, a bit like being hungover, Kiwi said. After work, Kiwi and I went to the mall because Kiwi was going to get her hair did. I was just tagging along, but because my blood sugar was low, and I was hungry, our first stop was a restaurant. Then we went shopping, and Kiwi bought the nicest shoes by Adidas. They were love at first sight from my side, perfect. I'm trying to restrain myself from shopping, seeing as I'm going to Paris in a few days. Anyway, after three hours (?) I decided to go home because I was so exhausted. But before I went, I managed to buy a magazine. It's actually been over a year since I last bought a magazine like that. Of course it was an interior magazine. When I got home, I had a shower, then I ate, drank tea whilst reading my magazine. Perfect for relaxing. Only thing that would make it even better would be a face mask, probably. I'm gonna head to bed soon, as I'm quite exhausted. Tomorrow I am going to watch stand-up with Marble, Sugar and Kiwi. But before I do that, I am going to start packing for Paris. Tomorrow is after all my last opportunity to run for the shops if I find that I need to buy something for the trip. I am looking forward to try out my packing cubes, silly me. Bonne nuit! 

I put three daisies in the notebook and watched the petals all fall out

"We learn the most brutal ways," my boss told me in the morning, and I thought yes. But we also get the greatest rewards. And I guess that's why we continue. I've crossed yet another day off my list, and my last shift this summer is tomorrow. I just finished watching "My kid and me" by Casey Neistat, which felt a lot like reading a really great book, when in truth it's a twenty minute video about a dad and his son. It was lovely, brought a tear to my eye, and seriously, some people are amazing at creating videos, films. To manage to produce a product that makes people smile, laugh and cry is quite extraordinary when you think of it. I sometimes think I'm twenty-three, though I only recently turned twenty-two. Marble agreed with me, said she also thinks it sometimes. It's like each year counted, then I turned twenty, and after that it didn't feel like it mattered anymore. Now it's only 25, 30, 35, 40, 45- etcetera, that matters. Maybe it's not that they don't matter, it's just that the years seem to fly so quickly away. Maybe you only stop up at the 25s, 30s, 35s--- because you have a crisis: "where the hell did all the time go?". I see a lot of illness, people dying, and one of the good things about working in healthcare, is that you often feel really grateful for your own life. You see things at work that reminds you of how lucky you really are. My package arrived at the postal office today, which is crazy. I put the order in on Tuesday, and it arrived today. It made me happy, likewise when I managed to motivate myself to exercise today. I hate doing burpees, but they do so much good to the bod, and it feels nice afterwards. My face is the current playground for a lot of spots. They rejoice on my skin, and it's not like I've got any magical cure to make them disappear. It's a good thing I've got vacation soon, less stressful things to worry about. Or, you know, I might worry more. I do easily think more when I've got a lot of quiet time. I am currently listening to Tom Rosenthal. He's very soothing, I've found. Soothing to the ears and to the mind. Good evening, and good night. 

I said that's fine but you're the only one that knows I lied

Shit days are shitty. When I got home today, I undressed and sat in my bed, listening to my music on shuffle, and had a cry. Then I ate some food and drank a cup of tea. Some days at work are harder than others, but today has probably been the shittiest day I've experienced related to my job. But I think it's fine now. I've debriefed with my colleagues, but probably more importantly-- I've debriefed with myself. When something happens, and it affects you emotionally, it's so important to work through those emotions, rather than shut them out. I learned that the hard way, when I thought just putting on a smile was a good thing. Allow yourself to feel. That's what I've done, and I feel better. My boss said to me that I must'n't take it too hard. And I said: "I am going to take it hard, but that's okay, because I'd be worried if this didn't affect me". On my way home today, I met Marble at the bus stop. Well, technically we were at the same bus, but I didn't see her (am always in my own world, and especially then), and she didn't see me (she's just got bad eyesight). But she said hi on her way off the bus, and I figured it wasn't too far away from my own bus stop, so I went with her. We caught up a bit, then another friend came off the bus and we all had a chat. It's funny, because it feels like I'm just meeting everyone nowadays. Although work was tough today, we also had a lot of fun. We pranked our doctor, and then he totally pranked me back. It was hilarious, and also really nice to have a doctor who is able to joke around. There's just so many serious doctors, which, I guess is good, but I think it makes a better environment when people have fun together. Only two days left of work, then I have the rest of my life off (ah, I wish). But seriously, five days until Paris. So I watched the newest episode of Teen Wolf yesterday, and I'm just so lost. I just don't understand how things will continue. Like, will things patch up again? And the first part of the season is nearly over, and I've been sat with a question mark on my face after each episode. Once I thought Derek was back, but it wasn't, and that made me sad. I'm sure the producer will tie most of the strings together at last, but for now it's a very stressful show to watch. I was also really terrified at one point yesterday, and I might have yelled a bit. Anyway, I'm going to drink some more tea, read fan fiction, and hopefully get a good night's rest. Could really do with that.