The day has passed far to quickly. Fell asleep wishing I could be done with the day already. Today was the day I had been dreading for since before Christmas holidays. I was standing by the sink in the kitchen, when I realised yet again it was only a few days left before I'd have to start "praksis", and I groaned out loud. My sister and brother laughed. And my sister asked "what was that for?" when I reappeared in the living room with a noticeable sagging in my walk. "I have school in three days, and then "praksis" is coming up right after," I sulked. When I woke up today, I was still avoiding the fact that it was my first day of the new "praksis", and instead I read a fan fiction I started on yesterday. I was so absorbed into the story, that I almost forgot check out how I would even get there. And in the end, I took the wrong bus and ended up having to walk for about 25 minutes. It was okay, except in the end, my toes were frozen. Not so very odd, when it was -14 Celsius. Luckily I had my orientation skills, as I was a bit unsure where to walk. I have walked the stretch before, but that's years ago. When I finally arrived and hunted down the right entrance, I was a bit early, as I'd calculated that I would use quite a bit of time to find the way. I also realised then, that I had taken the wrong bus and walked an unnecessary long way. However, except for the biting cold that threatened to freeze off my toes in the end, I quite enjoyed the little walk. Which is also why I walked back to the train station after my day was over. They let us go a bit earlier due to illness in staff, and a busy schedule. And I had no objections. It was of course a lot better than I had expected-- always is. But it's still odd, because as my two previous "praksis" periods have also been new experiences, this one feels like something completely new and out of my competence and knowledge. Perhaps I'll learn the most in this "praksis" period? Maybe. When I got home, I continued reading that fan fiction, and it was good, very good. "Maybe he showed him a way to make the broken bits of him fit back together. Perhaps that's love, fighting the urge to fix someone because they have to fix themselves" (x). I do enjoy a bit of a complicated love story. And it's nice, because it's a story that shows love in a different way then it's so often romanticised. It shows that love can also make you bring out the worst in each other. I find different types of love intriguing. And I believe that you can love a lot of things and people, but that you can love them differently and someone more than others. So I wouldn't dismiss previous loves, and say "what you felt then, wasn't love, because it couldn't possibly compare to this". Anyway, it was a surprising ending too, actually. It was just really, really nice. And I'm rereading bits of it already. Did I mention here that I read a bit of Cloud Atlas fan fiction? Well, I did the other day, and it was good. I was quite fond of the storyline between Rufus Sixsmith and Robert Frobisher. Because I am a romantic at heart, at least I think so. And I also carry a fondness of exchanging letters. Which leads me back to my own life-- after I'd finished reading the fan fiction, I went out to brace the cold yet again. But this time, I wore my bubble hat, which I've not used in years, I think. With my 100% wool "Mariusgenser" (a traditional Norwegian jumper), my wool coat, bubble hat, scarf, mittens and winter boots-- I trudged my way towards the post office where I posted a letter and other things. When I got home, I had a bit to eat. Oh, and I ate crisps! Which is a bad habit I've successfully managed to keep in wraps. I only eat it when someone's bought it and we're watching movies. But yesterday I was watching a bit of Rain Man, and I ate a great deal of crisps. But I guess it's alright. This is where the phrase "yolo" or "kal ho na ho" comes in. I did do some exercise yesterday, including dynamic yoga, which nearly killed me in the end. Also very reassuring that if anyone hears a thump from my bedroom, no one comes running to ask if everything's okay (sarcasm). Just screamed "Tony!" at Nichoulas Hoult's Twitter page-- I'm not quite sure what's wrong with me. I suspect it's the lack of pictures of Mr. Niall Horan, who's been rumoured to be holed up in a hospital in America somewhere due to his knee operations. If it's true, he's doing a good job on Twitter pretending he's not. That bastard, he knows how to play the people. One Direction are not to be trusted (sighs). I also miss watching Essiebutton's daily vlogs, so I was bloody ecstatic when there was a new one today. But now I'll have to wait for the next one, and that makes me really sad. Oh and the picture is of something I quickly scribbled down in my drawing book yesterday, after writing the note on my phone. I tend to do that a lot-- write down pieces of things that comes to mind, on my little notebook in my iPhone. Right, now I've actually got to do some school work and prepare for tomorrow. Can't avoid my life forever.
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