I've been thinking lots about your mouth

Hiya! It's exactly one week left until Dublin, and it appears that Ed Sheeran had a secret gig in Dublin just yesterday. Oh god how I fumed when I first read about it. If only, arg! Anyway, yesterday the self titled CD by The 1975 arrived in our mail. I ordered it a few days ago because I've actually wanted it for a really long time now. I listened to it whilst watching my sister play the Sims yesterday. And during, I kept commenting the songs by adressing "Matty" (meaning: Matthew Healy, the lead singer in the band). For example: "what are you even singing, Matty?". I never said I am sane. Tomorrow will be my last day at my summer job, except not really? Just the end of the summer job aspect of the job. But it'll be good to have some time off. Oh, and I can't wait to see my nephew. Also can't wait to cut my hair. And to see their dog. The only negative thing is that the weather is going to change for the worse (in my opinion) the few days they're here. Just their luck, really. Erm, I think the tree outside my house has grown? I feel like the branches are closer to my window. Maybe one day I'll be able to reach out to it. Except I hope not, I wouldn't really feel safe with such a big tree looming over me. To be honest, if it's ever struck with lightning and falls down towards my house, I'll probably die. Right, onto more happy subjects-- I had a really great day at work today. Though it felt exhausting, most of my patients were doing good. Because we were more people today, I had less patients to care for, and I really took my time with my patients. And it was just so nice, because I felt like I was able to do so many more things than I usually am. Also, I just feel like I interacted with so many patients today. Just- I had a really good day at work today. I think I am going to turn in quite soon, because I really want to sleep. Maybe read a few pages of that Bridget Jones book first though, because I don't know if I'm able to read 300 pages tomorrow before the visitors will come (I mean, in theory I can. But I probably have to spend some time cleaning and other things). Right, good night. At least good night to myself. 

You're losing your words. We're speaking in bodies

(Picture numero uno: from Dublin City Guide by Lonely Planet. Picture numero dos: from Dublin Gatelangs). Hiya people! I started my morning at 7:00 am in hope to get out of the house before my father woke up. Not that I hate my father, but I couldn't think of how to say no to him if he were to ask me to go driving. Plus as I did write the other day, I am trying to finish reading the Bridget Jones book. And I thought maybe I'd do that at the library. Instead I read the travel books about Dublin, and kudos to Lonely Planet, because they've written a really witty travel book. I found myself laughing along quite a few times (might be because I'm a dork though..). I do always enjoy time in the library, and I think it's fun to just roam the shelves and sit down to look through books. It was peaceful, until my bladder was about to explode. So I went to the mall because it was nearing lunch time as well. When successfully emptying my bladder (hey you shouldn't take it for granted being able to pee), I went to buy myself a cinnamon bun. I will admit that I have not been eating very good the past few weeks, and I can't even begin to count how many times I've skipped out on exercise. But you know, be kind to yourself sometimes. Seeing as I was at the mall, I figured I'd look around for a bit. And I very nearly bought myself some wine glasses. I just couldn't find them in the colour I wanted, so eventually I gave up on the attempt to buy wine glasses. Perhaps it was a sign, I don't know. I told my brother about this, and he replied that it wasn't smart to buy house stuff until I get a place of my own. I just said that it's my obsession, and that I am quite restrictive. I mean, I could have bought so many things already, but I've not, because of the following question: "do you have space for it?". Most of the time my answer is no. I continued reading about Dublin once I got home. At one point I asked my brother if he'd consider coming along for karaoke. He said: "no. Besides, I already did," and then proceeded to show me a picture of him holding a microphone to his mouth. His mate, who was sat beside him, was red from laughing. I asked which song he was singing, and my brother said he didn't know because it was in Polish. Right now I've been watching my sister play the Sims, because that's what I like to do on my days off. There's only two days left until Lynx and co comes to visit. And then it appears that both I and my brother are leaving for travels the 7th of August. Which is in eight days (!). I've yet to start thinking about what to pack. You know what strange thing happened to me when I was sat at the library? I sort of had this thought that I really wanted to be at school reading. This is a rarity, but yes, today at 10:30 am, I had a strong wish to be at school. Another strange, and probably a lot more strange: the other day I dreamt that I had a penis. And like, there were two of me? One with regular equipment, and one with a willy. It was really strange, because I was the real me, but then I was also the willy-me, but I could be both at the same time too? Oh well, I am going to spend the rest of my day off watching my sister play the Sims, read fan fiction and the Bridget Jones book. Basically just chill out. 

Every night I'm losing you in a thousand faces. Now it feels we're as close as strangers

He said he fell in love with you the moment he saw you smile at the sky. Only a week after you met. You wake up one day, and you can't remember your life without him in it. All those days you used to spend alone, are suddenly filled with him. You're doing everything together. He's there when you wake up, and he's there when you fall asleep. It's all so quick, and although you're terrified, you let yourself fall in love with him. But the thing is: he has a very big heart, and he falls in love quickly and intensely. One day when you're doing the laundry together, he'll be chatting to you about that person he met on the tube home on Tuesday evening. And he'll ramble on about how they were hilarious and that he got their number. There's this little unpleasant drag behind your sternum, but you ignore it in favour to smile at that stupidly gorgeous boy in front of you. It doesn't take long until he's fallen in love with the person he met on the tube. And it's then you realise how much space you made for him. In your life, in your heart. It makes your chest hurt, because his love was so overwhelming and great. But maybe you already knew how it would end anyway, maybe that's what your chest was trying to tell you when he first told you about this person who could make him laugh so hard that he started crying at 8:00 pm on a Tuesday. You don't spite him because you know it's just in his nature, maybe he loves in a different way than what you do. He still loves you, and you still love him. Just not in the same way. 

I swear she's destined for the screen, closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen

Hullooo! I still don't think I'll ever be able to pass a driver's test, and I didn't read more of the Bridget Jones book yesterday. I also skipped out on exercising, and I had a lot of crisps instead. However, I did spend a lot of time reading up on Dublin whilst watching my sister play The Sims yesterday. You know how I'm a big fan of Niall Horan? Well, he spends a lot of time golfing-- but I never thought much of it because he's a fan of a lot of different sports (football, boxing, golf, rugby, etcetera). But when I was looking at maps of Dublin /Ireland yesterday, I was amazed by the amount of golf clubs. So it might not just be a coincidence that Niall is such a big fan of golfing. I jokingly said to my sister "maybe I'll get the others to join me at golf". It was a joke, because I've only ever held a golf club once in my life, and that was in the back yard of my childhood friend's house about a decade ago. It's been very nice having the weekend off, and I can't wait for Friday to come again. I've got the late shift today and then the early shift tomorrow, so it'll probably be a bit tiring. Luckily I have Wednesday off. My goal for this week is to finish the Bridget Jones book before Lynx and co comes, because I don't think there will be much reading done then. Also, I've still got two other books on my side-table, waiting to be read. There's only ten days left until Dublin, and I ought to start thinking of what to pack. Because Dublin is apparently a very weather-changing place, which is the most difficult thing to pack for, I think. It's seventeen days left until I start school, and I'm a bit stressed, because there were so many things I was supposed to do before I start. Blah, it'll be alright anyway. Oh the picture is of the face mask I used yesterday. It was one of the bits I got in my birthday present from Volla. I've never tried an actual cloth mask before, so it was quite interesting. I have to go grab something to eat now, and prepare for a day of work. Have a good ol' Monday x. Reflect on all the things you've actually accomplished in your life. It's quite amazing, and you should be proud of yourself. 

having trouble with the right words, but you tell me with your eyes

The other day a co-worker showed me the trailer for 50 Shades of Grey. I said it looked intense and she agreed. She asked if I had ever read it, and I answered "no, but a lot of my friends have". I'm not a book snob, I don't point out books saying that they are horrible. But I don't think I'll ever read 50 Shades of Grey. Because I've only heard that it's basically a bad fan fiction, and I've read enough of those. What's scary, is the sudden popularity of the trilogy(?). Not only grown ups have read them, but teenagers. And believe it or not, books have influential powers. Yesterday I came across this post on Tumblr about the movie, and I just think it's so true. "Now, we have a film that is expected to be a huge box-office success, and will likely convince countless more young women that it’s okay not to have any autonomy in a relationship, that a man is allowed to control them entirely. It will also show many young men that women are theirs to play with and dominate, thus contributing to antiquated patriarchal values and rape culture" (1). Sorry for this ramble, but I don't think people realise the importance in the influence of books. Good on you if reading these books will make you more open for new things. But for some people who are young, more insecure and unsure of themselves- they might think "oh, so that's how I have to be in order to please". Anyway, I woke up around 8:30 am today, and it's been nice sleeping a bit more than usual. I stayed in bed and read a few fan fictions, before my dad knocked on the door. "C'mon let's go drive," he said. I got out of bed, had my brekkie, and then we went to drive. This time it was the car with manual transmission, and when I got into the car I was a bit unsure if I actually remembered how to drive it at all. Today I practised changing gears and parking. I still can't see how I'm supposed to manage to pass a driver test, like ever. Anyway, once we got home, I very nearly crashed one of the side-mirrors into the garage. But it went well in the end, and I'm happy about today's progress. Throughout the whole day thus far, it's been lighting and thunder. And for a bit there was a lot of rain, in which Monchita and I decided to go run around in the garden. I put on my bikini and ran outside to the grass where Monchita and I did some gymnastics whilst looking at the lightning. My mum was shouting for us to come back inside, and in the end I did because it was getting a bit too chilly for me. I can't wait for Lynx and co to come this Friday. I want to chop off my hair so badly. Once to change your hair regularly, I find that you long for change more often. I've only got four days left of work: tomorrow, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. And then I have just less than two weeks off. I think I might spend some time trying to make plans for Dublin, and then attempt to finish the Bridget Jones book. Oh and I think I might have a face mask tonight, just because "I'm worth it". Lols, have a great Sunday! 

It's in your lips and in your kiss. It's in your touch and your fingertips. And it's in all the things and other things that make you who you are

Here's two things (the pictures) I've been excited about for the past few days: 1. I've had this watch for two years, and it's always been far too big for me. I fell in love with it at the counter at Urban Outfitters, and for two years it's only been a piece to look at. That is until Monday when I finally decided to take action and get it fitted. 2. My dad knocked on my door the other day, and said: "here's your birthday gift" whilst carrying this glass with money in it. I asked if the glass was my sister's doing, because she knows I'm obsessed with glasses. And it was indeed her doing. Thanks Monchita. I just asked her if she wants to see my collection of mugs and glasses. She said no, which was really disappointing. I'm hoping that once my brother finds an apartment, he'll let me buy him glasses. Yesterday after work was spent at the mall with Monchita, because she apparently was "bored out of her mind". We both raided through a rack of CD's and I went home with Believe Acoustic and The Best of Radiohead. I sometimes wonder what the cashier at the music store must think of me based on the music I purchase. "Baby, senorita, mon cherie. Please be my little lady". That's my favourite part of Take You by Justin Bieber (I'm currently listening to him as we speak (i.e. write)). My sister managed to drag me to the mall today as well. This time it was in an attempt to find an extension pack for Sims 3. I randomly went to her bedroom and she was playing Sims, which I gasped at. Because I've told her so many times how much I long to play Sims. Anyway, I've been watching her play Sims for the past hours or so. Obviously I've been doing other things too, like doing my own accounting and paying bills. Basically boring grown up things that sort of sucks. Before all of this I spent all of my morning and parts of my afternoon out in the sun reading or sleeping. It's supposed to get colder next week, and I'm sort of happy because it makes life (sleeping, work, etc) a bit easier. However, I'm afraid that the weather will go downhill for a long while, which would suck. It would especially suck to travel to Dublin and only have horrible weather. So I'm crossing my fingers! I'm going to go watch Midnight In Paris soon because it's on the telly, and I kind of really love that movie. I'm going to enjoy myself with a cuppa and some chocolate (yay for Saturdays!). Have a nice evening x. 

if you say you want me to stay, I'll change my mind

Hi, hello, hey. It is so fucking warm. Excuse the cussing, but it really is. It's 28 Celsius inside my bedroom, and it makes it quite unbearable to spend time in here. Not to mention sleeping. On Tuesday evening, after I'd come home from my late shift at work, I saw a person in my garden. It was quite dark by then, but I instantly recognised the shape of my brother. It was quite a surprise, when I've not heard a thing from him for the past few weeks. And he never mentioned when he was coming home either. But that's how my brother is. And then yesterday my parents got home as well. So it went from being two in the house to five in a night. I've finally got my camera back (though the pictures in this post is taken with my phone), but my dad said he'd lost my case to put my camera in. That's a bit sad since I actually got it in China four years ago, but it's not the end of the world. I looked through some of the pictures that they had taken. It made me long a bit for China. For the people and the hospitality and family-- and. Yesterday was a very relaxed day at work. However, when you're breaking a sweat from just sitting still-- you know it's bloody warm. I reckon it'll be likewise today. Except I think it'll be a bit more stressful. Oh, and then I have a morning shift tomorrow. I can't wait for that to be done so I can finally have a full weekend off! Then I only have one week left of my summer job, and as of today it's two weeks until Dublin. That's crazy. Oh god. I can't wait, and I've yet to make plans. I'll have to do that this weekend probably. Anyway, I ate my breakfast outside in the garden on freshly cut grass. It was really nice, but it was a shorter brekkie, because my dad wanted me to do some driving. Luckily it was the car with automatic transmission, because I'm fairly sure I've forgotten how to drive a manual. (Probably haven't, but let's pretend and just take the easy way out). I've just had a shower, and I've got to get ready soon probably. Hopefully the next 27 hours will pass by quickly. Have a wonderful day, and remember to wear sunscreen and drink lots of water if you're going to spend time outside in warm weather. Take care of yourself. 

now I'm caught up in a dream, don't wanna leave

Howdy (still trying out greetings). Here's a bit of my morning in pictures. The first picture is actually of my new duvet cover! There's something about white duvet covers that I cannot resist. The pillow case with the world map on was on sale for 94p/1,61$/10 nok. It would be stupid to not buy it. I woke up around 7:30 am today, again due to the heat. A few days ago, maybe last week, the temperature dropped a bit. And it was nice, because you could sleep without working too much of a sweat. But now the temperature is back, I think. And I can't sleep for much longer than 8:00 am due to it. I don't mind waking up early, though. There's just something really lovely about early mornings in a silent house. Today I had some yoghurt, granola and banana. Along with apple, cinnamon & raisin tea by Twinings. And for the first time in absolutely ages, I listen to Grimmy in the morning. I usually only listen to him when I exercise these days, and that's usually in the evening or afternoon. But today I did my exercise early, which means that before noon: I've had my breakfast, exercised, showered and had lunch. I'm going to be happy with that achievement. It's not every day I am effective. The windows are open and maybe I should move outside with a cup of tea, but I find that I very easily get tired by the sun, so I'm actually avoiding it a bit. I did actually lie out in the sun yesterday for a bit-- reading, albeit not the Bridget Jones book. I was rereading a fan fiction, which I've not finished reading yet. It's just a really great fan fiction, and I have a tendency to reread the ones I really enjoy. So that's probably what I'll continue doing now. Oh, and it appears that the One Direction concert footage will be shown in theatres in October. Albeit only a weekend, which means they'll probably be full of excited and screaming people. Oh well, it'll be good anyway. Today is the three year anniversary of the terrible tragedy that happened in Norway. My thoughts are with everyone who has been affected. Right now I'm going to go read, before I have work in the afternoon. Luckily I don't have a very long shift today, because I'd like to do some cleaning before my parents will be home tomorrow. Wow, they've actually been gone for a month? I didn't realise. Oh well. Hopefully my mum won't be too mad about wilting (and dead) flowers. 

I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight

Here's a better picture of my pj's. On the shorts it says "follow me", "e-mail me", and "tag me". I am obsessed. I woke up at 7:30 am today, because it was too warm to sleep any longer. So I went downstairs to the living room to do some stretches whilst listening to Bon Iver. Then I curled my hair, had my breakfast and tea, got ready for a trip to the mall. Usually I'll just throw on my shorts and not do anything with my face or hair. But I felt like actually "getting ready" today. When I got to the mall (around 11:00 am), I was only wearing a skirt and a t-shirt, so I knew it was going to be a really warm day. I treated myself to some short dungarees in a cotton fabric. It was on sale, and I couldn't help myself. Also got a new duvet cover and another few bits and bobs. My phone insisted on playing Justin Bieber almost for the whole time I was at the mall. It does that sometimes, I think it's definitely infatuated with Bieber. Before going home, I went on a short trip to the library, where I found Mad About The Boy by Helen Fielding. I can't wait to read this, as I've read the other Bridget Jones books. I might go lie outside in the grass and read it later. When I was walking towards the exit, this woman asked me whether I'd like to see the art. My local library often showcases local art, which is really nice. I said yes, and I looked through it. She gave me a sheet with the list of names of all the pictures, and there was a picture that reminded me of blood pulsing through the aorta. But it was named something entirely different. It's strange and really fascinating how we all have such different perspectives, isn't it? Anyway, I'm going to start on dinner now. Have a nice Monday! 

this is my choice and you're the drug that gets me through

On my way home from work today, I managed to get stung by a bee. It's been over a decade since I last was stung, and the sudden pain is really shocking. I was cycling home, and a bee must have gotten stuck to my tights, and thought it was being attacked. And it stung me, which I realised when I felt some burning stings in my thigh. My initial reaction was to beat it away. But the thing about these kind of stings, is that it hurts for a bit of time. Luckily I was so tired of work and cycling, that it sort of overshadowed the pain from the sting. But you know, it was interesting. I had a really heavy shift at work yesterday, and then I almost didn't sleep last night either. So when I woke up for work this morning, I didn't really feel at top. But work was really nice today-- very relaxing. Of all the bits I got from Volla for my birthday, my favourite gift was the pyjamas' from Forever 21 (oh so many nice pj's from Forever 21, ugh).Volla never fails at buying nice pj's, and this must be my favourite of all she's bought me. The top says: "Be nice ... or you'll end up on my blog". I looked at her when I read this line: "oh, you know that I have a blog?". Apparently she does. But the point is that I love the pj's because it's with shorts and not trousers, which is perfect seeing as it's so bloody warm now. I've spent the day doing some gardening, washing, making supper, etc. Just mundane and domestic things. I ought to say that I made some perfectly boiled broccoli and carrots tonight. Perfect! I'm currently scrolling through my Tumblr, and it appears that Louis' (Tomlinson) mum and step dad got married today. And I just-- Harry??? For goodness sake, can you button up your shirts? It's a bloody wedding. Apart from that, it looked like a really nice wedding. There's been a lot of weddings in the One Direction family as of late. Actually, there's been a lot of weddings this year, and like, all the time probably. Anyway, I'm going to try going to bed early, so I can wake up early and enjoy my day off properly. I'm planning to stroll around the mall, maybe let myself buy something interior-related. And then I might bake some cake. That's all the planning I am going to do. Let's see what actually happens tomorrow, you never know. 

we both have demons that we can't stand. I love your demons like devils can

Gooooood morning! I've been up since 8:00 am, and I've already had my brekkie and been to the grocery store. It's such a lovely day, and as you can see, I dressed up in blue. I almost wore my Nike Air Max' too, which are white and blue. But I thought maybe it was a bit of an overkill, ha. However, I wore my new Converse, which you can see are white and not high tops. I had a similar pair of these back in the days, but they got really dirty (because I think I once wore them during "russetiden") and they became too small to me. So they got thrown away. It's a bit strange, not wearing high tops, because that's what I'm used to. Anyway, I am also wearing an awesome bra today. I bought it a few weeks ago, because although it's a bra, it looks a bit like some sporty-looking swimwear. It's so nice looking, I sometimes find myself stopping in front of a mirror to look at it. It's so simple, but it looks so structured. It's also a soft bra, which means it's super comfortable. My goodness, I am obsessed?? Anyway, from one obsession to another-- I've been reading through a lot of posts about "narry" today, and (super sigh) they're so sweet. It's impossible for me to not smile when I see an interaction between them. One of my favourite part about them, is that whenever they hug, Harry (almost) always bends down to put his head in the crook of Niall's neck. It just makes me so fond, because although Harry is the tallest, he seems to always do this. Maybe it's a comfort-thing. The picnic yesterday was cancelled due to some rain. Instead we had sandwiches inside. Also, I tried making meatballs for the first time, and they were quite successful. I only wish I put some extra ingredients in them to add some more flavour and different texture. But you know, it was the first time, so maybe I'll remember for the next time. Oh, I managed to finish Men From The Boys by Tony Parsons yesterday. It's the last book in a trilogy I started last summer. The first book I read by Parsons was Man and Boy, and I fell in love with it. Admittedly, it has taken me quite a lot of time to finish the last book, a bit because I knew I was getting to  a bit heavy chapters, where things go downhill. The ending left me a bit unsatisfied, because there was no distinct ending, and I'm still left with questions. However, that's the nice thing with this trilogy as well. I feel like it's so honest, so easy to relate to. And likewise the real life, there are no distinct ending. The end of one chapter is the start of a new chapter. The next book on my list to read is probably Cloud Atlas, unless I decide to read another book. Yesterday I actually watched Crossfire Hurricane, which is a documentary about The Rolling Stones. It was interesting, because when I was at school, I mostly learned about The Beatles, Bob Dylan, etc. So I know almost nothing about The Rolling Stones. I am aware that Harry Styles have been compared to Mick Jagger, which I think is mostly because of their hair? But yes, I did definitely see a bit of a similarity. They both have that charm and cheekiness. It was really strange, because I felt myself grinning whenever I saw Mick Jagger. Who knows what kind of teenager I would have been if I was born in the sixties? Anyway, my parents will be home in four days, and I have missed them. Sometimes at night, I forget that they're gone, and I keep thinking they're going to be home in a bit. Right now I'm probably going to make myself some lunch and enjoy it in the sun. I've got work this afternoon, and then early tomorrow. But I've got Monday off, so that'll be nice. Have a great Saturday x. 

your love will be safe with me

Morning! At 10:00 pm yesterday, I knocked on my sister's door to get her to look at the clouded sky. I thought it looked gorgeous, like a painting. It was obvious that there was a storm coming our way. We decided to go out on the balcony to watch the storm transform. Both my sister and I quite enjoy the atmosphere thunder and lightning gives. And lately there's been a few of these days with thunder and lightning, so my sister read up on what the different colours of lightning means. So yesterday, as we were watching the lightning in the rain with out raincoats and wellies on along with a cup of hot chocolate in our hands-- we were discussing the colours of the lightning. It was admittedly not the easiest thing to stand there drinking hot chocolate. The rain kept dropping into my cup with such a fast speed, that the hot chocolate kept splashing my face. So eventually I gave up on that, and put my cup inside. We stood outside for 40 minutes, I think. And the last lightning I saw was so up close and so clear on the sky. It was an amazing (and terrifying) red struck of lightning. By then the clouds have moved, and my sister said we were in the midst of the storm, and the lightening was heading our way. I looked nervously at one of the tall trees by our house and tried to figure out how we'd survive if it was struck with lightning. When we decided to head inside, we boiled some tea to warm us up. All in all, it was a really nice thing to do. I can only think of Monchita who would enjoy such a thing, like last year when she told me to wake up early and go outside to see the sunrise. I've yet to do that this year, and maybe I'll do it next weekend, which I actually have off from work. I've not had an entire weekend off since I started my summer job, so that'll be lovely. I woke up at 8:00 am today, and I've just been a bit stressed out about all the things I want to do within today. It is strange when I'd rather read curriculum than the book I'm currently trying to finish. Well, maybe not currently-- I've been trying to finish it for months. I'm almost halfway through, and hopefully I'll manage to finish it today. I also have to start reading up about Dublin, because it's less than three weeks until I go. Which also means I've only got two weeks left of work. I have today off, and I think we're going to have a picnic in our garden, just because. My sister said she wanted to make peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches, which doesn't sound too appealing to me. But I'll probably eat them, I think. Oh well, it's a beautiful day, and I'm going to enjoy it. As the tragedy that was the flight crash yesterday showed, life is short. (Hope all the people affected by this tragedy will be okay). We must appreciate life, and I have decided that being in the twenties isn't too bad, because at least I get to experience all the highs and lows. When I get older, these feelings of being happy and sad will be more mediocre. 

although you made my heart sing, to stay with you would be wrong

The best part about having a birthday in the middle of summer when everyone's gone, is that I get presents quite sporadically. Volla was home for a few hours yesterday, in which she showered, ate and packed her stuff to go to a festival. I got home when she was in the shower, and Monchita was making spag bol in the kitchen. I got the responsibility of making the salad, and then we all sat down to have a meal together. In which Volla updated us on her whereabouts for the past weeks (she went on a road trip through some american states), and we basically had a catch up. I opened my birthday presents after dinner, and as you can probably see, amongst the things I got, was a new pair of Converse, and a watch by Swatch. It's funny because I've gotten a new pair of Converse each year for the past five years. I've yet to try them on with an outfit, because most days I'm just lounging around the house in my pyjamas. She left around 6:00 pm, and I had a very chilled evening. Because I've been so tired the past few days, I decided to go to bed at 11:00 pm, and I woke up about 5:00 am due to a full bladder (due to having stew for supper). I didn't quite expect bumping into Monchita, half naked and half asleep in the hallway, but that I did. And at 7:00 am I had to shut my window because the birds outside were having very loud conversations. I got up around 8:00 am, had some breakfast with a cup of tea. I was listening to Bon Iver, and everything felt at peace. I have strangely enough spent my morning reading curriculum. Sometimes I get an urge to read up on certain illnesses, because I come across them in real life somehow. And it's nice this-- reading curriculum because I want to. I had a bit of salad and a banana for lunch (and loads of tea), before I went on to prepare dinner. I made chicken legs(?), and they were almost perfect. And that's not mine words, it's my sister's. It was such a nice comment, because I attempted making chicken legs the other week, and I don't think it went too great with them. But it was the first time I ever attempted cooking chicken in the oven. The best part about being home alone is learning how to cook. I've spent a lot of time in the kitchen lately, experimenting with foods. Anyway, I cleaned the bathroom after reading a fan fiction, and then I had a shower, before I did a bit of hooving. I feel proper domestic, and I don't hate the feeling. Oh, and I got a dress in the mail today. I was doing a bit of online shopping the other day, and I chose a colour that I normally don't go for. When I'm looking at clothes (or anything, really), I naturally gravitate towards things that are either stripy or navy blue. But I was good and didn't choose the dress in a blue. Right now I'm listening to the 1975 on the Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw from this morning. I'm probably going to eat, and then fill out my planner. Goodness, high five for a productive day. 

I say a prayer with every heart beat

I nearly fell asleep on the sofa yesterday, and then I nearly fell asleep in my bed when I was supposed to be reading. I was just really tired, so I decided to go to bed early. Except, one of the fan fictions I've been reading was updated, and I couldn't help myself. I did however go to bed at my usual bedtime, so it wasn't like I was staying up way past what I should. This morning, I felt a bit like I was going to cry because I wanted to sleep forever. It's been a long day, and my boss told me: "are you tired?" and I was like "hm? oh, yes!". Despite being tired and a bit worn out, one of my coworkers said that I did a really good job. And that she could sense that I was invested in my patients well-being and likewise. It was such a nice thing to hear, and probably very needed today. Despite having less to do today, it was still very tiresome. I've got an early shift tomorrow as well, so I'm going to try going to bed soon. I'm so happy because I've got Thursday and Friday off. And Volla will be home tomorrow, albeit only for the day because she's leaving in the evening. Nevertheless, it'll be really good to see a bit of my family. I've really missed them all. Also, on a more serious note. Whenever someone says "feminism", I've come to realise that most people have a negative association with the word. Because they think it's something it isn't. And here's a picture/post that might shed a bit more light on the matter. Educate yourself.

don't wipe your eyes, tears remind you you're alive

I drew this as a birthday card for Oyster back in May. I can't believe it's been two months already. I a bit of a panic whilst I was cleaning my bedroom this morning, because I realised how little time I've got left of this summer holiday, which will probably be my last proper summer holiday. Because next year I'll be done with my (first?) bachelor, and I'll be expected to be an adult and whatnot. Technically I'll be 21 when I'm done too, which is bloody crazy. But that's far too long in the future for me to think about now. The weather today has been quite confusing. I woke up to a blue sky this morning and a bloody warm bedroom when I thought it was supposed to be cooler and a grey sky. Eventually it turned grey, and it has been fairly windy. That's when I decided to sit by the door with a cuppa, some biscuits and a book (Men From The Boys by Tony Parsons. I've yet to finish this bah). I quite enjoyed the weather, because I was feeling a bit sad today. And it's just comforting to have the weather match your mood, isn't it? I have a tendency to get in a sad mood sometimes, and there's almost never a proper reason for it. I just let myself be sad, and I don't try to change my mood because I think it's important to have these kind of days too. I don't believe in feeling on the top of the world all the time. My goodness, the match yesterday was interesting. I can't remember the last time I shouted as much as I did. I did of course wish for Brazil to win, but Netherlands are clearly superior. I've always known that Brazil isn't a very good team, and initially I only cheered for them because of Neymar. It was a sad sight to see him sitting on the side bench during the match. But I must admit that I was shocked about Netherland's performance. During second half and a bit of the first half it was mostly Brazil who had the ball. It was really strange. Oh and the judge did a lot of mistakes, which sucks. Oh well, hopefully there will be a better judge for the final in about fifteen minutes. We're having pizza for dinner tonight. Ha, football, pizza and beer? Probably not the latter. I've got work tomorrow, and I suspect my sister is coming this upcoming week? I'm a bit unsure, but I do faintly remember that she mentioned it before she left. Oh well, time will tell. 

Sometimes I wonder; In any other summer could you have been my part time lover to me, listening to Stevie Wonder, under the covers where we used to lay and Re: Stacks is what the speakers play

I had a feeling today, that it was somebody's birthday or summat. But I couldn't put my finger on it, July 12th. It wasn't until I scrolled through Twitter, that I realised what today is: Ed Sheeran is playing a festival in Norway. It is a bit annoying, especially since I've just fallen for his new album. My sister told me yesterday that she's almost started learning the lyrics to the songs now, seeing as I keep listening to the album over and over again. Oh, Ed actually mentions two Bon Iver songs in two different songs, one of which is re:stacks, my favourite Bon Iver song. Anyway, I know that I would much more prefer seeing Ed Sheeran in a concert by himself, because at festivals the artists usually have a shorter set list. Meaning less time on stage. Oh and speaking of music; I went to the mall half an hour before it closed yesterday (which is how you avoid big crowds of people) to buy In The Lonely Hour (with the gift card from Sugar, thanks!!) by Sam Smith. I was searching the shelves for a bit, before I had to ask for help because I really couldn't spot it. It's always a bit humiliating when you ask for help to find a CD, because you've spent ten minutes trying to find it-- and then the employee finds it after thirty seconds. I thought I had heard all my favourite songs by Sam Smith by now, until I heard him covering Whitney Houston's How Will I Know this morning. He is so talented, and he never stops surprising me. Listen to the cover before you're going to bed. I reckon it'll bring you some peace. Tonight I'm going to watch football, and hopefully Brazil doesn't do too bad this time. I forgot that there would also be a game between Brazil and Netherlands, so I'm quite ecstatic. I don't know how the situation is with Neymar, but at least Silva can play in this game? I've got tomorrow off, which is really nice. Today wasn't too bad at work, despite it being Saturday and less staff. But it was nice to come home, where I promptly fell asleep sunbathing in the grass. I woke up on my stomach, in the shadow, and a bit foggy. If I spend too much time out in the sun, I get really tired, so I try to not be outside too much. It's a bit of a relief that the weather won't be as nice tomorrow. Maybe it'll be cool enough in my bedroom to sleep for longer than 8-9:00 am. I finished the book yesterday, and it was Attachments by Rainbow Rowell. I've read three books by her now, and she's good. However, I didn't like this book as much as I did with the previous ones. I just thought it lacked a bit of a plot twist, or a peak? Oh well, but what I can praise Rowell with, is that she does have quite original ideas. I'm going to make food now, which is something I've been doing a lot lately. I do admittedly miss my parents cooking, because they just seem to know things about food. I'm a rookie, and I don't know what to marinade chicken thighs with, or if that vegetable goes well with that kind of meat. Hopefully I'll come out of this a bit more wiser. Oh I know! I'm gonna go to the library tomorrow and see if I can find some interesting cooking books. Right, have a great Saturday. I am hopefully going to remember that I can eat chocolate and have some whilst watching the match. 

I got sinning on my mind, sipping on red wine

I am honestly so in love with Multiply by Ed Sheeran. I've been playing it all the time I'm at home, and on my way to work. So basically all the time. I really love it when I fall in love with an album during summer time, because it'll make me associate the album with the summer of 14. Last year was actually In A Perfect World by Kodaline for me. I've got the day off, which is very needed. It was actually quite stressful at work yesterday, and I ended up working a bit later than I was supposed to. Plus it felt a bit like I was almost alone with all the patients. I got to play a waitress for a bit, and my goodness, it's really hard to remember what everyone wants (orders). "Right, a glass of water and some coffee for you, some juice with two pieces of bread for you....". It was a bit stressful, but quite fun too. Anyway, I'm going to spend the next few hours outside in the sun with my current book (which I'll hopefully finish today), some water and tea. And with Ed Sheeran in the background as usual. The weather has been divine the past few days, and it's nearly impossible to fall asleep in this heat. It's usually 26 Celsius inside my bedroom at night, even with my window open all day. It's strange this weather, because we had amazing weather for a really long time, before it dropped and turned into autumn-weather, and then to a nice temperature but a lot of rain. And now it's really warm outside at all times. I was up at 8:00 am this morning, and it was perfectly comfortable to be outside in shorts. Anyway: yay, Argentina won over the Netherlands. I got my wish, and it'll be very interesting to see the final. I've only seen Germany play once, and that was against Brazil, where they were obviously superior. So yes, can't wait for Sunday to come, but I'm a bit worried about what I'm supposed to do without football on the evenings. Maybe sleep or read? I don't know. Oh, and this (the picture) is my current replacement for my own camera. I can't wait to see the pictures once they're developed. I just have to finish the film first. Alright, I'm going to go enjoy the day. Hopefully you'll have a great Friday too x. 

you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

I'm 21 today, which is a strange thing to write, because it feels a bit like I'm only 19. It's been a perfect day really; I've had work, which was fine. Like, it was a bit tiresome, because I stayed up watching the game yesterday. And work was a bit stressful yesterday due to a few different things. However, sometimes it's nice to feel like you're working. Also, I quite like my patients. It's so easy to forget that whilst caring for older people is my work, it's actually their lives. So, being nice, spending some time talking and joking around can make a bit of their day. And it's those small things that matters, I think. Basically, making people happy, makes me happy. I bicycled home in the bloody heat, and changed into a bikini top, before I drank some water and flopped out on a chair with a book I've been meaning to read. The sound of Multiply by Ed Sheeran was playing in the background (which I've become really fond of). It was nice, because I've honestly not been out tanning in the sun for ages. I started off reading the book, but then I had to put it down because I kept dropping off. So I fell asleep in the sun for a bit, which was nice, because though it's been bloody hot today (and the previous days), the sun hasn't been ablaze. We decided to have a BBQ, so whilst I was sat outside, Monchita went to the store. She got home with a present to me in addition to the groceries, which was really nice. I made the salad, and Monchita was the chef. And we had a lovely BBQ in the nice weather (whilst listening to Jonas Brothers). And now I'm watching the match between the Netherlands and Argentina, which is so bloody tense. I am cheering for Argentina, because I think it would be sad to see two European teams in the final. Also, I feel like Argentina is the underdog in this match. However, I also think Netherlands are really good, and have been during the whole championship, so I sort of want them to win too. I just want everyone to win, is all. I'm scared to take my eyes off the television now, because it's so tense. So 

all my senses come to life while I'm stumbling home as drunk as I

Lately I've woken up and thought that I really love my life. And it's not been a joke. We tend to compare ourselves with peers on our own age, especially in the twenties. And I do it a lot, but then I think: "if I do that, would it make me happy?". More often than not, the answer will be no. I'm currently listening to Ghost Stories by Coldplay, because I just finished listening to Multiply by Ed Sheeran. I was actually quite surprised by the latter, because I've heard a lot of the new songs from the album, and I haven't really felt a connection to them-- which was my biggest fright. But once I listened to the whole album, I realised that I'd actually heard quite few of the new songs, and I really liked the album. It feels like Ed has opened himself a bit further, when it comes to the context in his lyrics? Maybe it's just me, but I can sense a lot of truth in the lyrics, and that's really brave of him. Fuck, 11:11. I can't tell if it's coincidences, or if I actively (like, my subconscious) try to look at the time. Yesterday I celebrated my birthday, and we actually found a place to eat. It was still a bit strange, because it still felt like just another day we decided to meet up and have dinner together, not my birthday celebration. It was especially strange when I was opening presents. It just felt a bit misplaced, is all. Anyway, my belieber friend and Sugar left quite shortly after each other, whilst Kiwi, Marble and I continued the evening together. We actually ended up walking across a TV recording, and there was supposedly a mini concert. We were a bit late because we took a few pictures, so we only got to hear Margaret Berger sing in the background, we didn't actually see her. After that we went to the end of Tjuvholmen, which genuinely is my favourite place in Oslo. I like to just sit there and listen to the waves, because it brings me inner peace. Kiwi also pointed out that the place makes us strangely philosophical, which is true. We almost sat there for two hours, pondering about life and being in the twenties. But then it became too windy and cold for us, so we started walking again. Marble asked me what I wanted to do, and I said I'd like some hot chocolate. Instead we ended up at a pub with drinks, ha. I really enjoyed the evening, because none of it was actually planned. All I knew was that I was going to eat at a restaurant with my pals, and that was it. We only decided on the restaurant when we walked past it, and I initially thought I'd be home at 10:00 pm, but instead I ended up coming home at 00:30 am. There's surprisingly a lot of people out on Mondays. I've got a late shift at work today, so I need to go have a shower. I am going to be so tired tomorrow, because I am most likely going to stay up and watch the game between Brazil and Germany tonight. Can't wait, actually! 

clouds can move and skies will be wide open

Hi! Sometimes I really enjoy silent mornings for myself. I'll make myself some breakfast and a cup of tea. I did it this morning, whilst listening to Bon Iver and reading. I guess it just brings me a little peace to my heart and soul. Also, I think it's important to enjoy slow and silent mornings because I so often have the opposite. I want you to take this personality test (if you're a woman, because it's for women only). I want you to take it, because when I took it, the result was so accurate, it was creepy. I am supposed to celebrate my birthday tomorrow because it seems to be the only day I can get my busy friends to gather. However, Kiwi told me to check out the weather for tomorrow, and it seems like it's going to pour down. I was actually planning to wear a skirt, and I actually think I still will because it's going to be so warm. I'm just contemplating whether to wear my wellies or not, ha. Maybe wear my rain poncho as well. I don't care too much, because as I've probably expressed more than once: I quite enjoy getting soaked by the rain. Speaking of-- I just watched a few videos of One Direction performing in Bern on Friday, and it was pouring down. And they all got soaked. It seemed really fun, and it makes me think that I need to attend more outdoor concerts in Summer when it rains (and the temperature is good. Don't go around trying to get hypothermia, idiots). Anyway, yes, my birthday celebration. It's really poor planning on my side, because I've not decided where to eat yet, and I don't know if I'll make up my mind either. It's just-- I lack excitement, and the thought of celebrating my birthday right now isn't very enticing. But it will be good to see my friends again, because I've not seen them in about three weeks. Except for Marble, who I saw on Thursday. And who I'll see today, actually. Because oh my god: in a months time or so, I'm actually going to Dublin????? The thing is, I have a little holiday in August, which means I have time to travel if I want. I've always made sure to have some holiday just before school, and almost always think that I should travel somewhere. But there's never been anyone free to come along before. Everyone is always working or gone. On Thursday Ale, Marble and I started talking about travelling, and somehow we ended up looking at plane tickets to- and hotels in Dublin. We decided to look further into it, and somehow yesterday Ale had finished the hotel reservations and bought plane tickets. So, it's like: we're bloody going to Dublin in a month. And I can't wrap my head around it. All I know, is that it's going to be great. Anyway, it's Sunday, which means I have to clean my bedroom, and I should probably clean the living room as well. I just, don't really want to move from this chair. Ugh, I have to go shower too. I've got work early tomorrow, which I'm feeling very neutral to. It's just been nice to have a few days off (well, I did have work yesterday), and I don't really want to wake up early. Anyway, yes, Sunday: must clean. 

Blink our eyes, life's rearranged. To our surprise, it's still ok. It's the way things happen.

It appears that I still know all the lyrics to the self-entitled Jonas Brothers album. My sister was sat making cake in the living room whilst I was making dinner today, and she asked me to put on some music. I put on the radio, but a bit later she asked me to put on some Jonas Brothers, and I put on their self-entitled album. I sang along to each song, and I realised it then that I knew the lyrics to all the songs, despite not listening to the songs in ages. I'm currently watching the match between Brazil and Colombia with some tea and biscuits. And today this is my ideal Friday. It does make me sound like I'm only cheering on the ones who does good, if I say that I'm cheering on Silva (captain on Brazil's team, and he's scored the teams first and thus far only goal). The honest truth is that last time I watched Brazil play, I saw Silva do a really good job defending his team (I'm not surprised that he's the captain), and I thought he looked quite nice looking. So initially it was due to his looks. Sadly he doesn't get to play in the semi-finale if they get there. I think this is the best I've seen Brazil in this World Cup. They're no longer dependent on certain players to get goals, and it makes them a harder opponent. I think Colombia is quite good too, and they've created history already, just being in this semi-final. However, I don't get really good vibes from their team sometimes. A team is a team, and they should be supportive, right? But I've seen some of the Colombian players attempt a goal. And when they don't manage to do it, I've seen other team-mates shake their heads, and I just don't like it. Though I can shout and be annoyed at players for doing the same mistakes over and over, I still think that team players should support each other. Anyway, they scored a goal, so now the tension is really high. And everyone's so aggressive. I feel like there's going to be a fight or something soon. I'm always surprised how they don't get more injuries when playing football. On another note: how do you decline someone you know to follow you on Instagram without it being rude and possibly awkward? No? Oh well. 

This could be the end of everything, so why don't we go somewhere only we know?

I told Ale, as we parted our ways "the house will be so silent without you". The past few days have gone by like a whirlwind, and I've had a lot of fun. On Tuesday I had the late shift (3:00 pm to 10:30 pm), and I wasn't home until a bit before 11:00 pm. Ale had informed me that she would be at the train station approximately 11:15 pm, and I had confirmed that I would try to meet her. Basically, what I did, was to work for 7 and a half hours, bicycled home, and then jogged down to the train station. And as if that wasn't enough; just before I reached the train station, I saw a lady lying on the ground. The nurse in myself automatically turned on, and it was slightly amusing to myself afterwards when I had reflected on this happening. Anyway, I asked her if she had fallen off her bike (which she had), if she had any injuries (and then I checked what I could see-- it was quite dark), and if she was intoxicated (because she oozed of alcohol). In the end there were some road workers who came to help me with her. We got her standing, though she was staggering. At this time I was a bit stressed, because I was supposed to meet Ale, but then I also didn't feel like this lady would get home without tumbling over again. But I did ask if there were someone I could call for her, but she said no. So we left her to make it on her own, and I told her to walk instead of using her bike, which she agreed to. Hopefully she made it home safely without too many scratches. Anyway, I started running, and then I found Ale. Once we got home, we sat in the sofa with cups of tea and watched the remains of the match between the Netherlands and USA(?). I had watched the beginning when I was at work actually, and then I got to watch the ending at home. It was really good, and I'm glad about the result. Wednesday we woke up early and had a proper brekkie, before we ventured on to new adventures. Ale convinced me to let her cycle with me on the seat of my bike. She had to convince me, because I've grown older, and my frontal lobe is almost finished developed (frontal lobe controls the part of you that thinks of the consequences of our actions. You know, the rational part). Then we went to retrieve her bicycle, which she had kept at a family friends(?) house. It wasn't in a pristine condition, so we had to get it repaired. It went fairly quickly, and then we cycled to a mall which lies close to my current workplace. Ale cut quite a bit of her hair off, whilst I sat by and watched, a bit transfixed. (I feel like I come along with people to hair dressers quite frequently?). I can honestly be in awe of so many things. We did a bit of shopping, and then we went home to fix us some food. After that we went by the mall where we said hello to Ale's sister, and then we went back to her family friend, where we had ice cream, tea and rhubarb juice. And a nice chat. We got some rhubarb and mint leaves to go, which was really nice. I really enjoyed this little visit actually, and it was refreshing to spend time with someone who's not below the age of 30. I don't have any problems with people on my own age, but when I think of it properly, I've always enjoyed talking with people older than myself-- who has more life experience. After a swift trip to my own house, we bicycled down to the cinema, where we watched 22 Jump Street (which coincidentally, Sugar also watched. Albeit, not at the same cinema, but the same day and similar time). We basically spent the whole of Wednesday on the move, always bicycling somewhere. And it was just so nice because the weather was nice and warm, and because. There were a few moments I wanted to capture in my mind forever. We slept in a bit on Thursday, and I made a proper brekkie this day too. It was a more relaxing day, because we weren't constantly on the move. We went to the mall, and whilst Ale bicycled to the train station, I went to the grocery store. I had only just gotten home, when Ale arrived. We made food, which we ate outside in the sun. Then we had some ice lollies. The sun wasn't very strong, and it was quite windy, so we decided to go inside. And I used some mint leaves to make us some mint tea. It was very successful. After another ice lolly in the sun, we bicycled to Marble's house, where we had more ice cream in the sun. We had a chat about life, well, mostly Marble and Ale. And then we went inside to do some research about a possible trip to Dublin. We spent a few hours of doing this, before Ale and I left Marble. And then we're back at the start: "The house will be so silent without you". I already knew Thursday morning that I had dreaded the moment that Ale would leave, because the house really is silent with just me and Monchita occupying it. Ale told me she said she was happy to have a friend like me. And I turned it into a joke somehow (because I've been strangely bad at dealing with emotions lately). Jokes aside, though. I am very grateful for Ale and the rest of my wonderful friends. I am sure that without them, I would be a very sad person. I am lucky enough to have very different and intriguing friends who are supportive and who accepts me for the strange person I am. And that's not a thing I will ever take for granted.