for now I close my eyes and rest

Kiwi mentioned that she thought I sometimes write funny things on my blog. And whilst peeing, I thought to myself "I should write a funny blogpost". And that my friend, is the recipe of how to not write a funny blogpost. "Wow," I said, with awe in my voice, after watching a commercial for bread. I think maybe I'm a bit delirious. Or, well, scratch the maybe. I am delirious. At school, we were talking in between the lectures as per usual. I highfived my belieber friend in celebration for the One Direction concert. And someone said "I want cake". It might have been me, or it might have been someone else. And we decided to meet up after we were done with our group-meetings. Kiwi and I was invited to have a pint by a fellow student. It was at a pub/bar known for it's cheap beer. Sounded perfect to me (the prospect of sitting in a dark pub, having pints sounds like a trip down the memory lane of the Dublin adventure), but I don't have the energy for it today. It was surprisingly hard to find a place that sold chocolate cake. I think we went through five places before we settled for cupcakes. Whilst chatting with the girls, I was trying to get across a point by using metaphors. Mid-conversation I stopped abruptly, and exclaimed: "I don't even know where I'm going with this!". I've not made any sense today, it feels like. I'm like super tired, because I didn't go to bed when I should have yesterday. I just think I need to go to bed now. But first I'm going to listen to Watermät, which makes me even more delirious. Also, it is spelt chocolate mousse (kudos for my belieber friend). Also I dreamt that Kim Kardashian was married to Jared Leto, which was quite interesting. Tomorrow I'm going to read through my contract of employment and curriculum. Then I'm not so sure what the plans for Halloween are. Oh dear, I don't make much sense, do I? Sleep well xx.  

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound

"Should I put nail varnish on, or should I read?" I asked my sister. "Read," she answered. "No buts," she said, as if knowing I'd protest. I've put nail varnish on, after explaining to my sister that I've spent the whole day reading. I didn't do any reading yesterday, however I finished writing my damn paper and I even made a birthday card for my sister. I woke up at 7:00 am this morning because I wanted to listen to the Breakfast Show. It was really nice to listen to Grimmy, Finchy and Fifi again. Before I started reading curriculum, I read two fan fictions-- one a bit longer than the other. They were both good. But then I had a bit of a panic, because it was almost noon, and I hadn't been very productive. I also remembered that there was a pre-sale for tickets to the On The Road Again tour. I can never remember when tickets go on sale. I'm horrible at that. Anyway, since I was a bit late, I didn't get the exact tickets that I wanted, but at least I got some. I was a bit scared that I wouldn't find any available. I'm just crossing my fingers that the seats aren't horrible, and that Niall spends a lot of time on our side. It's always a risk, buying tickets before you've even seen or heard anything of a tour. But I am very happy that they'll have been on the road for four months when we're attending the concert. It gives them the time to get comfortable, I guess. And it's always nicer to see a show when it doesn't all go after the plan. At least I think so. Kiwi pointed out that it's become a tradition. And well, next year we'll have been going to One Direction concerts for the past three years. I'm really looking forward to it, ah! I was reminded of the pre-sale due to Grimmy mentioning that One Direction would be interviewed by Scott Mills later on. Speaking of Grimmy and One Direction. I've realised that Niall is very often mentioned on the Breakfast Show. Also, Grimmy and Harry was hanging out together yesterday, which was well-documented on my Tumblr dashboard. It's really nice because I don't think they've been spotted together since forever. I've basically been listening to BBC Radio 1 the whole day. I heard a bit of Gemma Cairney's show, then Nick's, then Annie Mac, then Scott Mills. One Direction are currently doing promo for their new album, and all the other new stuff they've got out, I guess? But I was really happy to listen to all of them together on Scott's show. Although it's always a bit chaotic, it's also nice. The rest of the interviews, I think they've done in groups. And according to Niall's recent Instagram, it seems like he was paired with Louis and Zayn. It's made me slightly sad, because I really enjoy it when Niall is paired up with Harry. But then there's also this picture, which makes me a bit confused. Oh well, the important bit is that One Direction are assembled again, and they're doing promo, and they're filming a music video (most likely for their new single). I am very surprised that there hasn't been any leaked songs yet. Maybe there will be when it get's closer to the release date. After my shower, I threw on my new wool coat and headed to the post office. Had to send the birthday card, didn't I? I wanted to ask my sister if she could do it for me, but I had a few errands I had to do anyway. Walked home with a pack of tea and biscuits in my hand, listening to Welcome To New York by Taylor Swift. I was thinking like "yes, definitely welcome to New York. I'm wearing a coat and carrying my groceries in my hand, and it's cold and dark. Surely that's very New-york-y". I am in love with Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift if you wanted to know. I told Kiwi that it sounded like a Lana Del Rey song, and she informed me that it was inspired by her. I've no idea how Kiwi knows all these facts about Taylor Swift. Anyway today has been spent reading fan fictions, curriculum, listening to the radio all day, spending all my money on One Direction concert tickets, and doing errands. I might do a bit of reading before I go to bed. A tiny bit. I've got lectures tomorrow. But after tomorrow it's the weekend, which I've been looking forward to ever since the previous ended. 

say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset

At night, when I'm supposed to sleep, I look across my bed in the darkness
and I miss your presence in it, though
you've never slept there.
I have these moments of flashbacks to when we were both young and talking about everything.
I miss it, and I find myself
yearning for you.
Just, if I could have you here, or if I could be there,
just for an hour.
I'd like that. I'd like a late night with you, just talking about all the things we're afraid to talk about.
God, I really miss your embrace.

I am currently reading through a few law's, which makes me want to shut my computer off, and run away. Am trying to send off a question to Marble via my brain: "is this how she feels when she's reading her curriculum?". I am writing a very short paper, but suddenly writing another 350 words feels impossible. This picture is from this morning when I woke up. It was strangely light outside, and the clouds were moving faster than I like to jog. I had a lecture today, and it was a bit of a repeat of my curriculum. It's almost like the lecturer was reading straight from our book, but he was alright once he started talking about what he works with. And I guess that's natural-- you are more passionate about something you know a lot about, than something that you barely see. We skipped the last lecture, which means I was home before 2:00 pm. My bus was once again a bit delayed, which did annoy me quite a bit. But I'm home, and I'm safe, so that's all that matters. I've not got any lectures tomorrow, which I'm really happy about. Admittedly, I am going to spend it reading, probably. It depends on how much I'll read tonight. I really want to listen to the Breakfast show with Grimmy, because I've not listened to his voice in ages. Oh, and tomorrow is the birthday of Volla, which means I'll have to send my card to her. I've just not, like, made a card yet. That's a slight problem. It's Lynx's birthday next week as well, so I'm guessing I'll be having the same problem next week. I am really yearning for a pamper evening for myself. I would really love to have a face mask, and just relax. I am also yearning for cake, but that's something I yearn for all the time, anyway. I am currently listening to 1989 by Taylor Swift, and like, listening to Out of The Woods and Welcome To New York, I was a bit confused by how much I liked the songs. I'm usually very fond of her slow and sad songs. But the other day, Kiwi told me that her songs were inspired by the 80's, and it's like all the puzzles just slotted in place. Because I really enjoy 80's music for some reason. I mean, I spent the summer of 2013 listening to 80's music on the telly, like a kid in the 90's watching MTV each morning before school. Admittedly, Taylor's songs are quite sad, despite being upbeat. And I'm a sucker for sad songs. Also, they all just makes me think of her and Harry together, though I'm sure that they're not all about him. I've just made this picture in my head of them, I think, and it just makes me sad to think of it. Anyway, as per usual I've just procrastinated way too much, and now I've got to figure out how I'm supposed to manage to do everything I am supposed to do. Story of my life, isn't it. It's fine, though, I'm happy that I've started my paper, even. This really is a better week for me. 

I know I'm not your only. But I'll still be a fool, cause I'm a fool for you

Helloooo. I had a really good time this weekend, spending time with Oyster and her family. It was nice to be surrounded by familiarity, and just focus on other things than school and life. Oyster gave me an outdoors tour of their new house, before we took the bus to her current house, which they just sold. Oyster's mum asked me how I felt about it, seeing as it's sort of my childhood home as well. To be honest, they've changed the interior so much, it's almost not recognisable from the years I remember climbing up the wall and through the window. But it's strange to see how much a house can hold, how every room holds thousands of memories. I also think that's how you realise it's been a great journey, adventure. Mostly I think the house will be missed the most once they've moved. But I think it's important to remember that it's the people who makes a home. Meaning, that no matter where they move, the most important thing to me is to be greeted by Oyster, Mars or their brother. To have their parents say hi, and ask me all the questions they always ask. To have the assumption that I'm going to stay the night. It's those things that's the most important to me. Anyway, I went on a shopping trip for Chocolate on Saturday, and Oyster watched me go a bit chocolate crazy. They had visitors, once Oyster and I got to her house. But I've known these people for as long as I've known Oyster probably. We played cards, and I was actually a better liar than I originally thought. I told Oyster about what was on my mind. I fell asleep, mid-thought, maybe sentence, and I woke up at 8:30 am on Sunday. We had brekkie, Oyster played Theme Hospital (after a lot of attempts to make it work), and I finished reading a fan fiction about time travel. Then we just sort of did nothing? Mars got her phone out, and we decided to take slow motion videos with her iPhone 6. It was hilarious, and I laughed until the muscles in my stomach felt sore. Then I played some piano, whilst Oyster did Mars' make up. Eventually I left at 3:40 pm, I think, after repeatedly saying "I've gotta go home and read". Oyster pointed out that once I went home, it would mean that she also had to read, and for that reason I shouldn't go home. I get that, because it felt really nice to just relax and not think of school work. And I think it's calming to be at her house, just surrounded in the familiarity of everything. Anyway, once I got home, I realised that it was Sunday, which means my cleaning day. So I cleaned my bedroom, read a bit, exercised, showered and then I read some more whilst watching X Factor UK. I've only watched the first live show, but oh my god, like, I have so many favourites (Stereo Kicks, Jack Walton, Andrea, Lauren Platt-- these are the ones that immediately comes to my mind). I also definitely fancy Jack Walton. I mean, come on, how can you not fancy his beautiful cheek bones and lovely smile. Goodness, I've watched the video of him performing Only Girl In The World more than I've watched the recent One Direction music video. But he seems to be Louis Tomlinson's favourite as well, so that's that. Ah, just googled him, and he appears to be three years my senior, so, that's great. Note to myself: do not fancy people who are almost the age of my younger sister. Anyway, I am really yearning to see the next episode. It's funny, because mid-episode, my brother looked up from his computer and said: "Is it X Factor? I thought it was Idol". I was a bit perplexed, because I've been watching X Factor almost each week, and he's been watching it with me. We even had a discussion about the rules of X Factor a few weeks ago. "Are you alright?" I asked, after explaining that yes, it is X Factor. Today, at school, we had to do CPR for children and infants. And I was holding the infant doll, and like, just automatically held it against my chest and patted it's back. Felt like holding a proper baby, ah. Right, I have to write a card, and hopefully start writing a paper. Actually managed to do all my reading for the day at school this morning. Right, have a good evening. It's not long until the weekend now, ha. 

You can want who you want. Boys and boys and girls and girls

Gooooooooooooood morning to everyone. Can you tell I'm in a happy mood? I woke up after dreaming a series of strange dreams, one of which included me getting engaged to a giant. When I woke up I was also very surprised to see a clear sky and sun. The weather has been miserable the past few days, with rain and clouds and wind and ergh. A lot have happened since Wednesday; I found out that One Direction are coming back to Norway on their "On The Road Again" tour, which genuinely shocked me. I was just having a break at work, and decided to check my phone. Because I'm crazy for Niall, I get notified when he tweets. So I saw his tweet about adding dates on their tour, opened the link and just scrolled through. He didn't mention that they had added any specific continents in his tweet, so when I saw "Norway", I nearly fell over from where I was crouching. I think it's just after I'm done with school, so it'll be a brilliant celebration, I think. It's only Kiwi, my belieber friend and I who are going this time (I think?). But I could see it so vividly in my head yesterday, us frolicking around town in the summer weather and laughing at nothing. Just had a urge to hug them now, but I guess a virtual hug must do. Admittedly we've not purchased tickets yet, and who even knows if we're going to get some? I would like to mention that I enjoy it when Harry Styles go home to the UK. Nowadays it feels a bit too much like reading a fan fiction about the future, where he's moved to L.A. permanently. The past few days he's been dressed in darker colours, tweeted more, and uploaded pictures on Instagram in black and white. That's more of "my mind of Harry". It sounds very superficial to say that my love for Harry variates with his style. But at least I'm being honest. I think the reason why I was so surprised that they are coming back, is that I made peace with the fact that they only came the one time they did. That was more than enough for me. I spent my teenage years pining for The Jonas Brothers to come to Norway, so when they didn't, I was a bit heart broken, but I made peace with it. So maybe I've already made peace with not seeing my favourite artists. Speaking of these brothers; Sugar started talking about Jealous by Nick Jonas yesterday, about how she really liked it. I've mentioned the song on this blog once, I think, a bit over a month ago: "Nick Jonas released a new single called Jealous. And I listened to it yesterday, after listening to Fireproof. And my goodness, it's a proper tune, innit? ". Sugar's admission made my heart grow a bit, like the Grinch, because I'm still a fan of Nick Jonas, just not as aggressive like I was in my younger years. And it made me really proud of him. We made Kiwi listen to the tune as well, and she commented that he sounded really r'n'b. I think that Nick Jonas can do anything he wants, just if he wants it enough. Admittedly, I am a bit biased, being in love with him and his curls when he was sixteen. But I could write you an article about Nick's journey in the music business, and link to videos of him singing all these different genres, but I don't want to make that much of an effort. Don't you think I spent last night in bed, listening to him performing? My mouth was agape at watching him do a choreographed dance when performing Teacher, and then he sang Can't Have You, which is one of my favourites by The Jonas Brothers, and he covered Stay With Me. Felt a bit like being fifteen again, and having my walls covered with posters of Nick and his brothers. He's changed his style and image completely, I think, and I just, he never stops surprising me, is the thing. Felt a bit like being fifteen again, and having my walls covered with posters of Nick and his brothers. He's changed his style and image completely, I think, and I just, he never stops surprising me, is the thing. Speaking of music and changing styles. I've been listening to the new Taylor Swift songs a lot, and I'm surprised by how much I enjoy them. I used to really love her slow songs, but although Out Of The Woods and Welcome To New York are both upbeat and repetitive, I really enjoy them. Makes me happy. Can't wait to listen to the whole album. It's funny how there's links between all the three acts I've just mentioned. Anyway, I spent yesterday evening (before gaping at Nick Jonas) reading curriculum, and I had a really good session, I thought. Admittedly, I am now a bit tired of reading about penises. My sister knows the way to my heart; the other day she got home just as I was walking out of the door, and she presented me with a little gift, which turned out to be a One Direction chocolate advent calendar. She also bought me a bar of chocolate, which is one of my favourite kinds. Today I'm going to see Oyster, who I've not seen in ages as per usual. It's going to be really good to catch up with her, and I think it might be really good for me. Right now I wish I could have been so many places at once, and be in the presence of certain people. Because no matter how great technology is, it's not the same as being in the same room with a person. Anyway, I ought to read a bit more about penises now (curriculum). Have an awesome Saturday x. 

We will be thankful to all of our friends. That they didn't leave us as we got to the end

This morning on the train, I wrote down "woods", "Finn Harries", "bicycle", "friends", "dirty loo", "teacher from school" and "amusement park". I had a strange dream, and I thought I'd write down keywords to remember, as I do sometimes. I've been having strange dreams lately, like running a marathon through a big grocery store. Yesterday I dreamt about going to a dirty loo, filled with loads of rubbish. Clothes, toilet paper, etcetera. It was gross. Then a girl opened the door, despite it clearly being locked. I squealed, and told her to fuck off. Then somehow my teacher from school came to see what the commotion was all about. All whilst I was sat on the toilet with my pants down, which is a great scenario. All of the sudden, I was walking with a friend. I'm not sure who, but I laughed a lot with her. We were a flock of friends basically, walking towards an amusement park by the woods. I think I might have been listening to Out of The Woods a bit too much maybe. Finn Harries was a part of this flock of friends, and he was on his bicycle (I've no idea why he was in my dream, actually. It's quite random). All of a sudden, my friend and I decided to run for the woods, and Finn was quick to catch up on us with his bicycle. When we arrived, I asked Finn if he wanted to go take pictures in the wood, which he said "yes" to. The dream ended with Finn falling over, then feeling a sharp and quick pain in his hand. It turned out to be a tiny piece of wood stuck in his hand. And then the same thing happened to me. End of dream. I don't know what to think of it, but it was certainly fun. Day three of school, and I'm already exhausted. It's like I'm tired of school after 15 years of it, or summat. I don't think my mood was as foul today, but I did sigh and complain a lot. I'm crossing my fingers for next week- maybe it'll be better. I've got a late shift at work tomorrow, which I'm again not looking very much forward to. But I'll get through it, and once I'm there, it's not so terrible. I did end up reading curriculum yesterday, though for once I said I could avoid it. But I've also finished reading the six new fan fictions I downloaded to my phone yesterday, so that's that. I even started rewatching 1D Day, and oh my god, I forgot how delectable Harry Styles can look. I've "only" watched two hours of it though. I don't think I'm gonna watch the whole seven hours. I'd rather watch X Factor then. Which I am going to do now, I think. Just have to get myself some cuppa, because it feels like I've not had some tea for ages. Oh well, have a delightful Wednesday evening xx. 

I'm gonna give all my love to you

It recently occurred to me that my emotions the past weeks (months) is mirrored in my D-vitamin intake. Ah, I'm facepalming, just at the thought that I didn't think of it sooner. I bought some new D-vitamins yesterday. Or, well, it's a lot of different vitamins in one, and the pills are quite big, which is a bit of a problem for me. But I've always thought that I'll have to learn to swallow pills some time, because I'm destined to take a lot of medication in my older days (that is, if I live until then). Going back to school has been tough. Lectures upon lectures, ahh. Also, I don't want to start new group projects. It's slowly driving me crazy, and I was in a foul mood today. All the apologies to Kiwi and my belieber friend, who had to sit beside me through all of this. I've been nothing but negative today. These pictures are from yesterday, when the sun was out, highlighting all the beautiful autumnal colours. I spent hours in the city after school, browsing for shoes, jeans and a scarf. I found none of those, which left me quite defeated and annoyed. Anyway, I ended up spending yesterday reading fan fiction rather than curriculum, because all of the sudden there's like loads of new fan fictions just now. Been trying to get through them today as well, like it's a hardship. But I'm supposed to exercise as well, and then I was going to watch X Factor, but it seems that fan fiction is my top priority, and I don't mind really. I've not made any proper plans for the rest of the day, I'm just gonna indulge in my wishes probably, and try to forget about the fact that I've got school work to do. Just gonna sit here, eating my carrots and read. Hope you're having a great day, no matter what you're doing. 

she said "hello mister, pleased to meet ya"

One of my favourite things with taking pictures without checking them, is to find these kind of blurry pictures. I love them. These are also from the 1975 concert. In the first one you can see the silhouette of mr. Tall guy that decided to stand in front of us. Kiwi and I felt a bit bad after complaining. "It's not his fault that he's so tall". Second picture is of Matty playing the guitar. I've just been listening to songs on my iTunes on shuffle. And I was listening to the chorus of You Are My Joy by Snow Patrol: I had to scratch my head and listen a bit closer. "Erm, is he singing 'you are my joint?'". Lols. I spent this morning cursing pretty boys after seeing these pictures of Niall, wearing what seems to be an ideal outfit of mine. I would totally wear that. Also squawked a bit when I saw a picture of this fine bun of Harry Styles. It looks like a delicate rose. Harry Edward Rose Styles. And then there's this picture of Nicholas Grimshaw from the Teen Awards today, looking ever so dapper beside his co-host, Rita Ora. Watched a new episode of the X Factor today, and my heart is in my throat each time I watch it. The only problem is that the episodes airs late on my telly, which means my Twitter and Tumblr is full of "yay, go ******", which spoils it for me. I suppose maybe I should try to watch it on Youtube from now on. It's just not the same, is it? I have been reading fan fictions all day, and now I'm probably going to read some curriculum. I've got school tomorrow, which I'm quite looking forward to. I might go shopping tomorrow, find a new pair of black jeans. Not that it's really necessary with another pair. Not that it's really necessary with new clothes either, because let's face it, I've got enough to survive. Ah, that reminds me I want to look for shoes as well. Great, hope I don't find anything. A topic around the dining table this morning, was burgers. And I got a tip about a good burger place from my brother. Am probably going to try one. It also reminds me that my brother-in-law's brother-in-law tipped me about a brewery, which is quite close to the burger place as well. And both of the places are in the hipster-part of Oslo, which seems to be my favourite place of the city at the moment. Right, I ought to read now, do some proper work. Have a good Sunday xx. 

what if the way we started made it something cursed from the start

It feels like I just woke up, and now I've got to get ready for work. Ah, I'm so not looking forward to it, and this horrible weather isn't making me any happier. Can't wait to I get home, and in bed. Yesterday I went to see the 1975 with Kiwi. We had dinner at Creperie de Mari and caught up with all the things that's happened the past week or so. At 7:35 pm we ran to the tram. I'm not like a proper fan of the 1975, so I didn't know how their fanbase was, whether there would be a long line or not. And in the miserable weather yesterday, I would have guessed that the line was okay. Only, when we got to the venue, we quickly understood that the line was long. We stood in line for thirty minutes or so, and it wasn't horrible, because once you're standing in a group, the body heat will be shared. So it wasn't too cold, but then again I was wearing my wool coat. We went to the loo once we got inside, then ordered two pints of Guinness. Well, I ordered "one Guinness", and then Kiwi seconded that. I did look at her a bit confusedly, and tried to explain that it's a quite bitter, not like pale ale. But she went for it anyway. In the end, she gave her pint to me. I was a happy camper, because I've been missing drinking Guinness in Dublin. So when I saw that the bartender had Guinness, I had to have it. Anyway, when we had pints in our hands, we found ourselves a spot to stand and enjoyed the warm up band called Pool. Kiwi thought they were British, and I thought they were American. It appears that we were both wrong. They're actually German. I thought they were quite good, I just didn't really like it when they put effects on their voices. I was randomly thinking about whether they look good naked, in which I concluded "yes, probably", when Kiwi said "you're right!". I thought she meant "yes, you're right, they probably look good naked". But I've known Kiwi for a few years now, and so far she's never told me she can read minds, so I was a bit confused for a second. But it was an answer to me denying that they were British. Anyway, the drummer looked like he was very much enjoying himself, which I obviously find very attractive as a trait. When Kiwi pointed him out to me after the gig, standing by their merchandise chatting to people, I had to stop and stare for a while. Kiwi laughed at me. I think I saw about 10% of the actual 1975 gig because the tallest people decided to stand right in front of us, to our dismay. I've never felt this much need of punching someone. Also, the couple beside Kiwi were practically having public sex, which was quite distracting and bothersome. And it started long before the gig. Did I mention they were in their late 30's-early 40's? Yeah, jesus. I was sort of hoping that they would disappear, go home or summat. But once the gig did start, they suddenly started breaking out all their dance moves, which startled me into a laugh. I couldn't even focus on the fact that Matty had come on stage, because I was just laughing so much. So yeah, I spent the gig fighting for my space, seeing about 10% of the band. But I was dancing, and singing along to the songs I knew the lyrics for, and I was sort of in awe, feeling like seeing gifs of the 1975, just live. Well, that's sort of what I did. Matty had a bottle of wine, which he drank from, and his shirt was open, his hair covered half of his face, and his tattoos were on display for everyone. It felt like a proper gig by a band. I was home by midnight, and went to bed fairly quick. I'm not super impressed with the 1975, and my favourite gig with Kiwi must be when we went to the Volcano Choir gig. That was mind blowing. I told Kiwi that I'm a bit sad, because I've not got any gigs to look forward to next month. Oh well, I really must go now, because I should have gotten dressed and ready for work ages ago. Have a great Saturday xx. 

are we in the clear yet?

It's been snowing since I woke up this morning, and it looks like it's going to snow throughout the whole day. Today was the last day of my "praksis", which was a bit sad. I removed my schedule from the board in the break room, which felt quite nice. As it is, I did mention that I wasn't going to ask for a job, despite that Manja did weeks ago. But then yesterday, as I was ready to go home, the assistant to the boss at my "praksis" place asked if she could talk to me. I knew then, what she was going to ask me about. The past few weeks, I feel like the boss and her assistant has been looking at me, sort of, like waiting for me to approach them. But then the days were running out, I suppose. So yesterday the assistant offered me a job. And if someone's going to hand you an opportunity like that on a silver plate, you don't say no. "Yes, I'd like that," I answered, and she said "are you sure?" like she thought I didn't want to work there. And I guess that's what they must have thought when Manja asked weeks ago, and I've not asked. Well, it was sort of the truth as well. It's not where I'll end up once I've finished my bachelor. But it's a nice place to be some times. Looking back at myself in Summer, I had no plans about having two jobs this time of year. I did tell the assistant that I've got school, and I don't know how much time I'll dedicate to working. Oh well, this means I'll get to see my supervisors and all the other staff again, which makes me quite happy. Yesterday Manja brought a chocolate cake with her, which she nicely said was from the both of us. I got a text on Tuesday night, asking if I thought it was alright, and I answered yes of course. It was a bloody good cake too, and we ended up copying the recipe. I went home with two slices of cake, which I ate all by myself. I brought a pack of chocolate to work this morning, and there were about two pieces of chocolate left when I went home. I've got this driving thing at 7:00 pm today, which I'm not looking forward to. I'll just be glad to get it over with. I've also got an evening shift at work on Saturday, which I'm not looking forward to after my last shift on Monday. Also, in the past four weeks, I've either had work or "praksis" during the weekend. So I'm looking forward to a full weekend off. But I'm looking forward to tomorrow, because it's the 1975 gig (unless Matty gets ill. Ah, the other day I read that Kodaline had to cancel all of their US tour due to a broken arm or summat. And I felt really sad on the behalf of all the people who doesn't get to see Kodaline, which also includes myself. God, it's like I'll never forget about that). But yes, I am looking forward to watch the gig and have a pint. Anyway, have a nice Thursday evening. This is the start of the weekend for me, so I'm going to enjoy it. 

I want you here with me like how I pictured it, so I don't have to keep imagining

"Sexy Little Viking" 09.08.14

I promise I've not forgotten about the tales of Dublin. This is the third verse/segment/whatever (here's the first, and here's the second). It's called "Sexy Little Viking", which you'll soon understand why: I didn’t have the best start of my day, seeing as I woke up at 7:00 am. I was knackered, but so wide awake. I did try going back to sleep, but at 8:00 am I had to give up. Instead of sleeping, I figured I’d go shopping. So I woke up and got ready for a day out. And by the time I was done, it was approximately 9:00 am. And that’s when Ale groggily said: “what are you up to?”. I told her my plans, and she told me to give her fifteen minutes for her to get ready so she could tag along. Once she was done, I tapped Marble on her foot: “hey, we’re going shopping for a bit, yeah? Text us when you’re awake”. In which she just answered okay to. Ale and I had breakfast at a bagel café with a quite shady toilet. Breakfast was alright, but then we went on to Jervis shopping center, and I bought myself a purse from F21. Marble came to the mall around 1:00 pm. By the time she arrived, Ale and I were both quite tired from walking. We stayed for a bit longer, before we decided to go to the National Museum of Ireland, which was one of the things we had on our agenda that day. We saw the works of various artists, but it was mostly Jack Butler Yeats I was impressed with. I found myself really liking his work. At the very start of our tour around the European artists’ paintings, I got a text message. For once my phone wasn’t on silent mode. For the lols, I’ll repeat the message here: “Hey how is my sexy little Viking today? Deaglan”. Saturday 9th of August. 3:49 pm. Marble and Ale were walking around by themselves, listening to information about the various paintings through a "phone guide". When I read the message, I spluttered, and I had to reread it just to be sure. Had a little laugh for myself. When I had given my number to Deaglan, I hadn’t actually thought he’d contact me. I figured maybe he was too drunk to remember it, but I should have known that the Irish (most of them) can hold their drinks. When I had collected my thoughts, I went to the girls and showed them the text. And like me, they also spluttered and laughed. My reply consisted of: “Hi I’m good thanks. And hows the a-bit-taller-than-the-average leprechaun?” just to get him back in the same way: using a stereotype. Once we got back to the hotel, we all got ready for a night out. We had a few drinks before we went out as usual. Marble was the bartender, and then Ale got the role when Marble couldn’t because I was curling her hair. She poured me a vodka cranberry, I think. This time we went to Nandos for our supper, and the girls were really happy with their meals, which made me happy. We also shared a bottle of rosé, which went straight to my head. After that, we went to Wheelan’s, which is quite famous for their live music. We were thrilled to see traditional dancing, and it was just so different to Norway. We did stay for quite a bit, and it was nice because the median age at Wheelan’s was much younger than the previous places we had been. After a while though, we decided to move on. We went back to the Globe/Ri Ra, where we all ordered ourselves some pints. Before us in line, stood a guy who was pouring alcohol himself, and I leaned in to ask him if he was a bartender. He said “no, I’m not, but he’s (pointed at a bartender) forcing me to do all the work myself. I should take back my money,” in a jokingly manner. I agreed, and I thought to myself that it was so nice just being able to have banter with completely random people. We met a bunch of South American people. It was funny, because we had just ordered ourselves some pints and sat ourselves down. Ale went to the loo, and then some guy sat down beside me and started chatting to us. Apparently it was his birthday. Not too long after he went away because he’d lost his friends. However, it didn’t take long until he came back with his friends. After chatting to them, we emptied our pints and went to the dance floor where we danced along to tunes we’d never heard before. The difference between the Irish and Norwegians is the amount of alcohol they drink, I think. Because I don’t think I ever saw one drunken Irish person, like the kind of drunk that staggers and shouts gibberish in the streets. On the dance floor the guys were respectful, and didn’t immediately try to grind on you. In Norway, you’d have one going at you in mere seconds. Anyway, the only songs I think I knew was Hideaway by Kieza, which started just as I had been at the loo. So it was nice coming back to the dance floor and dance to a familiar song. I did meet a quite short and sort of balding-man by the bar earlier on the night, who reappeared at the dance floor. I think I made it clear that I wasn’t interested, by hiding behind my friend. We sat down for a bit just to get some water in our systems and chill. After that we left, and I think we might have walked through a somewhat Spanish nightclub which was really shady. The first thing we did was to go to the toilets, and some of the boots were completely dark. Plus there was a middle-aged woman sat by one of the sinks which was filled with hair products. It just gave me the shivers. We left quickly after our visit to the loo. Walking back to the hotel, the rain started pouring. Sadly none of us were carrying an umbrella either. On our way back, we met a guy called Kevin. He was really nice and had a very deep voice. So we got him to sing a tiny bit of Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong. The thing I liked about him was one of the first things he said “we’ll probably never meet again”, but he still wanted to walk with us. Which, you know, I find is a great attitude: like, hey I've just met you, and I'll never see you again, but let's just enjoy each others company for now. We said our goodbyes when we got to our street, and we went back to the hotel. It was a bit earlier than the other nights, seeing as we were planning on a hike on Sunday. But ah, it was good getting into bed after another tiring day. 

Remember when we couldn't take the heat. I walked out. I said “I’m setting you free”, but the monsters turned out to be just trees

I heard Out of The Woods by Taylor Swift this morning, and strangely so, I've become obsessed with it (for now). The start is quite disturbing to my ears, and I thought it was a joke at first. But I realised that yes, it is a song by Swift. The main reason to why I enjoy it is because of the lyrics and the thought of the love story between Taylor and Harry (Styles). It made me quite emotional this morning, listening to Swift sing: "You took a Polaroid of us. Then discovered the rest of the world was black and white. But we were in screaming color". And then I saw pictures like this and this. Admittedly there's been no conformation that the song is about them, but she does mention December, and the lyrics suits them. But yeah, I was maybe a bit overemotional this morning due to less sleep than normal. But I am good at finding things like this sad. Work yesterday wasn't ideal. I wasn't with my normal patients, and it felt a bit like I had just started working at a new place. I thought it was quite ironic, as I had just meet a childhood friend on the bus and told her about how I really enjoyed my job. Oh well, there's good and bad days. This morning at "praksis" was a bit slow, I thought. But it picked up a bit after awhile, and I ended up having to leave before I had finished treating my patient. But someone else stepped into my place, and picked up where I left things. I'm starting to feel a bit like I don't want to leave my "praksis". And it is mostly because of the people. They're so niiiiiiice, ugh. It's hands down one of the best working environments I've been in. I've mentioned it before, but it doesn't make it less true. However, the cons are: I don't get to make a proper relation to my patients because they leave so quickly. We don't do much nurse-related procedures. It's just not my line of work, I think. Oh well. I'm looking forward to listen to lectures with my pals. Mostly the last part. I'm not looking forward to the stress that the exam will bring along, and I've already started thinking about my next and final "praksis". Ah, my brain is split in two; one trying to think ahead, and the other screaming "one step at a time". Goodness, I'm really behind on reading curriculum, so I'm going to try read some now. Hope you've had a nice Tuesday, and hope you'll have a good tomorrow. 

we danced all night to the best song ever. We knew every line, now I can't remember how it goes but I know that I won't forget her

No, you don't have a bad eyesight (or you might). These are just very blurry pictures from yesterday. On Friday evening I decided to go to bed at 10:00 pm because I was quite knackered. And for the first time in years probably-- I slept 11 and 1/2 hours. To me that's quite crazy. These days it feels like I can barely sleep eight hours anymore. My body just wakes up. I'm guessing that my body has been drained by this past week. And it doesn't really surprise me either. Anyway, I woke up late, cleaned my bedroom (yes to removal of dust and clean sheets), exercised, had a shower, got ready, and went to take the bus. I went into town a bit early because I wanted to find a dress I've been looking for. I ended up empty handed, because no one had the dress. But as I was walking towards the underground, there was a busker who sang Lucy in The Sky With Diamonds. I paused my own music, choosing to listen to him whilst he strummed his guitar. It was just really lovely, and I looked up to the sky, which was when I noticed a girl in a blue gown on the top on Grand Hotel in a tower. I just thought it was perfect, and it made me smile. I arrived by the cinema a bit earlier than I had expected. And goodness, the embarrassment made me flush. Like, for each minute I could just feel my face flaming even more. But once Kiwi and my belieber friend arrived, it was better. For some reason, I don't think anyone thought about the fact that this was a movie premier-- like, the thought hadn't really swept by us. But there was a red carpet, and there was a speech at the beginning of the movie, and there were goodiebags. The fact that it's only aired this weekend should have given me a hint probably, but I keep forgetting that One Direction are actually quite popular around the world. Who would have known, huh? Anyway, I have mentioned that I'm not a huge concert movie fan. I did really enjoy This Is Us, because that wasn't a clean concert movie. But apart from the interview at the start, Where We Are is a pure concert movie. Like, it felt a bit like being at the concert again. My neighbour (not my belieber friend, but someone else) was squealing and crying and laughing-- she was experiencing all the emotions on the emotional spectre, it seemed like. I realised that she hadn't been to a concert from this tour, which is understandable as they didn't do a gig in Norway. I realised it because of her excitement when she realised the songs they were performing. Almost everyone decided to light their phones to Little Things and You & I, which is what people usually do during their concerts as well. It was rather ridiculous, but also left me a bit amused. "Where else would people do things like this?" I thought to myself. Remember the embarrassment I was feeling before going to the cinema? At one point during the movie, I thought: "goodness, how lovely to be at a place where people don't feel pressured to be stone faced and care about other people". And that's why I stood up to dance along to Best Song Ever at the end of the movie. And it felt exactly like the concert in Stockholm, because I did the exact same thing. My favourite part of the movie was probably when they were going to perform Right Now. Kiwi said that with this movie, you can sort of see the concert from the boys' perspective. And yeah, it was evident when they were awed by the crowd. Especially during Right Now, I thought-- when the fans somehow managed to do this. I definitely got goosebumps during that. It's like you can see how much it means to them by looking at their shocked faces. As you might know already, Niall is my favourite, so he's also included as a favourite in this movie. And I don't want to say it's because I love him-- it's because of his sheer excitement on the stage. He's just so pumped, and he looks (and feels) like he genuinely loves being on the stage. And it's just really evident to me when he's feeling overwhelmed and awed. It's like I can see when he's thinking "holy crap". I also liked the interview part where Louis and Zayn argues with Liam about the kidney story. And it's completely true! All this time, Liam has led the world to believe that he only had one kidney up until last year or so when it "magically healed". It was really nice to have Ben interview them, because he knows them personally. It automatically makes things better, because the atmosphere isn't as stiff as when it's with a random interviewer. Also, I really appreciated that he made the effort to ask all of them. Because when they're all doing an interview, more often than not you'll have some talking loads more than the others. The things I didn't like was that I couldn't just look at Niall all the time, ha. Also, I do wish they would have included more of their banter. But as I told my belieber friend: who watches two-hour long concert movies? It's probably a bit of a stupid question, because I'm pretty sure One Direction fans would love that. Oh, and there were quite a few songs they didn't include, like Better Than Words. But I've heard that it's supposed to be on the DVD, so I guess I'll have to get my hands on that too. We left a bit before the movie ended because we had booked dinner reservations at 8:00 pm. Marble and Sugar arrived shortly after us, and we all ordered some food. I had some pad thai and a Singha. We all chatted, caught up. I don't think we've all been assembled since forever? Maybe my birthday actually, if I'm not incorrect. We sat there with our drinks until 11:00 pm almost. It's my first actual drink since my birthday, because I've only been drinking beer since. Oh, that does remind me that my brother-in-law's brother-in-law recommended a brewery for me to visit. Anyway, we ended up walking to the train station in the rain, and only Sugar had been smart enough to bring with an umbrella. My belieber friend, Kiwi and Marble were suddenly poets, and making poems about rain. I told Sugar: "you've got crazy friends". I think it was especially punctuated by Kiwi screaming some gibberish after a group of boys/men? (everyone beneath the age of 26 seems to be boys to me). Anyway, I had a really good night with my friends, and it was needed. It was good for my soul. I was home just before midnight, and I went to bed straight away. Only, I couldn't really fall asleep. And that's how my night went-- I fell into a light slumber, woke up, fell asleep, woke up again, fell asleep, etcetera. When my alarm went off, it felt like I hadn't fallen asleep at all. Once I got to my "praksis" this morning at 7:25 am, there were no people there. And I was like "wait, is it winter time already?" because I've done that mistake a few times already. Luckily my supervisor arrived shortly after my train of thoughts. I was afraid that the day would be really busy, but I was completely wrong. It was even slower than Friday. I was genuinely asking my supervisor if there were any rooms that needed to be cleaned. A slow day plus me being a zombie does not go good together. My supervisor did actually tell me that I could go home at 1:00 pm, and I said "but what if it suddenly starts getting busy now?". "That's a chance you just have to take," she answered. And then there were two new patients, as if answering our calls for something to do. So I did end up staying until 3:30 pm as usual. Because it's Sunday, the buses doesn't drive as frequently. So when I realised I'd have to wait twenty minutes for the bus, I just thought there was no way I'd wait that long when I could just walk home. The only problem is that I was wearing my wool coat and my wellies. Wellies were a great choice this morning when the rain was pouring down, but not so great this afternoon when the sun was out. When I finally got home, I was exhausted, and I felt like I was about to fall asleep any second. Instead I ate, and probably filled my whole stomach to the point. I did this whilst going through my Tumblr and watching X Factor. I've come to realise that I'm quite behind the actual shows, because my dashboard on Tumblr was filled with pictures of Niall backstage with X Factor contestants yesterday, which must mean the live shows have started? The episode I watched today was the one where Louis has to choose six acts. And my goodness, what a bloody drama. It was even worse than when Cheryl had to choose. I was honestly gasping. Anyway, I thought the eight-member-boyband was surprisingly good. Hopefully they'll do well in the competition. I'm going to watch another episode this evening, then I'm going to sleep. Hopefully I'll manage to read some curriculum before then. Tomorrow is a new day, and I've got work. Then I've got the few last days of my "praksis", and goodness how I contemplated whether I shouldn't ask for a job or not today. My belieber friend told me a very good argument, I'm just not sure if it's good enough. Either way, I think I'll regret it a bit. 

she lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing

Hiiiiiii! Today has been quite a boring day compared to yesterday. There were almost no patients at my "praksis" today, so I actually begged to come along with my co-worker to fold clothes and pillowcases. I did get to do a bit at the end of the day though. And I spent the morning just reading in the break room. That was quite nice because I chatted with a few doctors who were on their mission to find a cup of coffee. The thing I'm going to miss the most about my "praksis" is probably the working environment. It's just so nice to be there, and mostly everyone are welcoming. I've sort of avoided talking about that my "praksis" soon will be ended, because it's a bit sad to leave. Though I am a 100% ready to be done, I will also be leaving behind a lot of great people. Anyway, I am going to finish my paper tonight. If I have time, I might go by the mall for a little trip before it closes. If I don't have time I'll do it tomorrow. And tomorrow is going to be a great day I've decided. No matter if I end up disliking the Where We Are movie (concert movies aren't really my thing), I'm going to spend time with my friends, which is always a good thing for my soul. I had some ginger biscuits after I got home from "praksis", which was lovely and reminds me of Christmas. I told my supervisor today that I was begging to feel festive for Christmas. "That's far too early, it's two months," she said. And I said "eight weeks flies by like no time," I answered, and my "praksis" is a proof of that, I think. But yes, I've sort of been humming to Christmas songs, but quickly stopped myself. It's just not right just yet. Halloween comes first, and then I can allow myself to think about Christmas. Right, have a great Friday, it's the weekend! 

You can't cry. Put your glad rags on and let's sing along to that lonely song

Half-arsed work doesn't give me any satisfaction. I don't like the feeling of writing a shitty paper, and knowing it'll probably pass anyway. My sense of achievement is at the bottom of the bottle. I think I've mentioned multiple times that I don't feel like I've given much effort when it comes to my "praksis" this time around. But I know both of my supervisors and teacher thinks I'm a good student. I don't know, they might be right. I know I've learnt a lot, and I've gotten a lot of praise from co-workers. I just can't seem to accept the comments. I do have a tendency to be really hard on myself. I know it because I've heard it from almost all my previous supervisors and teachers. We should all just learn to be kinder to ourselves. But can someone tell me how? I have also felt surprisingly negative the past months. It feels like everyone around me are more chipper than I am. I don't mean to, but lately I just can't be bothered to look at the bright side. And I don't know why that is. Maybe I'm just exhausted, maybe it'll be better when I go back to school and lectures. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's just how life works. I feel a lot like this picture now. 

in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, only then I am human

Good morning. Here's a few pictures of the things I love the most about my birthplace (apart from my family). The mountain and the sea. My sister, nephew and I went for a long walk on Sunday afternoon, after bidding our farewells to Volla and her new beau. It was a really long trip due to my nephew jogging most of the way by himself. At a point he was exhausted, which I can definitely understand. But since he is a toddler, he has the luxury of saying "I'm tired, I want to be held". Refused to sit in his stroller, so I carried him for a bit, and he relaxed with his head on my shoulder and a hand holding my hair. We stopped by a playground by the sea, and whilst my nephew ran to the playground, I sat by the sea listening to re:stacks. It's my ultimate chill song, and I can't not listen to it when I'm feeling calm and serene. The two last pictures are from the Sunday, when I was sat on a rock by the sea. The first pictures are from our trip up the mountain, where I helped my nephew walk up by himself. We usually take a short cut up the mountain, but it's quite steep. So I spent a lot of time holding a small hand, and my back bent to adjust to my nephew's height. My back wasn't all that happy with me the morning after, but I did the stretching routine, and I felt loads better. Yesterday I stopped by the mall after "praksis" and splurged on skin products. I bought my very favourite Soap & Glory hand cream because I had to throw mine at the airport the other week. And for some reason they don't have Boots where Lynx and co lives. So I had to do with another hand cream for almost a week. It was very sad. Anyway, I also bought myself the Origins Ginzing face moisturiser, and the Origins Mega-Bright eye cream. Both have been favourites of mine for a few months now, but I ran out of both just recently. Since my face has turned into a very attractive place for spots the last weeks, I figured I'd go back to the skincare that I was using before the spots appeared. I figured I'd give it a go, though I don't believe that the skincare is the only reason for my spots. I can't say I ate very well when I was visiting my sister (ate loads, and not the most healthy stuff. Even had Cheese doodles, which I stopped eating ages ago). Also, I feel like my life has been quite stressful the past few weeks. I am going to re-evaluate my life choices, because I don't particularly like being stressed, not if I can avoid it. I am aware that this is the last year of my studies for becoming a nurse. And it is stressful, because I have a lot of things I need to do. Anyway, I switched my shifts at my "praksis" a bit, so I'm going to work Sunday this weekend, which means I've got Friday off next week. It was very needed because I've got work on Monday, "praksis" on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Then work on Saturday as well. Originally I was going to work the Friday as well, which means I'd work six days after each other. Usually that would be fine, but I've also got the 1975 concert on Friday and an appointment on Thursday. I'm just trying to make things a bit less stressful. I am really looking forward to the weekend because I'm meeting up with my friends and watching the Where We Are concert movie. I've been listening to all One Direction songs on a shuffle. I forget sometimes how much I love their songs, and how they bring back memories. Ah, the other day Niall tweeted that he had been watching Skins, and that he loves Effy. I was like "hell yes", because I love Effy and her brother. I want them back all the time. It's made me want to rewatch Skins as well. But I don't see when I'm going to make time for it. Right, I've got to go do school work now, and sorting out my life. My bedroom looks a mess, and I've got to sort out my schedule. Did I mention that I have the day off? Well, I do. Woke up at 7:30 am even. Read a good fan fiction and loads of bad ones. Not done one school related thing yet. I am doomed, aren't I? Ugh. Have a good Wednesday xx. 

if you could spare an hour or so, we'll go for lunch down by the river

30.09.14 19:23. I’m writing the start of this story whilst I’m currently sat on the plane, feeling a bit shaky. The emotions are threatening to burst out of me, and I can admit that my eyes have become a bit glassy. I did not sleep well last night. I woke up quite a few times, and at 04:45 am I was wide awake. I had also struggled to fall asleep the night before, so it wasn’t the best start to the day. I suppose it might have something to do with having a late shift at “praksis”, then an early one the day after. For the first time in ages though, I didn’t have a nightmare about losing my plane, which is something I seem to have before I go anywhere. At “praksis” I was mostly just following around a nurse, who I adore, but she doesn’t know what I can and what I can’t. This means that when it comes to do anything with patients, she usually takes control. I suppose I could’ve said that I’d like to do this or that. But I was being a bit lazy, so it’s was a bit boring. Plus I kept walking around yawning due to the lack of sleep. Then we had a meeting with my teacher and all my fellow classmates. I felt rather silent. I usually am, so I don't think the others took much notice. But I was just too tired to talk, and my mind was elsewhere—“how will I have time to take that shower and pack and do all these things?”. After our meeting I hurried back home and did everything I was supposed to do. Then I went to wait for the bus. As always it was a bit late which is why I always try to take an earlier bus. This means I was at the train station in good time. I took my time buying a train ticket, and went on the platform to wait. Quickly I realised that all the trains were delayed. Even the quickest train to the airport was delayed with 30-40 minutes. And I felt the panic start after standing at the platform for twenty minutes after my train was supposed to have been there. When another train than mine came quicker, I made the mistake of jumping on it. In my mind I thought “surely it’ll go to the airport”. Of course it didn’t. At least it didn’t seem like it. A mantra of “fucks” was the soundtrack in my mind for a while then. It was 6:00 pm, and I was on the kind of train that stops at every station. My plane was going 7:10 pm. My choices were either jumping off at the next station, take the train back to the “main” station, and then take the train to the airport. That would risk me having to wait ages and eventually miss my plane. So I went for my second option. I called Sugar. “Hi, are you home?” I asked. She hesitantly said yes, commented that it was a bit of a strange question. I don’t usually call people out of the blue, so I’m not surprised that she was a bit hesitant. But I soon told her about my predicament, and I asked her if there were ANY possibilities her mum or brother could drive me to the airport. It appeared that her dad had the car, and he wasn’t at home. Before we ended the call, she said that she would try to reach him. At that time I had almost given up, and I was contemplating whether I should just wait until tomorrow to book new plane tickets. Since I was absolutely desperate, I texted Sugar, asking if she had a number to anyone who lives close to her, seeing as she lives nearby the airport. Before she had answered me, I started calling for a taxi. The only problem was that everyone was busy, and no one answered my long calls. So I decided to jump off at a station I knew would be a bit busy, in order to find a taxi. Despite standing just outside the office of a taxi company, there were none to be seen. So I called, and called, and called. Everyone was busy. That’s when I got a new text from Sugar saying that our friend could drive. Then she called me and I said I had jumped off on another train station, not the one where she lives. She huffed at me, and I felt like the little hope I had was running out. But Sugar said they would be about ten minutes. Goodness, when time is everything you don’t have, each minute feels like an hour. Once I spotted them, I threw my luggage in the back of our friend’s car and jumped in. It’s really hard to hope for something that seems like a lost case. Our friend has worked at the airport and knows a thing or two. So she told me to check in via internet. Believe me, I tried. But when I really need it, it appears that 3G doesn’t want to work. Once I finally found a connection it was too late. We arrived at the airport at 6:45 pm, and I ran inside. Sugar and our friend had to park the car, plus they were in charge of my luggage. I ran to try seeing if I could still check in on the machine, but I was denied, so I ran to some staff. They told me I had about two minutes to get through security. So I ran to stand in line of a huge line. It’s very rare that I’ve seen such a big line. As I was standing in the line, I could feel the hope disappear. There was just simply no chance I’d get through security and run to my gate at the pace of the line. Luckily I spotted our friend and Sugar talking to a staff member, and they somehow managed to convince him to let me through a short line through security. I was so grateful because I would’ve never had the chance to make the plane if I had still been standing in the humongous line. I gave both the girls a hug, and I was so overcome with emotions. I’m surprised I didn’t start crying then. You might think that this is the end of the story, but no. Because I arrived so late at the airport, I didn’t have a chance to check in my luggage. I wasn’t supposed to use it as hand luggage, so there were loads of fluids in it. I told the security woman about it, and she told me I wasn’t allowed to bring with me fluids over the certain amount in my hand luggage. So I ripped my luggage open and threw out all I could find of fluids. She told me I had to walk through the security thing and that I could remove the rest of the fluids at the other side. I can imagine that I was making a line, but I was too worried about my plane to care. I got through the security thing without trouble, and I threw on my coat and scarf. I saw the overview of all the planes, and my flight said “boarding”. A man in charge of checking fluids was currently checking a perfume that belonged to the woman before me in the line. I was just standing there all jittery, and I wanted to yell “hurry the fuck up”. Obviously I didn’t. He was soon done with the perfume. Then he brought my suitcase over and said there was another fluid in the bag that I hadn’t thrown out yet. I ripped open my luggage again and looked frantically after it. I only barely didn’t throw out all the content in my luggage. Once I found it I asked if I was good to go because I had to catch my plane. He said yes, and to enjoy my trip. I said “ah, if I can catch the plane, that is,” in a jokingly manner. It’s nice to know that I can joke despite being completely stressed out. When I turned to look at the overview of all the planes, I saw “gate closing”. I hadn’t gone through all of the bullshit to give up, so I ran as fast as I could with my wool coat, scarf, backpack and my suitcase. I ran through crowds of people and felt a bit like a dick and hoped that I didn’t accidentally hurt anyone. I felt a bit defeated as I realised that my gate was quite far away. And I was out of breath quite quickly, so I had to slow down to a jog. But once my gate was in eyesight, I started running again. I could barely speak with the woman, and I didn’t even have a ticket because I hadn’t even checked in. But she asked for my name, and she printed a ticket for me. And woosh, I was through the doors and ran the last meters to the actual plane, although it was unlikely for it to leave me by then. The flight attendant glanced at me, and said “calm down, you’ve got time”. I hadn’t even checked my ticket, so I had no idea where I was seated. And when I looked at the ticket, nothing made sense to me. I’m guessing it’s because I still felt stressed and anxious that I would lose my plane, despite standing inside the plane. I backpedaled a bit and asked the flight attendant, still panting. She calmly told me where I was seated, and that I could relax. I got to my seat, aware of all the curious looks. But all I wanted was to put my luggage in the compartment and sit down in my seat. I was lucky enough to have a window seat. In addition the middle seat beside me wasn’t occupied. The passenger that did sit in my row though, helped me put my backpack on my seat whilst I put my luggage away. I thanked her, and silently thanked all the kind people in the world. At approximately 7:00 pm I was finally sat down in my seat, ten minutes before taking off. I was still jittery with emotions. And they weren’t gone until I was sat in the sofa with Lynx and Grepper, studying Grepper’s new iPhone 6 whilst he told me about it. 

I’m so encaptured, got me wrapped up in your touch

Hiya. It's been silent here because I didn't bring with my computer when I went to my sister's. And I was supposed to say on Tuesday, except Tuesday didn't go exactly like I wanted. That's a story for another day. I'm home now though, after taking the boat, the bus, the plane and the train. Dozed off at the plane, seeing as I only had six hours of sleep. I was quite surprised to see that the autumn has reached home as well. I unpacked the second I got home, and most have gone in the wash. Sadly I didn't get home with a new mug, which I'm a bit sad about. But at least I've saved money. My nephew was quite confused as to where I was going today, and he didn't want to go to kindergarten. I'm trying to do all the things I need to do before I go to "praksis". I'm currently blogging, eating and watching X Factor. So I'm sorry if this post is a bit all over the place. Oh dear, this X Factor episode is quite dramatic, I'm glad I'm not in Cheryl's position right now. I think it's really amusing how they use Ludovico as background music quite often. I am a bit sad about coming home as always, it's always bitter sweet. It's hard to go from the most wonderful nature to where I am now, which isn't all that pretty in my eyes. I kept feeling so amazed by the beauty of the nature on my way to the airport this morning. Imagine sunrise, pink skies, and everything mirrored in the sea. The beauty is indescribable. You must see it for yourself. I've not read one page of curriculum whilst I was gone. It was great for my health probably, but now I've got loads to do. Not to mention that the next two weeks are going to be crazily busy. Well, this week might be fine, I think. But I don't know about the next one. Luckily it'll be the last week of "praksis", which means I can relax a tiny bit. However, I'm due back to school right after, and there will be looong days with lectures. Ohh, I'm watching another episode of X Factor, this time Mel B is in charge, and she's brutal. But I really enjoy that, ha. I'm gonna go through Tumblr now, because One Direction had their last concert of the WWA Tour yesterday. Which does remind me that I'm going to see their concert movie this weekend. How suiting. Next weekend I'm going to watch The 1975 with Kiwi, and I can't wait. I'm crossing my fingers that none of them will turn ill.