We’ll tell our stories on these walls. Every year, measure how tall.

Den gode nyheten er at de nye skoene mine kom i dag, og jeg er forelsket i de. Mulig at jeg omkonverterer til Adidas. De dårlige nyhetene er at jeg ikke får byttet lunarglidsene mine, hvilket betyr at jeg nå har sko som jeg egentlig ikke ønsker. Forsøkte å dytte de over til Lynx, men hun har dessverre de minste føttene i familien. Jeg sov egentlig ganske dårlig, jeg er en lett sover, så jeg våkner relativt enkelt. Også har jeg nevøen min som er komplett motsatt. Jeg har ligget på kanten mens han dytter meg lenger ut, fot over brystet mitt, rumpe i mitt ansikt, og til tider har han forsøkt å bruke hodet mitt som pute. Så da han omsider stod opp, la jeg meg igjen og fikk sovet et par timer. Er likevel sliten. Jeg er fortsatt ganske bestemt på at det ikke skal være barn på meg på mange år. Vi har klatret i trær i dag, blitt spist av myggen, og hengt på senteret. Jeg kjøpte meg ny truse blant annet. Nå ser vi på dagens andre fotballkamp. Grepper ertet meg i stad, fordi jeg sa "kom igjen Thomas" i stedet for "kom igjen Müller". Er noe sulten, så kan hende jeg ender opp med en pose potetgull i magen eller noe annet spiselig. 

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! 

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. 

the more I swear I'm happy, the more that I'm feeling alone

My goodness, I've just finished watching the game between Brazil and Chile. I've never seen a game with so much tension. Of course I was cheering for Brazil mostly due to Neymar. But because I'm not a huge football enthusiast and "belong" to a certain team, I am quite democratic when I'm cheering. When seeing Chile scoring a goal, I went like: "oh no! but, like, that was a really decent goal. So good job Chile!". I think Chile did an excellent job, and it's only luck that brought Brazil the win this time. Also, Chile was the perfect opponent to Brazil, because they were good at blocking what Brazil is known for. I've come to realise more and more that there's a reason for why I don't usually watch football. I never knew how much drama there is in a football match. And I think there's a lot of faking when it comes to people falling over and whatnot. Also, unless you're some sort of hero, you're either loved because you played well, or you're hated because you didn't do well. It's just too much negativity for me, I think. However, I will most likely continue watching the World Cup. Also, after the game I just watched, I think I've fallen in love with Julio Cesar. Not because he probably was the reason for the win today. But he was in tears just before the penalties, and it was so clear to see how much this meant to him. Bah, I am a sucker for emotions, aren't I? Anyway, it's been another day at work, and it was almost empty on the roads this morning. Not so strange when it's a Saturday. I think the days pass by so quickly, and today is the last day I'll see my brother for awhile. Monchita, Lumba and I had a little face time conversation with David and Lynx. It was nice to see their faces again, and I can't wait for them to come this summer. Summer is passing by quickly and it is actually quite stressful, because there's so much I'm supposed to do. It doesn't worry me too much, because that's life. And although it feels like I'm working a lot these days, I only have five weeks before I have the start of August for my own enjoyment. Anyway, that's still five weeks away, which is lots of days I can't be bothered to count, so I'll just enjoy the little time I have left of this summer. I'm going to go now, spend some more time with my brother. And then it's back up bright and early tomorrow.