I know it hurts to watch me bleeding, can't tell you what I'm needing

Jeg og Oyster gikk nedover Champs Elysees, da jeg så Longchamp på den andre siden av gaten. Sa noe om at jeg ønsket meg en veske, og at jeg syntes at jeg kunne unne meg det. Jeg elsker blått, spesifikt navy blue. Dras mot det både bevisst og ubevisst. Tror fargen gir meg ro i sjelen ellerno. Jeg er også en stor fan av praktiske ting. Ser jo hvor lykkelig jeg ble av mine packing cubes. Vi gikk inn i butikken som var fordelt på to etasjer. Jeg visste hvilken modell jeg ønsket, så jeg gikk egentlig forbi alt annet for å finne Le Pliage Nylon. Jeg fant modellen, og jeg dro den med meg ned til kassen. I køen kom en dame som tok modellen fra meg, da hun skulle hente en fra lageret. I gjengjeld fikk jeg en lapp med informasjon om modellen jeg skulle ha. Da jeg kom til kassen gav jeg lappen og betalte. Men vesken fikk jeg ikke, nei, jeg fikk en ny lapp. Stelte meg i en ny kø, der man skulle gi lappen som viste at en hadde betalt, og deretter få vesken. Det tok lang, lang tid. Mannen foran meg skulle kjøpe en modell for konen, ellerno. Snakket i telefonen mens han pratet med en av de ansatte. Ansatte holdt opp to forskjellige farger, og han pekte på den han syntes var finest. Jeg tenkte at nå er vi i en eksklusiv-butikk. Etterhvert som jeg stod i kø, dannet det seg kø utenfor butikken. Det var visst begrenset med antall mennesker som kunne være i butikken. Hadde lyst til å rope til de ansatte i kassen at jeg bare ville ha vesken min. De trengte ikke å pakke nylon-vesken min i silkepapir. Vi kom oss heldigvis ut tilslutt, men det var på randen til at jeg hadde lyst til å forlange pengene tilbake og gå derifra veskeløs. Heldigvis ventet jeg, og fikk den. Jeg har visst ønsket meg den i flere år, fortalte Kiwi meg (tror det var henne). "Virkelig?" har jeg tenkt. Men det stemmer jo. Vesken er mitt favorittkjøp fra Paris, fordi den er mørkeblå og praktisk. Jeg har hatt den med til strand, og gått ute i pøsregn. Den tåler så mye. Den er ikke for liten, og ikke for stor. Den er perfekt for meg. Er ganske sikker jeg har "Le Pliage Small Tote Bag", og jeg skulle gjerne kjøpt meg en Le Pliage Backpack i tillegg. Oyster pekte ut at de så fine ut, og i etterkant så vi flere som hadde akkurat den sekken. Det får bli en annen dag, dersom jeg snubler over en Longchamp butikk. I dag var jeg på jobb, til tross for at jeg var helt gåen i går. Hadde også egentlig innstilt meg på at jeg ikke skulle jobbe i dag, så jeg la meg egentlig ganske sent. Det var heldigvis ikke like kaotisk som i går, men likevel slitsomt. Det er vanskelig å håpe at jeg slipper å jobbe, ettersom jeg vet at jeg egentlig er nødt til å jobbe. Det slo meg også i dag på vei hjem, at det passer meg veldig å kunne velge når jeg ønsker å jobbe. Luksus. Forhåpentligvis blir det en fridag i morgen. Trenger litt restitusjon med tanke på travel langhelg, og deretter kaotiske arbeidsdager. Gikk rundt på avdelingen og viste bilder av nevøen min fra dåpsdagen hans. Når han retter smilet og latteren sin mot deg, så er det til å dåne av. Han er egentlig ganske ulik sin bror i utseende, synes jeg. Han er rolig, sover mye, og spiser mye. Det er ganske likt broren. Men han smiler kanskje mer. Det var spesielt, for i det han ble døpt, smilte han til presten. "Nå skulle dere sett ansiktet hans," sa presten som også døpte min første nevø. Han er også mer aktiv. Foretrekker å hoppe til alle tider, og helst vendt mot verden når han blir båret da han er så nysgjerrig. Unntaket er når han skal finne morsmelken. Han er lang, var vel over 50 cm da han ble født, og har vokst siden den gang. En kollega spurte meg hvor gammel han var, etter hun hadde sett bilde av han. "3 og en halv måned tror jeg," svarte jeg. Hun fikk sjokk, trodde han var nærmere ett år. Jeg gleder meg veldig til begge nevøene mine blir eldre, se hvordan de utvikler seg og hvordan personligheten deres formeres. Herregud, går igjennom min søster's Instagram, og det er faktisk ikke så lenge siden min første nevø var "liten". Nei nå begynner jeg å bli gammel. Hadde en pasient som sa: "du bor vel hjemme i hus med mann og barn". "Nei," sa jeg, "er nok litt for ung for det ennå, selv om det kunne ha vært en realitet". Han svarte "ja absolutt, det kunne vært livet ditt nå". Jeg tror at jeg skal finne meg noe å spise, også forhåpentligvis starte en Teen Wolf maraton, da jeg ikke fikk sett på noen episoder i går. Hadde i utgangspunktet lyst til å se alt igjen, men innser at jeg ikke tror jeg klarer å gå helt tilbake. Ikke nå, hvertfall. 

meet you by the seaside, somewhere we both can hide

Popping a blister is painful, and you really shouldn't do it. I didn't realise I had blisters on my feet, not until I felt the sting of a popped blister. I think they were caused by my sandals, and I hadn't seen, because I was so busy going from one place to another. Oh well, these things happen. I decided to go to the mall this morning, because I'd gotten a text telling me my customised gift for my nephew's christening was done. And because I was nearly out of my face moisturiser, and because I had to buy things for Saturday when I'm meeting up with my pals. So I just figured I'd get all of the things done when I actually had time for it, rather than postponing it. Before this I helped out washing carpets with my dad. He actually built a temporary stand to let the carpets dry on. That's my dad for you. After the trip to the mall, I ate, then slung my rucksack on my back and ran to the bus stop. "Where are you going?" my dad yelled after me. "To swim," I yelled back. Standing on the platform, waiting for the train, a man approached me just as I was going to put on my sunglasses. "Excuse me," he said. I smiled, put my glasses away, "yes?". I did notice this person in my periphery, but I figured he was going to pass me, not approach me. "You seem very familiar to me," he said. "Have you been at ___ before?" he asked furthermore. I said no, told him he'd probably seen my doppelgänger. "Are you sure? I really feel like I've seen you before. Wait, are you a model?" he asked. Without hesitating I said "no". I had to laugh a bit, cause the whole thing was a bit ridiculous. He apologised for taking up my time, and I said it was fine. He went away, I put my sunglasses on and smiled to myself. What an odd happening. Perhaps I do in fact have a doppelgänger. On my way to the beach, I was crossing my fingers, hoping that nobody had taken "my" space. And I was lucky, coz it was empty. I do realise that though it's an ideal place for me, a lot of others would dislike it. And that's great for me. I'd barely found my towel and undressed before I waded into the water. The first swim is glorious. But I do have to say that I felt marginally better today for each swim. They weren't as cold as the previous days. I had to laugh at myself when I recognised several people from the previous days. I've become a commoner. I left around 6 pm, because my bladder was making itself known. Tomorrow I'm going to the grocery store with Marble, because she's hosting our get-together on Saturday, and I've volunteered to help out because I almost always do. Then I've got a meeting with Kiwi at noon. And then I'm going back to the island, where I believe my belieber friend will be. So I ought to head to bed very soon. Oh, the pictures are from Paris. If you want to get another nice view of Paris, that's not from tour Eiffel, or Arc de Triomphe, you should take the metro to Montmartre because it's the highest point of the city of Paris. It's a great, great view!

Let's run away and not know where we're going to. Let's go for today and it's all going to be wonderful

Bonsoir! Paris. We saw Sacré-Cœur, Notre Dame, La tour Eiffel, Arc de Triomphe, Opéra national de Paris, Musée du Louvre, Champs-Élysées, and other remarkable sights. We went to Notre Dame, tour Eiffel and Arc de Triomphe twice, just because they're so outstanding. I have two favourite moments from the sightseeing. Number one was taking the metro to the island Île de la Cité after a long day of travelling and seeing Sacré-Cæur in the northern parts of Paris, Montmartre. We arrived at the island around 8 pm maybe, it was late. There were maybe two others who got off at the same metrostop, and when we got outside it was nearly silent, which was a huge change from busy Montmartre filled with tourists. Rounding a corner, we finally spotted Notre Dame, and jesus, I was besotted. I cannot pinpoint why it is that I felt so much for Notre Dame, but I did. We sat down, and enjoyed the sight of the Gothic cathedral. In the afternoon and evening, the sun shines right on the front, and we were lucky enough to see it in the best weather. I felt at peace, is the thing, and maybe that's why I enjoyed it so much. The second time we saw it, the weather was a lot worse-- windy, reminiscent to autumn. However, I still felt the tug to my heart. It's strange, these things. My other favourite moment was standing on top of Arc de Triomphe at night in the rain, and seeing Paris in the dark, not to mention tour Eiffel and the amazing light show. I'd forgotten about the latter, and it was such a surprise when all the crowd gasped at the beauty. A woman and her family had just passed us, "sorry," she said. I said "no, that's fine", when the crowd gasped. The woman and her family turned around to see what all of the excitement was about. "You snuggle up to me," she said to her daughter, as they watched to light show in the light rain drizzle. Oyster and I decided to go back down after a bit, and we were just in time, because not long after the rain started pouring. People were hiding in the tunnels, waiting for the rain to stop. Two lads, Oyster and I braved the pouring rain, and ran outside. We were drenched in seconds, and had to wait for the light to turn green. But as I observed that there were no cars, I thought "sod it," and ran. Memories from my first trip to Paris were refreshed, and I remembered the pouring rain that came around in bouts. This time, it was late at night, and I ran across the road, which I mostly never do. It felt liberating. When I arrived in Paris, it felt very familiar. All from the struggle to get to our hotel, to trying to communicate with non-english speakers, and all the greetings: bonjour, bonsoir, bonne nuit. But it also felt unfamiliar, like I hadn't really seen Paris. I got to see more than the surface this time around, and it opened my eyes. Also, I'm older, I have a different perspective. So in some ways Paris was new to me. They say Paris is the most romantic city in the world, and I can't confirm nor deny that. But I can confirm that out of all the places I've ever been to, it's got the most romantic architecture. It's rare that you see buildings that stands out from the "standard" parisian building. I had a really good trip to Paris with my best friend. We'd chosen a great hotel, with helpful staff. We got super warm weather (thank goodness for aircon) and sun most days. We discovered empanadas in Paris, and got free access to all touristy things except for tour Eiffel. We bought bottles of Bioderma each, ate dessert for almost all our meals. Even when Oyster lost her wallet, she managed to laugh afterwards. One of the great things I realised during our trip, is that Oyster and I are quite alike. We wanted to do the same things, mostly. And where we don't want the same things, we compromise. Despite living with each other for six days and spending all our time together, I didn't feel like we had any friction. Perhaps that's because we've known each other for over a decade. But it was a really nice discovery for me. When I woke up on Sunday, I did miss Paris. I missed waking up and getting on the metro, felt a bit restless. I didn't sleep for long last night, and therefore I was a bit tired today. I went by my local mall to get my pictures, and to get my nephew a christening gift. I did that in 15 minutes, before I went to take the bus, then the train to the city. I met Kiwi in an office, where she'd met with a travel agency thing. She wants to travel, has wanted it for a while. At least she's talked about it. We spoke about it today, travelling. And right now, it looks like I'll be tagging along. I've been thinking about it myself. It's a golden opportunity to take a break from the road I've been on for the past years, and do something different. And right now is the best time to do it, I think, when I don't have any responsibilities. Life is strange, and one door shutting, means another opens. Nothing is confirmed yet, but regardless if it happens or not, I know I'm going to spend a lot of the near future travelling. Anyway, Kiwi and I spent about three hours together, drinking ginger ale and me eating a salad, writing down the places we want to see. Then we parted our ways, me in my wide leg flower pattern trousers. Yes, Paris has made me brave for the moment, and though I might have looked a bit like a hippy, I decided that I didn't care. You dress for yourself, and that's something I was reminded of when I went to Paris. When I got home, I changed into my neon yellow bikini, and promptly fell asleep in the tanning bed. I really was tired, and only awoke to an insect close to my ear. I went from great weather in Paris, to great weather in Norway. I'm trying to make the most out of my time off, so who knows what I end up doing. 

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

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