I want that red velvet, I want that sugar sweet

Yesterday I had three drinks too many. I was regretting it this morning, but now not so much. I've not had this much to drink in ages, and like I told Marble and Ale: it's weird because usually you're more rational when you grow older. In my case it's been the opposite, because a younger me would cringe at current me and yell "drink more water". But then again I already knew what the consequences would be anyway. I can't find it in myself to regret it, because yesterday was a pretty darn good evening/night. We made tacos at Marble's and filled our stomachs to the brim, then we played Cards Against Humanity whilst pregaming. I've seen a bit of CAH on Tumblr, but I didn't actually know what the game was about until yesterday. By 11:00 pm we had all gotten quite a bit of alcohol in our systems, and it was definitely showing. I had to apply mascara whilst not being sober because there weren't any free mirrors at the time I was doing my eye make-up. So, whilst doing my mascara I was thinking "ah who cares if I get a bit mascara on my eyelid or under my eye. No biggie". Sober-me would never have agreed with that. Luckily I managed to avoid a mess. I never want to give off drunken vibes to my own parents or my friends parents. But I'm sure we all did yesterday, which is great. On the train to the city, we were chatting, and I wondered to myself if we were being really loud. You know how sometimes when people are drunk, they get obnoxiously loud? Anyway, in the end I didn't care. We went to a club that I used to go to quite frequently, but I've not been at the club for a year or so. Ale wanted to go to this club because she hadn't been before, and what Ale wants is what she gets. We all got a pint and sat down in the sofa with some friends of Ale's. By the first sip of my pint, I knew the wise decision would be to stop now when the night was still young. I'm pretty sure I told Marble I shouldn't have more to drink, but yesterday was a day of not listening to my rational side. Shortly after finishing my pint, Marble and I hit the dance floor. And it was just like good ol' times. The exception is that I had more alcohol in my system than I am used to, and therefore not completely in control of my limbs and senses. After working up a sweat on the dance floor, Marble said (or shouted) that we should take shots. When we got to the bar, she said that we should take "Kamikaze", which I then proceeded to order. As I mentioned, I was not completely in control of myself, and found myself chatting with a Swede or summat, whilst Marble was having a conversation with some guy. I had forgotten about the shot until I felt an ice cube hit me, and I realised it was the bartender's way to alert me about the shot. I took it, and then I think I told Marble I was gonna go sit down for a bit because I was feeling slightly uneasy about not being in complete (well, somewhat) control. This is where the lines are a bit blurry, because I'm not sure what happened next. All I know is that I sat down in the sofa, and I ended up staying there for almost the rest of the night. When I'm more sober, I'll usually be at the dance floor, but when I've had too much to drink, I usually find a place to sit down. The good thing about that, is that you get to meet a lot of new people. Can't honestly say that I remember all of the names, but I rarely do when I'm sober anyway. I was chatting away with some guy (guy 1) who somehow knows the gang Ale are friends with. And according to him I had asked his age twice, which I have no recollection of. After a while, he had to use the loo, and told me to keep a spot for him. "Sure," I told him, and then proceeded to look out of the window. Shortly after, a group of people approached me and asked if they could sit on the chairs opposite of me. When they did, the girl leaned over the table that separated us and asked: "hey, are you alright?". In hindsight I can understand her concerns, because I was actually sat alone in a big sofa, staring out of the window. I didn't even bother to look at my phone to at least act like I was preoccupied with something. I felt very touched by the concern, but I did tell her that I was there with my friends, and that I was just waiting for that guy to come back. A guy from the group came to sit beside me, and we had a little chat. I think I somehow told him that I should drink more water, because not long after he presented me with a glass of water, which was a really nice gesture. Some time after, Marble showed up beside me. And I think the group of people left, which is when another group of men asked if they could sit down. To my surprise, they were from a place close to my home town, and I got to use my dialect with them. I mostly talked with the guy (guy 2) beside me, and he was really nice. I've got no idea how long we were chatting, because my phone was safely tucked away in my bag, and I think I looked at it twice in total during the time I was sat in the sofa. Marble and Ale announced to me that they were gonna go dancing, and Marble asked if I wanted to tag along, but I declined. Shortly after, guy 1 from before came to vacate the spot that Marble had left beside me. "There you are!" I said to him. He laughed, and said that when he'd gotten back from the loo, the sofa had been preoccupied with men, and that there hadn't been any space for him. I felt slightly bad, because I was supposed to keep a seat for him. It didn't matter much anyway, because we proceeded chatting. But this time I had guy 2 beside me, and I was delighted to see them both chat with each other and get along. Guy 1 went off to the bar and came back with a pint and two shots of Kamikazi's for us. My brain was telling me: "seriously, you've had enough alcohol". But again, I didn't listen to my brain, and instead took that shot. Around that time, I think Marble came to collect me, because apparently it was 2:30 am, and only half an hour left until the club would shut down. We usually always spend the last half an hour on the dance floor. So I said goodbye to guy 1, and guy 2 said he'd join us on the dance floor, which he did. I hadn't spent that much time with Marble and Ale both whilst being at the club, so this might have been the longest sequence we actually spent together. Anyway, I danced and smiled-- I was just having a good time. When the lights came on, we went to the bar to ask for some water. I said goodbye to guy 2 with some kind of hug, I think. We grabbed our coats, I was grabbed by a male who told me we'd talk outside later. I was amused, and left to go outside where Marble and I waited for Ale. We took the night bus back to Marble's, and I was in bed by 5:00 am. Don't you think I woke up at 10:00 am? Well, I tried to go back to sleep, but after an hour of trying, I gave up. This Sunday morning was spent trying to not get sick, drinking lots of water, and eating minimal. It was a relief to get home and have a shower, despite finding a new bruise that hurts like hell. I'm feeling much better now, and I'm gonna go hit the bed soon so I can feel somewhat normal tomorrow. 

my broken pieces, you pick them up

My attitude as of right now is: don't speak to me unless it's about Teen Wolf. In my head I've started using phrases like "you've got nothing on me mountain ash!" or "you're the mistletoe of my existence". Kiwi informed me last night, that S3 is actually split in two parts, and therefore has 24 episodes rather than 12. Basically it means that I'm not going to be finished with S3 by the end of this week. However, I did just finish watching S3 part one. I'm really surprised by how much I've enjoyed TW. Especially S3 part one: it's all well thought through, and there's a line from the first episode till' the end. I think that's what makes it so good, because there's a link through all of the episodes, which is just really impressive considering the amount of planning that would take. I am excited to watch part two, though Netflix doesn't have it. Ugh. And it's the only thing I want to watch on Netflix at the moment, so right now my subscription to Netflix is a total waste. My evaluation today went well. It's not like I thought it wouldn't, but you never know. I've heard the horror stories. My favourite part of the day was the lunch because today was my nurse supervisor's birthday. She brought along a load of different fruits which she had cut up. Along with some vanilla crème and quark. She's a healthy person, so she wanted to bring something that wasn't cake (though obviously you can make healthy cakes. It just takes a lot of effort and time, which I'm guessing she hadn't). It was delicious, and we all started singing a birthday song, to my supervisor's horror. In the end she shed a tear, and her face was completely red. It was a good moment, is all. I've got the day off tomorrow, and I'm going to watch Teen Wolf all day long, probably. I'm just not in the mood of doing anything productive. I feel like that's all I've been doing lately, so I deserve a proper break where I don't think about it. Right now I ought to get something to eat before it's too late for my digestive system. (Also, in case you haven't noticed, I've been obsessed with Sugar by Maroon 5 for the past few days. My obsession is evident by the amount of times I've used the lyrics as titles for my past blog posts'). 

you show me good loving, make it alright

It's dark outside when I wake up in the mornings. Far too dark for my liking. And my eyes always feel a bit like they want to be glued shut. And every day I wake up like that, my biggest wish is to just shut my eyes and fall asleep again. As it is, I'm (apparently) no longer a child who can ditch commitments (not that I've ever been like that). This week is hard because I've only got one day off, the rest of it I'm either at "praksis" or work. But I am looking forward to work, because it's at my previous "praksis", and I'm hoping that I'll see my old supervisors. I have my evaluation tomorrow, which always makes me nervous. Despite the fact that I'm sure it'll be fine, I still feel nervous. It's annoying, but I also don't think I'd want to change the feeling. I'm starting to feel excited for the Kodaline concert which is in just a bit over two weeks. But that also makes me nervous because it's close to the deadline for the theme of my bachelor. And that makes me think of the exam that I'm supposed to revise for as well. I'm just really looking forward until I'm done with this "praksis" and re-doing the exam. Then I can just focus on (mostly) one thing. I spent yesterday writing notes for the exam actually (yay, good on me), then watching Teen Wolf. I'm trying to get through S3 this week, and I'm probably going to watch a few episodes tonight. I discovered that I'm a definite yes-person to Derek Hale undressed. Maybe that's not surprising to you, but it was for me, because I usually have a thing for the underdogs. Which, I don't know why, but I do. And I don't really enjoy very prominent abs. I guess Derek Hale's are an exception. I have a feeling that once I'm done with S3, I'll carry onto S4. For now I've got to exercise, take a shower, prepare for my evaluation, then I might have time to watch Teen Wolf. I want to go to bed early tonight, but I also want to watch as many Teen Wolf episodes as possible. So there's a dilemma for me. What a though life, eh? 

you're hotter than a southern California day

noen ganger drømmer jeg om at du kommer og ringer på døra midt på natta. drømmer at klokken er 4:00 på natten, at sola snart skal stå opp. jeg åpner døren, og du smiler, strekker en hånd mot meg. "bli med," sier du. jeg tar hånden din og løper med deg ut til bilen, hvor vi hører på sangen vår og kjører til vi finner det vi lette etter. 

I just wanna be deep in your love, and it's killing me when you're away

Oh dear, Teen Wolf is definitely ruining my life at the moment. I'm just really happy there's only three seasons on Norwegian Netflix at the moment, because that means I only have one season left to get through before I can get back to my life. It's not like this is a surprise to me. I knew if before I started watching that I'd become so obsessed it would be hard for me to not watch. And I also knew before I started watching that I'd definitely develop some crush on Stiles. Things I was thinking yesterday: "wow, what a pretty face", "look at his lovely moles", "can you take your shirt off?", etc. I spent five hours at the mall with Marble and Kiwi yesterday. And one of the topics were Teen Wolf, as Kiwi teased me for my recent obsession. I had a revelation to myself, which is really explaining to me: I told them that I hate Allison and Scott because they're an obnoxious couple in love. Well, and their characters are honestly a bit boring. And then Kiwi and Marble started talking about Vampire Diaries, and I asked "is there a lot of romantic drama?" in which they answered yes. And like a light bulb flashed above my head, I realised that I don't like watching TV shows where there is a lot of "romantic drama". A movie is fine, I think, because it doesn't last as long, but TV shows I just can't handle. I can't tell you how many shows I've just stopped watching due to romantic drama repeating itself. I enjoy angst and mysteries. Obviously I enjoy a bit of romance, but there's a difference between romance, and repeating patterns in romance. Anyway, Kiwi ended up with a new phone, and I ended up with two new glasses. We were in a new favourite interior store of mine, and I was showing her the stand of HAY , and I spotted a glass that I thought was really pretty. Usually I have an inner monologue with myself, and most times I deny myself the happiness of buying loads of glasses and mugs. But instead of an inner monologue, and instead of denying myself new glasses, I said to myself: "it's okay, because I want it!". Kiwi stood beside me, apparently amused. I turned to her and said: "I know, I'm really weird," before she could say anything. She said something like "you're one of the most fascinating people I know". I am well aware that it's more normal to be buying clothes at my age, than collecting glasses and mugs. But I rarely care about being "normal", do I? In H&M I heard Change Your Ticket by One Direction, which really distracted me from the discussion Marble and I was having. Then later on I heard Teacher by Nick Jonas. So that's two of my favourites in one of my favourite stores, ha. We sat down at a cafe, which according to Kiwi and Marble is our "regular place", though we've only sat down at the place together once before. Due to no free seats, we were stood outside just waiting for someone to move. It was slightly awkward, but in the end we got a seat. Marble and I ended up with a big piece of chocolate cake each. I didn't manage to eat it all, but it was really good with a cup of tea. I got home around 5:20 pm, and I after dinner I watched Teen Wolf until I finally had to go to bed. I started watching the first episode of season 3, and it's a miracle I managed to stop. I'm supposed to spend today doing chores, cleaning and doing school work. But it's really tempting to watch another episode. And I probably am going to.