It's my party

And I'll cry if I want to

This is the last thing I should be doing right now. Susanne is picking me up in an hour and we're going out for lunch before it's off to work again at 13.30 until 20.00. I've done some Crestock work, but it seems I have to do more than I thought, and therefore time is running short. So, why the hell am I writing this here, then?

Good question.

My images recently are an ego-fest. How nice.

Hannes called me from Italy yesterday and told me he'd probably call again last night at 2 am. He didn't, I know, I was up until 3 am or something discussing things over msn and listening to music. If I move I can't even bring all of it, how sad is that? Wow, train of thought. A very short train, anyway. I think maybe I'll go get dressed now, so that I can work really hard before I have to run off again. Ugh.

How we operate

You know I'm no good

I try not to be pretentious, because if there is anything I detest it is pretentious people; but as always you become what you loathe. Just like applying to a bachelor in journalism, even though I hate journalists, (but luckily not sending in my papers - thus not getting accepted) I now realize this whole journal thing is a load of crap. I didn't want this thing to become a bunch of random words put together, I wanted to get to the bottom of it, to be able to just write, express my self freely. I realize now that I cannot, and probably will not ever be able to do this. So, all cards on the table; this is bullshit. Page fillings, a big load of crap.

Phew. Good thing that we got that sortet out.

LOVE! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE! What the hell is it? I think it's just one emotion, one kind of attachment, but that when combined with other things (care, attraction, sentimental bonds, family ties and so on) we get all sorts of it. But they're not really different, they are just attachments we form in our brains. So don't be surprised if love changes into something better, worse or something completely different.

What the hell was that?

I'm not sure, maybe after realizing all that comes out of this silly activity that is typing on a keyboard I actually expressed something? Not that I'm sure of anything; I rarely ever am; and this was merely a thought that came to me while I stood in the shower yesterday, water pouring down on me. I also decided something, well, maybe, maybe I decided, maybe I didn't. Point is that I have actually made progress; to hell with standing still, to hell with being scared. All you can do is try, and maybe you'll fail, maybe you'll fail and everything will go to hell, but at least; at least you'll be able to say you tried.

AND YES! I RESERVE THIS POST FOR SOME REALLY BAD PHOTOSHOPPING. Maybe tomorrow I will make something worthwhile - that is, if I have the time.

Song for the songs

Why me?

There is this guy at work who keeps submitting these awful, awful 3D animations. We are known for being incredibly picky; I can't count all the e-mails I've replied to about how "This picture is good, other agencies have accepted it, what's wong with you people?!!?!", but yet our inspectors seem to be blind when it comes to those stupid 3D images and certain illustrations. I cannot for the love of God ever see anyone thinking they are pretty, or purchasing them for that matter, and Lars agrees with me. Only this morning, while I was looking through our recently accepted stock for Today's Best, I found this horrible image of two heads stuck in mid-air. Ah gawd. And the smiles on them were horrendous! Fucking freaky - enough to give you nightmares.

Speaking of nightmares - I've had my share of them lately. I keep having these awful vivid dreams about people close to me being really mean to me. As I wake up, it takes a while to realize that they are just dreams, and the seconds where they feel like reality I couldn't be more depressed. If dreams really mean something, I am in for a bumpy ride.

I hope we're doing something this weekend. Go out dancing; I know there'll be stupid people, I know the music will suck, but I just need a night out with some friends. I need to start thinking about what to do, I need to decide. My mother doesn't seem to think that me moving to London is a good idea; and I cannot blame her, a few weeks ago I was stuck in bed crying over the guy who wants me to go with him. It's mind boggling how he could even bring him self to do these things to me, and because of that fact I guess I think he wouldn't hesitate too much about doing other things. I want to be with him, and I want us to live together, but I also want to feel safe and not like tomorrow the sky might come falling down on my head.

I have to go remove the blueberries from my teeth now. Afterwards a couple of hours of cleaning will take place, and then maybe I'll be able to finish my other job. Gah.

You probably think this song is about you

Facts about Finland

"De skjønner godt at det er mulig å få bilen sin tauet inn noen få år på rad. Jeg tolker det slik at de nesten ikke ser bort ifra at det kunne skjedd dem selv. Særlig en av dem, en liten tass som sitter på den asfalterte stien og dunker en gul plastand i asfalten. Han forstår meg, kan jeg merke, og mens han forstår meg, dunker han plastanda si i asfalten. Jeg leser ham som en åpen bok. Han tenker; tre år på rad er ingenting, glem det, legg det bak deg og konsentrer deg om Finland, og nå skal jeg banke denne anda mot asfalten helt til den gir seg, den skal grisebankes mot asfalten, gjentatte ganger, knallhardt, alt jeg kan, den skal bare slåes så jævli hardt mot asfalten, denne anda, den skal dundres, anda, mot asfalten, til den gir seg, men tre år på rad er greit, ikke tenk mer på det. "

-"Fakta om Finland" - Erlend Loe.

At least I get to read some while I sit in the incredibly cold (Thank God for ponchos?), incredibly boring reception. Last time I read Jane Austen's "Emma", today I read some Erlend Loe. Why I keep reading books I have already read, I do not know; maybe I am just lazy; maybe I do not want my senses tickled while on the clock. I wish I could bring the new Harry Potter, but I promised Hannes not to - we're gonna read it out loud to each other. Yes, we're super lame.

I am burning albums. The Beatles. Oh no, now I have to delete them from iTunes. It feels like such a loss. I don't even wanna think about what is next; but my ultimate goal is to burn all my albums on music cds and only have single songs on my computer.

I should go sleep, I slept for a total of 2 and a half hours last night.

Snakes in the Grass

It's just a ride

Apart from the parental unit and a very hyperactive dog, I am actually home alone. Hannes left really early this morning, Renate and Oliver moved to Renate's house last night (and he just left here about half an hour ago - my parents gave him a ride into town) and I do not feel at all like I expected to feel. I miss Hannes a lot more than I thought I would - but then again I cannot actually bring my self to believe he is coming back this time - and loving him makes that a very confusing thing. I spent a lot of time being angry and upset with him, but at the same time there is this feeling of happiness that you just cannot escape when you see someone you love as much as I love him. It is almost as if I wanted to be more depressed, wanted to be more frustrated with him. Ah, I do not know how to explain it, and it seems so pointless to even try.

I am not sure what to do next. I know what I want him to do, and I know what he wants me to do. I wish it was the same thing, but it isn't. I guess we'll talk more about it if/when he comes back here on the 3rd.

I have a lot of Crestock work piled up and I am working reception between 4 and 11, so I guess I should cut this short and write some other time. I wish I didn't feel so lonely, it is like missing your right arm.

Someone make my last.fm scrobbler work.

FuckUp

Wishful Thinking

I think I need to go to a kick-boxing class. I have all this aggression in me, bringing me down, making me annoyed at everyone. I am not in the mood to do anything, I just feel like hiding in a hole somewhere until everything bad has passed. Maybe I am looking at my situation in the wrong way, but truth be told; I do not want to do it differently. It would be better, but I do not want to.

I bought a wonderful book from 1963 called "The Works of Oscar Wilde". I do not think it is fair that someone should be able to write poetry as well as prose.

She will not come, I know her well,
 Of lover’s vows she hath no care,
And little good a man can tell
 Of one so cruel and so fair.
True love is but a woman’s toy,
 They never know the lover’s pain,
And I who loved as loves a boy.
 Must love in vain, must love in vain.

-A part of "Serenade", Oscar Wilde.

I'm just so angry.

About What You Know

Ring of fire

I'm coming down with a cold. At the moment it is manageable; I feel like crap when I wake up in the morning and it bothers me throughout the day, but it's not a problem to live with it or anything. I do know it is going to get worse and combined with this slight heat wave we are experiencing, I'm fucked. I know I should not complain, but our house is not designed for summers like these, and it feels like we are living in a giant oven most of the time. The windows and doors are all completely open, but it doesn't really help and I am so incredibly happy I can run away to the basement where it's not really that warm.

Hannes is leaving this Sunday. Well, most likely, anyway. He's only going away for a week, but it's a stupid week to leave me and well.. I don't want him to go! But I get it, he's seeing his family and grandmother, just as he should be. But I can't be too selfish about him, it's like he said yesterday; "Every second spent too far away from you is an accident". AH HA HA HA. Oh, GOD, that is cheesy.

But we're doing .. better than I had expected. He has decided to definitely not go to school in Sweden, and that we might live here for a few months this fall. He's not going to turn down the school in England yet, but then again he doesn't have to decide if he is going or not until like.. September, so that leaves us time to see if we really are this compatible. Right now he's not doing much - he stays home and cleans up and drives me to work and picks me up again, but he seems happy and I'm happy and I don't know what else we could really hope for. I guess one of the reasons why I love him so much is that I enjoy his company so much; I don't really get sick of him. Being kind of sick and grumpy because of the heat makes me scared he'll get annoyed at me, but he's being really sweet (only with an occasional "Jesus Christ" when I get too stupid - but then I usually apologize) and very nice. I'm really happy in my life right now, and while all the pieces of the puzzle has not fallen into place just yet, I don't think I could ask for more.

My job at Crestock is quite nice, although a little challenging. Well, right now I am terrified that I will fuck up, seeing everyone else there is either on leave or sick. Normally Lars watches me like a hawk, reading through all the mails I send out and picking on every little word (Don't get me wrong, I would too if I was in his position), but now I am sitting in the giant room all by my self, getting e-mails from angry eastern Europeans and freaking out because I am actually in charge of everything and there's no one there to help me out should some enormous crisis emerge. But it's fine, it's only for today and Monday. I hope I don't fuck up though, I feel like Lars is taking a chance on me and I don't want him to look bad should I not meet the expectations people obviously have for me.

I guess I should go wake up Hannes. He's so cute when he sleeps, but I need to go to work now. I wonder if he'll buy me FFXII today. :D He said he would - so I'd have something to do while he's gone. :p Ahwell. <3

What The Sea Wants The Sea Will Have

Better Half

I can't believe I am sitting here eating breakfast. It's so fucking early and last night it was hard to fall asleep because of a beating headache and the cutest boy ever laying next to me, stroking my back. Don't get me wrong; I loved the latter part, but it is really hard to get out of bed when he is in it, and sometimes even harder to fall asleep. I'm so happy I am only working half a day tomorrow, and I have a whole day off on Saturday. I really don't know how much longer I could have kept this up without any decent sleep.

I don't really have anything to write about; but then again that has never stopped me before. I guess I shouldn't write; I am kind of dizzy, and sitting in front of the computer before I have to isn't the best recipe for a good day. I really like my job at Crestock, but when your head aches it's kind of a torture. I never get head aches though, I guess that's why I don't handle them better. And for more happy news; We rented out absolutely all the cabins while I was in the reception last night, so there is plenty to clean. Oh, yay.

I think I am gonna go pack my bed and sneak down under the blanket with Hannes for the remaining half hour. Oh, look at that, I actually wrote "pack my bed". Fun times.

You say Party! We say die!

Get what you deserve

I'm kind of sick of working, and I've only done a week and a half of it. It is going to help when Hannes gets here on Wednesday, but at the same time I think I will feel a bit guilty because I'm away all the time. Hopefully he'll get a job with a schedule similar to mine.

In other news; we're going to Thailand. For three weeks over Christmas. It will be my first Christmas away since I was tiny, and even then I just went to my grandparents. Hannes might come as well, he has until Thursday to decide.

I'm exhausted, but Christine and Hege are coming over in half an hour. OhmeOhmy.

Here's looking at you, kid! <3

When you wake for certain

Porchrail

Lavender Diamond has such a melancholy in her voice that it will sometimes break your heart. I like the album "Imagine our love", although sometimes it gets too much and I have to shut her music off.

To the left you can see my new shirt, it says "We found a map to candy mountain" from the youtube video that has been roaming the Shinra IRC chat for a while. I'm totally a pink unicorn, deal with it.

Random randomness to randomness: I'm making dinner today. Spaghetti.. but I don't like minced meat in my sauce, and when I told my dad that if he wants me to make dinner I'll make it in my own way he yelled at me and told me that the meat is the actual "food". Vegetarians all over the world will lynch him. I guess I'll make his stupid meat on the side, so I don't have to deal with it. Hah, take that one, screaming dad.

Wow, the substance of this post is breathtaking.

Uhm, total random link:
http://destroysites.com/

What's your least favorite website? Well, no matter, now you can shoot it until it bleeds! BLEEDS, I SAY, BLEEEEEEEEEDS!

Yay for blood.

This guy wears a webcam 24/7. I'm glad I haven't watched him go to the bathroom. Right now he's laying in his bed sleeping, looking very.. pale.
http://www.justin.tv/justin

My room is a mess. Stupid room.

Take A Walk Around The Table

Strange Things Are Happening

I feel kind of like someone punched me in the stomach, and when I tried to regain my breath I did not succeed. It is a weird kind of feeling, I wouldn't call it all bad, just.. different. But at the same time I feel like there's a heavy weight on my chest, so you could say that is bad. All together.. I feel pretty lousy.

I am going to start my trial job next monday, and my old boss just texted me from Paris and told me he'll be back tomorrow to plan out what we should do about my other job. I also sorted out my troubles with the IRS, I phoned them up and a very helpful man told me what to do. Chivalry is not completely dead, just kind of paralyzed. I am happy about that, I hate calling people I don't know up.

Hege just left my house. We have been hanging out since she got off from work, and it was quite nice to see her again. Ever since I got back here I have felt lonely and isolated, but after all I do have her and a couple of other friends around. I just suck at staying in touch with them when I am away.

Jenny Owen Youngs - Fuck was I

I want Hannes to pick up his phone. We had a rather strange conversation last night where I spent most of the time crying and he spent a lot of time trying to make me stop. It sounds really bad, but it was actually kind of cute and it made me feel a hell of a lot better than I have been feeling lately. He's the sunshine of my life, even when he's a big black cloud on the sky. Haha, that makes no sense.

I really should unpack some boxes, but it is just so goddammed boring. I don't even have room for everything, I am going to have to prove quite a few laws of nature wrong to fit all my stuff into my new room. It doesn't even make sense - when did I get more stuff, really? I have been broke ass all year!

Ohwell, fight the lano guys, fight the lano.

More heat than light

Absolutely nothing

"Home is where the heart is, but your heart had to roam".

I want to be someone's person again.

You could claim I'm Hannes' person, but at the moment I feel like I'm anything but just that. We haven't spoken on the phone for almost 5 weeks, I haven't seen him since Easter and it's been 3 days since I even got a text message from him.

This will be another one of those posts, yes.

I just feel so unbelievably lonely sometimes. I'm not sure what is more heartbreaking: missing someone like this, or realizing more and more that the chances for that person missing you as much are nearing nothing more and more every day that passes. I have no idea what the hell is going on. Has he cheated on me? Has he fallen out of love? Or, even worse, does he just not care anymore? I do not know - I do not even know how to find out.

I realize that I am a very intense person. Either I love or hate something, and when I get a liking to something chances are I'll become slightly obsessed with it. Just imagine how I feel about someone who's been a close friend of mine for 6 years and who's been my lover for 4 and a half. It was bound to happen, I knew that, but he made it feel safe in the beginning, like it did not matter how insanely attached I got, because he would be there for me always.

And the lips, they still say the words.. but it's like the eyes do not agree.

I'm a hopeless romantic who needs to clean her kitchen and bedroom before her grand aunt is coming for a 5 minute visit in about 6 hours. Sleep is for the weak.

The only place I can look is down

It's only time

I did it again. Less than 24 hours to go before my next exam, and I wish I was sleeping. I plan not to sleep tonight, so sleeping to like... 5-6 is probably a hell of a lot smarter than sleeping really badly until 1 pm. Argh.

I have a lot to get through today, About 850 pages of information I haven't read before. Haha, I'm a fucking moron. Please, if some divine being could please give me a photographic memory right about now I would really really appreciate it. Haha.

Yeah, didn't think so..

Why would I stop loving you
a hundred years from now?
It's only time.
It's only time.

What could stop this beating heart
once it's made a vow?
It's only time.
It's only time.

If rain won't change your mind,
let it fall.
The rain won't change my heart
at all.

Lock this chain
around my hand,
throw away the key.
It's only time.
It's only time.

Years falling
like grains of sand
mean nothing to me.
It's only time.
It's only time.

If snow won't change your mind
let it fall.
The snow won't change my heart,
not at all.

(I'll walk your lands)
I'll walk your lands
(And swim your sea)
And swim your sea

Marry me.
Marry me.

(Then in your hands)
Then in your hands
(I will be free)
I will be free

Marry me.
Marry me.

Why would I stop loving you
a hundred years from now?

You and Me and Everyone We know

If Only I Were a Painter I'd Paint for You the Moon

Sometimes girlfriends get mad and then a good way to soften their mood is to make them a mix tape, mix CD, play list or whatever. I am just saying boys, this is good advice for free right here. Not that anyone has made ME a mix in about forever and a day, but hey, YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN A FRIEND MIGHT SURPRISE YOU.

...

I am listening to "Cellphone's Dead" by Beck. It is a nice song. I like Beck, he's funky.

I think I am going to go sleep. I haven't laid down in bed in a day and a half, and I am starting to feel quite tired. This is for another day, new opportunities. Put the sun under your wings for the required heat, I am going dancing.

If I needed just one reason to save the world; it would be you.

She had tried to earth him, instead she had split him.

"What will you do now?"
"I have not the least idea."
"I love you," he said.
The three most difficult words in the world
She touched him as she went past him and slowly down the stairs He listened until he heard the door close a long way off - at the bottom of his life, it seemed.
Then he started to cry.

...

Miss Pinch came visiting, and asked me what I intended to do with my future. She spoke about it as though it were an incurable disease.
"You have a future," she said. "We must take it into account."
She suggested I try for a Junior Trainee Assistant Librarian Temporary Grade on a three-month work placement. She warned me that I shouldn't be too ambitious - not suitable for Females, but that librarian-ship was suitable for Females. Miss Pinch always said Females, holding the word away from her by its tail.
My future had been the lighthouse. Without the lighthouse, I would have to begin again - again.

-Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

7 works of fiction, one 200 page textbook about studying novels and a term list with 55 terms from a 350 page glossary of literary terms. How can I possibly make this?

Because I am nothing short of extraordinary, that is how.

Don't regret your life, child. It will pass soon enough.

Metafiction can go SUCK it

Please don't talk to me I fall in love so easily

The weather is really nice, the sun is shining, the temperature is warm but not too warm, there is a little bit of wind and it's a perfect day for a stroll in the park or a BBQ.

But I'm stuck inside studying!

I brought it on my self. Yesterday was Vivian's birthday and we decided to spend it in denial, doing everything but revising for our exams. After she went to bed on Sunday night I baked a cake, decorated the kitchen with balloons and set the table with her presents and birthday cups and plates. We had breakfast at 11.30 the next morning, and proceeded with watching some episodes of Extras (David Bowie for the fucking WIN) and other random crap. Vivian's dad was in town, and after making dinner plans with him we watched Billy Elliott while eating crisps and laying in my bed. Good times. We went to the Chinese restaurant we always order from, but both of us were full from the crisps and soda, so we couldn't eat that much. We finished off the evening by watching Pirate's of the Caribbean 3, which was better than I expected. I liked it a lot more than I liked the second movie (merely a shadow of the first), and the multiple Jack Sparrows running around didn't hurt either. Instead of being responsible adults and going to bed when we came back we spent a few hours between the covers and pillows in my bed, watching crappy TV shows and eating Vivian's favorite 7/11 snack: Pink doughnuts.


English Tea

I am moving out of here for good in less than 2 weeks and it's making me more and more sad. I am not just going to miss Vivian like crazy, but this freedom and all the opportunities that comes from living in a larger city than Bodø. It is not that bad back home, but it is worse than this place, and now that I am moving I feel like I have thrown away all my chances and that I have pretty much blown this whole year. Ah, I think the best idea is to just not think about it right now and go back to my termlist, textbook and 7 works of fiction I need to get through before 9 am tomorrow morning.

When you're on your own
When you're at a fork in the road
You don't know which way to go
There's too many signs and arrows
You haven't laughed in a while
When you can't even fake a smile
When you feel ashamed
The uniform don't make you brave

All I can do is love you to pieces
Give you a shoulder to cry when you need it
When the day is long and the night is coming down on you
All I can do

For old times..

I wanted to just show this off

I remember this pretty well. Not that it is very old, but yeah, it's really funny. Those silly Danish people..

WATCH THIS, PEOPLESSSS!

Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends,
Grief is explicit and her song never ends,
Happiness is like England, and will not state a case,
Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and talks apace.

Stevie Smith

My mother called me Silver. I was born part precious metal part pirate.

Lighthousekeeping

"I have no father. There's nothing unusual about that, even children who do have fathers are often surprised to see them. My own father came out of the sea and went back that way. He was crew on a fishing boat that harboured with us one night when the waves were crashing like dark glass. His splinted hull shored him for long enough to drop anchor inside my mother.
Shoals of babies vied for life.
I won."
-Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

That was taken from the opening of the book I am currently reading. It's on my curriculum. Vivian has read it and says it's the best work on the list, except maybe "The yellow wall-paper", which was a short story I enjoyed quite a lot my self. We have a lot of female writers, and I enjoy that.

My head hurts and I'm lonely. The summer seems so far away with all the rain outside, and one part of me feels sad about that and the other one is comforted. I don't like my life right now, other than living with someone I like living with in a rather nice apartment I am not happy, but at the same time I am scared of the summer. I am scared I'll be even lonelier, and if I end up that way I wont even have Vivian to bother. I'll be pretty much by my self in a house that is way too big for one person. Last summer I spent over three weeks living there without my parents, and at times it got lonely at night. If Hannes ends up standing me up I don't predict a better outcome for this summer.

But you have to stay positive, I guess. It's almost our independence day and I'll be spending it with Vivian, barbecuing if the weather allows. No matter what I'll be eating a bunch of popsicles, as the tradition requires. I wont be wearing my traditional dress, but whatever, that thing is such a drag to put on anyway.

I cannot believe I am actually going home in a few weeks. It's going to be so weird, because I am actually moving there for the time being. And unless I move out with Hannes, there's a 50/50 chance I might just stay and work, at least until September, and that is 4 very long months. Then I'll have to move out on my own, God knows where. That is certainly not the only reason I hope Hannes wont screw me over and change all of our plans, but it's one of them, moving out on my own without even a school to go to is pretty overwhelming. I guess I could pick up some of my stuff and go on a world tour all by my self, but that also sounds like asking for trouble. Knowing my self I'd end up screwing something up, with no safety net to fall back on and no one to help me out.

Girl, Interrupted

The Only Moment We Were Alone

This is definitely not a good day for me. I'm not sure what I feel, but it's not a good feeling, even if it's disturbingly familiar. I woke up with this feeling, I went to the bathroom and splashed water in my face with this feeling, I said hello to Vivian with this feeling. I kind of want to take a walk, but for some reason I have a feeling it will only make matters worse.

I want to be familiar with my self. I want to know how I will feel when I wake up in the morning. I want to know what my reactions to different situations will be, I don't want to be my own stranger. But then again, so does the rest of the world. Whatever we do, whatever we feel, we are not alone. We will never be alone. And as comforting as that might sound to some, it's also an incredibly depressing thought to deal with when you're in the middle of trying to find your self. Because no matter what you do, no matter what you think, there'll always be someone who's just about the same as you, just better.

At the moment, I feel like someone has knocked me over in the process of dragging the rug underneath me away. I'm holding on to it with claws and teeth, but all I end up doing is destroying it while it slips away. Why can't I be better? Why can't I just let it go and hope that something new and better will replace it in the future? Why can't I just be happy? For all of life's beautiful things, there is enough shit to cover it twice - I'm just making it even more difficult for my self. But I don't believe in fate, I believe in working towards what I want. The fact that am incredibly destructive in my behavior goes against all that - in fact it seems that instead of fighting for things I just wreck them until nothing is left, and it's actually fate that holds what I care about together. It's a very confusing scenario, I'll tell you that.

Whatever, whatever, I'll just follow the stream and see where life leads me.

Here comes the sun

Everybody's happy nowadays

So today some odd people came and took a look at our apartment. It was pretty weird, they didn't seem deserving enough to live here, but at the same time it sucked to have my personal space invaded like that so I hope they take it. That way we will not have to do it again, and also I might have to pay only half of the rent for June, after all we'll be staying here for about 10 days or so..

Watching the Eurovision Song Contest obviously sucked ass, since we didn't qualify and, well, our song was incredibly, incredibly lame. I'm also sad that DJ Bobo and his mannequin vampires didn't move on, nor those.. incredibly lame Blink 182 rip-off kids from Andorra. Having someone sing in Catalan should have qualified them alone, besides they made me laugh. Luckily the Turkish dude came through and got a spot, we called him "The little man with the bow-tie". It's a given that we'll be watching the proper show on Saturday, but I foresee a lot of very bitter booing. I don't know what it is, I've only liked about a handful of the Norwegian entires (and I've been watching since I was a little girl), but there's nothing like the national pride that makes me shout and scream when we're nearing the end of the voting. Hannes knows how this works, he was with me when Norway won the World Idol contest, HAHA THAT WAS FUNNY! I'm also quite sure Renate knows what I am talking about, as I've spent quite a few of the Eurovision finals with her.

I finished even more mail yesterday, while watching some lame movie online. I have 7 letters/packages that I need to send off, and it's gonna cost me. As I know I have a job when I get back I might ask my mother for a small loan; I'd like not to have to spend my last few weeks here eating noodles and not doing things. I am not sure how that will fly, but let us all hope for a positive outcome.

Oh, and btw, Lano Mix/Mix for May 2007 has been completed. I usually make a mix each month, but this month has been a bit different because I had to finish it before the end of the month, hence the alternative name. I've never published it though, but now I will, and here you go: (Please don't rip on me for the poor choices, this is a somewhat a completely random collection of songs I've been listening to lately..)

1. The Cops - Cop Pop
2. Y.A.C.H.T. - See a penny (Pick it up)
3. Sondre Lerche - Phantom Punch
4. The Beatles - Her Majesty
5. Page France - Me, Violin and Dancing bear
6. José González - Hand on your heart
7. Rufus Wainwright - Going to a town
8. Elliott Smith - All cleaned out
9. Albert Hammond, Jr. - Bright young thing
10. Nina Simone - Here comes the sun
11. Novi Split - California skies
12. The Bluetones - Nae Hair On't
13. Sarah Blasko - Planet new year
14. Belles Will Ring - It's only goodbye
15. Charles Wright - Express yourself
16. Tobias Froberg - What Goes around (Yes, this is a Justin Timberlake cover)
17. Hot Chip - My Piano
18. Travis - Battleships
19. Butterfly Boucher - A beautiful book
20. Mystery Jets - You can't fool me Dennis

I might try to find a way to upload it, but I kind of doubt anyone wants to download it, since 2 people read this blog and neither of them share my musical taste enough to really appreciate it anyway. Yep. And with that I shall sign off.. and not sleep, because that will never happen.