Damn you, Sigler!

Part 1 written part yesterday at a cafe in Mandal, Norway. Yay for always carrying a notebook with me.

Damn you, Sigler!
You got me hooked, I am now your slave/junkie/bitch. I have been listening to the rookie since I stepped into the bus today. Yep that is it, I am having my first day of work since I started, kind of ironic since tomorrow is my final regular day and then I have one more day, sunday, But I needed today off, I need a new passport and since it takes a week or so to get it, I needed to do it today. The lady in the police station was very nice and the whole thing took 15-20 minutes, I had to fill out a form and deliver it and some pictures, but I have never been to that police station before. Now I just need the new passport before next thursday, since my old passport is now useless.
But on the way down here I heard a bonus episode of the Rookie where Sigler explained the basic rules of american football, and I am not in love, seems like one hell of a game. And to be honest when he described the difference between rugby and football (yes for the sake of keeping it easy I'll call American football ( why the heck is it called football by the way?) football and proper football I'll call soccer.) I realized that what we used to play in PE was actually a mix between the two. The no protection from rugby and the long running starts before they slam into you from football, to top it of many of the players were soccer players and we played on a handball sized field when we played inside, which we did most of the time, and on regular sports hall floor, you know the damned hard one... The game was just an excuse for beating the living shit out of your classmates. We tended to play girls against guys and since I was one of the few who didn't run away (as fast as humanly possible) at a charge, I was the defence line, we also set up the teams like you would in a soccer game. And after a particular violent match (we played in two feet of snow, so much fun), where I ended up punching one of the guys so he stayed down for the rest of that school day( 4-5 hours) there was a price on my head when we were on the field for the reminder of the 2 and a half years I spent at that school. The ball could be 10-15 meters away from me and I still got tackled. There was one time I had just gotten used as a cushion for three of the guys smashing me into a wall (at once) where I asked "what the fuc? The ball is on the other end of the field, you stupid fuck." And the answer: "This is payback". And mind you, none of the guys who would tackle me were small guys, most of them where bigger than me and, unlike me, they where athletes so they were mostly all muscle. Honestly it is impressive that I have never gotten any injury in PE class. Of course the teacher knew about the price on my head (everybody did, and the guys never hid that they were gonna take me down) and let me not play if I didn't feel up to it. Of course, I loved the game and played anyway. Then the teachers introduced a rule that made a game we called touch rugby. You can only go after the person with the ball (mainly for my safety I think) and you have to pass the ball on within three seconds of someone touching you, and we had a smaller target, a square on the floor, and the ball had tho lay still on the floor for two seconds before it was a goal. Now me and some of the guys (we played mixed teams then) figured that you can run pretty far in three seconds, even if you have to run through a line of defence. We got good at this game. Oddly enough I was an offensive player in this style. Mainly because I run on for as much of my three seconds as possible and then if I was in the goal, protect that ball with my life.

When I was done at the police station I went and bought a zipper for the dress. With the zipper in it is the side seam, arms and then fix the edges and voila. Should only take an hour or so. As far as I know my mom is fixing the zipper on the coat right now. Yes I am not at home, I am sitting at a cafe in Mandal, waiting for the bus home. Mandal is a cute little city about the size of NoHo, little white wooden houses, my grandmother lives here and 'the gule huset' (the yellow house), home base of Solgløtt is only ten minutes away. The bus is leaving in two hours time. Then why aren't you visiting your grandmother you might ask, well my grandmother is sick. Very sick. I have been expecting to get a phone call from my parents saying that I have to get home for a funeral for the last two and a half years. And the last few weeks she have been extra bad so I don't want to stress her.

Part 2 is written now:
Ok, so the dress is done. It is über cute, especially with my now purple hair. Yep, me and my mother went to the hairdressers today and I got it cut again. It is now 2-4 cm, and I love it that way. You can't get a grip on my hair that I can't twist out of, and honestly I quite like that. Work today was rather relaxed, no guest, but I still had my adrenaline running as I have started listening to the matches in the Rookie, I am currently on chapter 16 and I started Chapter 11 today at work. It is really really fun, I am becoming a hard core kraken fan.
Tomorrow I'll fix the collar and stuff on the coat and maybe cut the pieces for the skirt. Either way, I tried the coat on yesterday with the zipper in and it looks smashing.

And just because the Rookie have made me think of this song: