6.30 - cravings

It is 6.30 in the morning and I am awake.
It is 6.30 in the morning and I have been awake for an hour.

An hour ago: I woke up with a start. I was alone in my bed. Not really something to fret about I know, but on some level I had expected her to be back by now. She might be, she might be in her room. It took be half an hour to get my brain to work enough to remember that she had said she might be staying at Sib's. So now I don't know where she is, all I know is that she is not here. Again, not really anything to fret about, but tell that to my muddy brain an hour ago.

Now: I have a craving for coffee. Steamy warm freshly brewed coffee with a little bit of milk as I sit here and hear the world wake up. I wonder how early Starbucks opens on Sundays? If this had been back home in Norway I would so have had a mug of steaming coffee as I would be writing this. But then again, I wouldn't be writing this, because one of the things I crave for would be over 5000 km way (that is 5 000 000 meters. 5 million meters) and the other one I would have. Instead I have none, but they are relatively easy to get, both of them. I am really wondering about Starbucks now. I really want a big cup of coffee and there are worse places to write. But then again, I live in Northampton and people frown at you if you go there. And I did spend a lot of money yesterday. But... Coffee! Want! Actually what I really want is the oppertunity to make it myself, to cuddle up with a big cup of coffee and a warm cat on my stomach. And then use this time to catch up on my online reading, maybe write some myself and chat to friends. Yeah, that was how I spent my mornings last summer. Getting up at somewhere between four and five and talk to my friends. Now my friends are much closer. Yet some of them I talk to way less. Odd that. I think what I am craving is that entire package of friends close even though they are physically far away, coffee, good food and cats. Seems like I have opted for the lesser deal this year, huh? But then again, most of the time I don't thinks so. This is only the early morning ramblings of a tired coffee craving person.

Oh have I mentioned I want coffee? And cuddles? And how I am getting none right now...

Iceland Yay!

So I have spent the last few days on this random piece of vulcanic rock in the middle of the Atlantic, I am living in Reykjavik with the bunneh and Ace. It is a lot of fun and very chill. Just what I need after the last few weeks at college. I have been watching a lot of movies, gotten hooked on Rome, thanks Ace :P , smoked waterpipe (oh so good after months off), met cool people, been inspired to do a bunch of games and walked around Reykjavik a lot.

Now I am staying awake with the bunneh while she studies for an exam tomorrow. But I am laying in bed and there is a naked pussy against my knees. He's been snaking into my bed every night, he is a nice little heater, not that it is very cold but there is some thing with having the cat underneath the blankets with you. Yes he sleeps underneath the blankets. I have never met a cat like this before.

There have been a lot of interesting political conversations. I never realized how much I missed that. Comparing laws and things we think should change and what is fucked up in this world. And then in the next minute we are joking about something stupid like Benny Lava. Something we had so much of in Flekke and I feel so little of elsewhere. But that might just be me.

In short I am having a great time here.

Wondering

Why is it possible to go from having someone you think of as one of your closest friends to rarely talking to them, in only a year? Why do I feel that this was my fault? Why do I want to fix it, but don't know how? Should I fix it or realize it was never meant to me? Was the friendship built on so little that we have nothing to talk about anymore?

I hate loosing friends

And as a note I am not expecting anyone to have any answers or anything. This is just to get it out of my system, and parhaps explain to people why I have been off these last few weeks

Manners

manner

• noun 1 a way in which something is done or happens. 2 a person’s outward bearing or way of behaving towards others. 3 (manners) polite social behaviour. 4 a style in literature or art. 5 literary a kind or sort.
-askoxford.com

Manners, manners, this funny word we have on the unwritten rules of how we behave in social groups. Lately it have been getting to me how much these seem to be lacking in the group I hang out with.

This last week I have been highly bothered by a few very vocal people's inability to grasp the fact that people might have other opinions. It have been particulary bad about this one book we have been reading in class. Now, it is ok not to like a book. I have several of these books I do not like. But what I have a problem with is when people are being rude and people with other opinions are not voicing their opinions because they feel like they will get their head torn off. Also I think is exceptionally rude to tell the teacher that you think of reading this book as a punishment when he has been open about the fact that he likes it and hand picked it because he thinks it has good qualites.

So rule 1. Don't say 'This book is crap', say 'I think this book is crap'. That way you don't make people as uncomfortable.

This year there have been a lot of issues with our club and the table. One important thing to remember is that the club is bigger than the table. And I know, in fact I have felt this way myself even being a part of the table, that many people don't get a lot of the inside jokes in this club to begin with and having games where all we reference is stuff that have been going on with the table is beyond bad. Some jokes not every one will get. That is a by product of spanning as broad of an audience as we do. At my first meeting I got more than a bit terrified of the members of the club. I felt that I wasn't good enough for this club because I couldn't even catch half of the references. If it hadn't been for Miriam, Hope and Eleanor I probably would not have gone for the first long time. In certain games this is not a bad idea, but when only one or two people in the entire group knows what you are talking about, a versus battle can become extremely boring. It is also the fastest way of making sure that we will get very few members in the comming years if all we talk about is characters and events that they have no reason to know or learn about.

rule 2 Don't add things that only two or three people will know about to the hat and in the case of say botticelli don't use something that the person can't possibly know.

Stop the hate. Yes exactly that. As most of the table is either on council or on the rising council we have are the face of this club even when we are not on council meeting or in club meetings. As such we can not afford to let our feelings about members of the club show. I am talking about a few members of the club and I am sure everyone involved know who I mean, if not ask me and I will explain. It is fair that you don't like them and rather not spend time with them, but I am sorry to say when you took this job on council you said yes to reprecenting the club and the club can not hate some of it's members. It is also not our place to bitch about said members in front of other members as I know have happened on several occacions.

rule 3 Stop the Hate

Not every one are into your fandom. Gasp! No seriously. Not everyone is interested. And while it is ok to mention it to make other people aware of what is out there to enjoy. Really when it becomes all you talk about it is too much. I am really tempted to just yell Get a LIFE! but I won't. Because I don't like that saying. So, the world is bigger than that and not all of us care. If you want to talk about it and only it, please do us all a favor and find someone like minded and have a quiet conversation so that the rest of us can have a conversation more people can participate in.

rule 4 Don't dominate a social setting with only one topic that only you and a few others are really interested in.

"Walk on, walk on
What you got, they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight...
You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
Walk on, walk on
What you got they can't deny it
Can't sell it or buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on
Home...hard to know what it is if you never had one
Home...I can't say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the heart is"
-Walk On by U2

I don't know why I wanted to start with that song. It doesn't really have much to do with anything. Except to bring home a point I made the other day. Walk on. It is all we can do. And don't be afraid.

A brief note on the new title of this blog. Brief Mortality. The blogger account have the full sub title, LJ does not. Anyway it is 'And the sound makes it's way outta the window Minglin' with the traffic noises outside, you know, an' All of a sudden I'm overcome by a feelin' of brief mortality', it is from the spoken intro to the song Woke up this Morning by A3. The reason why I chose this is because often I am over come by this feeling. I see something beautiful, or grand, or ancient or so larger than life, and I am reminded about how small I am, and how little I really matter in the big picture. And you know what, it is a good feeling.

I bleached my hair, was intending on dying it blue, but now I like this, I might stay blond.

Maria Victoria is now unplayable. She's in jail. And is going to stay there for a while. So yesterday I statted out Ramon. He is going to be fun. He's an Egyptian orc. Tall, and when he isn't having problems with the ground moving (ie. on a boat or drunk) quite graceful. He is young and handsome in that slightly dangerous way. You know someone confident of their abilities, and those abilities include being able to hurt you badly. In the shower I realized why he is in London, must remember to tell Sibs. Ramon is a pirate and I have to figure out the way he speak, I have a feeling he swears by a ton of different gods. Heh, he is going to be fun, mainly because he'll rub Jaq the wrong way so badly..

I am still alive

Yeah, I am still alive. Things are going well in my life. I am writing this while I am waiting for the coffee to brew. Yes, I brought freshly ground coffee before I left and even if that is almost two weeks ago it is still way better than most of what you get in stores. When my parents come I think I'll ask them to bring loads of coffee. It seems a bit redundant to get coffee from the old world when I am over here, but back home I know where to get the coffee I like and they also burn the beans the way Norwegians like them.
This last week and a half I have been having a lot of girlfriend time, a lot of friend time in general actually, and it is very nice. I had been thinking about visiting Thomas this weekend but there seems like there was no easy way of getting up to him. Friend time have been very nice, we've been watching b-movie biology, a movie and a discussion every night this week. Yesterday we say GATTCA, I still like that movie a lot, even if it is full of odd little things that don't really fit. We've been watching Dr.Who, having knitting circles and so on and so forth. Really nice.
In the podcast alley, I been listening to Morevi Remastered by Tee Morris. I actually really like it. It is so far quite interesting. I have also listened quite a lot to Dragon's Landing. But I have catching up to do with Escape Pod for one.
In the big news area, I am changing major. I have decided that rather be a computer science major, engineering minor than the other way around. This means that I'll have a somewhat easier time with fullfilling the requirements and I can focus on what I want to do rather than what I have to do. I can take more classes that focus on robotics and AI than I could other wise.
I also have joined the fencing team, as an epee fencer. I still have a lot to learn before I am any good. But I am sure I'll get there. But that means loads of practice. Also there is Hapkido. I took Sibs (I should really call her Miss Duffey now) class and it was a lot of fun even if I do blue belt flops instead of proper rolling falls. She is planning on starting a club, so I'll do that too. Loads of exercise. Which is good for me I guess.

Anyway Coffee is done and I should get back to coloring the comic

Twin Souls

"So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here."
- Wish you were here by Pink Floyd

This is has been brewing my head for a few days. Do you believe in soul mates? One spirit in two bodies? I do. Because I have found mine. There is nothing romantic behind it. It is just...We're soul mate, we finish each other's sentences, like the same music, movies, games, we think the same way and have the same humor. We have similar experiences and deal with them in a very similar fashion. And I miss her. I miss having her living right across the street, and going to her room (or more likely Nat's bathroom) when ever I needed a talk. I have to say I hate having to open a msn or aim window to say something more than: "Hey, smoke? I'll meet you there in a minutes" or something up that alley. I feel the same way with Danna, Thomas and Cheryl (not that any of them smoke, but you catch my drift), but more so with Buns. We... I don't know, we fit. And it was good having someone who understood me that well, someone who didn't judge, someone who would listen to my endless ramblings (or more likely just pass me the pipe). I still have her, but she is half an ocean away. I haven't seen her in over a year. And the last I saw of her then was walking through the airport security at Gardermoen, I had said bye to Danna about an hour earlier and Buns and Danna were two people I don't know when I'll see them again. After I had seen the last trace of her I went and found a quiet spot outside and cried on the phone with my parents. Thomas and Cheryl were asleep and I didn't want to wake them. But that was the hardest, watching Da and B walk way, that was when I realized it was over and it was never ever coming back. Never again will be sit on the rocks in Flekke and smoke, watching the amazing sunsets. And partly I want it back, just for another half hour, just belong there like I did. I want Buns here. I want to be able to walk over to her when I am bored with homework. I have to confess I have secretly hoped she would come to Smith to study, even after she said it wouldn't happen. I miss you, Bunny my love, and I wish you were here.


Fjord Sunset by *LoFu on deviantART


UWClife: Bunny and Bivrost by *LoFu on deviantART

Finally

Finally. Finally my arm is my own again. At least more or less. I haven't been wearing the bandage and cast since I came home from work. I have been good and taking it off every now and again the last few days. I was planning to keep it off for most of the day, including work, but then right before work a cold hand gripped my gut and I put it back on. There is a strange comfort in the cast. I am afraid of the joint popping back out, I know it won't happen, but the pain last Saturday was enough to make me not want to risk anything. My mucles ache, they've become infected I think. Like the doctor predicted. It will take a long while before my arm is fully my own again. But I'm going to keep pushing it. Right now, there is at least 3 cramps in my arm and two in my hand. But I keep using it because I can't let the fear of pain take over my life. I won't push my arm into those angles where my mucles stop listing to me from the pain or put any weight on it, and I'll wear the cast when I sleep tonight, but right now my arm is mine, no matter the pain.
I had a long talk with Nat today, he's one of the people I really miss. I miss his cool, calm reasoning. It helped talking to him about some issues, he didn't really say anything, I just needed to talk to him. The way he asks his questions, I really have to go digging deep inside for the true answer, not just the one I have rehearsed by now. He makes me realize things. Like that I won't become a cold heartless bitch, I don't have the natural indifference required. So it looks like I am due for more lovely love life mess, yay...

I might have a big surprise for you all tomorrow. Hihi...

Not untill 6th of July

I have an appointment to go in for a check up of my arm on the 6th of July, which means I am stuck in this cast for at least another week and a half. It has started itching. Thankfully it is only a half cast so I can find ways to scratch. I doscovered some rather nifty bruises right around my elbow, that's a great surprise, right?..
I am annoyed, I want to do poi, sew, bake, play guitar, go riding, type properly, play CS,do archery and all of these other things I can't do with my arm locked in a 90 degree angle. I have stopped wearing the support because it hurts my neck, I have a big red wound. In short this sucks major ass. I am never fucking breaking my arm...
In other news, I have Mein Teil suck on my brain. I had it stuck there for the rigging of the LARP, and since Johan speaks German fluently I couldn't really go around singing it. Damn I wanna kill the guy, he speaks 4 languages fluently, and is almost fluent in a 5th. He knows shit loads of random shit,handsew his own costumes, and knows how to sword fight. I think both Norwegian and "auf der grünen mark von Österreich" gives xp bonuses and he found a way of combining them. Those of you who say I sleep with the GM of the universe have not met this guy. And he is only two years older than me. Damn..

Soooo yeah....

So today I got some work done on the EF costume. I made the vest in wool, the wool now needs coloring and then I can finish of the details on it. But yeah, I hand sewed the damned thing, because the look I wanted on it required it. I had a nice long talk with Ning and Lin, got to know quite a lot about them. Then I played around with my music and after four-five days of almost only Red Hot Chili Peppers I am now done with them for a while. Back to Rammstein. *Drool*

In a week I am going to Amsterdam. I am kind of exited, it is acctually happening. When Cheryl and I started talking about it I thought it was just another of Cheryl's crazy ideas. I didn't get around to being exited about it until I acctually bought the ticket. And Anton is getting time of work to be with me(Cheryl got a job so she couldn't come after all, I'll rant about that later), which is nice. I was prepared to see Amsterdam by myself, but a guide wouldn't be bad. If nothing else I'll have some one to carry me home.

Have you ever felt that you love someone so much that you there is no way you can tell them? I had that experience today. I was going out to play with my poi and then I saw my dad standing there in the last rays of sunset watching the horses, and I realised that I love him a lot. More than I can ever tell him I think. I know I often complain about how often my dad and I fight and how much he can hurt me. I have realised why, it is because I love him so much I can't stand to see the disapointment in his eyes. That is why I haven't told him about my grades, and why it took me 8 years to get around to telling him I am bi (yeah, I have known for that long), what he thinks of me really matters. Most people I can manage not to care about what they think, but a few, my dad, Thomas, Bunny, yeah you know who you are, if I ever feel that I let them down, that I am not what they deserve as a daughter or friend, that's when I shatter, and that rope starts to look real friendly. Normally when I break, all it takes is some ice cream, chocolate or a hug to glue me back together. A shattered me however takes more. It takes a long time to heal from those, and it is something I have to do on my own, very often spending large amounts of time alone. I have had to do it often enough to know.

And then lastly, before I completely go on a Red Hot break. For my friends, you know who you are, this is how I feel about you:

On my way home.

I am now sitting in Anton's room.. I sleep here last night. Kinda fun.. Shared a bottle of wine with some of his freinds, met Moinina, and just chilled.. I know I told everyone that I don't have any feelings for him any more, not really true that. Freindship, but a deeper kind than you normally find. I haven't forgiven him for messing my head last year, but aparently the freindship goes beyond that. I guess that proves it, when you first have earned my freindship, you gonna have to do really well to lose it. I like Anton's room mates, they're a cool bunch.

Yesterday on the bus I could feel a long rant like the one I wrote when I was traveling back from HK build up. I guess I'll be writing a long post while I am traveling. But since I have forgotten my little book for writing blog ideas in, I am going to have to do in airports or on the bus. I don't really like using my computer on the plane. I don't know why I just don't like doing it. But then again I have a 5 hour lay over in Frankfurt, should get some writing done there. Also I'll crazy tired so..
I like the stream of consiusness writing style I can only do when I am tired or traveling.
Anyway... See you all when I am back home. I'll be on more or less 24/7 starting sunday evening norwegian time.

What makes me special?

WARNING: EMOTIONAL RANT FOLLOWING; MIGHT BE EMO (I DON'T KNOW, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IT YET)


This is something that I have been thinking about for a long time now. The question of what makes people like me (in a freinds way) entered my head a few years back, when sometime after my 18th birthday, I was down and one of my freinds told me that most of the people at the birthday party had been there because of me (me and class mate celebrated together). That comment started this thought, since then I have noticed that many people, even people I don't like, like me. Many people count me as their freind, many of these I don't even know that well. And I don't know why. So far the theories I gotten from my freinds are:
"You're blunt and collected" -Kayleigh
"You give in a lot to your friends, you care about them so much that you are more worried about them than yourself." -Cheryl
And something nice from Claire that I don't remember the wording of.

So yeah, if you care to, please enlighten me on why you like having me as a freind?

Fly high, crash hard

The last few days have been mainly good. On monday I got asked by my Astro teacher to TA next year. That was me very very happy, I had been so sad that I was not going to be able to go play with the telescopes and stuff. Also for these last few days I have become closer to a couple of my freinds, not as close as Bunny, Thomas, Danna or Cheryl yet, but getting there. Claire had to pick me up and carry me through some pretty heavy emotional stuff on saturday. The emotional stuff is not really something I can do here, because it can hurt more people than me. Then tuesday was just a fun day..
Yesterday however I crashed. I spent some 9 hours programming and debugging my computer science final and it is far from done. Also ITS sent all the students an email that RIAA have sent them some letters about some of the students. Not fun at all. Today I have to finish programming, write a two page essay on the relationship betweeen art and programming, finish my astro reserach and study for my chinese oral. Also there is senior banquet in my house and I should really be doing something for it. But I have no time, I might even not show up. I know people will be pissed at me, but I don't have three hours to waste right now.

Screaming...

Riddles:
Still a song
Out of the ruins
Out from the wreckage
Can't make the same mistake this time
We are the children
The last generation
We are the ones they left behind
And I wonder when we are ever gonna change it
Living under the fear till nothing else remains

Rant:
Updated todo list:
Do Math Take-home test *Am almost done
Finish Engineering portfolio *Half way there
Study for Chinese Final *I am doing my best
Do Chinese Final
Buy Presents for Mom, Dad, Hope *done
Wrap presents *done
Figure out if I can fit all the stuff that needs to go home in one suitcase *working on this, looks good so far
Figure out my weight limit on the plane *2 x 23 kg
Go to Reenacting the past dinner *done
Pack things to go home *working on it
Clean room
Sell books
Figure out if there is anything I need to go home
Find books to read on the plane *found one "Children of Dune", thanks Hope.
Go to CECE and weather proof the elephant
Set up card weave for the plane ride
Download podcast and podiobooks
Work *Done, yay
Have a plotting night with Kayleigh *Does not look like this will happen
Rework the world history for my larp *Think I'll work on this on the plane
Return Marivic's fridge *done
Go to LARP *done
Sign up for Christmas dinner with Solgløtt *I have put little brother in charge of this
That looks pretty nice, right?

I am leaving on wednesday, and am going to spend the night in Boston with Anton. I am soo looking forward to going home, I really can't wait. Tomorrow I am meeting up with Ed for dinner, going to be nice, I have not seen him in half a year, even though we are living quite close.
Hope left today. I miss her already, kind of odd, I could not see her an entire day and not miss her this much. I think it is the knowledge that she is not here.
These last few days I have been working like a maniac on my engineering and math, I have written an average of two essays a day, worked for 2-3 hours a day on math and about the same for chinese, more today, logically enough. My chinese final is tomorrow, and I am really freaked out by it.
About an hour ago I went outside and did the before-final scream. I think I might have lost my voice, but kind of fun. Not as fun as the IB go home banner though..

Now pick up and fold laundery. Then bed. Get up at 6 to prepare for final, my final is at 9 if you want to send some positive thoughts my way. And then more work on math and engineering...

Game Over

Episode 12 of Pure Pwnage is out, have been out for a few days acctually. I just watched it today and I fell in love with thatshow again. Jeremy mentiones Norway... It is the season finale and I just loved the last few minutes of it. You get to see Kayle's face and a full list of credits, meaning everybody's name. It is pretty cool. It has made me so want to get back into gaming. There is not really that many gamers here, at least not that I know of. I know of me and one more. If anybody have a version of CS they want to give me...(hint hint) I so want to play CS again, I miss gaming with the gaming gang at RCN. And now it looks like my computer won't run D&D Online (yep, you know you are a geek when).
Walked down to Modern Myths today with Kayleigh, ended up buying lastest issue of Dungeon and Mind Eye Theater's vampire larp book, which is the rules we go by in the Arkham. Oh, and Kinë (Kayleigh's character) and Sarah (mine) have some great plans which I can't reveal yet, but I might be able to do on Sunday.
Tomorrow is Othsomething Cromwell day, meaning afternoon classes off. Great, since I don't have afternoon classes at all. But I was indeed thinking about attending some of the stuff going on anyway. 8 o'clock Math class tomorrow morning, then Engineering canceled but my group is meeting anyway and then Chinese class, and the teacher said he had something speasial planned for us, somehow that freaks me out even more. I had a very bad day yesterday, I only had two classes as I do on tuesdays, but in one of them we had an Engineering paper due (the group had this due) and because the other thing I had was a chinese test, I could not contribute a lot on monday and yesterday I felt that I had somehow failed my group, let them down, not pulled my own weight and disapointed them. Those of you who know me well, know how much I hate disapointing people, how much it eats me up inside and makes me want to hinde in a corner and just cry. And on top of this I did badly at the test, so the hours I spent prepareing for that was wasted, I could have used them with my group working on the paper. In short I felt very bad yesterday. I went and talked to the professor, I just need someone to talk to. She was quite helpful, among other things she proposed that I go and talk to someone professional. I might, it guess it would be nice talking to somewho could give some good advise.

Seelye at Night, dreams and work.

Thanks to everyone to droped me a line about the last post. And Vera, thanks to what you said yesterday the Meyer Brigg results (see below) made a lot of sense, I really am an introverted person.

Last Saturday I started in the Vampire larp we have here, it is called Arkham by Night (and we play in the Seelye building), after Lovecrafts work, yet it is pure vampire as far as I know. I play Sarah Lerke, a newly turned Mekhet. I am spending the downtime untill the 30th, really diggng into her brain and figuring out who she really is and how to play her. So far all I can share with the world is that she is a French born American, moved to Boston, where she was shired by a vampire called Markus, sometime in August '07. Since there are some trouble in Boston, her Shire told her to get out of town, she had no idea why untill she heard talk about it in Arkham. After some wandering around she ended up in Arkham city, where she was allowed to stay by the Prince. Personally I have some more ideas about her, that for obvious reasons can not be posted here, that would spoil the fun if any of my fellow players read it.

Last night I dreamt I meet the guys in Nightwish, now wouldn't that be fun if it were true.

Some of my freinds here complain that I am disapearing, well, the work load is a lot. Fair enough that I did the IB, but still, I am taking classes that are nothing like what I did before. There are two or more essays due every week. In chinese class we have tests every day. In reenacting I have to set my self into the mind of Lafayette. Really the only chill class is Advanced Calculus.

Update on updates

Now, almost 24 hours after I started working on it, the design for 'Darkwings, third try' is decided. It took me almost 2-3 liters of coffe, 2 headaches, 3 diffrent designs, 1 Cheryl and 1 good Chinese dinner. Now I can start working. *Sarcastic voice* I can't wait. *End of sarcastic voice* . I might change the design again though. As it is now, it is very Thomas. A lot of innfluence there, yes. I am not sure, how much innfluence 'DW, 3. try' can take before it starts becoming copying. Well, I guess I'll finish off as it is now and then if he complains, change it.

Art-trip to Bergen.

As the title say, today I want on an art trip to Bergen city... As some of you might know I take art, first year IB art. And today the class was in our 'local' city and visited 3 galleries in 3,5 hour. Not engough time and the trip itself was utterly boring. We were looking at Norwegian art and since I am a Norwegian I had seen all of it before. But we got to shop, now I have the complete chronicels of Narnia and two more volumes of Sandman. I love that comic.
Now Cheryl is sleeping and in a couple of hours I am going to help her work on her world litt. I am doen with mine. I should just get someone to proof read it. But I have to ask one of the Norwegian first years since I am taking Norwegian A1.
I am sorta noticing that I am utterly random here... Hehe. Have mercy on me, I woke up at 06.30 this moring and have spent 6 hours in a tiny bus with 10-13 other people, using Anton as a pillow. And Cherly and Salome being perverted, not that that is a big surpirse, sometimes find it very stage that Cheryl is older than me, she doesn't act that way a lot of the time. But who cares, I know I don't act my age a lot of the time

First Entry

Well, well. My first try at something else than Elftown. Hopefully this is better. So let see, what was I wanted to ramble about today. Ehm, yeah: my sister. But I guess I'll do that on a thoughts on page. It fits better.
Today we had Human Rights longblock, we saw a movie about Mylai. It is a small village in Vietnam where a massacre took place during the Vietnam war, American soliders killed 500 civilans. Quite horrible to watch actually.
Now I can smell Cheryl making noodles, she got a package from home a week or so ago, full of good food not to mention candy. I need to move to Hong Kong when I get older, they have so much good food.
Just one more week and my first year here at RCN is over. Two months off, yay!