Obsessing, obsessing, procrastinating
Obsessing, obsessing some more over something else, procrastinating anything useful or that needs to be done, and working.
That’s all I seem to do, really. Maybe we should add eating cake to that list. Cake, more cake, and chocolate.
I’ve become incredibly unhealthy over these last few months (read: the last year and a half). So unhealthy that I’m starting to whine about getting fat. Not that I am, but that I might become so if I don’t stop. Not thinking of stopping either though. But once spring arrives, which will probably not be before early-to-mid April, I can start taking my regular walks again. There’s this beautiful, large forest only a couple of hundred metres away from our house, so it’s not like I’ll be lacking places to wander off to. Walking ought to help. Exercising more than that? Probably not. Not my thing.
I’m bored with winter, and in general too, since I’m only working part time at the moment without taking any classes. It’s beautiful and white, but so incredibly long! Norway usually has around a half year of winter, which hardly leaves any space for the other seasons. There’s five months of snow, ice and minus degrees every single year. I want the world to change to spring already.
In the mean time, while waiting for spring / summer, flowers and warmth to come back, I’ll be obsessing over pearls, jewellery and shoes – just planning what I’ll do AFTER summer, when my university studies begin.
About NOT PLANNING PROPERLY
The snow finally started falling two nights ago. And I seriously haven’t gotten a winter coat.
Maybe I should take my chances and keep wearing my leather jacket this winter? It’s not at all as cold as some people like to think. But wearing a leather jacket in minus 15 degrees Celsius – do I really want to try that? Especially since I have a tendency to only wear singlets and t-shirts beneath along with a scarf. I’m just not a sweater person.
I guess the leather jacket will have to do until the next salary though, so let’s just hope the temperature doesn’t drop to less than minus 8 during the next half month. I have to start planning things like this better.
The Muppets!
The Muppets: Bohemian Rhapsody!
A cousin sent the link to me, and I just had to repost it. I got so nostalgic! I absolutely loved the muppets when I was a kid. And that video made me giggle.
Mahna mahna.
Under construction II
Remember when I said the site would be up in a week? Well, it’ll take a bit more time.
My last blog host deleted my previous layout on a way too short warning, and the back-up I have is outdated. Annoying. So, I’ll have to (part-wise) create a new one.
I’m also going away on a 10 day vacation trip to Egypt, so I won’t have any time to work on it for a while. I can’t express exactly how much I’m looking forward to it. Sun! <3
Under construction!
Hiatus. Just moved the server over to wordpress. Page will be back up in a week.
In the mean time, my previous blog posts are hidden. :)
Dreaming is free
Dreaming. You know. Everything from fantasizing about a person, daydreaming about the future, pretending you can hear the gong-gongs from the Buddhist temples in Asia or smell the scent of lavender from the fields in southern France, to imagining you’re surrounded by fairies. Or little red goblins. You choose. It was a way too long sentence anyway.
When I was tiny, somewhere on pre-school age, I was completely convinced the wind spoke to me at times, leading me to places and thoughts. Well, and that it was living in the large willow in a nearby park. My grandma even wrote a poem about that. Crazy kid? Well, I guess. Now that I think of it, it was kind of nice to feel guided by the nature. Especially since I’ve always thought most religions are more like really violent, sexual and kinda gross fairy tales. I’d much rather believe in Little Red Riding Hood and the wolf, although I had to admit I don’t exactly see what kind of religion one could make out of that. Back to the red line, aka main forest path, (if there actually is one) feeling the wind and hearing it through wind chimes and leaves rattling still calms me down and makes my imagination spin off like a crazy butterfly.
When it comes to dreaming, I’m a god-damned professional. I’ve read some place (read: in a Norwegian popular science magazine) that you have to practise around 10 000 hours before you really, really become good at something. And what is that? Around 416 days (and a half)? One year and 7,3 weeks? Feel free to correct if your maths is better than mine.
I betcha I’ve day dreamed a whole lot more than that. Actually, I don’t bet. I know. It’s more like 16 years, and I’ve been both dreaming and daydreaming. Which makes it almost constant, really. I could say it’s been almost 20 years, considering I’ll be 20 on Thursday (the 27th of August!), but I really don’t know or remember much about the first 4 years of my life. Except that I loved cats, burned my hair down – accidentally – on a candle and thus had an awful boy-short hair cut, had a wild imagination and a bad taste in clothing. Have to mention my dresses got much prettier when I reached 5.
I’m think I’m still dreaming, really. Maybe I will let the wind lead me properly some day. Like that brilliant lady in the movie Chocolat. Well, not counting the ending of it.
Lalala Links Love!
I’m not much online at the moment. Partially because my dearest main laptop is on the verge of a breakdown, and also because it’s summer.
Uneventful days like these usually makes me think more than I should. There are times when I could use a proper off button – or at least a way to put my brain on pause. I’ve been going over education and job possibilities recently, and I get more and more confused. Eventually, I’ll manage to decide. I’m just hoping it’ll be soon. Before the next school year if I’m lucky. I’ve already written a bit on the topic.
- Vagaries of Fashion: Harmless Fun or…Gasp! The comments are also worth the read.
- IKEA Hacker. Sometimes great, sometimes not-so. Consider it inspiration.
- The Photobooth Blog. Inspiration at a high level, intriguing and not to mention – it’s the most comprehensive photobooth resource on the internet. Major plus in my book.
Pretty Shoes!
I’m kinda lacking a topic here, so I decided to show you one of my favourite pairs of shoes.
Well, favourite pair to look at anyway. Last time I wore them, I got huge blisters on my heels and toes. Pretty doesn’t always equal comfortable it seems. I only wore them for four hours, and I actually took them off and walked around in my socks on my way home. Running around in socks on the Shanghai metro is something I’m never doing again, ever. But at least I took socks with me that day, after all, walking around barefooted in a huge city is out of question (and way not a good idea).
They were quite cheap, as I recall, and from Naturalizer. Bought them on Shanxi Lu in Shanghai.
Mini Vacation!
I’m leaving on a small vacation today. It seems like a good idea since I don’t have to work until Wednesday.
But then again, it’s a family trip. I’m never able to decide whether I like being on those or not. If I could just tape my youngest little brother’s mouth shut, it would probably be very enjoyable. The family wouldn’t like that though. I think I’ll just go for avoiding him as much as possible instead. He must (almost) be the noisiest brat in the northern hemisphere, and he’s bringing along a just as noisy friend.
The vacation spot is beautiful though, and so close to the sea!
Another Hedgehog
There’s an amazing, large garden where I live.
It’s filled with, last time I checked, petunias, tulips, rhododendron, lilys, berry bushes, strawberry plants, nearly a hundred different kinds of roses and what not. The garden is full of life and colour three out of the four seasons each year. My mum has put incredibly much effort into it ever since we moved here (when I was four or something).
Because of our garden (and also the many neighbours large gardens) we also have plenty of small animals living near our house. The hedgehogs are my favourites. We see them every single year during summer. Sometimes a mother with cubs, and sometimes only a grown one. We’ve taken care of quite a few cubs who’s gotten left behind – last year one of them fell off the low wall edge that separates our and our next door neighbours properties and damaged it’s foot. We nursed it a bit, gave it food, water and such, and then gave it over to a guy who’s work is to take care of them.
This year I’ve seen three of the pointy cuties. One single hedgehog, which didn’t have any problems with being taken pictures of, and one mother and cub which we left alone.
