It’s too bad, really. I’d actually managed to forget the password even. My tiny Acer netbook stopped working way around two months ago, and I’m still using a borrowed, huge laptop, so writing isn’t something I do a lot at the moment either. But! I’ve decided to study in Norway. Well, decided and decided. More like ended up with, but I’m quite satisfied. I’ve applied the University of Oslo, and get to know if I got my spot at the university on the 20th of July. I’m in Venezia, Italy, at that time, but it should work out just fine. I’ve had so much vacation this year that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle one more year of doing nothing.

I have more than one Plan B though, but I like Plan A – actually studying – much better. With plan A I’ll probably be going back to China next year as well.

In the mean time, I’ll be enjoying the summer, the sun, my part-time job, the trip abroad and my wonderful books. Pride, Prejudice and Zombies is a whole lot of fun. <3

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.

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.

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

In the mean time, my previous blog posts are hidden. :)

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Sure, they might be terrifying creatures with their reptile eyes and huge jaws, but a picture I recently saw in a science magazine just made me think about their shape and behaviour a bit more.

After all, it can’t possibly be comfortable to roll around like they do with their death roll, and they has lots of battle scars since they’re violent predators. Not to mention the caiman’s teeth are so large, and their bite so strong, that they’ve got holes where the tooth edge meets the jaw. And not tiny holes either.

Rant done. No picture. By the way, I so want to see wild caimans (& crocodiles / alligators / gharials) and giant otters.

Being materialistic to an incredible degree, it was a quite new kind of day for me. It’s one of the things I thought I’d never admit, not even to myself. While trying desperately to stuff my entire 19 years of life into a 20 kilo suitcase, the amount of luggage you can bring onto an air plane without high extra fees, I finally understood what my dad has been trying too tell me for as long as I can remember: “You simply own WAY too much!”

I realized I the same thing once more after happily trying to forget it for two months, when moving from one room to another in the apartment I share. It took me over a day just to move my things, which I though I had full control over, from a room I hadn’t been staying in for more than a few months. I had already acquired more stuff than I could handle.

I had exactly the same problem even when going home from Shanghai for Christmas a few weeks after moving rooms, as I had when I left Norway. There was just too much things to bring. And I weren’t even planning on bringing much. I made a list of things I felt I absolutely couldn’t leave behind, and suddenly it was three A4 pages long! When I left, I “only” brought with me 13 kilos, after heavily slimming down what I thought I needed.

I just love my things, my books, clothes, shoes, CDs, make-up, dictionaries, art pieces, hair products, camera equipment and not to mention all my jewellery and junk. I’m the kind of person who brings 24 kilos, 4 kilos overweight, when just going on a two week holiday where you technically shouldn’t be needing more than 5.

It’s like what Carrie Bradshaw exclaims in the Sex and the City series: “I like my money right when I can see it – hanging in my closet.” Except I don’t mind it laying around the house either.

However, when I get back to Norway again in May, a lot of those things are going away on Ebay.