Imperfect

The first week in the new apartment has gone by, and it's been a really good week, except for the fact that my stove doesn't work, so I'm currently on a somewhat reluctant salad-diet. I'm not annoyed though, because I know that things are never 100% right, and they never will be. There will always be something that needs to be fixed, something that isn't good enough, that could and should be better. But life isn't perfect, and it never will be. Last night I went to some concerts, and they made me think less about life's imperfections, and more about letting go and simply having a good time. Yacht and Band of Skulls was my highlightes, bandladies for the win.

Jigsaw Falling Into Place

It's my fourth day in the world's smallest apartment, and I'm so pleased. I've finally got a bed, even though it's smaller than my previous one so all the sheets are too big, but hey, I don't have to sleep on the floor like I've done for the past couple of nights. I've always liked observing people, and I've got the perfect lookout from the 3rd floor, even though that lamppost is quite dominating, I wish it looked more like the one in Narnia! All in all, I only need a couple of more things, like my clothing rack and my loudspeakers, and I'm good to go for another term of hard work at uni, with Audrey watching over me, making sure I remember to put my earrings on before I leave in the morning!

Mess

I arrived back home in the city last night, and moved into my unfurnished apartment. Well, my first impressions were good, I live on the second floor, with an elevator (no elevator man though, boo!). But when I opened the door, and saw how small it is, I was speechless. I've been living in a rather large apartment for the past couple of years, and this is more like a normal sized hallway. As the night progressed, I started liking it more and more, and as I cleaned up some of the mess, and started putting out my stuff, I actually think I can live here. I went to IKEA this morning after taking the TOEFL test, and bought a bed and a desk, but I won't get it before Monday, so hello floor! I'm pretty bruised from sleeping on it last night... Well, I'll post update as the apartment starts looking more like... an apartment, and less like jail cell!

Desperate Times

I've been working so much lately that I'm currently living in Zombieland. It's less than a week left 'til I'm travelling back to the city, and my miniature apartment that sorely need some love and care. Last night I dreamt about...

Nosferatu, which I watched way too early in my life...

A mushroom I walk past every day at work...

And also being an elf in Lord of the Rings Online, which I haven't played before (downloading it now though)

I think my subconscious is trying to tell me that I need to get away from the countryside now, it's enough, it usually is. Adventures are impending, and always should be.

Cows and Solitude

As a kid I'd often dream about being a cow. Then I'd just eat grass, sleep in it, and be completely indifferent to the world. I wouldn't worry about being alone, not having enough friends, not being pretty enough, not being good enough at school, I wouldn't worry about how much I sucked at sports, or my family being poor, or about my shabby inherited clothes, I wouldn't worry about anything.

I don't want to be a cow anymore, I don't worry anymore either, and as I get older, I tweak the world to my advantage one little step at the time. I have a couple of days off work now, so I'll escape to my white tower of solitude on a pretty much deserted island just to sleep, fish and watch German satelite-TV.

Beach House -- Norway

Beach House pretty much captures the natural melancholy of living in Norway. There's sadness on every corner here, in the fog, snow, rain, storms, mountains, wast forests and fjords, and in the waves.

John Olav and Me, Part Deux

I just came home from a rather horrid festival, there was a lot of crap music and annoying people, or maybe I perceived it like that because I wasn't drunk like I usually am? Who knows, well luckily John Olav Nilsen came and saved my day... actually the entire summer, from being a total gloom-fest. I like him, a lot (and I'll be seeing him again in a few weeks, heart!).