Hullo hullo.... You have now stumbled into my blog-thingumy, and you should be afraid. Very afraid.

I don't really use LiveJournal all that much, though.... Heh... Just thought I'd edit it. So I removed all my entries, and... Yeah.


That userpic is provided by the wonderful boz4pm . Worship the ground she walks on.

So as people might now, I have a chinchilla named Míriel. Today, I went and got a rat. I named her Indis. She's the most preciousest thing ever!

Seriously! I wants NORWAY!

I'm doing a lot better, btw. I... Had a bit of a DO-WANT-HOME attack the other day and decided to whine online, like we do. Anyway.

North Dakota is, as I've gathered and experienced the last couple days, FREEZING in winter. And it's not the cold that feels OMGFREAKIN'COLD when you're outside if you wear the right clothes. No, it's the kind of cold that kinda creeps up on you and settles after a while when you've come back indoors. And as the sensible norwegian I am, I wear wool underwear with silk inlay to keep the warmth in, and then several layers of wool and cotton on top. And still... FRICKIN' CHILL!

So I remedied it by taking a bath and making a cuppa of wonderful TEA. I loves me some tea. It's a bloody shame that the Americans don't have tea time. Really.

I am not quite sure how I'm doing, exactly.

I feel like there's a huge, empty place inside my chest right now, and it's called Norway. To put it this way, I'm desperately homesick and though I know I'll get to go home in about a week, I don't really know how to get to the airport. I wish I did - because that would've lessened my worries greatly. As it were... I feel like the ground is slipping out from underneath me.

I guess I probably just sound melodramatic, but.. I don't really have anyone to talk to right now, and I need to get this out of my system.

Right now, I don't really know if I want to return. Yes, I like the school. I even like some of the people that go here - though not that many. What I absolutely hate is being away from my family for so long. I don't know if I can manage another semester.

Now, most of the semester hasn't been that hard, but right now... Right now it feels unmanageable. I can't even go to class today because I feel too depressed to walk out the door.

I'm not sleeping properly, but that's my PTSD speaking, basically. I'm not the same timid girl as I was when I left Norway, but at the same time I don't feel like I'm one hundred per cent, either, and I'm finally starting to realize how sick I've been.

That was one hell of a depressing post. Sorry, guys...

GRATTIS MED DAGEN VAFFELDAMEDAMEN! Jeg kaller deg Jacob nå. :P Neida.

Håper du har en vanvittig flott bursdag og at alt går bra på dagen din når den endelig ruller rundt! Kjempeglad i deg!

If anyone wondered, I was just telling my friend that her birthday should be happy and wonderful. And that I will now call her Jacob. :)

I've been in a major slump when it comes to writing for a long time, and thanks to the encouragement of delaese , I was finally able to come up with something. This little story of how Rude become a Turk is dedicated to her, with my utmost gratitude. Any constructive criticism to improve my writing would be appreciated - I haven't written anything decent on my own in ages.



( Prodding Shells )

Is messy.

To make a long story short - My (now ex) boyfriend was fantastic. When he was in Norway. After he went back to Korea and we agreed on still being an item, I thought he'd put more actual effort into our relationship. Unfortunately, this was not the case.

I waited for him to be the first to contact me, I had to call. Even though he'd promised me he'd call me as soon as he got there. The trend continued, he'd be good and contact me for a while after each time I complained, and then would stop making contact again.

So I decided on not pausing my life for him, and I broke up. Apparently, he doesn't care much. He hasn't even answered the e-mail I sent first, nearly a month ago, enquiring as to his well being. And after that, I waited a week or two and sent him the message saying that I couldn't put my life on hold for him... Until this weekend, I finally said "enough is fucking enough. I can't pause my life anymore."

Other than that, I have much stress with finals, several presentations, a few papers, my grandmother is in the hospital due for her 53rd surgery, which she might not survive... And a very handsome young man asked me out for Friday.

Guh. STRESS

Has reeled me in. It's the bane of all college students, I am convinced.

Still, I'm sitting here, doing anything BUT my assignment. I've got it sitting here, right beside me, like some ominous pea-eater waiting to devour me... But it has to wait until I've finished doing just about everything else. Like playing solitaire.

A lot more important than homework, no?

Also, the pea did not go to school today. She woke up with a fever and a headache and decided that in bed, under the covers, not moving, was a very good place to be. The pea now has make-up assignments to do. Which isn't so bad, all things considered... But, again... Yeah.

Ramble ramble ramble...

So as some of my friends probably know, I've joined a band and we've got a gig going for us in two weeks time. It was all supposed to be real fun and stuff, and serious bizznizz or whatnot, but...

The dickwads upstanding young gentlemen I worked with were too fucking lazy had emergencies all over the place so they couldn't pull their fingers out of their arses practice.

So for me, I doubt there'll be a concert, because I don't want to stand on stage and look like a bloody idiot and not have good chemistry with the band, because it would be a very bad show, and no bloody one the audience wouldn't enjoy it.

To say the least I'm fucking ANNOYED a little irritated.