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HEIA!!!!!

Please excuse the horribly boring post that I decided to allow to infiltrate this blog on Wednesday... I will try to never allow such a thing to happen again!!!

Anyway, since you guys already know about what happened on wednesday day I will explain what happened after I ran for a bus... or actually leasurly strolled to. :)

I have the unfortunate fear that the bus will always be 5-10 min early, even though this has never happened to me. So, instead of searching for my run away cap (it was so cute, tan with a pretty little white design) I decided to attempt a type of hat/scarf with my red peace scarf that Mum got from a CBHS craft fair crew basket... speaking of which, I'm not quite sure how I am going to participate in the craft fair this year, being overseas and all, but still I invited on FB... kinda annoying... ANY-HOO!!!

I got to the bus in time and went to sentrum to wait until the bus to Yngvild's... rather annoying time difference between the bus I needed to take in to the city and the bus to her house, but thanfully the creepers at the bus station only meowed at me and the drunk old guy who has shown up both times I have waited for that bus didn't try to talk to me... I was allowed to listen to music in peace. :] Oh, and eat Smash... yum!

I got to Yngvild's house before any of the other gests (we were having a girls night :) ) so Yngvild and I walked down to the store to get some more ingredients to make cinnimin (sp) rolls! We were met there by one of the other guest Dina, and we all walked back to listen to music and supposedly help make the rolles... that was mostly Yngvild, but Ingvild (when she arrived a little later) helped too... I helped with Dina by providing entertainment... I WILL figure out a way to have a gathering where I can make something... and not get Karro to mix waffle batter so I can cook them... sushi... sushi... SUSHI!!!!!!!!!! oh, um... please excuse me... I have a one track mind right now about food... :D

We listened to lots of music, and I read some of Hyperbole and a Half for the others' entertainment... and my own... and we watched music videos! Yngvild didn't like Alejandro before she saw the music video... I think it has grown on her now a little... :D

Eventually (after devouring half of the cinnimon rolls made) Yngvild's Mom drove me to the bus stop (so I could get the last bus home) and the others to their respective places... (kinda annoying that I am the only one that lives on this side of the city, and an hour and a half walk (when there's no ice) away...) But that wasn't my most immediate problem... my new problem is my fear of the road home in the dark...

I will take this time to note that it is now dark by 4pm... and if the sun came anywhere near what is considered normal for midday light, it starts to set before 3... but, since it has been raining/snowing lately it has been very gray, so... yeah...

But this means that if I get out of school closer to 3 that in the 1/2 hour that it takes to get home it is pretty much dark... This would not have been a problem for me if it didn't mean that I would have to walk down a looong road through moose infested woods... Also note that I was not afraid of moose when living in Maine, but now I am very close to terrified of meeting one on my way home... I have been told I should not come within 6 meters of them... I am guessing that is quite a ways, since I still haven't completely switched over to the metric system, and as I have noted a few times, too lazy to convert it... I probably will, after I finish this post... if I remember... another of my down falls... short term memory...

So I was left dreading this long dark and adrenilin creating walk when we rounded a corner almost to that road and picked up a life saver!!!! Katrina (Karro's cousin's daughter who is a couple of years older than Karro) boarded the bus!!! We were both very relieved to see eachother, neither of us like to walk that road alone... SO, with her help I made it home without a nervous breakdown... though the Poke'mon theme song that I played with the speakers on my ipod could have helped too... I have to remember that for next time when I am walking that road again... Poke'mon lends bravery to even the faintest heart I believe!

Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that was also the first night that I saw the nordlys with any distinction!!!! they were more than a glow that seemed to cling to the mountains, they were ribbons of almost white green that wavered faintly in the sky, molding to the shape of the moutain even while not clinging. they were beautiful- I tried to get a picture, but the lights from the street lamps and the fact that they were faint anyway means that all I got was the lights from the houses and such scattered around the mountain... pretty, but not a very good pic.

Thursday was a normal day at school, except that I learned that the history teacher that I have been trying to escape actually feels bad for me. So, I decided that I should probably re-assess my opinion of her and meet with her to try and give her a chance. We decided to meat on friday during lunch.

After school I was picked up by Marte so I could fufil my job of washing her house! I was also fed, and I got to play with Agnette and Aksel before they went swimming! Aksel is sooo sweet! he wanted to stay and help me clean... but he was convinced to go after Marte told him that I might still be here when they came back... Then I was left alone with some cleaning supplies and a dog. :)

I have discovered that if I listen to horrible music and make myself promise that I wont change the music or skip songs until it is done... or even stop listening to it, I can get the job done much faster... what music is this self inflicted torment? the answer to that would be Millionares... don't listen to them, they are horrible and seem to be what every normal mother (at least the ones I have been exposed to (though I'm not sure they qualify as normal ;P )) fears that their baby girls will become... Thus I got the job done in about 2 hours!

Unfortunatly (fortunatly?) by that time the next bus from the city home was 10:10, so I had to wait until everybody got home so I could beg a ride home... (fortunatly because that would eliminate the walk down the street of DOOOOOM!!!!!) It was about a 1/2 hour until they came home, but that was okay, I relaxed without any feelings of guilt about not wanting to be around people... I haven't had much alone time lately... whenever I try I always seem to have someone come hang out with me... Karro.

So I got a ride home and on the way got paid!!!!!!! 400 kr! which is over $50!!! sure it's not really that much here, but I think that's pretty good for 2 hours of work! I am going to try and save it though, I will keep it as a back up so that when/if I run out of my other money. :)

I got home to be greated by a wonderful half-surprise! I had been expecting the package from home for a while, but I wasn't quite ready for the surprises it held! I now have a picture of my family (and me :/ ) that sits next to my bed. I also have a GIANT DARK CHOCOLATE LOBSTER from Havens (I am pretty sure?), that had done it's best to break free of the packaging trying to get Karro's gummy worms. It did break through it's bag, but then the poor thing seemed to meet another package that seems to know how to eat lobster... breaking the claws and tail of the body... so only a few flakes escaped it's origional packaging :) also was a letter that was not only written by Mum, but signed by my beloved cat Thistle! I wonder how they managed to supress her fighting long enough to paint her paw orange... you guys didn't give her a bath did you? if so, that was just mean...

Time for a side story... I am energetic tonight, and I will explain why...

My cat Thistle deserves her name. She is MEAN!!! I can clearly remember her going over to Dad to try and get him to pet her. He would do so, reluctantly, and after a while without warning she would flip on her back, wrap her front (de-clawed) paws around his wrist, bite the heel of his hand while raking his arm with her hind feet (clawed). she did this with amazing agility for a cat that is (im guessing) over 5 lbs... and with such ferocity that shouldn't be expected from a cat that gives no warnings of her displeasure until the actual attack comes. She is also very territorial, she has gotten into many late night fights with other neighborhood cats that have woken up most of the dogs, and subsequently humans in said neighborhood. She actually has a small part taken out of the side of one ear from one of these fights...

This small beast is also a bed hog, she can manage to take up half of a queen sized bed by herself. She is also very lazy, and would hound people (dad) to pick her up and put her on the bathroom sink (next to a toilet that she could have hopped on) so she could be fed... she can be VERY annoying when she wants to be.

Okay, so to explain the point of describing my baby (she has only attacked me a couple times, I am her girl) is that instead of fighting as would be expected from such a cruel and self-serving cat when faced with a bath, this cat instead goes limp and whimpers like a dog when placed into water. She doesn't try to escape, she just hangs and stares at her bathers with huge, sad, pleading eyes... she remaines lethargic for hours after the event occurs. Thus maybe she was pacified long enough to paint her paw... which I feel would be mean.

There, tale related.

Now to get back to the package. The last surprise was the stamp, which mom had circled and drawn an arrow that indicated the word "cute!" could be applied to it. And indeed it can. The stamp is of an otter swimming!!!!! I am going to cut it off the package and save it in my journal! :)

After I read the letter and got everything put away, I decided to answer the summons to the neighbor's house. I only hung out with Kristine for about an hour and a half, because I really didn't want to be up after 11 again. I almost managed! But I was a little late. It was nice to see my family as I said good night to them and wished them a good rest of the their day. :)

Friday, I was supposed to have 2 classes, but again my math class was not present... I actually did walk around to check to see if I could find them, but I failed, and thus spent my time reading "Record of Fallen Vampire" which is a really good manga, and not very girly! there is blood and war and dismemberment... and some plotting... okay, lots of plotting. I have read it before, but I enjoy re-reading things :) Then I was joined by others when they got out of classes to go to lunch. I was once again accosted (not really ;) ) by a guy that really reminds me of Will Pheonix, (a guy from my school). he has crazy, curly, just longer than shoulder length hair, and a trench coat... still trying to find out if he has a pocket watch though... the major differences (besideds language and nationality) is that this guy is taller and he pats my head or arm while telling me that he is seducing me... *rolls eyes* He is quite humorous really...

The I was off to my meeting with Bente (the guy (whos name I have obviously forgotten) protested and then invited me to go hang out with him tonight. I pleaded that I needed some form of sleep this weekend and suggested that we might get a group together and hang out in the city at some point. he than said something about me hanging out at his house because he something about me "abusing me... what?!" As you might expect that comment got the full power of my incredulous eye-roll as I walked off. :D )

I eventually found Bente and we had our talk. I explained that I do want to learn the history, but I would rather learn it at a pace that allows me to learn it and read in Norwegian from the book. She requested that I try to keep up, and try to attempt the projects, but I will not have to present in front of the class until later in the year. This is because I feel that if I present something I should do so på norsk. It was hard sometimes to control my temper, she obviously thought that my limited knowledge in world history (meaning the napolionic war and colinization of China and Japan) was a show that my schooling was sub-standard, but the fact that I was actually trying to make an effort seemed to suprise her. I managed to not tell her that had more closely studied Africa's history and the founding fathers (and their sex lives... that's another story) and WW2, as well as more current events, such as the genocides in Darfur and all of that interesting and sad stuff...

But I didn't interupt her! and I didn't raise my voice once! I explained my position as best as I could and managed to be respectful even when she interuppted me. which happened almost every time I spoke I might add... so I am feeling very proud of myself!

The I left! I walked down to centrum to try and catch a bus. on the way I have to walk down a really steep and slippery hill. it was snowing then which didn't help. You will all be happy to know that I can still fall without seriously hurting myself! I didn't even roll on my back much! which helped not break my lap top. I fell on my butt/right leg and slapped out with my hands. the only damage done was that to my pride for not being able to make it down that hill, and a slightly wet butt.

I got down to the bus in what should have been enough time, but the bus never showed up... :P So I walked to the grocery store and got my weekly soda. :) by then it was only a little wait until the next bus, so I listened to music and waited. Note to self; do not take a drink of a fresh Coke until after it is alowed to fizz for a while, otherwise it will really hurt if you swallow... I actually started tearing up!

After that unfortunate event I realized the one bad part of my day. I was supposed to have had a meeting with my Norsk/religion teacher an hour ago. about the time I was falling on my butt. Oh well, I'll explain that I spaced on monday... :/

When I eventually got home I finished reading the manga, and read the newest chapters of VK and Bakuman! I also ate a wonderful dinner, and some chocolate! then I decided that I couldn't put off bloggin any longer.

I was going to interupt my explaination about nordlys to talk about what I was seeing on TV! they were taking some sort of fish and squeezing all the eggs out of her into a bucket... then they squeezed a male fish to fertalize them and start a new generation of fish on a farm... the parents were wild though... weird huh? 80

Okay, one more thing, before I end this. I uploaded some pics on Flickr again, and got a comment on a pic of me about how long my hair is getting. So I decided to take a picture with my hair down after a day of having it in a bun. it's curly!!! :D

Yay!!!!! It's growing out!!!

Okay! ha en fint helge!!!