I had a long post planned out in my head when I got back last night, about how it was really sad to say goodbye to my dad in the airport yesterday, about how I had to leave some things behind at home because my suitcase was jam-packed and 3 kilos overweight before everything was in it, about how listening to röyksopp on the plane while staring out at an endless view of snow-covered mountains was pretty much the most perfect thing ever (honestly, I put on my foreigner-hat and pretended it was the first time I saw such a view, I should do that more often), and about how the boyfriend greeted me with a dozen roses and chinese takeout when I finally arrived in Bergen. But I never wrote that post, because after I had finished eating said chinese takeout, I pretty much collapsed on the sofa before I moved into the bed and collapsed there as well. I was so tired!
But now I’m up, and slowly realizing that I have to go into student-mode again, that my exam is only one month away, that it’s a work-weekend, and that I still have no idea whether or not I have to look for a new job, like, right now (preferably yesterday, or even two weeks ago). Needless to say, I’m fighting these facts with every fiber in my being, loafing around in my sweatpants and drinking tea from my favourite teacup.
Yes, I know I’ve posted a picture of it before. Shush. It’s pretty.
Notice how I put them in a water mug. I need to buy a vase.
Speaking of roses, my sister recieved 16 , yes sixteen of them of them this Sunday from a mystery man. It was her 16th birthday. Mystery man, are you sure abut this? Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?
Sorry sis ;)
Actually, her receiving roses from mystery man seems to have made another mystery man pretty jealous. The girl is popular. I can’t wait to see how this one plays out!
In other news, Fiskulf seems to have survived my being gone for ten days, and has even grown out a chunk of his tail!
And last but not least in tidbits from my day: I feel so good about the great weather we’ve had recently that I’ve dug out my favorite flats and shoved my winter boots away into the depths of our storage room. They can stay there till November.
Yay! Okay, that’s it. I’ve got 3 more hours of holiday left before my modern art class starts. Better try to cram as much holidayness into them as possible!
