Happy birthday to the boyfriend! That’s right, Marius turns 25 today. He didn’t want to receive his present until he gets home from work, so right now I’m impatiently awaiting his arrival so that I’ll get to give it to him. I hope he likes it! This is his 9th birthday since we first met, can you believe it? Time flies.. :)

But wait, why am I “patiently awaiting his arrival”, shouldn’t I be at work? Nope, I’m at home with a painful wrist. You will not believe how slowly I am typing this. Ambidextrous I am not. It’s nothing serious, a flare-up of an old gamer injury I suppose you could call it, but painful enough to not be able to open doors with my right hand when I got up this morning. Since my work consists of using a computer for 8 hours a day, I thought it was best just to let the poor thing rest for today.

So, what have I been doing today, besides staring at the chandelier? Watched documentaries mostly. At first I watched “Stephen Fry – The secret life of the manic-depressive“, which was really interesting if you’re into that sort of thing. But really, I’d watch anything with Stephen Fry in it, wouldn’t you? Then I watched “Marc Jacobs & Louis Vuitton” – this one is also very interesting, but in a very different way. Fun, frantic, and French. Plus, who wouldn’t love to be a fly on the wall and watch the creative process behind a collection? I know there’s another behind-the-scenes Louis Vuitton documentary out there, but IMDB couldn’t tell me anything about it. And really, if it’s not on IMDB, it doesn’t exist. I think I’ll dig up a series on Richard Dawkins next, if Marius doesn’t get home first.. :)

Here’s an outfit photo, please excuse the claw-like hand!

Marius was nice enough to let me take a picture of the two of us together – this is where Sir David Attenborough would do a voice over and say something like “And here we see the elusive Boyfriend, a creature rarely photographed in the wild. Cameras tend to make it bury itself in the nearest hole, or deep below the sofa cushions while clutching his PS3 controller. Such a rare sight.”

Sir David Attenborough really should do voice overs for my life more often.

I hope the rest of you Norwegian people had a wonderful National day!

Happy 17th birthday, sis! I don’t know which picture you expected me to post today, but I’m betting it wasn’t this one ;)

Also, I shall let this picture be proof that we do, on occasions, venture outside. With teddy bears in handbags. And bad haircuts.

I hope you had a great celebration!

P.S: Mom’s taking us abroad this summer. Girl trip! ;)

Happy one year at Majapiraja.net, blog!

Luna sure knows how to make a girl feel welcome ;)

We’ve got the keys! Moving in tomorrow!!

Now, I have all sorts of love for the fact that Maren and Kenneth are getting married. First and foremost because they’re wonderful people and a great couple, but also because I’m learning SO much about weddings from being around them. There’s so much that has to be taken into consideration! Things like: Can we get married in this church if only one of us is a registered Christian? Big wedding or small wedding? Did you know that it can take five months from you order your dress until you get it, for example? I had no idea! And everything costs a fortune!

But it’s also curing me for some of my wedding phobias. You see, I’ve never been that girl, the one who dreams about her gown or her big giant wedding, the one that sits around envisioning “her” day. It has just seemed like a whole lot of work. I’ve worked in the kind of shops that couples traditionally register their wish lists in, and I’ve seen my share of manic brides with apathetic grooms-to-be in tow. “Honey, do we want this overpriced vase or this overpriced vase? This white china or that white china?” Or you get the bride flying solo, the martyr, the one who sighs and tells you all about how she has to do it aaaaall by herself and practically expects you to hang a medal around her neck right then and there. So yeah, I’ve been a bit vary of the whole wedding thing. Okay, very vary. Okay, scared shitless.

I’m also getting a newfound understanding for people who choose to spend thousands of dollars on gowns. Maybe not on wedding dresses, but gowns in general – they’re so well constructed! The fabrics, the boning, lacing, pearls.. I could spend hours just looking at how they’re made! They’re pieces of art, and every trick in the book has been used in order to make sure that you look stunning as hell while wearing them. Oh, if only one could afford couture..

But yes. To sum it all up – weddings = yay, gowns = yay, Maren and Kenneth = yay! I can’t wait for their big day :)

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What a great way to end the workday! It’s too bad I don’t have time to properly dig in to neither the magazines nor the book right now, but I shall do it as soon as I possibly can. I just got home from work (9pm), so I consider myself excused. It is now definitely dinner time, so I have to sign off!

I also have to add published photographer to my resumé, cough cough.

Actually, scratch that, bold and exclamation marks cannot fully express how happy I am right now. This, however, can:

Oh yes, that’s right. I went there. I made a sparklee and I’m not even ashamed!

I’ve been grinning all day. On the 20th, we’re moving in. The new place is 70 square meters (the one we live in now is 45) over two floors, 2nd and 3rd floor of a house smack in the middle of Bergen. It’s huge compared to what we have today, nice and open, and the rent is really not bad at all. We live right across the street from a grocery store (that is open on Sundays!), and our next door neighbor is an ecological bakery! I’ll live right next to everything, basically. And it’s ours for at least three years. Two bedrooms. Tons of space. I can’t wait to show you photos of it, but you’ll have to wait till we get to move in! AAH!

Now if you’ll excuse me, we’re making celebratory nachos tonight. Then I’ll be browsing decorating blogs for the rest of the evening! While grinning till my face hurts!

Oh, what a wonderful evening it was! The food was perfect and a walked like a pregnant lady for the rest of the evening. Christmas eve is really one of those evenings where you wish you had four stomachs, à la cow. Without the whole regurgitation part, of course. Everyone got wonderful presents, we listened to Christmas music, and had a really nice time. It is now past 2pm on Christmas morning, and we are getting ready for breakfast. Same procedure as every year, in other words :)

Okay, onto the loot list:

- Money

- Fancy cutlery

- Persepolis on DVD

- A “World’s best sister” mug (Aaaw!)

- Makeup

- Gift cards

- A pretty handbag

- One year subscription for Elle UK (Hooray!)

- Chanel Chance perfume

- Lenore “Cooties” comic book

- A bracelet

- Swiss chocolate

- A polar pulse watch

- Clothes

The pulse watch will really come in handy. I haven’t been much of a gym bunny this winter, partly because of my health, partly because I prefer to stay inside during the dark winter months, and have thus become a bit flabby. No worries though, I’ll sort that out in January! ;)

What about you, did you get what you wanted this Christmas? :)