Oh, yes, we love them.

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VOTE FOR MY FRIEND CARLA! :D Pretty please? She’s a poor student (Ex-student? ), with no job and she needs her freshly grinded coffee!

Sick again.

Flu/cold/sinusthingymabob. Got a sore throat yesterday, thanks to the stupid rain that suddenly appeared when I were wearing a t-shirt at work. <.<
Then, later on that day, I got snot-in-my-nose, and a headache.
Had to go to work today because I had to be there for something I’ve planned the past week (took the power to 6 houses to connect a cable to a new cable-thingy-mabob.

Anyhow. Now I feel shitty, have a serious fever going on, and to top it, my boyfriend (of 3 Wonderful Years) had to go to the dentist today because his tooth suddenly cracked. Tooth no more, but Boyfriend very sick/infected sinus (his family is famous for their long toothroots). So since I’m actually less sick than him, I had to drive him to the doctor to get some penicilin. Poor boy. <3

So now we’re making frozen-pizza’s, and are going to eat potatochips the rest of the evening/night.

Did I tell you it’s the 4th time I’m sick with this since late January? *sad*

Is it possible to grieve over someone you’ve only met briefly once?

A while ago (actually, quite a few months ago) T and I were working together, and got a message about a tractor that had tore down a power-line (low-voltage), and we had to fix it.
We went, and the dude with the tractor helped us fix it. He were around 20-25ish, didn’t really think anything more about that job, ’cause it were just that, a job.
Then, a couple of weeks later, T told me that the dude with the tractor had asked around about me, in the likes of “she’s so “delicious”", “she should ditch that ambulancedude she’s with and be with me instead” (XD it’s kinda hilarious actually), stuff like that.
I just laughed it off, ’cause T told me he’s a “ladiesman”.

Anyhow, a week or so after she told me that, he tried to add me to Facebook. I rejected ofcourse, ’cause I don’t know this kid, nor interested in getting to know him.

The week before last (me thinks), he were in a carcrash not far from were I live (a couple of miles), and he were sent to Trondheim with the ambu-helicopter.

Friday he died of the injuries he got in the crash.

I have mixed feelings. He’s less than a year older than me, and.. well, dead.
I only met him once, but when you get that kind of attention, you get a little bit more involved, you know..

So.. :S I dunno. I’m sad because he’s never going to celebrate his 23rd birthday. I’m kinda sad I didn’t get to know him, and yet, I’m glad I didn’t get to know him, because that would make things harder.

My mom probably know that something is troubling me. We have a “connection”, like she know that I have a really though time emotionally.

I have to change this layout. Something more colourful. Yes indeed.

Anyhow, happy new years everyone, here’s to the new, good bye to the old. XD

I’ve figured out that I’m going to post, yes, it’s so boring, but nyehe, it’s my journal.. Ehr, anyhow..
I’m going to post weekly plans for what I’m supposed to be do this week, to keep track and to give me motivation. Why? Because I hate doing the laundry, washing, cooking.. Ok, hate is not the word, but I dislike it.

Just a note: The bf helps, but he has two jobs and does a lot of the stereotypical manwork in the house. I can do that too, ofcourse, but we’re helping eachother. I just need a list over what to do on what day, to get into it.

So, Normal stuff:

Week 2 Monday 5th to Sunday 11th of january:

Monday:
Work 7:30 to 15:00
Dinner
Do a fold of laundry
Dry it
Red Cross meeting 18:00/18:30 to 21:30
Sleeping. <3

Tuesday:
Work 7:30-15:00
Dinner
Do rest of laundry if needed
Fold. XD (this is really important. Socks are the worst, and tend not to be folded. *slaps wrist*)
Relax?

Wednesday:
Work 7:30 to 15:00
Mop /vacuum/wash the floors
Rehersal 19:00 to 21:00

Thursday:
Work 7:30 to 15:00

Friday:
Work 7:30 to 15:00
Wool-laundry if needed.

Saturday:
Work on the house/garden/be social/whatever

Sunday.
Same as Saturday, whatever.

I seriously need like two weeks off in the middle of work. Go on a roadtrip or something. Anyone up for that??

There’s this tv-show called “Luksusfellen” (”Luxury-trap”), which is all about people who’s in serious debt and have no control over their economy. Two dudes help them fix their problems, and make them aware of how bad they’ve been, and how to reverse everything.

Before and after the show, and in the breaks, there’s a small “commercial” for companies that sponsor the tv-shows, and one of the sponsors of this program, is a “bank”-company that lend out money to people, with a super-high.. uhm.. fee for loaning the money. :S

Is it just me, or do anyone else find this ironic?  People that have problem with their economy, mostly due to those kind of loans, and then they advertise it on that show. >.< GEEZ!.

Soo, the story is; the boyfriend and I have a friend who’s turning 30 tomorrow. His wife (R) is throwing him a surprise birthdayparty.

And I have nothing to wear. Honestly.

I suck at shopping. I have nothing semi-formal/nice thing to wear. I can’t compose together an outift, maybe I’ll just do a 30 minute rush-shopping tomorrow, getting someone to find something nice to me, ’cause we all know I can’t do it. I’m such a hoodie, jeans and sneakers girl, it hurts.

It hurts because I want to look good, to look “grown-up”, sexy, etc.
Whenever I step into a clothesshop, I freeze and can’t think. I see all these clothes hanging on the racks, and I think “Ew, I can’t wear something like that”, or “ew, that’s just plain nasty”. I envy girls and women who actually can clothe themselves, if you understand what I mean.

Meh.

Yesterday, me and 4 other in the band had our last concert with BOB.
We played a concert with two sets in Skøye, then another set in Valldal, because of a music festival there that one of BOB’s first trumpetplayers have founded.

We played two great concerts, maybe a little bit tired at the beginning of the concert in Valldal, but we got our act together.
Before that concert, I met two of my nextdoorneighbours back home at my parents. Slightly shocked to see them, but after the shock settled, I realised that ofcourse they’d be there, since they’re huge jazzlovers. XD

 The 5 of us got flowers. So sweet, ofcourse I were moved to tears.

I am really going to miss my time in BOB, but I know that I’ve grown as a musician, and as a person, in my time in BOB. When I look back, I look back on so many great things. Fond memories.

Like all the big band festivals, sleepovers, Stordalen, my 18th birthday in Jølster, friends.. etc.

Today, in 1814, Norway’s constitution-law was official. That’s why we dress up in “bunad” and walk parades and wave Norwegian flags.

Believe me, you have never seen a national day like Norways.

I will post a picture later of my bunad. Just because. It’s nice. <3

Hope you all have a nice day, even though its not your own national day.

You know what I dislike? People who send an email to me about something about the orchestra, and then occasionally ask me to ask my dad about something, then re-tell it to them. <.<
GOD DAMN IT! GIVE THEM A CALL AND ASK ABOUT IT YOURSELF! Then I don’t have to be in the middle of that, having to re-tell things, and maybe get things wrong.

It’s the same with things at work. If my bf’s not at work there, people tell me things about him, or to ask him about things, or tell me to say things to him about his work. The worst thing is when they give me stuff (like his new VHF-radio), when they can easily put it on his space…

I’m me, not just a stupid middle-thingy-mabob.