I did some baking today.

I haven’t left the house… It started raining and I almost fell asleep over my breakfast. Shopping will happen tomorrow.I baked something, it is probably one of the easiest things to make, but I made it and I got it right. It tasted yummy, and I can assure you I’m not a big baker. In fact I screw up vaffles, which is another one of those easy things to make.

Look at those beauties! They tasted nice, even though I had to add more flour after adding the milk, I suspect I might have poured in just a little much of that. Not that it matters whit such a tasty result. It is official I heart scones.

Sticky of the week

Good Morning people. Okay, so yesterday I said that I’d start with sticky note of the week right? Well, today I’m starting. I thought it might be fun to have something that would happen every week, so that I would at least feel that this blog is alive when I’m having a writers block or something. Because having something to update my blogs with makes me feel productive and that might actually help me be productive.

Anyway here it is:

it says that today I’m going to but a jumprope, tape, hair goo, powder and pens. I think I’ll drop the hair goo though, I’m never going to be bothered enough to use it.

I like sticky notes.

Okay, so the top of my desk is covered with sticky notes. I think I’ll start with sticky note of the week or something. I can count 10 little yellow notes right now. I’ve always been one of those people who scribble down everything so that I’ll remember them, but I usually forget where I scribbled it down. Now that I’ve got my sticky note system I’m much better at remembering, I’ll just check the notes before I leave. Easy, and practical. Perhaps a waste of paper and therefore environment, but I when I’m done with the paper I put it in the paper recycling bin.

Tomorrow morning I am getting up early, and will start the day by going on a fat paced walk/slow paced jog before consuming my breakfast and going shopping. I’m not looking forward to it, but I have to do it. And I’ll be posting my first “weekly sticky note” tomorrow too. It will probably be my shopping list. I have got boring stuff to buy.

Good night.

Ps: I’ll be falling alseep to the wonderfulness called placebo:

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My hair smells of ocean

I went swimming today, came back two hours ago and I feel so good. I know it seems odd, but the fact that my hair still smells and feels salty makes me happy. I did wash my hair when I came back, but not all the salt is out and even though I know it’s not that great for the hair I just can’t make myself wash it again(that isn’t that good for the hair either. Lose-lose situation…). When I get up tomorrow I’m sure my hair will be somewhat stiff, but I don’t care.

It was really nice and warm in the water. I swam for thirty minutes. I felt like I was in complete control of my body and it was awesome. I would swim underwater, drift, splash and just soak. I really had full control over my body, which is such a fantastic feeling.

And then I found a shoe, someone must have dropped into the sea and not managed to retrieve it. It was a big shoe, probably a man’s. It was what I’d like to call a “wannabe skatershoe”, becuse I think it looks like a skatershoe, but wouldn’t behave if you actually tried to skate with it.

Summer = love

Yesterday I went swimming with my mother and the water was so warm that I didn’t need to get used to it. I could just dive in. That was fantastic. It was my first real swim this year, outside that is. When I first get in I don’t want to get out, I’m just so fond of the water.

It is so warm outside that I can’t be there. I just have to be inside, and I can just forget to exercise. The air is so hot and just moving around feels heavy. I can walk down to the mailbox and feel totally exhausted. I can’t wait until later when the sun has moved across the sky and it starts getting chilly out, then I can take a walk or something, but no more.

I love it.

Ah, the sweetness of dusk.

Today was one of those fabulous days where everything is just great. Mainly because of the weather and me being alone. Being alone is so freeing for me, I feel great when I’m alone. In only a few minutes the sun will set and dusk will come. I love the in between feeling. When I was little I would run around the house turning of all the lights and stand in the window watching as the sun set and when it disappeared and the beautiful colors faded I would light one or two candles and just stare out into the creeping darkness. I would stand there until it was completely dark. Sometimes I would go outside. I love how you can feel one part of the world falling asleep and another wake up. The birds quiet, as does the people. Then an owl will wake and you’ll hear the rustling of the hedgehog, but besides those types of sounds it will be utterly quiet. I feel so good then, everything is fine, no problem in the world can get to me, not just then.

Tomorrow I’ll get up real early and go for a morning swim, before anyone else, I’ll have the entire beach to myself. Then I’ll go back home and vacuum the house and  tidy my  room and take out the trash.

I think I’ll go for a walk now, good night people.

The Dark Knight

Guess what movie I saw today. That’s right, the new Batman. The Dark Knight. Now, I suck at writing about movies, because I never know what to say after just one view, but I can say this: I like it, and therefore I will buy it when that time comes. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but “superheroes” attract me, and Batman isn’t an exception. The Dark Knight was dark, suspenseful and somewhat over the top, but that is how I like my superhero movies.

It never got boring, I didn’t have time to look much away from the screen either(I usually study my fellow movie goers, hoping to spot one or to loners like me, and today I found plenty). It was almost too much of everything, almost. I love how Batman/B. Wayne isn’t this fantastic morally perfect guy, and that he really isn’t a hero at all, just “whatever” Gotham needs him to be, I like the idea of a truly good person becoming something evil and I like the chaos.

I’m home <3

I’m back, I came home yesterday. We drove from our cabin to my grandfather(who is in a home, temporarily, so that we could go on vacation without worrying about his health) who looked absolutely awful, I felt bad when I saw him. He was so thin, and he wouldn’t stop coughing and I just wanted to cry. Then his girlfriend came around and I love her, she’s so nice. And we talked to her for a bit. Then we went home, well first we went to a pizza place to buy a pizza for dinner. I mean, who wants to cook after a four hour drive? (if we count in our visit it was about six hours from we started until we arrived home).

While we were waiting for our pizza my mother and I walked around outside, the weather was perfect and we sat down and dangled our feet in the water looking at all the boats. We found a cherry tree too, and we ate lots and lots of cherries and my teeth, lips and hands were all red from the juice. I loved it. I wish I had pictures, it was just great.

The wedding was fine, boring, but fine. I left before everyone got drunk though, I left around twelve, with my eight year old cousin. Ha-ha! You would have left too, the music was awful. I wouldn’t survive four more hours with that. (though it was only three according to those who stayed). Plus I didn’t really know anyone. They are all so super nice and cool, and they freak me out. I swear the level of coolness in that side of the family is sky high(then again, they are like 30 cousins! 30 I tell you! Oh and this isn’t my side of the family, but the bride’s other side). I was intimidated. Plus, I didn’t really want to get drunk, and I think most people got drunk and being sober around drunk people isn’t that much fun. I had one glass of wine and it went straight to my head! Not my night at all. So I went home.

The Facebook curse

I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I’m from Norway, and here Facebook is the site for most of the kids my age. I don’t have an account there, and I never will have. I’ve got accounts on many sites, but not there. Why? Because it feels like surveillance and I’m not interested in people learning about my non-existent social life. You see, people are so obsessed with Facebook that they keep updating their own profiles non-stop and they read the profiles of others with hunger. I don’t know how many times rumors start at facebook, “I read it on her facebook!” someone says, or “did you see that dunken picture on his facebook?” etc. It’s claustrophobic, well I feel that it is, and I don’t even have a facebook!

People are spying at each other, and they like it. Do you want someone to know something about you immediately? Put it up on facebook, then all the people who know you will know the next time they log on, and a whole lot of other people will know too. Can’t they see the consequences of what they put up on that site? I mean they use their real names for the most part, and then anyone can come and check in on them, their future bosses or lovers or schools, their parents and grandparents. Anyone. How flattering is it when a picture of you drunk and completely out of your mind is seen by your teacher?

I just don’t get it, why do they want to broadcast these things? I mean, I get why you want to share stuff with your friends, but it is online and it won’t go away, ever. Think about it, if you should become a public peson in the future, some journalist might find it and your drunken sixteen year old self might be plastered all over the papers the next day. You’ve published your scandal yourself.

Still what I like the least is that how many friends you have on facebook matters, how much stuff there is on your profile and so on. What about the real stuff? What about the friends you sit with at lunch, isn’t something off when the only thing you talk to them about is what you read on facebook? You don’t even know whether it is true or not. It really annoys me. I have a myspace, and I’ve had it for four years now, I like it, but I’m not spending time talking and thinking about it when I’m not online. My blogs I do spend a lot of time thinking about, but I use my blog as an emotional outlet, and not just this tool for letting everyone know what I’m doing. I’m not even using my real name. plus nobody I go to school with reads it.

When will facebook die?

I love looking at the stats!

Blog stats are the funniest things ever. I love it. I don’t really have many readers(I’ve had people drop by several times though, and that is cool), but I do get traffic. I love looking at the search terms that leads people into my blog, it is really funny. Sometimes it is obvious why they ended up here, but other times I don’t get it at all and those are the fun ones.

I love reading posts where people talk about their blogs, and it’s stats. What is your most read post, what is your most commented post, what is the most popular search terms. I just love it. I’m going to do that later, when I’ve got enough posts for this to be funny, right now I have so few that there is no point.