Things I Love Thursday. Now, I have to clear something up: I totally stole this concept. Specifically, I stole it from Gala. And she does it much better than me, because she has a better blog, better computer skills and more time on her hands. But so what? I'm still going to give it a go.
1) Arrested Development.
I have watched almost all of the first series this week, and it is one of the funniest things I have seen on television.
2) Listening to Mark Kermode reviewing films on my iPod. The reviews are often more entertaining than the films themselves, and having him describe Elizabeth: The Golden Age as 'history as retold in a Duran Duran video' is just priceless.
3) Cream caramel sauce on fruit.
This is becoming an exam-month tradition - it's the one thing I can always make, no matter how few ingredients I have in the house. Cream, white and brown sugar, syrup, fruit. Eat too much and you get the stomach ache of the century, thus an excuse for going to bed instead of studying.
4) Faux fishnet stockings.
I buy mine from Lindex (even though they are terrible quality and get holes almost instantly), and they sex up any outfit in no time.
5) My tall, high-heeled, round-toed black leather boots. So versatile. So comfy. So sexy.
6) The autumn/winter lingerie collections.
Always so classy, with such rich, gorgeous colours and such beautiful detailing, because this stuff is not intended to be worn underneath skimpy white camisoles. Yummy.
7) Pale, rosy skin, berry-stained lips and sleek, super-shiny hair. The ultimate winter look for dark-eyed brunettes like me. I'm enjoying it before hat season starts.
8) Flight of the Conchords - a couple of Kiwi comedians that have made a musical TV-series that can best be described, according to Arne, as "'Singin' in the Rain' meets 'The Office'". Here's a clip:
9) Home-made soup and mashed potatoes. Two wonderful comfort foods that don't score too low on the health-o-meter either.
10) The sunrises at this time of year.
They are so beautiful, and I get to be awake for them. I love watching the sunrise on my way to school, but it's even better peeking at it from underneath the duvet, thinking 'oh, it's still dark out, I don't have to get up for hours yet'. Love that.
Which reminds me, I have to get ready for my date with my duvet. We've been going together for almost a year now, I think it's getting serious.
1) Arrested Development.
I have watched almost all of the first series this week, and it is one of the funniest things I have seen on television.
2) Listening to Mark Kermode reviewing films on my iPod. The reviews are often more entertaining than the films themselves, and having him describe Elizabeth: The Golden Age as 'history as retold in a Duran Duran video' is just priceless.
3) Cream caramel sauce on fruit.
This is becoming an exam-month tradition - it's the one thing I can always make, no matter how few ingredients I have in the house. Cream, white and brown sugar, syrup, fruit. Eat too much and you get the stomach ache of the century, thus an excuse for going to bed instead of studying.
4) Faux fishnet stockings.
I buy mine from Lindex (even though they are terrible quality and get holes almost instantly), and they sex up any outfit in no time.
5) My tall, high-heeled, round-toed black leather boots. So versatile. So comfy. So sexy.
6) The autumn/winter lingerie collections.
Always so classy, with such rich, gorgeous colours and such beautiful detailing, because this stuff is not intended to be worn underneath skimpy white camisoles. Yummy.
7) Pale, rosy skin, berry-stained lips and sleek, super-shiny hair. The ultimate winter look for dark-eyed brunettes like me. I'm enjoying it before hat season starts.
8) Flight of the Conchords - a couple of Kiwi comedians that have made a musical TV-series that can best be described, according to Arne, as "'Singin' in the Rain' meets 'The Office'". Here's a clip:
9) Home-made soup and mashed potatoes. Two wonderful comfort foods that don't score too low on the health-o-meter either.
10) The sunrises at this time of year.
They are so beautiful, and I get to be awake for them. I love watching the sunrise on my way to school, but it's even better peeking at it from underneath the duvet, thinking 'oh, it's still dark out, I don't have to get up for hours yet'. Love that.
Which reminds me, I have to get ready for my date with my duvet. We've been going together for almost a year now, I think it's getting serious.
- Noise:Flight of the Conchords
I am stupid. I just am. It’s like a law of physics or something, I just have to face the fact and get on with it. God, how disappointing.
You know what I was supposed to do with my morning? I was supposed to get up really early, have breakfast at Eva's, then spend the rest of the morning studying my arse off. And what do you think I did instead? I got up really early and had breakfast at Eva's, period. I spent almost four and a half hours having breakfast. And, of course, talking and laughing, swapping other people’s secrets behind their backs and all in all having a lovely time, but that is beside the point. I essentially spent half the day eating, and now I feel stupid. And full.
This, though, is not what I intended Munchies Monday to be all about. I was thinking more along the lines of recipes, cooking hints and whichever food-related funny stories I come to think of along the way. I mean, my flat is quite small, so I basically live in my kitchen (slash living room, slash dining area, slash study…), and something good has to come out of that, right? Because I may not be the greatest cook in the world, but eating? Eating, I know. ’Hello, my name is Elisabeth and I am a foodie.’ ’Oh, uhm *crunch crunch*, hi Elisabeth!’
I was doing this interview thing on Facebook a while back, and one of the questions I had to answer was ’What are your favourite foods?’ The answer to this, like that to questions about one’s favourite book, song, film, writer, colour etc., changes constantly. My answer at the time was ’Fruit, fish and Cheez Doodles’, and it is true, these are some of the good things in life. Along with wholegrain pasta, potatoes, all kinds of herbs and spices, beef, ’rømmegrøt’, freshly baked bread with butter, all kinds of soups, risotto, cheeses, dried strawberries, walnuts, veggies baked in the oven with olive oil and fresh herbs, everything with the word 'caramel' in the title… The list goes on. These days I have a particular weakness for all things healthy-tasting, because of my perpetual fear of getting sick again before exams. That means lots of fish and vegetables, water, white tea and home-made soup. A few weeks ago I craved ’man food’; fried eggs, baked beans, meat, melted cheese and, of course, beer.
What’s my point in telling you this? I have no idea. I suppose just to inform you of my undiscriminating love of all food (except liquorice, but seriously, who in their right mind would eat that stuff?). Food is such an important part of being alive, and my philosophy is, why not make the most of it and have some foody fun?
You know what I was supposed to do with my morning? I was supposed to get up really early, have breakfast at Eva's, then spend the rest of the morning studying my arse off. And what do you think I did instead? I got up really early and had breakfast at Eva's, period. I spent almost four and a half hours having breakfast. And, of course, talking and laughing, swapping other people’s secrets behind their backs and all in all having a lovely time, but that is beside the point. I essentially spent half the day eating, and now I feel stupid. And full.
This, though, is not what I intended Munchies Monday to be all about. I was thinking more along the lines of recipes, cooking hints and whichever food-related funny stories I come to think of along the way. I mean, my flat is quite small, so I basically live in my kitchen (slash living room, slash dining area, slash study…), and something good has to come out of that, right? Because I may not be the greatest cook in the world, but eating? Eating, I know. ’Hello, my name is Elisabeth and I am a foodie.’ ’Oh, uhm *crunch crunch*, hi Elisabeth!’
I was doing this interview thing on Facebook a while back, and one of the questions I had to answer was ’What are your favourite foods?’ The answer to this, like that to questions about one’s favourite book, song, film, writer, colour etc., changes constantly. My answer at the time was ’Fruit, fish and Cheez Doodles’, and it is true, these are some of the good things in life. Along with wholegrain pasta, potatoes, all kinds of herbs and spices, beef, ’rømmegrøt’, freshly baked bread with butter, all kinds of soups, risotto, cheeses, dried strawberries, walnuts, veggies baked in the oven with olive oil and fresh herbs, everything with the word 'caramel' in the title… The list goes on. These days I have a particular weakness for all things healthy-tasting, because of my perpetual fear of getting sick again before exams. That means lots of fish and vegetables, water, white tea and home-made soup. A few weeks ago I craved ’man food’; fried eggs, baked beans, meat, melted cheese and, of course, beer.
What’s my point in telling you this? I have no idea. I suppose just to inform you of my undiscriminating love of all food (except liquorice, but seriously, who in their right mind would eat that stuff?). Food is such an important part of being alive, and my philosophy is, why not make the most of it and have some foody fun?
- Place:Kitchen, slash...
- Mood:
full
The Westerners have just left, so Hallvard, Arne and I have the flat to ourselves once more. It's Sunday afternoon, rainy, Hallvard's watching a soccer match between two obscure Norwegian teams, Arne's dowloading music and I'm in trackie bottoms, post-hungover and drinking coffee. Not all bad.
Fantastic party at Ingvild's yesterday; loads of nice people, too much red wine and cauliflower snacks. I made my soon-to-be-famous apple crumble, and promised to post the oh-so-wonderfully-simple recipe today:
Take an ovenproof dish, big or small, depending on number of guests/level of hunger. Fill it with peeled, de-pipped fruit (the huge bags of cheapo First Price apples are ideal).
Sprinkle a few tablespoons of suger on top, just to cover. The crumbly stuff is sweet, so no need to sweeten it up to fairy floss level. Also, apples need cinnamon. Sprinkle on top, then mix it in.
Then for the crumbly stuff. It basically consists of butter (that has been sitting in room temperature for a little while), sugar, salt and flour. The amounts depend on the size of the dish, but the rule is to mix butter with twice its weight in flour. For a medium-sized dish, about 115 g of butter is perfect. Add less than 100 g of sugar, a good pinch of salt and 250 g of flour. 'Flour' means any kind of flour - whatever kind is within reach. There is the old baking rule that there should always be at least 50% plain white flour, but this doesn't apply here, because the point of the crumble isn't that it has to stick together. Still, I think at least a few tablespoons of white flour is a safe bet. Then, as I said, whatever's in the house. 'Sammalt' is the healthiest and works extremely well (slightly crunchier) or you can pop in some oats; anything, really. Just so long as the mixture ends up looking somewhat like breadcrumbs. Ooh, and cinnamon, always cinnamon. A couple of teaspoons (I'm very big on improvising, so exact measurements are difficult to supply).
Now for the really tricky bit: Dump mixture on top of apples and even it out so that it covers the fruit. DO NOT mix, but there's no harm in shaking the dish a bit. Bake in the bottom of a 200*C oven for about 30 minutes. Overbaking doesn't hurt, but take care not to burn the top. The best way to tell if it's perfect - if you have a glass dish, mind - is to check once in a while if the apples are 'bubbling' - if there's boiling liquid in the bottom of the dish. When there is, leave it for another 5-10 minutes (5 for small dish, 10 for large dish etc). Apples should by then be soft, but not mushy, and still a little bit tangy.
Leave to 'set' for a few minutes (it's too hot to eat right away, anyway). Serve with ice cream, custard, vanilla kesam or fresh fruit.
Ooh, and the best thing: it keeps in the fridge for well over a week, so you can just heat it any afternoon in a 100 degree oven and enjoy for days and days.
By the way, any fruit that can be boiled can be crumbled (perfect for a sorry little allergic person like me). Pears, peaches, berries, I'm sure bananas would be interesting but I haven't tried. Not all of them work with cinnamon, though. Pears are perfect with cardamom, or ginger, but be careful of the amounts. Bananas and ginger are generally best buds (especially if you use brown sugar for the crumble). Peaches are peaches, I don't know - vanilla pod? Whatever. Get a-crumblin!
I have THE WORST bite bruise on my right arm. So painful. Thanks,![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
aj_stalin! Love you too.
Fantastic party at Ingvild's yesterday; loads of nice people, too much red wine and cauliflower snacks. I made my soon-to-be-famous apple crumble, and promised to post the oh-so-wonderfully-simple recipe today:
Take an ovenproof dish, big or small, depending on number of guests/level of hunger. Fill it with peeled, de-pipped fruit (the huge bags of cheapo First Price apples are ideal).
Sprinkle a few tablespoons of suger on top, just to cover. The crumbly stuff is sweet, so no need to sweeten it up to fairy floss level. Also, apples need cinnamon. Sprinkle on top, then mix it in.
Then for the crumbly stuff. It basically consists of butter (that has been sitting in room temperature for a little while), sugar, salt and flour. The amounts depend on the size of the dish, but the rule is to mix butter with twice its weight in flour. For a medium-sized dish, about 115 g of butter is perfect. Add less than 100 g of sugar, a good pinch of salt and 250 g of flour. 'Flour' means any kind of flour - whatever kind is within reach. There is the old baking rule that there should always be at least 50% plain white flour, but this doesn't apply here, because the point of the crumble isn't that it has to stick together. Still, I think at least a few tablespoons of white flour is a safe bet. Then, as I said, whatever's in the house. 'Sammalt' is the healthiest and works extremely well (slightly crunchier) or you can pop in some oats; anything, really. Just so long as the mixture ends up looking somewhat like breadcrumbs. Ooh, and cinnamon, always cinnamon. A couple of teaspoons (I'm very big on improvising, so exact measurements are difficult to supply).
Now for the really tricky bit: Dump mixture on top of apples and even it out so that it covers the fruit. DO NOT mix, but there's no harm in shaking the dish a bit. Bake in the bottom of a 200*C oven for about 30 minutes. Overbaking doesn't hurt, but take care not to burn the top. The best way to tell if it's perfect - if you have a glass dish, mind - is to check once in a while if the apples are 'bubbling' - if there's boiling liquid in the bottom of the dish. When there is, leave it for another 5-10 minutes (5 for small dish, 10 for large dish etc). Apples should by then be soft, but not mushy, and still a little bit tangy.
Leave to 'set' for a few minutes (it's too hot to eat right away, anyway). Serve with ice cream, custard, vanilla kesam or fresh fruit.
Ooh, and the best thing: it keeps in the fridge for well over a week, so you can just heat it any afternoon in a 100 degree oven and enjoy for days and days.
By the way, any fruit that can be boiled can be crumbled (perfect for a sorry little allergic person like me). Pears, peaches, berries, I'm sure bananas would be interesting but I haven't tried. Not all of them work with cinnamon, though. Pears are perfect with cardamom, or ginger, but be careful of the amounts. Bananas and ginger are generally best buds (especially if you use brown sugar for the crumble). Peaches are peaches, I don't know - vanilla pod? Whatever. Get a-crumblin!
I have THE WORST bite bruise on my right arm. So painful. Thanks,
aj_stalin! Love you too.A bottle of wine, some apple crumble and a long girly chat later, my level of chipper has upped and I'm back in 'How may I help you?' mode. The good way.
I've missed my LJ. It's hard to explain why, but just writing and venting all the goods and bads out of my head and into - uh - the Internet, seems to function rather well both in terms of improving on my current state of frustration and as a way of keeping people updated, so as to avoid the 'What? You don't go to uni?' chat for the umpteenth time.
So just to make myself clear after the rant orgy that was this afternoon: My life in general does not suck. It feels like I have to make an effort to have what I can consider to be a good life, but I really don't mind that after years and years of slacking off. I'm getting used to it, and it's pretty exhausting sometimes, but also somewhat rewarding. I've never felt this responsible in my entire life, and it was about bloody time.
My favourite things these days are:
- Learning better German. I'm not very good, but for the first time in what feels like years I'm actually making an effort to learn something. This 'not being top of the class' business is working, but both in that way, the good one, and in the other way, the 'I suck so much, and I don't get it, and everything's horrible, and I'm never going to amount to anything other than a receptionist'. Which more or less gives me the kick in the arse that I need to stop whining and start working.
- Apple crumble, just because I can't eat apples raw any more, and because it's SO easy, SO satisfying and turnd out yummy every single time. Apple pieces. Sugar. Cinnamon. Crumble. Bake. Hot - hot - HOT!!! - ow! Consume. With ice-cream. Run frantically up and down staircase a few times for fear of gaining weight. Give up. Eat more.
- My all-time favourite work colleague M. The definite highlight of my day.
- Christmas carols.
- A couple of new insights. Always useful.
- A relationship and living-together-ship that's working out. Really well. I feel pleasantly calm talking about it; it's the one thing I'm not at all worried whether or not will work out. It's just so, so good this time.
- Salmon. Mashed potatoes. Comfort foods, for the times when my body just screams at me that I SHOULD HAVE GONE INTO HIBERNATION A LONG TIME AGO and I NEED FOOD; TONS OF IT!!!!!
- Making my own decisions and sticking to them, slowly learning to handle being disliked.
List-making is always the simplest place to start. Then comes the more difficult bit: writing something at once coherent and of interest to anyone but myself.
*thinking time*
Nope, too late for that kind of deep thought. I was, however, very pleasantly surprised today. Feels grand. Thanks, you.
Nighttime now. Tidy, then bedbed. I haven't been this calm in weeks.
I've missed my LJ. It's hard to explain why, but just writing and venting all the goods and bads out of my head and into - uh - the Internet, seems to function rather well both in terms of improving on my current state of frustration and as a way of keeping people updated, so as to avoid the 'What? You don't go to uni?' chat for the umpteenth time.
So just to make myself clear after the rant orgy that was this afternoon: My life in general does not suck. It feels like I have to make an effort to have what I can consider to be a good life, but I really don't mind that after years and years of slacking off. I'm getting used to it, and it's pretty exhausting sometimes, but also somewhat rewarding. I've never felt this responsible in my entire life, and it was about bloody time.
My favourite things these days are:
- Learning better German. I'm not very good, but for the first time in what feels like years I'm actually making an effort to learn something. This 'not being top of the class' business is working, but both in that way, the good one, and in the other way, the 'I suck so much, and I don't get it, and everything's horrible, and I'm never going to amount to anything other than a receptionist'. Which more or less gives me the kick in the arse that I need to stop whining and start working.
- Apple crumble, just because I can't eat apples raw any more, and because it's SO easy, SO satisfying and turnd out yummy every single time. Apple pieces. Sugar. Cinnamon. Crumble. Bake. Hot - hot - HOT!!! - ow! Consume. With ice-cream. Run frantically up and down staircase a few times for fear of gaining weight. Give up. Eat more.
- My all-time favourite work colleague M. The definite highlight of my day.
- Christmas carols.
- A couple of new insights. Always useful.
- A relationship and living-together-ship that's working out. Really well. I feel pleasantly calm talking about it; it's the one thing I'm not at all worried whether or not will work out. It's just so, so good this time.
- Salmon. Mashed potatoes. Comfort foods, for the times when my body just screams at me that I SHOULD HAVE GONE INTO HIBERNATION A LONG TIME AGO and I NEED FOOD; TONS OF IT!!!!!
- Making my own decisions and sticking to them, slowly learning to handle being disliked.
List-making is always the simplest place to start. Then comes the more difficult bit: writing something at once coherent and of interest to anyone but myself.
*thinking time*
Nope, too late for that kind of deep thought. I was, however, very pleasantly surprised today. Feels grand. Thanks, you.
Nighttime now. Tidy, then bedbed. I haven't been this calm in weeks.
- Mood:
peaceful
Regina Spektor, Regina Spektor, Regina Spektor, Regina Spektor, Regina Spektor, Regina Spektor, Regina Spektor.
I read somewhere that if you read something seven times, it will stick. So now you'll remember the name of a beautiful, beautiful musician for the rest of your life.
It's Monday morning, even though it doesn't feel that way. I've never understood people's general hate of Mondays, I don't really mind them myself. They mean possibilities, hope and all the other little things that, in the end, are the things that keep us going. Or, in my case, alternating between running and sitting exhausted by the side of the road, waiting to be helped out.
But it's not just any old Monday, it's the workers' day. The day of solidarity and companionship, the day of standing up for your rights, the day of... sitting indoors. It's raining, and I'm picky about my weather. BUT I am going out tonight! To a concert, in fact, with A. I'm so looking forward to it, for all kinds of reasons. I miss the boy. Things are wierd, but good-wierd. No amount of rain, sleet, wind, broken heels, ill-timed periods, allergy, schoolwork or songs by Gaute Ormåsen can take away this jittery anticipation.
First, though, come enormous amounts of coffee and vigorous studying.
Fruit of the day: Pears. SO good right now, if you buy them and then leave them on the counter top for a day. YUM.
Song of the day: Good God... Do I have to pick one? Hmmm... Maybe The Magnetic Fields, 'I don't want to get over you'. Or maybe Regina Spektor, 'Us' or 'Samson' or 'Oedipus' or any number of other songs. 'Run Run Run' by The Pipas. 'Antonio's Song' by Radka Toneff. 'Dog' by El Perro Del Mar. Meh, forget it, just listen to your own stuff for now.
Beverage of the day: Coffee, since we've run out of good tea and now only have wimpy Lady Grey and this really odd-tasting impulse-bought cherry thing.
Semi-guilty pleasure of the day: Vanilla kesam on pears. Actually, any dairy product. Dairy is my friend. (I can hear my thighs screaming 'NOOOOOOOO!!!!! Dairy is MEAN TO US!!!!!!' - but I choose to ignore them. Who am I to listen to the masses?)
Quote of the day: Having been surrounded by no other cultural impulse than indie pop for days now, this has to be a song. A very long quote, then, by the Magnetic Fields:
I don't want to get over you. I guess I could take
a sleeping pill and sleep at will and not have to
go through what I go through. I guess I should take
Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind who would
try to get you off my mind. I could leave this agony behind
which is just what I'd do if I wanted to, but I don't
want to get over you cause I don't want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
and not have to dream of what I dream of; I could listen
to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,
or I could make a career of being blue--I could dress
in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink
vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I
don't want to get over you.
Most amusing thing done so far today: Charleston-ing with mum to Trang Fødsel in our robes, while waiting for the coffee to be ready.
Thing most likely to make me happy today: Finishing bits of work. Seeing A. Iron & Wine and Calexico. Beer. Veggies and dip, the new microwave popcorn. Rain easing up.
Thing most likely to make me snappy today: Not figuring out what to wear. A surprise monster zit (actually, that's not so likely). Breaking a nail (they're really nice now, ok?!). Sold-out tickets. Having to wear ugly, rain-resistant shoes. My hair (what else is new).
First thing I'll do once the shops are open again: Return a 35 cm pile of library books. Buy a beautiful umbrella that I can't afford. Window shop (an activity initially planned for today, but, like the revolution, postponed because of rain. YES, mum and I were going to go into town on Gro-dagen for the sole purpose of window shopping. You have a problem with that?)
Off to get a life now.
Remember to breathe!
I read somewhere that if you read something seven times, it will stick. So now you'll remember the name of a beautiful, beautiful musician for the rest of your life.
It's Monday morning, even though it doesn't feel that way. I've never understood people's general hate of Mondays, I don't really mind them myself. They mean possibilities, hope and all the other little things that, in the end, are the things that keep us going. Or, in my case, alternating between running and sitting exhausted by the side of the road, waiting to be helped out.
But it's not just any old Monday, it's the workers' day. The day of solidarity and companionship, the day of standing up for your rights, the day of... sitting indoors. It's raining, and I'm picky about my weather. BUT I am going out tonight! To a concert, in fact, with A. I'm so looking forward to it, for all kinds of reasons. I miss the boy. Things are wierd, but good-wierd. No amount of rain, sleet, wind, broken heels, ill-timed periods, allergy, schoolwork or songs by Gaute Ormåsen can take away this jittery anticipation.
First, though, come enormous amounts of coffee and vigorous studying.
Fruit of the day: Pears. SO good right now, if you buy them and then leave them on the counter top for a day. YUM.
Song of the day: Good God... Do I have to pick one? Hmmm... Maybe The Magnetic Fields, 'I don't want to get over you'. Or maybe Regina Spektor, 'Us' or 'Samson' or 'Oedipus' or any number of other songs. 'Run Run Run' by The Pipas. 'Antonio's Song' by Radka Toneff. 'Dog' by El Perro Del Mar. Meh, forget it, just listen to your own stuff for now.
Beverage of the day: Coffee, since we've run out of good tea and now only have wimpy Lady Grey and this really odd-tasting impulse-bought cherry thing.
Semi-guilty pleasure of the day: Vanilla kesam on pears. Actually, any dairy product. Dairy is my friend. (I can hear my thighs screaming 'NOOOOOOOO!!!!! Dairy is MEAN TO US!!!!!!' - but I choose to ignore them. Who am I to listen to the masses?)
Quote of the day: Having been surrounded by no other cultural impulse than indie pop for days now, this has to be a song. A very long quote, then, by the Magnetic Fields:
I don't want to get over you. I guess I could take
a sleeping pill and sleep at will and not have to
go through what I go through. I guess I should take
Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind who would
try to get you off my mind. I could leave this agony behind
which is just what I'd do if I wanted to, but I don't
want to get over you cause I don't want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
and not have to dream of what I dream of; I could listen
to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,
or I could make a career of being blue--I could dress
in black and read Camus, smoke clove cigarettes and drink
vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream but I
don't want to get over you.
Most amusing thing done so far today: Charleston-ing with mum to Trang Fødsel in our robes, while waiting for the coffee to be ready.
Thing most likely to make me happy today: Finishing bits of work. Seeing A. Iron & Wine and Calexico. Beer. Veggies and dip, the new microwave popcorn. Rain easing up.
Thing most likely to make me snappy today: Not figuring out what to wear. A surprise monster zit (actually, that's not so likely). Breaking a nail (they're really nice now, ok?!). Sold-out tickets. Having to wear ugly, rain-resistant shoes. My hair (what else is new).
First thing I'll do once the shops are open again: Return a 35 cm pile of library books. Buy a beautiful umbrella that I can't afford. Window shop (an activity initially planned for today, but, like the revolution, postponed because of rain. YES, mum and I were going to go into town on Gro-dagen for the sole purpose of window shopping. You have a problem with that?)
Off to get a life now.
Remember to breathe!
- Mood:
chipper - Noise:Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch
I'm so famished. Spontaneously polished off half a pack of pringles while waiting for pasta to boil. It's ok, today was never meant to be a healthy day, so much work to do and that means munchies.
It's really pretty outside now, though. Sunset. Purple and yellow and an almost cloudless sky. Felt semi-attractive today for the first time in ages, which is progress, so hooray for me (and tinted mousturizer). Met up with Morten, who was entertaining as ever, and updated me on the latest gossip about all the ex-Heimtun people out there. Other than that we mostly bitched about our sorry excuses for lives over hot chocolate.
Today has been one long moral hangover.
It's really pretty outside now, though. Sunset. Purple and yellow and an almost cloudless sky. Felt semi-attractive today for the first time in ages, which is progress, so hooray for me (and tinted mousturizer). Met up with Morten, who was entertaining as ever, and updated me on the latest gossip about all the ex-Heimtun people out there. Other than that we mostly bitched about our sorry excuses for lives over hot chocolate.
Today has been one long moral hangover.
- Mood:
predatory
So, today is a new day. I meant, of course, to get up early and be the good workin' girl I am at heart, but I think I must have slept for ten hours straight, which I'm very happy about after a week of semi-insomnia and buzzing alarms. For once I had dreams, all involving nudity, sex, embarrassment and cold, cold, cold. Ooh, and did I mention disposable vibrators (which by the way were blue and reminded somewhat of early 90s cell phones - with the little antenna thing, even)?
So apparently I'm postponing the entering of a new and improved me indefinitely, and I'm kind of stuck with this... It'll have to make do. Writing essays today, will hopefully have time to read Emma for literature class on Tuesday. I read it when I was fourteen, but having watched the movie (and also, Clueless) more times than I can remember, I think a little re-reading wouldn't go amiss.
So, so sleepy still... Making porridge, drinking diet coke which I almost never drink, but it's cold and it's not water and apparently it's supposed to wake me up, so I'm going for it. *running out into the kitchen to check on porridge* - Oh, make that burning porridge. Oh well. At some point today I am determined to eat something that is not crap. I am also determined to polish off the last two little bags of microwave popcorn, which, apparently, is my new craze. Ooh, and Stereolab. Love love love Stereolab right now.
Porridge rescued by milk, and I now have breakfast. With lots of sugar on top. I'm sorry, Lone, but I think I might be the one of us more prone to suffer a slow and obesity-related death. Also I still have a fascinatingly sore throat. Maybe I can get out of Maria Budskaps Dag singing tomorrow - the rehearsal on Thursday wasn't all bad, but I discovered I was more or less unable to hear my own voice, and it really wasn't very nice considering the throat factor. If I'm this sick I might have to stand there and mime. What a lovely was to spend thw first two civilised hours of a Sunday. Plus I think most of Europe will wake up bereft of one precious hours' sleep tomorrow anyway, because, you guessed it, no more daylight saving! Which is a good thing in principle, but altogether too badly timed this year for me to rejoyce.
Beautiful weather out today. Might go for a walk at some point, even though it is time-consuming. But then again, so is this. And if I don't leave the house today (not having any inclination to shower or even try to improve my appearance in any way, that is definitely the most probable alternative), I can look out of the window and pretend it's spring. Which it's not, it absolutely freezing, but also sunny and peaceful and pretty. I can compromise and have a cup of tea out on the balcony, though that most likely will have little of the same effect as the walk, and only make my throat worse. Ok, I'm rambling now.
Going to Darbu to see my teacher from last year, Grete, tomorrow. Can't really afford the train fare, but really long to see her. She's one out of perhaps five people in the world whom I completely trust to knock some sense into my head. Good sense. And I need it. Momentum slowly fading, as usual, and of course I'm too lazy to convert my frustration into motivation, which is probably the personality tendency I would most like to be without.
My mind has miraculously turned into a huge blank. This may be a sign, or it may not, but either way I have turned into bad company and I am leaving now. Must shower, I have found out. Can't avoid it after having slept in a dreadfully hot room all night and feeling like a boiled hamster. Have a wonderful day!
So apparently I'm postponing the entering of a new and improved me indefinitely, and I'm kind of stuck with this... It'll have to make do. Writing essays today, will hopefully have time to read Emma for literature class on Tuesday. I read it when I was fourteen, but having watched the movie (and also, Clueless) more times than I can remember, I think a little re-reading wouldn't go amiss.
So, so sleepy still... Making porridge, drinking diet coke which I almost never drink, but it's cold and it's not water and apparently it's supposed to wake me up, so I'm going for it. *running out into the kitchen to check on porridge* - Oh, make that burning porridge. Oh well. At some point today I am determined to eat something that is not crap. I am also determined to polish off the last two little bags of microwave popcorn, which, apparently, is my new craze. Ooh, and Stereolab. Love love love Stereolab right now.
Porridge rescued by milk, and I now have breakfast. With lots of sugar on top. I'm sorry, Lone, but I think I might be the one of us more prone to suffer a slow and obesity-related death. Also I still have a fascinatingly sore throat. Maybe I can get out of Maria Budskaps Dag singing tomorrow - the rehearsal on Thursday wasn't all bad, but I discovered I was more or less unable to hear my own voice, and it really wasn't very nice considering the throat factor. If I'm this sick I might have to stand there and mime. What a lovely was to spend thw first two civilised hours of a Sunday. Plus I think most of Europe will wake up bereft of one precious hours' sleep tomorrow anyway, because, you guessed it, no more daylight saving! Which is a good thing in principle, but altogether too badly timed this year for me to rejoyce.
Beautiful weather out today. Might go for a walk at some point, even though it is time-consuming. But then again, so is this. And if I don't leave the house today (not having any inclination to shower or even try to improve my appearance in any way, that is definitely the most probable alternative), I can look out of the window and pretend it's spring. Which it's not, it absolutely freezing, but also sunny and peaceful and pretty. I can compromise and have a cup of tea out on the balcony, though that most likely will have little of the same effect as the walk, and only make my throat worse. Ok, I'm rambling now.
Going to Darbu to see my teacher from last year, Grete, tomorrow. Can't really afford the train fare, but really long to see her. She's one out of perhaps five people in the world whom I completely trust to knock some sense into my head. Good sense. And I need it. Momentum slowly fading, as usual, and of course I'm too lazy to convert my frustration into motivation, which is probably the personality tendency I would most like to be without.
My mind has miraculously turned into a huge blank. This may be a sign, or it may not, but either way I have turned into bad company and I am leaving now. Must shower, I have found out. Can't avoid it after having slept in a dreadfully hot room all night and feeling like a boiled hamster. Have a wonderful day!
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