yikes! what was she thinking?

Dear Diary.
I had this horrible dream. At least, to me, it was horrible. You see, my fam's moving to the states for one year and I'll be staying in our big house with one tenant, a friend of mine from Disney. She's renting a room on the ground floor, quite big, you see.
Well, here's the dream. That room was slightly longer in the dream and my mom had split it in two unequal halves. My friend was supposed to stay in the bigger half and four old ladies in the other. Three of them were 75. In this dream, I thought it was a dream and went along with it. But later I realized this wasn't a dream and blew up on my mother. I was so angry, I think I'm still stressed. Funny thing was, our entire family was visiting and they all supported my mother. The reason I was so mad was because I knew she had gotten these old ladies to watch me. Thing is, I actually said, word by word. "I thought I was dreaming this, but it is true!" I got so mad I pushed a tree over and carried it around.
Then I woke up and realized that the whole thing was REALLY just a dream. Phew! Or else it wouldv'e turned out to be a real live nightmare.

one sticky day in august

Dear Diary.It has been a hot couple of weeks. I'm sitting here, feeling like a moist cucumber. I know, disgusting comparison, but that's really how I feel. Nice, innit?
There's a bug at the StudentWeb at UiO that I suffered, but hopefully they are fixing it now. At least they should be, considering I reported the damn thing.
In less than 2 hours I'll be sitting at work, bored and sweaty. What a nice thought. Almost makes me smile... The heat is making me delirious. Cheers!

you can fix it yourself

Dear Diary.
I feel so satisfied with my choice of study at UiO. I'll be starting on Italian Litterature next week and I can say that that's the single thing I've been looking the most forward to do since Disney. Except, of course, moving out of this country. But that'll come later. That is a promise I've made to myself.
I enjoyed a "welcome-lecture" today and it kinda tipped me over the border of pondering whether or not this is something I am interested in. To the "yes"-side, fortunately. I have never looked so much forward to studying in my entire life. Now I see it as necessary relief from a busy schedual of working and smiling, working and smiling.
Other than studies, my life is, as usual, a drag. But hoping for improvement.

everything is everything

Dear Diary.
Things are gonna change. And not for better.
But change is important. Even though I might not like it, it is still change, and change makes the world go round. I can't stand this place anymore. This country. Yet I'm staying here for a while. At least another year. I wish that people would stop being so angry, negative and pessimist. Yet I feel it coming on when I live here. Every slight detail annoys me. But I don't explode. I sit back and let it gnaw away at my mind. That's the way it always has been.
I feel I've lost a friend. For that, I've cried. But it was somebody's choice and for that I will not forgive. I will not forget. When my advice is only taken when it is convenient to that person, I understand that it does not matter to them. Then I realize I don't really matter to them, at least not compared to others unmentioned. It is devastating to me, but it is real.

i wish you'd never met him

I,
We used to sit and talk about this for hours on end. Now you suddenly don't care about what I have to say. I have only tried to help you and I've only been myself through it all. I'm sorry you can't accept that, so go fuck yourself.
F,
Geez, I'm so sorry I didn't stop right there and talk for half an hour, I was already late for work because of the fucking subway. Are we that good friends anyway? Plus, I never wrote anything on your website, so fuck you too.
Now I feel you guys deserve each other. You're so special anyway, both of you, right? Not shallow, stupid, childish and backtalking like me.
Appreciate life. Because it is truly a gift. That goes for both of you.

weaving and weaving

Dear Diary.
Today I downloaded and played a game called Loom. I remembered it from when I was little and fortunately found it. I love the mood of that game. The plot, the surroundings, everything, is so timeless and enchanting. Then again, I kinda have a thing for those old games, as an example, KQ6 is another favorite of mine. But Loom... is thrilling. I'm just sad there haven't been made sequels to it. Yes, this is what I do when I'm under the weather. Reliving those freaky old memories. But I'm tired. G'night.

baby i got your money, don't you worry

Dear Diary.
I hate being sick. It makes me think too much. And when I do that, I get upset. I cry. Well... at least almost. There's nothing to see on TV. I just realized that yesterday. At least there's CSI today. I love CSI. You see, for some reason I'm not in the mood to read books. I love and adore books. But I'm certainly not in the mood for them. I don't know why? Why?
I think I'm growing. I hope I'm growing. On the inside, of course. It certainly feels that way in the way that I get tired of everything. Everything that used to amuse me. I'm not looking forward to anything, which is sad, as I feel a person always has to have something to look forward to, in order to stay sane.
In other words I feel loca and depressed. And I'm not earning any money either, being sick. Enough with the complaining. I'm actually a fortunate person, am I not?