January 6th, I sat down to write a blog post, but I ran out of battery, and I couldn’t find the post after I’d plugged in the charger. Today I found it. So I’ll post it today instead. Almost 2 months later xD
Hey guys! I’ve been gone for a while, but I have the excuse everyone at this time of year has: Christmas and New Years 🙂
But first; The last time I updated you guys on anything, all I mentioned was my new tattoo. I failed to mention the fact that I was going to go home for the holidays December 17nth! Luckily, I didn’t, because that would have ended up a blatant lie. Due to the lack of NIGHT TRAINS in England’s more “rural” areas, O C, Charlotte and I had to leave for Manchester Airport on Thursday the 16nth. The PLAN was that I was going to bring my luggage up to O C’s place at 6PM, and the same would Charlotte, so that we could eat some pizza and have a good time together before we got in a taxi at about ten to 9PM and take the direct train to Manchester Airport. But when I arrived, ON TIME for once, O C popped her head out of the door and said “Hey, just go to the kitchen, I still have coursework”.
My first thought was “WHAT??”. I mean, come on? We’d known for so long that we were going to leave that day, so I find just the thought of this to be ridiculous. But, I should not judge, as I myself has procrastinated way too much, and have just barely been able to hand in my essays on time. Eventually she decides that she will finish her coursework at the airport, seeing as we would be spending quite a lot of time there, waiting for our flight at 6:04AM. O C and I had missed the 9 o’clock train, but luckily, there was a 10 o’clock connection-train. Not so luckily: it was very delayed. Which resulted in the two of us running for our lives across the platform and just missed our connection by a short staircase. Fuck. But, we felt our luck turn as we found another train, which would be the last train, and realized we had some time on our hands before it would arrive at Preston. It was really cold outside, so we found a little waiting room, and sat down. We took our time, and got up with a good 10 minutes to go before the train would arrive. Wrong. The timetable stated the wrong time, and again, we found ourselves abandoned by our connection at the bottom of the exact same staircase. Stop! Taxi-time! With little money and lot’s of luggage, things were getting pretty annoying, and the trip in the taxi was in no way fun. Bloody £90, for Christ’s sake!
Airport View
In the end, we arrived at the airport, and waited for our check-in to open. I kid you not, our luck was worse than Darth Vader pick-up lines! Because now, our flight was delayed and cancelled. Hooray! We had to get in line for customer service, which was a painful, life-killing thing at about three hours in length. From our point at least. But, I am now officially getting tired of writing about the trip, so I’ll try and make the rest short:
Queues, lines, waiting, sleeping, cancellations, delays, queuing, waiting, delays, lines, cancellations, sleeping and so 3-4 days passed. Oh yes. At around half 4, Sunday 19nth, I was finally back in Norway. Oh, what glorious feeling ❤ And because of all the trouble I had with getting home, my mum has been extremely nice to me all this time. She hasn’t even asked me to do any chores or anything! Awesome. And she got me this:
ZOMG - RED HAIR!
Introducing: Mrs. Weasley ❤ Haha ^^ I could always wish 😛
I’ve been wearing my Gryffindor scarf so much more lately.
And she’s been really awesome about Christmas presents!
I’ve got new p-jays, a new dress, money to buy myself a ticket for the L8 convention(!!!), and a whole lot of fun stuff.
I love my mum, I really do. I haven’t said it much, but I actually love her. Over these holidays, I’ve been talking a whole lot with big sis, and we’ve discussed our childhoods. That’s one of the things that brings her and I together, because we had very similar lives and lifestyles when we were younger, and I think the conversations opened our eyes quite a bit. I appreciate my mother so much more after these conversations, and when I got home, the first thing I did was to thank mum and tell her I love her. The way she’s really pulled through for me even though I was too young to understand. And my situation has never been easy, specially after we moved to the village we live in now, but mum has done so much for me to make sure I don’t feel completely left out. She’s really amazing. And so is Ariana’s mum. I love them both 🙂 And I think big sis also have a new-found appreciation for her mother now.
I’m not going to be any more sentimental, and move on now.
New Years Eve was okay, not what I had expected. I actually had a date, but she got sick, which is okay, because I was really nervous about the whole thing. I’m not sure I want to go on a date with her. But I figured I could give it a try ^_^
Anyway, I had a few friends over for dinner, and mum served turkey<3 YUM! 😀 Haha ^^ But I didn’t drink any alcohol, which gave me the opportunity to use the car afterwards, which was very fun 🙂 I’m not too fond of fireworks, and since the really big and pretty ones have been banned in Norway, I decided to have myself a little Tim Burton-marathon in stead of going outside over midnight, and believe me… It was so much more fun! I seriously love Tim Burton! ❤ I sort of wish he had done the last Harry Potter film, but I’m quite satisfied with Yates work ^^
I love being home in Norway, because that means I can DOWNLOAD SO MUCH!!! Hooray! I’m going a bit crazy, and I’m pretty sure I’m not capable of downloading everything I want to before I have to go back, but even so… Happy! 😀
Now, I better end this post, and get something to eat before I put on a film, and head for bed.
– L A out<3
L A Function 