Posts Tagged ‘Wednesday’

The other day I updated my Facebook status to this:

“IF ANYBODY KNOWS SOMEONE RICH WHO WOULD LIKE TO GET MARRIED FAST, LET ME KNOW!
I just calculated how much money I will owe after my Bachelor degree…”

And yes, ha-ha, very funny, I know…
But it did get me thinking! What if someone rich actually DID approach me?
I keep imagining the following conversation to unfold:
“Yes, hello, I’m rather rich, and I would consider marrying you…”
“Great then, as long as you agree to pay for my tuition – up to a full PhD, it’s done! :D”
“Well, I’d agree to that, but what could you offer me?”
…Obviously, I can’t expect a random rich person to marry me and pay up without getting anything in return. But what would I offer? Sexual services are not an option, simply because I’m neither experienced not attractive enough for a future husband/wife to benefit of our marriage solely based on that, especially since I’m not open to the all-too-weird stuff.
“Well, you’ve obviously got the talent and the money, and I’ve got the ehm… The education. Yes?”
…Nope, wouldn’t work.
“Extensive knowledge of serial killers and various methods of torture?”
…But now that we think about it, that’s not really qualities you look for in a future wife now, is it?
“I’m like, REALLY good at texting! Yeah?”
…Wouldn’t cut it.
“I can make you some origami decorations?”
…Aaaah, tempting! But alas, NO. -___-
“I wouldn’t be in your way?”
…Neither would a mail order bride!  Besides, I’d say getting my education funded would be ‘being in the way’, economically speaking.
“I’d tweet nice things about you and let everyone I know on Facebook know how much I love you?”
…Really? I couldn’t just… _Pay_ someone to do that?
“I’d give you more children than you can count, and guarantee you an… heir?”
…Is this really the qualities it comes down to? An heir? When is this, the 17th century??

Though I DO realise I basically just said that I WOULD whore myself out for a financially secured education, but that I lack the qualities of a common prostitute 😛 Either way, my point is that I don’t have much to bring into a relationship but myself, and though that in many ways may be a lot, that is still not all there is to a relationship.

But further more, I not only need this hypothetical persons money for my education! I also need it for a flat with a proper boiler and FUCKING HOT WATER! I mean, are you kidding me? My showering routine now consists of boiling a full kettle of water three times, pouring the boiling water into a bucket, before adding enough cold water to fill the bucket, then place it in the bathtub together with a smaller bowl and my shampoo, conditioner and body wash. When this is done, I have to lower myself into the (COLD) bathtub, and use the smaller bowl to pour the luke warm water over my head/body. Yeah, wow! Very medieval.
Why? Because not only did someone in the building turn off and on the water in the building without telling us, so that air would gather in our pipes and create an immense pressure resulting in no hot water coming out of the boiler, and a massive leak in our cupboard, which lead to water getting into our washing machine and short circuiting the whole flat for a few days, but when they fixed the leak, our hot water would not return! GAH! We’ve had people running in and out of our flat for days on end now, to get everything fixed, but it’s yet to be resolved completely. We’ve got electricity and a washing machine again though, so we’re happy about that 🙂

 

And it’s not all doom and gloom, Friday is coming up, and do we know what’ll happen then? 😀
INA WILL BE HERE! She’s visiting from Friday to Wednesday, and I’m really looking forward to it 😀
It’ll be so much fun =^___^=

Alright, so saying I would be seeing you within a week was a total lie.
But at least I’m here within the next week(since the last post).

This’ll just be a quick update, I’ve got things to do you know.

First things first:
School is still great! Everything is phenomenal!
Even though I miss many of the things I left back home in Norway(bigsiss! 😦 And my little sister. :/).
But they’ll be coming over to visit me some day! *happy*
And mum has just sent me a package with loads of my stuff, which I’m anxiously waiting for 😛
And my tutors are amazing! And very understanding(I will come back to this)…

During my stay here, it has come to my attention that I do not really like to go out to drink; I much rather prefer to stay home and have parties in a more “safe” and well known environment.
The night from Tuesday to Wednesday gave me yet another reason to feel this way.

Tuesday evening I had planned to do my readings for my seminars, but was procrastinating.
When I finally got around to it, I decided that I would do the readings for my 9 o’clock first, and then do the readings for my 11 o’clock in the break between the seminars. So I sat down and started reading my criminology stuff, and found it so interesting! I got really engaged in what I did and my replies to the questions asked, that I didn’t realize it was beginning to get rather late. It wasn’t until I finished, the time dawned upon me… HALF ELEVEN! Shit! So I pack away my books, clean my desk and get ready for bed. As I am setting my alarm for the morning I cast a quick glance at my timetable and fuck me over… I have sociology first, not criminology! Hooray! So to fix this up, I set my alarm for 7 AM, just to be able to get through my stuff roughly, and go to bed.
At 3 AM I’m woken by a “Hilde, Hilde, Hilde, no no no, Hilde, you’re losing all your stuff” and a loud thump. I figure my Norwegian friend has had a drink or two too much, as us Norwegians tend to do. But as I am drifting away to dreamland again, I hear crying. “Wtf?” So I get out of bed and walk into the hallway to see what is going on. SHIT!

Credit to Sblommaert

Credit to Sblommaert

Hilde is lying in her bed, crying her heart out, puke all over, and shouting for her mum. The others don’t quite understand what was going on, as she had just been tipsy when they were on the bus, but when they arrived here, she had suddenly *BANG* went completely limp, and apparently superdrunk. It doesn’t take long before we realize what has happened; Hilde has been spiked. It takes us a couple of hours of me calling her mum, explaining, letting them talk to each other, calling a taxi, the others getting hold of everyone they can, and we ship her off to the hospital. There they confirm our suspicion, and Hilde gets taken care of. At this point, I am still in the flat, cleaning up a bit in her room and trying to get some sleep for my early morning. No can do. And just as they arrive, my 7 o’clock alarm goes off. Up we go, into the shower, check on the others and off to the seminar. Then I realize… the reading. In my sleep deprived mind I explain what has happened, and my tutor, Stan, just looks at me and says: “You should go take a nap. You shouldn’t even be here! No problem, I understand why you haven’t read it.” Thank God for that!

Oh, I don’t remember if I mentioned or not, but the first week here I had to get a new phone in order to get a functional phone with a british number. And do you have any idea how crazy I am? I bought a fucking BlackBerry! And not ANY fucking BlackBerry, THE fucking BlackBerry!

BlackBerry Torch

BlackBerry Torch

Oh yeah! ♥

It is fucking awesome!

Oh, and I have read some books! Well, one book. I’m only halfway into the other.
“In The Miso Soup” by Murakami Ryu (The other way around for us Europeans, and you Americans).
And I’ve got to hand it to him, it is brilliantly done. Even though it is a thriller, I must say: the mix between mundane everyday life, work, relationships, and sex, blood, gore and murder makes it both boring and horrifying. In the “this-could-actually-have-happened-to-me!” sort of way. You get the feeling of being right there, and you are so dragged in, it at points feel like this is your own actual life. Brilliant, just fucking brilliant. Read it!

"In the Miso Soup" by Muramaki Ryu

"In the Miso Soup" by Muramaki Ryu

On a short note, I have also begun to pick up on my Supernatural fangasms again, and have begun where I left off in the beginning/middle of season 5. This still surprised me, though:

"Wtf?"

"Wtf?"

Oh well 😛

I guess I’ll be seeing you around, then 😉
– L A♥

And guess who just got hold of a ticket to the Tokio Hotel concert in Norway, under a week from now?
WHY HELLO THERE! IT’S ME! Haha!

Oh gosh, I am SO psycked!
Tuesday night: La Roux at Rockefeller.
Wednesday: Tokio Hotel at Valhall.

This is going to be the week of my life!

And yes, I am practiacally in love with my friend for letting me buy her spare ticket ❤

Tokio Hotel

Tokio Hotel