( May. 29th, 2009 05:52 pm)
This does not mean that I will stop posting at livejournal, but I'm checking this out and seeing how I can make it work for me.

If you're on dreamwidth look me up! martinemonster is my name.
( May. 29th, 2009 10:45 am)
So, I'm trying to figure out this dreamwidth stuff that everyone's talking about, and so far I think I've managed to get it to automatically crosspost my entries from here, but when I tried to import my journal, it keeps saying "invalid username". So, what's my username on lj?

Update: Strike that. I did not manage to get it to automatically crosspost. Help someone?
Since exam periods are times for general musings and big, mindblowing realizations, I figure it was time to hear from you guys.

Please tell me: Why do you blog?
I just told a 10 year old kid with big blue eyes that no, I was not interested in supporting her school trip by buying stuff from her. I feel like a bitch. Didn't even think of a good excuse to tell her. Just:

School girl, very young and sweet: Hi, would you want to buy lottery tickets to support our class trip?
Me, tired and grumpy from annoying schoolwork: No.

*awkward silence*

Me, too late: um, I don't have any money on me.
Girl, visibly relieved by the lie to stem the awkwardness: Ah, okay, bye!

Not a great day...
( May. 3rd, 2009 09:48 pm)
It seems like people are getting married all over the place this summer, and I've yet to get invited to anything barring a drunken invitation to the wedding of a guy I once fucked, but until I see that invitation in writing, I'm not counting on it. It makes me feel a bit cheated. So if you're getting married, won't you invite me? I promise not to get uncharmingly drunk and barf on the cake, and I will bring a present and wear a pretty dress.
( May. 3rd, 2009 12:17 pm)
When I got out of bed this morning, my hair looked wonderful. It was slightly curly, very big and looked as if I'd spent about an hour fixing it. So I decided to just leave it like that for the rest of the day and chose clothes to match my awesome hairdo.

By the time I reached work, my hair had fallen down, no more curls. Now it just looks like I'm a filthy hippie who don't believe in brushes...

( May. 1st, 2009 10:43 am)
Hope you have an awesome day. I would go and protest, but I have to work (ironically)
( Apr. 30th, 2009 08:03 am)
It's eight o'clock over here in Norway and I'm already up and studying. This would so not have happened during winter, but now that spring is here with sun and light mornings I feel like I've slept in if I sleep till 7.30. Okay, so I'm not dressed and I haven't had my coffee yet, but I am reading this blasted file I'll have to return by 10.30.

Have a lovely day everyone!
( Apr. 29th, 2009 04:10 pm)
I'm so hungry today. Not sure why, but I keep eating reasonable portions of food and still being hungry. And, since I have such a lovely schedule, I'm never in a position to get more food after I figure out I'm still hungry (about 30minutes after I eat). Blargh!
It's amazing to me how fast something can become a habit. Today, when I went in to the coffee shop next to my work I didn't even need to tell the woman behind the counter what I wanted, she just filled a large mug with coffee and gave it to me (I've bullied them into lending me real cups for my coffee in an attempt to spare the environment the massive amounts of extra garbage caused by my excessive drinking of coffee). It made me feel all warm inside.
I slept very well tonight, despite disturbingly hentaiesque dreams of sex at the bottom of the ocean with the Sea King (who was your dad, [livejournal.com profile] 45hasle) and an orgy in the bathroom of a post office in Tokyo, so I don't know why I would be so clumsy today. But I am.

It started with me ripping my pantyhose as I was trying to put it on. After I got another pantyhose I started breaking my makeup by dropping it on the floor so I gave up on makeup. Slightly late, I jumped on the tram and bought coffee at Kaffebrenneriet close to my work. Cue: the breaking of 2 coffee lids before I got one to fit. Then I nearly spilled coffee all over myself when I tried to answer the phone, and again when I tried to carefully set it down on the ground while unlocking the door to work.

Noticing that the store was filthy, I realized that I had to vacuum (even though we've hired someone to do that for us, who never seems to show up). I never thought it'd be possible to dismantle a piece of equipment in so many different ways. It kept falling apart. In the end I had to carry it with me in one arm and vacuum with the other and even then I was on the brink of tearing down merchandise continuously. Then, when I sat down by the computer, I felt my pantyhose rip. I'm now wearing a crotchless pantyhose. Oh, and I stained my skirt.

Despite all this, I'm having a great day. Don't ask me why...
( Apr. 9th, 2009 11:21 pm)
So, you think you're harder than me? Huh? HUH?

I'll see you in the dojo: http://martinemonster.mybrute.com/
( Apr. 2nd, 2009 12:07 pm)
I just got asked if I wanted to sell my own used stockings to a customer via mail order. I've always been very self-concious about the way my feet smell, so I passed on this opportunity to make a quick buck. Would you have done the same?

[Poll #1376757]
Every time I'm on the treadmill or the eliptical thingie I feel like shit. Usually I'm bored to tears after about 2.5minutes and I feel like a complete failure with no stamina, sweating all over the place. So, today, instead of listening to music, I decided to watch television (since our gym caters to lazy asses like myself and therefore provides entertainment for your workouts). So I watched a program called "The world's biggest loser" or something like that, about two teams of overweight women fighting to lose the most weight in a set amount of time.

It was perfect. There I was, sweating my ass off, but at least I know I'm able to run and have quit smoking unlike those poor losers who were getting excellent advice and still weren't able to pull off any major weightloss. I looked at those women crying on the tv screen and I immediately felt better about me. In Norway we have a saying: Egen lykke er bra, men andres ulykke er heller ikke å forakte (rougly translated: Your own happiness is good, but the misfortune of others should not be scorned either). I live by that saying.
( Mar. 11th, 2009 02:55 pm)
I think of myself as a relatively good person. Or, I feel I could at least adequately quote Mal from Firefly in his "Mercy is the sign of a great man, I guess I'm just a good man...well, I'm allright"-speech when it comes to my actions. I live relatively healthy, I try to be good to my friends and even to strangers I meet and I try to live responsibly and avoid undue stress to the environment because I do believe that we are causing a lot of trouble for ourselves by burning fossile fuels and pretty much attempting to ruin the world around us.

So here's where I fall off the wagon. Though I use public transportation and actually feel that it is the only sensible thing to do when living in Oslo where said public transportation is more than adequate and a lot cheaper than owning a car, I love driving.


I was going outside Oslo today to interview someone for my masters, and I borrowed [livejournal.com profile] 3ff3ct3r's car (which he hardly ever uses by the way) to save time and effort getting out there (changing busses takes a lot of time and it costs extra and I hate busses, my bad excuses are many). I can't explain it. From the moment I sat down behind the wheels, drove out of the garage and got out on the highway I was so happy, so content, so pleased with myself that I actually called [livejournal.com profile] aj_stalin hoping that she'd be in Asker so I'd have an excuse to drive just a little bit longer after my interview.

I don't care that I'd be part of the problem, breaking down the environment. I don't care that I can hardly afford food now since I'm a student. I don't care that I can in theory borrow the car more often (because I feel bad every time I do). I WANT A CAR.
I just cut myself on a button. That's right. A button. It's been bleeding for 15 minutes. I'm now admitting defeat and going out to buy band-aids.
( Feb. 25th, 2009 02:59 pm)
I think the reason that grown-ups are lazy is that kids are told not to run by their parents and teachers. Today, two kids came with their father to the clinic. While he was getting treated, they had a 20-30minutes competition to see who could run fastest in the back of our clinic. Forth and back, forth and back. It's a long time since I've seen anybody that happy. Of course, their dad berated them when he was done with his treatment for making too much noise and I felt kinda sad.

As I was on my way to my appointment at the hairdresser's later in the day, I realized that I was late and decided to run instead of walk to the place (it's down the hall from the clinic). It was exhilerating! Of course I had to ignore angry stares from every single patient I passed on the way, but I did and just kept on smiling. See, if I hadn't been constantly told not to run in the halls or in the store when I was a kid, I might have the lung capasity of a normal human being, and not an 80-year-old chain smoker.
( Jan. 8th, 2009 10:30 pm)
That´s right, I´ve got a nicely used MacBook Air (*squee*) It is so pretty and awesome and I´m posting from it right now.

And it´s so light! It feels like I´ve got nothing in my lap. *hugs it close*
( Dec. 23rd, 2008 04:34 pm)
I'm not a great believer in magic. In fact, I believe that most fantastical occurrences in this world can be aptly explained by science. But in the last few months, a series of events have occurred which have given me a sneaking suspicion that there might actually be something else, something unexplainable, at work in this world.

When I'd just started working at Linderud Chiropractor clinic I noticed an ugly ass statue above the kitchen sink. When asked, my boss told me that it was a statue made by a friend of his, a Native American sorcerer who carved statues of great power. That was a warrior, meant to fight off bad energy in the clinic. I always got a bad feeling about this statue, but I chose to ignore it and to keep my lack of faith in the power of it to myself.

Then one day, the statue was gone, replaced by another statue. This one was appealing. A gorgeous feminine shape with flowing limbs, reminding you of rivers and silence. All dark colors and mystique. I loved this statue and after a while I asked my boss what it symbolized. He said he was sad the other figure was gone and he missed it, but it had done it's job and this statue was a female warrior meant to bring feminine power back in the clinic. Nice, I thought and left the statue alone.

Then, throughout the fall, I noticed a change in the mood of the clinic. First, there was an increase in female patients followed by an increase of babies getting treated. Then, I started changing my view on kids. Suddenly, they started looking appealing and the idea of having one of my own started popping into my head. It obviously started popping into Armando's head too, since he started talking about it. Then, the female patients started getting pregnant in rapid succession and Armando got back together with his woman and they decided that they were getting another kid.

Now, almost once a week, another female patient will let us know that’s she’s gotten pregnant, or a male patient will mention his wish for kids. I’ve seen the signs and I know what this means: I’m getting out of the clinic before I accidentally become pregnant too.
Ever since I started my new and better life (which includes very little candy and snacks, no smoking and vigorous workouts), I’ve started substituting all my cravings for coffee. I want chocolate: I drink coffee. I might crave a juicy cheese burger: I have a double espresso. I feel like eating chips with dip: I take a cortado with soymilk.

This has worked out pretty nicely for me so far, but today I realized, right after I bullied a patient into buying me a double cortado with soymilk, that I might have become an addict. You see, I’ve been craving sugar all day, getting steadily grumpier and more stressed out, but two sips of coffee and I’m mellow as a tired kitten. I have a warm and lovely feeling in my tummy, I look forward to Christmas and I’ve started planning an awesome dinner for tonight.

So, should I be worried? Or should I just accept that I am an addict and make sure I get at least one cup per day?




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