martinemonster

Today has been a pretty productive day actually. I feel very accomplished. I dragged myself out of bed and went training in the morning, followed by a meeting with my tutor who alleviated most of my fears about my masters by helping me narrow down my field of study and source material. Then I met aj_stalin for coffee before I borrowed two newly published works on North European Aid. I then went home, read 50 pages and wrote a summary of them, emailed my work so far to my tutor, did some weight lifting, updated my schedule and finally crashed on the couch.

Now dinner is nearly done and everything is nice and cozy.

I've been fairly busy these past few weeks and haven't really checked my flist or posted anything. But I'm back now! The new year is here and I'm exited. I'm getting a new computer, I'm selling the old one (if anyone is interested in my lovely HP Pavilion just let me know, I basically just want to sell it to get rid of it so it'll be really cheap!) and I'm getting back to my studies.

To be quite honest I have to ease my way in to it because I'm not used to this student living thing. So far I've gotten a few panic attacks thinking of how broke I'm gonna be, tried to figure out what my curriculum is and worked my way up to making a plan for how I'm actually going to manage to write a book in a year. Oh, and I've contacted my tutors and asked to meet them so they can point the way for me.

In other news, I've gained weight during Christmas (damn you pinnekjøtt! damned you to heck!), but I'm not worrying. You see, I've started a new workout program which is kick-ass and which will hopefully make me so incredibly strong, fast and bouncy that people will mistake me for Rhona Mitra

Anyways, here is my meme stolen from Guri who took it from Aina:

( It's all about me. Me me me )

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.

I'm grumpy. I haven't had my coffee today. I realized that I've become addicted to coffee (again). I will not accept this! I'm taking a week off. No coffee for me until next Thursday. Let's see if I make it...

In other news, the lovely aj_stalin has admitted to loving something so soppy it makes my insides cringe and asked the rest of us, in Christmas spirit, to share something we are ashamed to love with the rest of you.

I hereby rise to the occation:

When I was really little, Absolute Music released a Christmas special (or, to be honest, by the time I noticed them they'd released): Absolute Christmas 2. It's a mix tape of different, more than well known songs that brings holiday cheer. In other words, it's pretty awful. But I was young and tasteless, and I loved song number 4: Frankie Goes to Hollywood - the power of love. That's right, not a good song, nothing to do with Christmas, and yet for me I still cannot decorate a Christmas tree without listening to it.

So there you have it:




I, of course, invite the rest of my flist to do the same. I've shared something horribly embarrassing with you. Now it's your turn.

I just took one of the first bites of my lunch when my jaw when *clickbreak* and started hurting. Now I can't close or open my mouth properly and eating is completely out of the question. I took one painkiller, but so far it's not helping. All it does is make my tongue feel kinda numb thus making talking difficult.

My boss, kind man that he is, suggested this was a sign that I should attempt to shut up for the rest of the day (then he gave me said painkiller and told me to be careful and try to move my jaw as little as possible).

I broke up with my boss. That´s right, I quit my job. From January I´m going back to school to finish my degree. It was horrible, but even though I´m going to miss the clinic, I think it´s the right choice. Problem is that I don´t really want to study, I just want to be done, finished with my degree and ready to start working.

In other news, I finally got to see the episode of MST3000 with Creepy Girl. Me, aj_stalin and 3ff3ct3r are watching it on our new, awesome flatscreen. And tomorrow we´re getting a dishwasher. I´m so established it´s scary (and the scariest part is how comfy it is).

I love my new apartment and my new neighbors!

First, the ones living to the left of us gave us their newspaper for the time they were away. And today, when I got home from KunTao, the ones living to the right of us had given me roses to welcome me to the apartment building.

Flowers everyone! Who says complaining that noone give you flowers on lj doesn't work. :D

I've been flirting with the idea of giving up coffee. Clever minds have told me it's addictive and unhealthy, and I've found myself agreeing. Of course, I do a lot of other stuff that's much more unhealthy, like drinking every weekend and eating cake, but quitting coffee is much less hassle than the immense lifestyle changes the other two would entail, so I figured I'd start there.

Until, this morning, as I headed off for work and passed the open bakery right by my flat. The moment I smelled the coffee I was enticed and I found myself entering the bakery (which was a good idea since I hadn't had time to eat breakfast and there was no food at work). I bought a morning cup of coffee even though I wasn't supposed to be drinking coffee in the mornings anymore and from the moment I held it in my hand I knew. This is something I don't want to give up. The smell of it. The feel of the warm paper cup in my hand as I rush to work. That first sip of the perfectly brewed coffee. It's heaven. I think I might give up chocolate before I give up coffee. Hell, I'd probably give up alcohol for coffee.

*bliss*

Every year fall hits me suddenly in the face. This year it was at 8 o'clock as I was walking to work and realized that it was too cold to walk around outside in a t-shirt, short skirt and no pantyhose. Suddenly, I noticed that there were leaves on the ground, the wind was making me cold and everything smelled differently.

This means that summer is over and it's time to start figuring out what I want with my life. I've spent the summer thinking and learning a lot about myself, and I've discovered that I might not be as jaded and disillusioned as I wanted to believe. I've discovered that I don't think I can choose merely a high paying profession. I want to work with something that matters.

Of course, knowing that doesn't actually help me choose a direction in my studies, so I'm still sticking to the plan of working at Linderud Chiropractor clinic for a year. This year I'll spend on my mental and physical wellbeing, getting in shape and preparing myself for whatever I choose to spend my life doing. This is going to be an interesting year.

This is a very slow Saturday. The boyfriend is coming home from vacation tonight and I blame my lack of focus today on that. I'm proud to say that actually woke 45hasle and Trine with eggs and bacon for breakfast this morning, but sadly I must admit that my day have been less productive after that. Basically I've re-watched Dexter, tried to work out and realized that the training center closes early on Saturdays and not cleaned my room.