Though my birthday was a few weeks ago, I decided to celebrate it yesterday for various logistical reasons (like, I didn´t want it to crash with aj_stalin´s mom´s birthday and I was in Amsterdam and so forth...). I decided to host a cocktail party mostly because I wanted to see all my friends dressed up in pretty dresses and suits and drink good drinks rather than beer. As it turns out, all my friends consider the liquor of all times to be rum. 6 of the guests brought their own bottle of it, and hardly anyone brought anything else (um, or I think there was some gin and whisky around, but compared to the amount of rum consumed it was nothing). Almost everyone showed up in short, gorgeous dresses or suits (and the ones who didn´t at least wore ties, so I´m not complaining) and best of all: though the setting was a cocktail party, the atmosphere was neither stuck up nor boring. And so many people showed up that I at one point actually had to leave my own party to get some fresh air because there were just too many people in our rather smallish apartment. People sang birthday songs for me 5 times and I got a lot of nice pressies.

All in all, a very good birthday party.

(Today I´m hiding out at the boyfriend´s because the apartment is completely trashed and I´m too hung over to do anything about it. My patient and nice flatmate 45hasle will probably forgive me)

This Christmas has been a time for the bitter-sweet feelings of suddenly realizing that you've grown up. The lights just aren't that shiny anymore, the gifts under the trees suddenly seem less interesting than spending time with your family around the dinner table, and for the first time in your life, you're not the youngest person, not the center of attention, and maybe, just maybe, that's all right too. But the problem with these feelings are that they're so often accompanied by the fear that nothing will ever be quite that shiny and new again. I look at the people around me, and I see a mess of conflicting feelings, trouble we never talk about because that would be awkward and uncomfortable, unrequited love, and relationships slowly breaking apart. And it all makes me feel like I've grown up, and the woman I grew into, and the world I grew up in, just wasn't as good as I wanted it to be.

And with those sentiments, I decided to go to the same new year's eve party I always go to, with the people closest to me, without expectations. Or, that's not true, I expected it to be slightly awkward since many of us have grown apart, and many of us have spent time abroad this year. But it wasn't.

Instead, it was one of the best new year's eve parties I've ever gone to. The awkwardness didn't happen, the people were nice, my dress was perfect and the food was awesome. The party lasted through the night to the next morning and most of us stayed to the bitter end. And though I know it was just another party, that the change from one year to the next is constructed to make us feel like there's a huge difference between December 31 and January 1 even though it's only really a day, I'm okay with that. I like the pretense. I like that we celebrate the end of one year and the (made up) hopes of a clean slate and new beginnings. Maybe one shouldn't be too quick in admitting to have grown up, if growing up means giving up on your ideas of a fresh start tomorrow?

This year's new year's eve party had all the ingredients for a legendary experience:

+ Good friends
+ Snacks
+ Nummy indian fast food courtesy of akselwestlund (appearantly
mirazandar had nothing to do with it at all. But she did do our dishes while I cleaned so I love her even though she doesn't give me food)
+ Obscene amounts of alcohol
+ An engagement at the strike of 12 (congrats to Ingrid and Sven Trygve)
+ One bad trip-deluxe
+ One overly drunk blond chick who cried, barfed and got picked up by her father (and not exactly in that order, unfortunately for her father's car)
+ Drunken singing
+ Promises of how 2007 would be the best year ever, how this is the year we get thin, find gorgeous men and direction in our lives
+ toasts for the new year, this year with a small twist: "To 2007. May it be better than 2006" "Yeah! Cause 2006 sucked!" (everybody cheered and toasted) Somehow it makes me feel better that everybody else that I love had a bad year when I did...selfish, I know.
+ (Unfortunately for me) a phone call to my parents saying how much I love them and how fireworks are beautiful. I think I started the phone call to my father with something along the lines of "I love you dad, 2007 is going to be great, let's go to Krakow"
+ Cigars, champagne and fireworks
+ Extreme hangover the next day (I'm still a little sick but I'm blaming it on bad food eaten yesterday)

All in all it was a good party.

Offically this is the first day of 2007 by the way because it is never good to start the best year of your life hung over. Also, yesterday I fought with akselwestlund , was extremely hung over, panicked at having people around me, got nothing done and finally ordered pizza from peppes just so I wouldn't have to do anything to get food, I thought (exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark, loads of sighs). Now that was a bad idea! Turns out everyone else in the entire world were thinking the same thing. Thus our pizza did not get delivered on time, or half an hour late, or an hour late. And when it finally came (we were ready to kill at this point due to hunger and hungoverness...), it was dry and a little tasteless. We, too hungry to care, ate it all and sat around for a few moments before deciding to see the movie we bought with the pizza. They had forgotten to send it to us. Again we called the pizza place, they being sorry promised to send the movie right away. And we wait, and wait, and wait. Finally aj_stalin called again for what was like the fifth time and, practically in tears, told them how we had to go to bed soon because we were going to work tomorrow and where was our movie, and how is this possible? Finally it came. Gah! Do not order from peppes soon! I at least need a little bit of a break with my (previously) favorite fast food place.

As there has been some question to whether or not I was actually a gay guy lately, I thought it was time for another pic post to prove once and for all that I am in fact, (drum roll) a woman. The way to prove this is naturally to show pics from the halloween party I attended, dressed in drag. Yeah, anyways, you can still see that I've got tits, so my sex should still be concidered female. (huh, I write like a feminine gay guy my ass *feigned insultedness*)

Anyways, so the party was good. Too many people didn't turn up, but we still got smashingly drunk (me drinking vodka out of a carton of soy milk) and played spin the bottle, just like when I was fourteen. Then we went out to Maiden and got even drunker. All in all it was a good night.

( look at the pretties )

That's it. I've spent another morning applying for jobs. I'm tired of it, it takes a lot of time, and I just don't have any more energy. I'm gonna need a montage. I need to fade out, there has to be a lot of stills of me applying, dressing for job interviews, getting tired of trying and then finally finding my perfect job. But the beauty of a montage would be that that would take about one and a half minute, and not actual weeks. I want a job! A secure job! A job that paid me enough to both eat and pay rent! Somebody turn my life into a tv-show so that I can get a montage. Pretty please?

On a different note. My new apartment needs partying and thus we need a housewarming party. This will take place next Saturday so make sure you're all there (the ones that don't actually live in Oslo are of course excused, but only barely)! Loss of limb is an okay excuse also, or death, but that's about it. I wanna fill this place up with nice people and party.

I went to a party where I hardly knew anyone yesterday. And it was fun! Granted partly because I brought Aina, Marthe and Martin, but also because the people were nice. I learned something about myself however. Sometimes I judge people based on first impressions. This girl was nothing if not polite to me, and helped me get the beer into the fridge and everything, but I couldn't stand her. I got the feeling that she was arrogant, self-serving and generally oogie even though she was nice to me, and thus I tried to avoid her the entire evening and was really uncomfortable around her. I feel like I didn't really give her a chance at all, but on the other hand my gut tells me that I would never like her anyways and thus that I did the right thing. Was I right or wrong?

My personality disorders btw.

Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Low
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low

URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv
URL for more info: http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html

I love my insurance. they paid me 3100kr for my stolen purse, even though I hadn't even given them the recites yet! Woho! So now I can buy a new cell phone. Hurray!

Also, Elysium's summer party was great, lots of climbing in and out of windows, lots of fighting in the back yard, lots and lots of drinks. I loved it. This means however that I'm no longer part of the Elysium fold (I resigned as leader because I'm leaving the country). But it felt like a good goodbye party.

I keep feeling really tired even though I sleep lots. And I'm a little stressed even though I don't have nuthin to do. It's strange. But today is band practice, so I'm sure I'll get some sort of focus from that. Or whatever.

Sorry for random update, but had nothing more important to say (but sure, look at my last post, that's still important!)

So, we had the whole "done with school for this year"-party and, true to form, we trashed the newly washed apartment, ruined a livingroom chair and got blasted on 5 different types of liquer. It was great. Fewer people than usual, but that was nice. It was me, aj_stalin, 45_hasle, grimgram and the_aleph who partied all night, and Julie and Sanja tried and failed to match us (Sanja cause she hadn't slept in 40 hours due to exams, Julie cause she had to get up at 5 this morning). The fact that we were only 5 people was, however, still okay because we had a fire in the garbage container right outside. Flames and everything, including two police cars and a firetruck. The police officers were really nice, we drunken idiots gave them coffee and they were still polite.

I've had the best birthdayparty of my life. Basically I invited everybody I know regardless of which social circles they hang with and just watched them all mingle. Truth be told I hadn't thought that many people would show up, we filled the livingroom, hallway and bedrooms, but that just made it even nicer. And I got pressies! Happy now!

The apartment looked like shit when the party was over, as it should, and I have yet to wash the cigarette-butts out of the refrigerator. That surprices me though. I can understand that people would throw cigarettes on the floor, the tables, the couches and even in bookshelves, but to actually open up a refrigerator to get rid of a burning cigarette-butt instead of just dropping it on the floor? that speaks of a logic that defies my mere earth-logic. I was also surpriced of how many people I actually didn't know who still wanted to come to my party. :) It seemed like it would never end because nomatter how many people got tired and left, new people were waiting to come. I ended up going to bed at 6, leaving a party in my livingroom. Aparently it ended at approximately 7, when the subway started running.