Priorities part 2

YES! Sunday I got to do all the laundry that needed to be done by hand, and has piled up for months.

Exam times are good for something!

Language Lesson

Lesson in Norwenglish (part 1):

kitchen benches= kjøkkenbenker = kitchen counters.

just in case anyone else is also confused..
I suspect that Norwenglish lessons part 2,3,4,5....173 will follow shortly. At least after a quick look at my exam paper. It is slående to me that språk can be so confusing.

Ha en fin dag!

Priorities

It is amazing how many important things that just have to be done when I have planned to use a whole day at home writing an exam. Stuff about which I usually think “oh, I’ll do it tomorrow”..

My hyper-effective-exam-writing-day Friday also included:
- Doing a huge grocery shopping trip to Spar (ICA would have taken too little time)
- Cleaning kitchen benches and floor, plus doing dishes
- Making one cup of coffee, and three cups of tea
- Going to the city library to check mail, newspapers, pay bills and write a blog
- Fold heaps of laundry very neatly
- Folding all the rest of the clothes in the closet while I was at it
- Watching Beverly Hills 90210 (that is a must!)
- Cleaning the bathroom
- Eating brownies and watching “Extreme Makeover Home Edition”

I decided to take Saturday off.

Wonder what “important” stuff I will have to on Sunday.

Reliable nose?

My watch broke today!
Hope my new way of telling time is reliable..

Terrible Timing

I am sitting here writing an exam about fieldwork in areas of conflict, but there are like a hundred thousand bazillion things I'd rather do right now. So when I saw Marjaana's idea about cloning, I realized that that would have been the answer to my problem. The thing is, that even though there is a hundred thousand bazillion things I'd like to do, as the sports nerd that I am, there is one that clearly tops the list: to watch the Olympics from Torino.. It must be described as painful to sit in my room staring at a computer screen, when the TV is 10 meters away in the living room and I know that if I just turn it on I could watch everything that goes on in Torino! Ahhh... BE STRONG BE STRONG!

So this is what I would love to be able to do: I would clone an extra Hanne that could work her butt off on the exam, while the real me could curl up on the couch with my wool blanket and a hot chocklate and some candy, and just watch sports all day! I seriousely think the Norwegians in the Olympics would have needed me to cheer more actively than this exam has allowed me to. They're not doing very well - gold medal wise. And the thought of Sweden beating us in that statistics..

Ouch!

A Good Trip to ICA

After helping the moving guys get all the furniture from our appartment, I was starving and just had to run down to ICA to get something good for dinner. Since I was tired after all the moving, I decided to go there just as I was; red in the face, my hair up in some creative ponytail-looking thing, and of course wearing my sweats that were all stained after lifting stuff. I told Rachel that she should consider going with me, because I was sure that when I was going to ICA looking like that - “Lasse” would for sure be at work for the first time in what has seemed like forever.. (For those of you who don’t know who “Lasse” is – you should read Rachel’s blog. But just to fill you in breifly: he is the most beautiful cashier in the whole wide word, except for his “twin” in Reykjavik maybe).

And I was right!! As we stepped out of the garage and peaked hopefully into ICA – he was there! Giggling, we quickly went and got what we needed (just painfully healthy stuff and kitchen equipment, of course!), and waited around in the vitamine department just long enough to make sure that a line developed in the other register, so that we could go in Lasse’s line.

Sooooo cute! I do believe that this guy has the coolest hair and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. And we found out some new info on him: he has a nokia cell phone, drinks coke and has a big tattoo on his right arm. And we found out his name from the reciept...

OK, let’s just stick with Lasse..

A New Way to tell Time

I thought I had fighted off the cold that seems to be going around these days, but apparently I haven't been 100% successful. Some cold-symptoms are remarkably stubborn, although in a (even I have to admit) very strange way..

Last week I noticed that always like half way through the second set of lectures (14-16 p.m.), my nose blocked up. I noticed because suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe, and had to gasp the air in like a whaleross. This happened at pretty much the same time every day, and even continued on Friday when we didn't have lectures, and over the week-end. In the mornings I was fine, in the afternoons I had a cold. Strange. So if anyone is confused about when it turns 3 p.m. now that the dark times are gone and it is nice and bright out all the time - just ask me!

But I'd still prefer using a watch!

The Blog is Alive!!!

Surprise! A new update! I have heard that some people are losing faith in my blogspot, and threathen to stop check it if nothing happens soon. Well, we can't have any of that, can we!? So I decided to take a few moments of the precious time that would otherwise be spent on reading about the US's implementation of turtle and shrimp restrictions (yeah, I know - that was extremely hard to put aside, but everything for the revival of the Blogspot!), and write some highly exciting news here... But do I have any very exciting news to write? Not really..

I am just going to finish the shrimp article (which actually turns pretty funny when you have been at school for 8 hours, drunk X cups of strong coffee, and are a little bit over-tired), and then we are heading home to celebrate Valentine's Day with lasagne and Animal Planet.

Inspired by Marjaana's latest update, I have decided to live life on the edge a little.. let's try this:
I am a terror threat!!! Let's see if that causes any Blog-trackers to get on my case.. Maybe you'll read about me in the next issue of Newsweek!

But for now, back to the shrimp!