Velineyvra: Green nailpolish and a bookshelf on the floor

Er det meningen at alle modeller skal se så stygge ut at det gjør vondt? Jeg mener, jeg bladde meg gjennom en del motemagasiner hos legen i dag, og fikk se en del bilder fra catwalken. Herregud, de ser jo forjævlige ut. Beklager, men det må slike ord til for å beskrive det.

Håret er enten

a) Tovet sammen i en ball

b) Ligger flatt og ser fett ut

c) Noe annet ukledelig.

De ser ut som de har blitt sminket av sminkeroboten fra WALL-E, eller med Homer Simpsons sminkegevær. Klærne er et kapittel for seg selv. Folk går da ikke rundt sånn?

Dessuten har de like mye former som en gjennomsnittlig lyktestolpe. Herregud.

I'll be leaving very soon, to Iceland. Limited internet access, a lot of work to do since this is a school trip, and a couple of other things, means I'll be unavailable for a while.

I'm looking forwards to it, but I can't pack, because I get stuck all the time. Gaaaah, you've got about three more hours until you've got to be finished! Yeah, I was never meant for this :P

There's a man who takes the same bus as me. He's from Burundi.

He seems like the nicest person in the world. He talks to everyone, and he smiles. A big smile, that warms you from your toes to your ears.

One day I heard him speak to another guy on the bus, and he was complimented on his accent. And it is very good, you can barely hear that he's from another country. It also turns out that he speaks French, English and a local language. This man's got a talent.

I watch him smile, go on with his day, and be himself, and I realize that I admire this man. This man with this huge talent for languages and this way of being. I've never spoken to him, but I admire him. I don't know his name either, but I think the man from Burundi is worth looking up to. 

I wish you luck and happiness, though I don't really know who you are.

Jeg gjør det. Det er jo ingen (andre enn den fantastiske Sarenka) som leser dette her når jeg skriver noe norsk, og det føles litt bortkasta. Samtidig klarer jeg ikke å sette i gang.

Jeg trenger at noen sparker meg i bakdelen(haha) og får meg til å gjøre noe, tror jeg. I hvert fall, jeg har religion og orker ikke gjøre oppgaver. Mas på meg, vær så snill?

I'm just so tiiiiired. I want to sleeeeeeep. But I'm at schoooooool.

Yes, I complain. Sorry about that. And the stupid customer support won't answer me back. Stupid woman!

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why Arnfinn is awesome. That, and a couple of other reasons.

Green nailpolish and a bookshelf on the floor. I've got that. And I like it. It think it describes a part of me, a part that I'm really happy with.

I'm supposed to do biology. But since I don't feel like trying to understand photosyntesis and how the different molecules react with each other and does this and that, I decided to write a little about Christmas in my family :)

December 22: This is really simple. We buy the Christmas tree. Or, we might do this before this date, but this is always the latest date that we do this. It's usually about 3 and a half metres, since my dad loves huge trees, and wants one that goes up to the roof. Some shopping, mainly food.

December 23: This is a stressful day! Everything is to be cleaned and fixed up, vacuuming the entire house, washing clothes, etc. The evening is better - we decorate the tree! Dad puts all the light and the glitter into place, since we've got to use a ladder (tall tree, remember). Then everyone cooperates with the reast of the decoration. And, of course, we play Christmas music while decorating. After, we do something cozy, like puzzles and quizes together.

December 24: My brother and I get up early to make breakfast, which is kind of our duty this day. (And we might watch traditional TV shows:D) We eat late, about 11. And it lasts a long time, with a lot of talking, and, very common for my family, a quiz. Then we start making dinner (it has to boil for a very long time) and other things that needs to be done. The gifts are now placed under the tree. About 15 or 16 we eat porrigde, with an almond in. The one who gets it, wins candy. Then a lot of time passes which we do nothing but work a bit and get dressed. (I bought a new dress this year, a red one, which I love) Around seven, the guest arrive. Grandmother and grandfather, my grandmother on my father's side and my uncle. We're a small family, we don't get so many guests. Then it's dinner. Which is complicated.

Here's the menu: Pinnekjøtt (it's lamb, realy, but made in a special way), sausages (four types, smoked, not smokes, small ones, and mountain style), potatoes, two different kinds of cabbage, something a can't remember the English name for but is delicious, meat balls (almost, can't describe it better) plus turkey for my brother. Might have forgotten something though :) And the drinks! Water, juice, soft drinks(a lot of those, at least six different ones), beer, beer without alcohol and wine.

Okay, so then we eat for a long while. After, it's dessert, with a lot of different cakes, which I won't mention, in order to prevent writing a novel.

And then it's the presents. We only unwraps one at a time, and everyone else watches. We try to get the ones from grandma and uncle first, as they'll go to dad's sister as well. And this lasts until about 1. Christmas eve is over, which always makes me a little sad...

December 25: Family tradition: We get a new pajams each Christmas. So this day, we eat really, really late, perhaps 12.30, and everyone's wandering around in pajamases all day. We read in new books, watches movies, plays games, and so on. We might also go for a walk:)

December 26: Everyone goes to my grandma. My two uncles, my aunt, three cousins, and my family. Basically, it's the only time we all get together, which makes it nice. Grandma isn't able to cook any longer, so my aunt does that (and she's amazing, I wouldn't believe that it is possible, but she manages! An applause to auntie.) And that's basically that. We talk and spend time together.

And so the days pass, and before you know it, Christmas is over. Reality comes back. But there's always a silver lining - another Christmas next year!

So. It's a new year, I suppose it's time for some resolutions?

But I'm not in a very creative mood right now, and all I can come up with is this:

To be more true to myself in the new year, and dare to do what I really want, not just hide myself behind whatever is nearby. I mean, it's very loose, isn't it? It's not like, I'm going to lose ten pounds or whatever, cause I can't ever do that. But on the other hand, if I actually manage to make this resolution, it's kind of healthy, I think.

Because there's a lot of wishes and hopes packed up in that sentences. Maybe I could somehow manage to fulfil a couple of those.

I hope that everyone gets a really nice new year, filled with everything that they want. (Wow, not very specific today, are we?)

~Vellie