Stuff...

First thing I did when I got up this morning, besides turn on the computer and dress was to work out. Nothing that took forever, but I am not training for a marathon. Not yet anyway ;-) I am however very proud for doing so. It is my first work out, at home, since about three months or so. About time! I still have cravings, but I just pretend to not notice them, and like that I fool my mind. It is soon 7, and I haven’t even had any Tab X-tra. This is, by the way, the best soft drink ever. It is made by the Coca Cola Company here, and it is a brown drink like cola and Pepsi. I guess it is a Norwegian version of the American taB. Though we had tab here too when I was little. We called it “looser cola”… Don’t ask me why. The reason why I am so glad I haven’t had any today is the fact that I can drink litres of the stuff. But I have restricted my drinking till after six in the evening. Before that; water wagon city. As for coffee; I just never grew up now did I? Warm drinks in general are not my cup of tea.

Back to school tomorrow. Not looking forward to it. Not at all. I am just extremely glad that it is awfully good professionally wise, otherwise trouble would lie ahead. Other aspects of the whole thing suck you see. I won’t elaborate. And I am not the only one feeling like that at Uni. Teachers are brilliant though, must say! I miss Sonans, a lot, so do Stina. It was such a fabulous school to go to. Small and cute, and you kinda knew “everyone”, which gave it a homey feeling.

Right now I feel sick of all my music. I just pressed next button 40 times, to try to find a song which would be to my liking. I ended up with Coldplay and their song “talk”. I like that.

Okay, there is something I have never revealed about myself, but I can’t hold out any longer. So here goes; as a child I couldn’t draw if my life depended on it. I think we can safely say that I am the worst drawer in the history of mankind. I am glad I wasn’t one of those “cave women” in charge of the cave paintings. If I had been, people of today wouldn’t have had a clue as to what the heck I was trying to communicate. I am sure my teachers at school have had immense difficulties to refrain from laughing when I showed them my work. And to think of my poor parents, who had to lie, every time they received one of my horrific drawings. They probably said: “Oh, dear, that’s lovely”, every bloody time. It can’t have been easy on them. I hope my parents laughed their heads off, like in bed or somewhere else where I didn’t see or hear, like I do now… One has to laugh when gazing at such stuff. So that is why I am going to share two of my “art works” from when I was 10. I must say that I have improved, a great deal!

This is from a religion book... It is supposed to be a dude from Jesus' time.

And this is just a woman,or monster. *chills*


I think this is all for today.

Monsoon

Bob idi doo laa…