You make breaking hearts seem so easy, seems like you've done this before

How are you all? Good, I hope!
Here things are the way they always have been. I'm procrastinating and blissfully ignoring the fact that I have too much work to do.
Yesterday, I hung out with Becky. We went to town and eat some food at Revs and then the cinema to see The Hunger Games again. It was nice to hang out with someone again. I mean, I spend so much time in the library or Learning Zone or in my room, that actually leaving these area are like an adventrue for me at this point! The food was good and I still loved The Hunger Games, so it's all good.

On Wednesday, Pia and I went to the McFly concert in Preston. It was really good and the opening act really suprised me with their decent music. I don't remember what the first band was called, but the second one, Ivyrise were quite good. They also tweeted me back, so I like them even more. McFly were great! Pia and I managed to get really close to the stage, so I was able to drool all over Dougie and his beautifully tattooed arm. Nom nom. Tattoos just makes you so so sooo much more sexy. Obviosly, they have to be nice tattoos.

Dougie! This is the only decent picture I've got of him...sadly enough.

Anyway, the only thing that dissapointed me was the lack of songs from their latest album, which I had spend all my time listening to and actually now liking quite a bit. And it was painfully obvious that I haven't been a fan for long. It made me want to see The All-American Rejects actually, because if they had done that, i would have known every single song I realised. The only songs I don't know are from their newest album.
Sadly, it is painfully obvious that I'm still struggling with this stupid glandual fever crap, as I ened up feeling so dizzy and ill that I had to leave the crowd and sit down downstairs for a while. I just don't have the energy anymore to do that kind of thing, and it's so frustrating. I really hope I don't get like that during my volunteering. It's fine if I can just sit down for a little while.

And it's also frustrating because I really want to go for a run, but mthe doctor said that I was strickly not to train or anything like that for a month. And I can see why, I mean, my body is just failing at doing anything that involves a lot of energy.

I'm off to work on my essay now. Speak to you later!

Listening to: Feel Good Drag - Anberlin

Mood:

Exhausted.

As if to say, as if to say he doesn't like chocolate

Me eating an apple and actually wearing my glasses in the Learning Zone. I should get a prize to be honest.

I just figured I'd write a mini update real quick. Nothing interesting has happended, but you know, I just figured I'd write something. I'm currently in the Learning Zone, trying to get my essay on V for Vandetta done, but it's not going all too well to be honest. It is just so boring, you know? So many different things I'd rather do. And I'm trying to buy a ticket for the semi-final in the Euro'12 but the website is acting up and it's so annoying because i really want that ticket!

When I haven't been busy with course work, I'm usually busy with everything to do this this summer. There are so many things that needs to be fix and sorted. For instance, we have been flat hunting, and it is a mess at this point. First we couldn't find a place and now that we have, we're too many people. I don't know what we're going to do. Because it's Anastasia and me, then this other girl; Anna + Lera. And Lera has this 'mystery' friend whom she is also suppose to share a flat with and it's just a bit messy at the moment. The flat we found fits 4, and we're 5. We gave them a week to get back to us though, since we need to get sorted asap. All these places keeps getting swapped up right under us, and the prices keep going up.

I sent an email to Lise today, so hopefully I'll be able to work at OBS from July to September, so that Pia and i can go on out epic trip to Spain together. And this needs sorting as well. I've been trying to think of a good travel route, but it's difficult. I think we'll end up going to Portugal last though, so we might fly back from there. Perhaps from either Lisbon or Porto, because I really want to go to Porto. We also need to send out email soon, so i'll probably talk to Pia about it when she gets back to Lancs in a few days.

I'm also stressing about the whole moving to Oslo thing. I mean, how will that work out? Yes, it is far more exciting than living in Harstad, but at the same time, I need to make sure that I make enough money so that i can afford those 6 months in Spain. And where would I live and where would I work? It is all so stressing!!

Listening to: Dame Vida - Huecco

Mood:

Bouncy.

ÅhHeisús altså.
Jeg er så påetterkant med disse essayene mine. Så nå forbereder jeg meg til en lang dag og natt med hard skriving. Jeg burde egentlig ha brukt hele gårdagen på å skrive, men hadde jo billetter til Liverpool kamp, og slikt kan man jo ikke gå glipp av! Pia og jeg måtte kaste oss på bussen som gikk kl 08:00 for å komme oss til Preston for å ta toget videre til Liverpool derfra. Og seriøst dere, herregud. Vi kom til Preston bus station, liksom, ikke sant? Også aner vi ikke hvordan vi kommer oss til togstasjoen, for selvom jeg har vært i Preston en god del ganger for å bytte tog eller bare for å shoppe, så har jeg aldri måtte gå til eller fra togstasjonen til noe sted. Jeg måtte spørre en gammel dame, og viste oss hvilken buss vi kunne ta etter 5 timer meg tenke ting. Pia og jeg hadde inner panic. Kl var liksom 09:05 og toget vårt gikk 09:15. Selvfølgelig så var bussjårøren driiitsein og en sur bitch (med en haug av tattooveringer og piercings) og brukte ti år på å starte bussen. Vi mista toget med bokstaveligtalk ett sekund. Som kanskje de fleste veit, så er ikke Preston verdens mest spennede togstasjon. Men er togstasjoer noen gang det? Og dere vet jo hvordan jeg er nå er først blir stressa. Jeg blir litt eh... on edge, kan man jo si. Heh. (eller hva, Anneilen? *hostkøbenhavn turhost*) Og jeg må innrømme at jeg sto vel kanskje litt for lenge å så på de små vinflaskene som sto i kjørledisken da Pia kjøpte frokost på WHSmith. Jeg endet opp med å kjøpe meg en baguett i stedenfor. For jeg var sulten (ingen tid til frokost) og hadde lyst på egg (kjøpte en eggebaguett). Selvfølgelig så hadde jeg klart å overse den pittelille skrifta som sa at det var en beguett med egg og tomat samt mayo. Ugh, hva er det med disse britene og den majonesen dems? Ew. Jeg ønsker jeg hadde gått for flaska med vin istedenfor. Det neste toget til Liverpool Lime Street was due to arrive at 10:15, noe som ga oss knappe 30 min til å komme oss til Anfield. ÅhHeisús, jeg hadde et mindre angst attack når jeg satt på toget. Men jeg fant frem Simmel (jeg blir overanskende bare mer og mer glad i han jo mer jeg leser hans essays) og begynte å skrive i blokka jeg tok med. Da vi kom til Lime Street var det bare å løpe bort til taxi køen hvor Pia ble kjørt på av den dumme taxi mannen og vi ble kjefta ned for å bruke mer enn ett sekund på å komme oss inn i taxien. Smh. Taxi mannen sa at han måtte slippe oss av litt før for politiet hadde stengt av veien borte med stadiumen, og vi sa det var greit. For seriøst, det å gå mot Anfield, og se alle menneskene gjøre det samme, alle med skjerf rundt halsen og sporting a red shirt... There is nothing like it. Vi kom akkurat i tide til spillinga av "You'll Never Walk Alone" and I swear, if anything, that never fails to fill my heart with pride and it's simply impossible to explain. Det er bare noe man må oppleve. Det gir meg gåsehud hver eneste gang. There is no place like Anfield. Sure, det er ikke den største banen i verden, langt fra, Anfield er utrolig liten, jeg finner at jeg fremdeles blir overasket når jeg drar dit, men stemningen og magien er så stor og overveldene, at alt annet blir ubetydelig.

Og setene vår. Ååååh, dere aner ikke. De var såå bra. Så utrolig bra. Vi satt rett over the place where the players enter and exit the pitch, and fuck, we were close to the pitch! Jeg hørte Pepe Reina snakke. Jeg. Hørte. Han. Snakke. Åh Hellige San Iker, er dere klar over hvor mye jeg elsker English with a Spanish accent? Hvor mye jeg elsker Pepe Reina? Ogogogoooog! Jeg.Fikk.Sett.Martin Škrtel.På.Nært.Hold. Jeg skulle ta bilder, men har ikke lader til kameraet mitt, og mobilen min, vel ikke den beste kvaliteten kanskje. Samt at den er like kjap. Men jeg tok bilder. Ikke bra bilder, og ingen bilder av Pepe eller Škrtel på nærthold, men det får så være.

Pepe Reina. THIS MAN!!!

Kampen i segselv var sikkelig bra, vi vant kanskje ikke 5 - nil som last time, men jeg skal ikke klage over 3- nil either, for å si det sånn! Kampen var mot Newcastle, og deres supportere var livlige. Mye mer so enn det Kop var denne gangen. Og dere skulle hørt dem nå Andy Carroll kom på for å varme opp! "He shoots, he misses. He hits, he fucking misses." (dog jeg later som om jeg ikke egentlig tror de rope: "He shoots, he misses. He hits his fucking misses" for det er bare ikke kult) De er ikke så glad i han etter at han transfered during the Jan/Feb window, I s'pose... Ofc, as a reply, he got a standing ovation everytime he did anything. Hva jeg ikke likte however, var når Newcastle begynte en chant om en spiller, jeg klarte aldri å finne ut hvem, alt jeg fikk med meg var: "He shagged a lad, he shagged a lad." Unødvendig. Å noe så jævelig også. Folk kan få love til å chante så mye de vil, så lenge det ikke har ett rasistisk eller homophobic budskap. So I was kinda like: Pia og jeg er også overbevist om at vi hørte dem synge: "Steven Gerrard. Steven Gerrard." Noe som ikke gir mye mening siden Stevie er ute resten av sesongen (sigh, when will I get to see this man play?!) og siden, eh, han spiller på Liverpool. Who knows... Gorgies... Ofc, LFC had their own chants like: "Du du du dururu du du du dururu Luis Suarez!" (personal favourite, this is.) and "Maxi. Maxi Rodriguez runs up the win for me. Druru durutu duru durutu" (tune: Heartbeat fra dene derre Med Hjarte På Rette Stadan elns). Og 'Fields Of Anfield Road' could be heard as well, samt "Dalglish. Dalglish." Men vet dere hva som var like bra som our win? Når kampen var ferdig og spillerne begynte å ta av seg skjortene. Åh, for the love of San Iker og Jesús Navas. dere aner ikke.Pia og jeg bare droola all over the place. Meireles, Carra, Johnson... it was almost too much. And then they started hugging and grabbing each other. I HAVE NO WORDS. I just wish Pepe and Skittle (yes, that's my nickname for Skrtel, okay?) would do it too. Can you imagine? I might have been charged for assult or something. And as we walked back to Lime Street (takes about 30 min or something), Pia and I happily talked about how we're going to Stamford Bridge next season and watch a match and after (and this is the best part ofc) we'll stand outside the player's entrance (oh my mind!! It's to dirty for my own good. Seems I've been slashing it up too much lately) and wait for Nando to come out (if he's still there after the transfer season. It doesn't really matter, we'll go to where ever he is, really) and I will faint and Pia will keep him from leaving so I get to have a picture taken with him and tell him that he is fucking amazing and and he'll blush and those beautiful freckles of his will stand out even more and I'll die on the inside because gosh, is there anything more adorable then a blushing Fernando Torres with a slight smile on his face? (the answer is no, if you were wondering.)