I think I'm developing a cold. Sneezing constantly for the last two minutes was a pretty good pointer. I've thrown on as much clothes as I can manage while still being able to move, so hopefully that helps.

Today I'm working with Therese, on Wednesday and Thursday I'm not working, on Friday I'm working with Frode (my boss) and Inge, who I've never met before. Only things I know is that he's 19, the son of Frode's cousin, and that's it. Hopefully he's a nice guy.

Now I'm going off to do homework'y stuff.

So, my inbox is full of drama, due to this thing I half-heartedly agreed to be in on, due to a certain feeling of obligation. And the people are all acting like childish bastards (well, two or three of them are), and I think I'm the youngest, and I mostly just want to resign in silence or slam some heads together and shout and beg people to act their age or something. Good lord, I hate people sometimes. But not really, I just hate the way they need to misinterpret one another, the way they need to read themselves into every little comment.

Gah. I want someone to cry, and I don't want it to be me.

(In other news I forgot to tell you yesterday, Gøril did a tarot-thing and decided that I'm meeting the love of my life tomorrow. Yay:> Hehe:>) And I'm sick'ish and it bothers me and we were supposed to find out what poems we're working on yesterday, but our teacher has forgotten us and it bothers me, and the other teacher isn't saying anything either, and I need some feedback. This just isn't the kind of day I like having, but I can't go back to bed either, and I'm still freezing and wah.

Also, Sabby, I apologize for making that remark about marriage-protection week, and I would do something to oppose it, but it seems somewhat hard when one is located on the other side of the world. (also, it's weird to me that the newspapers I read every day haven't said a word about it yet, you'd think they wouldn't mind the chance to do a bit of bush-bashing... odd)

And to top it off, my teacher wants us all to read French.
What is this "let's make Siri's decision to do her homework hell-like" day?
And I'm so fucking cold!

(I will forgive the teacher if he reads the poem to us in French. I will, because I want to just listen and like the way the words sound. He uploaded an mp3 of a poem in Russian as homework for last week, and it sounds real nice. Am such a sucker for languages)

Two things.

Thing one. The biggest difference between me and Gøril [aka wildness aka my own angry, goth'y girl. heh:>] (well, more or less the biggest one) is my curiosity and her lack of one. Which made sense in my head, but sounds really rude out of it. What I mean is that if you place a box infront of me (and one that is somewhat easy to open) and then tell me to watch it, but not to open it. and then leave. I open it. And I'll blame it on you, 'cause dude, box, right there, begging me to open it. I tell Gøril not to read an entry and she tells me two weeks later "oh yes, that entry you said I wasn't to read? I didn't." And I believe her, 'cause she doesn't. And it makes no sense to me how you can just not read something when it's put right in front of you, but more power to her, and less power to me, obviously, for being so insanely curious. Ah well, I'll live.
I just felt like writing this 'cause Gøril wrote an entry and titled the lj-cut part "Don't read this, but I know you'll do it anyway!". And, well... I read it. 'cause it's what I do. If you want me to not read something, you can't present me with the option of reading it, 'cause the only way I'll ignore it is if it squicks me half to death. Yeah.

Heh.

Thing two. I am in love with Dar William's Mark Rothko Song. I keep on forgetting that I love it, but then it randomly pops up in my playlist, and I love it. ( lyrics )

And there are so many things in that song that remind me of so many people. The line Yet we barely knew his powers till we sensed that we had lost always reminds me of Nils Aslak (Valkeapää), just because he died so suddenly and it was such a loss and I don't think I can say anything sensible about it yet. ( Is the picture he made me )
"Some folks were born with a foot in the grave, but not me, of course"
And she smiles as if to say we're in the know reminds me of Carina. With all that might imply and understate.
And, as previously mentioned, I do believe, your behaviour is so male it's like you can't explain yourself to me just goes for too many guys I know, once I understood it.
And the song as a whole just reminds me of my father. For reasons I'm not sure I understand, but think I like.

Thing three. (it popped up.) Happy birthday tilney! *loves on you*

That's all.

edit: thing 3.5 Here, if you can read Norwegian. It's my homework. It might as well have been the definition of my life. end edit