It's official - I rock

In German, this is. You know the exams I took 6 weeks ago? German? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I got the result. And I am officially good in German, I can officially read, hear, write and talk German at a level that is needed to study in Germany. It's a number, on a paper, a number that tells whoever looks at this (and really, who does except from me, maybe parents, some friends I force it upon, and the Universities I apply to?) that I, yours truly, rock. Of course I wanted to blog about this the second I got to know it, but.. uhm.. I was busy, you know, partying all night, and soaking my brains out. (in a world where "party" means "sleep", and "soaking my brains out" means something like.. snoring. Yes, I know, I'm so graceful).

When someone now asks me if I "speak German" I can, with my hand on my heart, say yes. If this lil' bastard would doubt me I always have the diploma to shove in his/her/its face. Oh, the never-ending joy!

I rock this much:

LESEVERSTEHEN TDN 4 Kann geschriebene Texte aus dem studienbezogenen Alltag sowie Texte zu fächerübergreifenden wissenschaftlichen Themen, deren Struktur sich an der Allgemeinsprache orientiert, in ihrem Gesamtzusammenhang und in ihren Einzelheiten verstehen.

Oh yes!

HÖRVERSTEHEN TDN 4 Kann gesprochene Texte aus dem studienbezogenen Alltag sowie Texte zu fächerübergreifenden wissenschaftlichen Themen, deren Struktur sich an der Allgemeinsprache orientiert, in ihren wesentlichen Aussagen verstehen.

Uh-uhm!

SCHRIFTLICHER AUSDRUCK TDN 4 Kann sich in studienbezogenen Alltagssituationen (u. a. Bericht für Stipendiengeber) sowie im fächerübergreifenden wissenschaftlichen Kontext (u. a. Protokolle, Thesenpapiere) weitgehend zusammenhängend und strukturiert sowie weitgehend angemessen äußern; sprachliche Mängel beeinträchtigen das Textverständnis nicht.

Thaaat's right!

MÜNDLICHER AUSDRUCK TDN 4 Kann sich in studienbezogenen Alltagssituationen (u. a. Immatrikulation, Anmeldung zur Lehrveranstaltung) sowie im fächerübergreifenden wissenschaftlichen Kontext (u. a. gesellschaftspolitische Diskussionen) weitgehend situationsangemessen mündlich äußern, sprachliche Mängel beeinträchtigen die Kommunikation nicht.

Now, honestly,  I bet you left the page before coming here, cause I'm so full of myself that the half would be plenty, but.. Let's say I am allowed to.. once.. a year? Deal? (twice a year if Universität Leipzig accepts me.)

Sounds like a plan? Hell, it's a plan. Have a great evening, everyone!

Heartattack

This weekend was the two-year anniversary with my boyfriend, it was yesterday, and it was the greatest day ever. This, cause my boyfriend flew in from Germany to meet me this weekend. However, it wasn't only red roses and [insert clichès]. I might have been put into more stress than I can handle in one weekend. It started on Friday, listen to this.

I wake up, shower, and go down to the living-room to watch some news before getting off to work. The first thing I hear, is that it will be strike in airports, some will close. Note that Friday was the day my love was flying in. So, as you can imagine, I get kinda stressed out. My love comes visit for our two-year anniversary weekend, and strike in the world of the planes. Woho! Day can't start better, or? Work goes rather slow, and I would lie if I said that I didn't think of it every second of the day. But, good news! As I come back and watch the news, it turns out that the airport he is flying to won't feel anything from this strike, so he's coming after all, ne?

Some hours later my boyfriend is going to the train-station in Germany, to get his cute ass to Berlin and the airport. I wait for an SMS confirming that he got on the train, and everything is good. My phone beeps, and I take up the phone already smiling, cause I knew he'd be getting closer every second. But no. The train was 80 minutes late. Eighty minutes! This would result in him probably not reaching the flight, and after crying my eyes out sending smses, receiving smses, I kinda gave up... It was too good to be true after all.

An SMS ticks in, and the crows in my tummy really hurt. But it's good news. Deutsche Bahn sets up a taxi to the airport (almost 200 km), and the chance that he'll reach it is a lot bigger than 10 seconds ago. So hope comes back, and I sit darned nervous for hours, until it finally ticks in that he reached it. Needless to say, it was never better getting to see him again.

Today, about 1 hour ago, he had to get to the airport nearby, so he could get back to Germany again. My aunt drives us to the airport, and before we come on the motorway, we see that the traffic is going awfully slow. In the roundabout before entering the motorway we observe that no traffic is moving. It's still, completely still. It was no way at all that we would get anywhere. So my aunt took another way, hoping it would matter. We were already running late, and the fact that the road was kinda not functioning didn't make it better. So we had to take a detour, my aunt even called "experts" to hear where we could drive to actually reach it. At a certain point we do arrive at the airport (not exactly early, I should add). I rushed my boyfriend to the security-check and really hoped everything would be fine. Some minutes later he sends me a text-message saying that he just reached it, they were about to close the gate.

I think both of us experienced more stress this weekend, than ever. Of course I don't care now that I was closer to heartattacks than ever before, since I had one of the best weekends in my life. It was worth all the worries, and all the stress. Maybe my heart begs to differ, luckily it can't type. Thank you to my boyfriend for being the veryvery best, and thank you to whatever is sitting in heaven and pointing with fingers, for giving us luck in the bad luck.

Now I really need to relax my head. Tudelu!

On my pink cloud

Not metal, but black clouds are full of rain, and rain is shit. So I guess it will remain pink.

I did it, peeps! I fulfilled the TestDaF, I did it! And I did it with style... my own twisted one anyway. I cannot explain how good it feels now, and even though I thought I did really poopy on the oral part, I got a small comment that changed my mind.

The exam-guard, or whatever they are, started chit-chatting when I was done with the exam, and she really flattered me in so many ways. So she talked a lil about the test, that they look more if I understand things, and manage to ask questions, and form sentences, rather than picking out small mistakes, then she said out of nowhere, that "you grew up with German, right". I asked whooot, she said "your mother or father is German?". I was like nooo, and then she looked impressed, telling me that I did very good then. HELLO WORLD! A German woman thought I grew up with German around me all the time. How big is that compliment? Exactly, huge. So, see you around as soon as I landed from this cloud of mine, I'm afraid it's not that good internet connection up here!

Tudelu then!

Good mornin'

Na, up for some of my stupidity? If not, then tudelu and see you later, if, then read the following:

To understand this, you need a look at my daily routines:

6.30             waking up
7.00             walking to bus
7.15             bus leaves

Na, after being in dreamland my eyes opened at XX.56. This would give me four minutes to get ready, before walking to the bus. As you can imagine, I was rather stressed out. I'm not the person that shows up too late for work, I just aint. So, with a incredible speed, and multitasking from heaven, I was out the door by XY.02. This was good, I would reach the bus now. But when finding out the current time, I had to double-check the clock, something just wasn't right.

And it was wrong, oh, so wrong. As you probably already predicted XX and XY is not, which I would prefer it 6 and 7. Rather.. 5 and 6. Ladies and gentlemen, today I "overslept" one hour too early. In a normal (lovely) world, I would have slept for half an hour longer, but look, I even write a blog before going to work! Kudos for getting ready in 6 minutes, though? I'm the speed-queen!

Have a great day everyone! I know the people I live with got the best start ever, bet they'll laugh the whole day. Ah, I love being the spreader of joy.

Hello all

The reason why I haven't blogged my ass off lately is firstly cause I happen to need my ass, but also because yours truly just started work. Truth, I am no longer a full-time bum, I am now working in a Call-centre for a Norwegian phone company, Tele2. No, not the one that calls out annoying the hell of people, not a phone-seller, I work in customer-service helping people with the problems they might have. And, even though I wouldn't think so before starting, I love the job. Well, so far it was more learning than doing, but I was out there taking phones, and I don't find it bad at all. One thing though, is that you need to learn so goddamn much! Some computer-programs are reaaaally bad.

Anyway, just wanted to poke you and say that I'm alive. So. Consider this text a poke.

A little help?

I now am in a situation, that is.. rather stupid, if I might say so myself. The story is this: My pc died some weeks ago, and we delivered it for repair, since I am going to another part of the country rather soon, we discussed buying a mini-pc that I would have first, and then eventually my two small siblings would get it, as I got my old pc back, or we could do it so that I got the small pc. and my siblings got the big one. Nevertheless, we all counted on the pc being gone for months, as it always is. So, after a while, so yesterday, my dad bought this mini pc and brought it home to me. It`s an Acer Aspire 1410, and I really like it. It`s even got Windows 7 Home Premium, and it is adorable! It`s tiny, but not too tiny. What I really dislike with my old HP is that it`s huuuge and heavy, and everytime I have to take it somewhere I sigh loudly and get totally exhausted. What a monster.

Anyway, today, the day after he bought the mini-pc, my old pc is suddenly back from repair. And now I`m stuck with the choice, the new tiny, cute, adorable mini-pc (with Windows 7!:D) oor my good ol` HP? For those interested, the HP is called HP Pavillion Dv9000, and it`s 3 years old, and as new it was a pretty damn good pc, a pretty pricy one as well. It`s a widescreen, so basically a monster. But a monster that I got kinda found of.

The bad thing is, if I wanna play something, or edit photos, I understood that the mini-pc will suck and not be even a tiny bit good. But how often do I play? I can tell you that that aint often. And I am no pc expert, but pc experts always say, that using a mini-pc as your main pc can get kinda annoying? However, as I understood it this is a good mini-pc. Well, if anyone have good tips or strong opinions, please write, I really need advice here. God, what a luxury-problem, imagine the poor people in Africa that doesn`t even get food, and here I am complaining about having 2 PCs to chose between? Yep, I feel bad.

For the record: I travel more than the average person, I think, and therefore the small kinda appeals much to me. Imagine just fitting it in the purse. Sigh..

So, which would you chose?

Ach du scheiße

Today I did something creepy, something that makes me soso nervous, and something that can no longer be undone (well, in theory I bet it can be undone, but the 175 euros I payed will not be undone, and that would be a massive waste of money). So, let`s cut to the case. I signed up for TestDaF, Test Deutsch als Fremdsprache, so basically a Germanexam for the level B2/C1. A test where I will be tested in my understanding of hearing, reading, where I will talk, and where I will write a longer text. This will happen in June, and I`m pretty damn nervous already. Not too worried about the reading and hearing-part, but talking kinda freaks me out. And it`s so hard to get yourself to practise alone, with your self (anyone wanna practise with me, yes, yes?), but I guess(/hope) that I will feel the exam constantly breathing in my neck reminding me to do something!

Tomorrow I`m gonna partheey with friends, and we`re gonna try to make coctails, will be interesting. And I really have something to celebrate, listen to this..

I got work! Someone hired me, I got a job, a real job! Me! A JOB! Starting 18th of May in a customer-service place for a phonecompany, so a callcenter basically. Oh man, I can`t wait, will be awesome! Moving then, to a place where it`s 15 minutes to an airport, and 5 Euros to fly to Berlin. Am I happy? Hell yeees! I am so sorry to not translate this expression, but.

HÆLA I TAKET!!

Now, I`ll go do something for my future. At least I like to think that it`s good for me to watch German drama-series, haha.

Ok, so..

Back in Norway! And I just had my first job-interview ever. How was it? Actually not that bad, the woman interviewing me was so nice, makes everything easier. So if things goes as I want I`ll soon have a job! Oh my, imagine! Let`s hope I made a good impression :)

If I get this job I`ll move to southern Norway, and I`ll live 15 minutes away from an airport. An airport that has routes also from Ryanair, which is perfect. Then I fly to Berlin for less money than I pay to get to Oslo. I`m talking 10€. Would be totally awesome. Please cross your fingers for me :)

Just a small whatever to show people that my blog is not dead. :)

Tudelidu ^^

A small present

Unfortunatley the present is just for my Norwegian readers, given the fact that this cannot be translated.

So pretty many years ago I made my fist email account, maybe it was even just the second or third, I don`t know, and it is not of importance. What is important is that I was young. Let`s say around 14. As I today logged on to this old mail, just to check, sometimes something useful comes there, it turns out I sent some crap out to my contacts, spam. Some shit happened to my account that I don`t know what was, so while trying to find out how to stop this, and how to change password, I come to my profile. Remember what I said, it`s OLD, I was FOURTEEN. Now, sorry to all of you who don`t understand Norwegian. From here on you won`t understand a shit, but you can imagine Trolldis as fourteen, ps: imagine at own risk, I won`t take the blame for images that hunts you.

PROFIL:

NAVN:
Kall meg Susanne, du... ;D ;D


OM MEG:
Hår : Brunt m striper
Auge : Brun, Grønn og Blå
Høgde : Ca. 1,60 (ell lavde?)

Jau! Om meg.. tja..:P Eg e morsom veffal;DD e no d folk seie..:) Mn.. Viss d e noke du v vite, so e da berre å ta kontakt vettø:D øh..... "Alkohol løser ingen problemer, men det gjør ikke melk heller;)" "Det er bedre å drite på seg en gang iblant, enn å eksplodere av forstoppelse..:P" "Bombing for peace, is like fu*king for virginity!"

YRKE:
Skule..:P Yess liksom... :P

INTERESSER:
På TV'n: C.S.I. oxo diverse komedieserier..
I Magen: Pizza, Moussaka, Junk Food, Taco, og MASSE snop!:P
I stereoen: Nightwiiiish..:D
Sitte på dass!!:P

Tilbake til virkeligheten: Når ein lese sånt veit ein ikkje heilt om ein skal le eller grine, eg, for min del, lo so eg grein. Erre MULIG liksom? Vel, alt eg kan sei er at eg er glad those days are over, og eg håpar dokke fekk dokke ein liten latter, eller headdesk, alt etter som. Vel, no må eg gå og bearbeide mine ungdomsår, og prøve og gjer det på ein måte som ikkje gjer så veldig vondt. Tudelidu, og ha ein fin kveld vidare, om det framleis er mulig...

Ta-da

A new design on my blog! Not 100% there yet, but soon. Which, by the way, I will take around zero credit for. I guess it`s no secret that my boyfriend is alot better on this than I am, so thanks alooot to you :) Got kinda nice, didn`t it? I like it. Kinda very white. Almost like metal-Trolldis went.. boyband-Trolldis? Achwell, I too, as everyone else has a side that`s not black. (Guess this already came up when I was blogging about Lady GaGa? Dignity, where did you go?).

Soo I hope y'all will keep reading my blog, and that the whiteness aint burning your eyes.

I guess I can just fill you in on my last week. Went to the movies, for example. Saw Shutter Island, which was kinda crazy. Good-crazy, bad-crazy? I think I land on good-crazy, cause it was not a bad film. Completely sick, but not bad :) Worth watching? Well.. I guess so. Pst, ladies and gentlemen, this here is the reason why I`ll never become a movie-reviewer. Just, yeah.

I was in Munich yesterday, taking a daytrip with my sunshine, and good for us he wasn`t the only sunshine yesterday, cause the weather was.. legend - wait for eeet - dary.( I guess How I met your Mother jokes aint working that good written, on a blog. Hm.Oh, about that, watch How I met your Mother, it rocks:). Let`s say that the temperature was two digits, on the plus-side. Oh the warmth! So how did I find Munich?

Olympiapark - much dogshit, simply. One sad thing in life is that when writing "much" on a blog, how can someone know how much it really was? I`ll try to describe it with more words. You have to watch every step, every single step, not to step in a dogpoop. If you don`t watch, you step in one. I bet I stepped in like 20 yesterday, even though I did watch. Did you get now just how much dogpoop it was? Good, then I continue.

The city in itself was nice, of course, nice buildings, went inside a church, Frauenkirche, also very lovely. And very huge, holy moly! I`m not religious, but some churches are simply stunning, this was one of them. So I liked the city :) I would still say Frankfurt is nicer, and Leipzig. But not bad, really not bad. And just to make some fun of Bayrisch: Bayrisch sounds funny. When the whoever-drives-the-subway says something out loud, you just sit there "what the fuck did he just say?". Even my boyfriend, who`s FROM Bavaria sat like that, totally not understandable. Not at all.

I`m glad I wasn`t there alone, the main station was totally messy and not easy to understand, I could go wild there anyday. But other than that, lovely :)

The three hours in train seemed like nothing when I could look at the lovely nature, and the gorgeous houses. I wanna live in one of these "when I grow up". Dreamhouses!!

They are probably pricy. If I win the lotteries, and a pretty solid amount the first thing I buy will be one of these lovely thingies. The beauty!

So I guess I`m done blabbing about everything and nothing now, so now tudelu and have a nice day and stuffies :)

Since last time..

So, I haven`t been so active on the blog-front lately. There`s some good reasons for that, for example boyfriend, Germany, boyfriend.. And some gaming. I`m guessing the family of my boyfriend doesn't wanna play Monopoly with me anymore. (Yes, I tend to win. And also - when I don`t I tend to be... let`s say ... a tiny, tiny bit grumpy. It`s a small piece of the truth at least.). Other than that I've been losing in Civilization IV and in UNO, and.. in other games. And I`ve been shopping and trying to learn better German. Seems the last part is a problem when I am afaid to open my mouth, but it's going the right way :)

Other than thaaat I was to the movies, watching this very cool German film called Friendship. It's about a couple of dudes from DDR going to USA for the first time after the Berlin wall fell.. I liked it :) And sometime in the future (next week or so) we`re planning a trip to Munich or something like that, would be cool.

And oh, our lovely dog had to take an operation (stood between that and putting her to sleep forever). Get well you lil` charming thing!

Look, she`s even adorable when looking like a lamp:

Gonna go back to playing and stuff, so tudelu, have a nice day ^^

Naziregime

LiveJournal is clearly a naziregime. Of course nazi isn`t a word to be throwing around like some kinda toy. It`s a strong word, a word that makes many people shiver, a word that you don`t wanna hear around you, a word you`d rather forget. However, the naziregime of today is here, maybe you didn`t know, but it was here all along.

A friend of mine doesn`t use blogspot, she uses LiveJournal, and obviously it`s some quite cool stuff. Of course I wanna follow her blog, so I ask her. What`s the address? She gives it to me, but tells me most are written for "friends" anyway, and that I can`t read then. So much for being yer friend, huh? "Friends only", pff, was sharing candy, farts and secrets through the childhood not enough to be your friend? Me, as a normal blogspot-user obviously have no rights to be reading her blogs through that page. Then the LJ-gestapo will eat me alive or torment me til I die.To be quite honest I`d prefer to get tormented til death, between the teeth of LJ-gestapo is the last place in the would I wanna die.

She wanted to follow me, though. Maybe our friendship can be saved, maybe we can find a way to trick the LJ-gestapo. She tries, she tries. NO WAY, she cannot read outside LJ borders, maybe there`s a huge, mental brick wall there, if you try to pass.. you know what happens (that is, if you know some German history, if not - come on dude, even I know that!). Hitler has come back to live to lead the LJ-REICH! To draw the lines, to make the rules, to allow one, and just one way of life. It is no way anymore, the boarders are too strong.

So there it went, our friendship, all our years of laughter, and tears, all the years of all the beautiful things we shared. Gone. Like bombed with a huge atom-bomb, like shot by the gestapo. I am BRD, she is DDR. There is no way for us to meet anymore. Goodbye.

PS: Still up for pizza tomorrow?

When you thought it was bad from before

Ok so earlier today I wrote about my morning, the bus passing me, no other bus, blablablaa. And I thought it was bad. However, as I mentioned this episode to my stepfather he thought for two seconds, and told me he probably knows who this busdriver was, and that he probably did it on purpose.

Let me fill you in. Before my stepfather was married, let`s call his ex Veronica. Veronica`s uncle is the bus-driver. Let`s call him John. John and my stepfather were good friends at that time. They had a pretty good relationship actually. However, my stepfathers relationship with Veronica was not good. In fact, it was very bad. Veronica spent all day watching tv, doing nothing around the house. All day. Nothing. When my stepfather was away cause of work, the kids could do what they wanted, be up as long as they wanted. Hell, she might even leave all kids alone to go out do something herself. When my stepfather came home from work after a certain period of time he came home to a house that looked like it went through World War III. When he was depressed she laughed in his face, no, when he was deeply depressed she laughed in his face. He had gotten himself into a bad, bad marriage.

One day my stepfather decided to leave this witch, try to get a happier life somewhere. Then he found my mum. When my mum decided to move to him, Veronica had already managed to do her bullshit. She told her and his kids, all small, that he had had an affair with my mum years ago, and that they have a kid together. The six year old is still trying to find the sibling she didn`t yet meet. Do you shove these lies in the faces of small kids?

Before my mother even got to move up her for real, Veronica made sure to make my stepfathers brother, mother, father, everyone hate mum, cause of the lies Veronica spread. Lies with no roots in the truth, however good you look for it.

And the bus-driver? Since the divorce not a single word to my stepfather. He knows where we live, though, and therefore probably didn`t stop on this stop on purpose. I probably looked like my mother. I believe it is true, it is what happened. In a place like this the same bus-drivers drives through all the time, people knows people. When my stepfather says that only one bus-driver is so mean that he can do such a thing, it is probably that way. Every single bus-driver I`ve met up here has been great, happy, talkative and incredibly funny. This one is clearly the biggest asshole on the planet. Letting me stand there in the rain, cause he does not approve of my stepfathers new fiancee. How professional. Not stopping cause he does not want me to ride with his bus. I can tell you one thing - I am incredibly shocked over how someone can behave.Had I been a bit more daring, I would have done anything in my power to get him fired. I would have sent the bill I will receive straight to the bus-company, I would demand that this asshole gets consequences for doing such a thing on purpose.

With such messed up heads I`m wondering if this family has been doing inbreed as long back as it goes? Burn in hell, you filthy, shithead of a bus-driver.

This is how your day gets ruined

You have an appointment, one of those that costs money pr hour. Lets say a doctors appointment. You usually walk to the center of the town, takes around 45 minutes, it`s a refreshing walk. Well, today you don`t wanna walk, the weather is the worst you`ve seen in months, and there`s a bus going around when you need it. It`s perfect, you decide to take the bus.Since this is early on the day you need to do something drastic about when you wake up your alarm-clock is on. You wake up very early, and do all your morning duties. You still consider walking, but you see that the weather will drown you before you`d even reach to get out of the driveway, so you decide to go outside 10 minutes before the bus comes. After all you don`t even know when the bus will be right outside your house, so you take good time rather than coming to late, missing the bus would be crap, right?

10 minutes goes, you regret going out so early, you`re already soaking wet, and your jacket doesn`t hold out a drop of water. However, it`s soon coming, it has to. 5 minutes goes, 10.. 15 minutes more.. and way over there, you see the bus coming towards you. A small smile spreads on your face and you start digging out your wallet. As your bus closes up, however, you see that it`s not breaking down or making any attempt to stop and put you on, so you wave at it. However it still doesn`t drive slower. The bus-driver looks at you and points backwards. It`s not the first time you see that, obviously a bus is right behind it that will pick you up. You assume it will be there any minute, so you keep holding your wallet, and your headset remains half on your ears and half off, so you can hear what the bus-driver will tell you when you go on. Aaany second now.

Obviously any second became to any minute, and any minute turned out to be never. No other bus came, not in 1 minute, not in 2, not in 5, 10 or 15. You became more and more wet, and even your sweater was soaking wet now. Your shoes luckily were pretty damn good, so two small parts of your body was dry. After 20 minutes the anger and the fear to drown bubbled up inside you, so you screwed it. The stupid bus, you went inside. This way you wouldn`t die.

Well inside stripped down from all the soaking wet clothes you gathered the courage to call and say you wouldn`t make it. You really hated to call these phones, but ok, it`s the least you can do. You found the phone, and then digged up some numbers on internet.. You dialed the number and... it turned out to be the wrong one. You looked other places for numbers, however it`s the same everywhere. So.. hurray.

The person whos day started like this.... She`s not happy, and probably won`t be the whole day. And she`ll get a bill in her mailbox for an appointment she never attended.

Tudelu now!

Hello world!

It's incredible how isolated you feel without internet. Now I've had three days without, and I guess the only reason I survived was through crappy internet on my phone, where I could chat abit on msn, and mostly just that. But it's not that easy to get around without internet. Firstly, when you're curious about weather, news and those thing, you can just remain curious, or make sure to reach the daily weather-and newsreports at a certain time on telly. Another thing is that when you wanna know bustimes, ferrytimes or things like it, you just.. can't. In my case I had to ask a friend to check it and then send me an sms with the times on. It worked, but iiisolateed!

A third thing is that internet clearly stands for a big percentage of my day. So when it was away it took some time for me to realize just that. Original plan: chatting with boyfriend. So I had to replace the plan with something else. After alot of thinking I thought I could catch up with some German series.. online. Plan in garbage. But I could always read abit about... ah, na, online, plan cancelled. When I finally found something to do, watch some series that was on my harddisc, I got kinda happy and plant my butt gooood in the sofa, and prepare to start season 1 of How I Met Your Mother. But no, something screwed up with the codec in media player, so I can't watch it, actually, I can't watch one single episode of one single series on my harddisc. And for watching that, I need another player. So yes, plan cancelled - and of course I couldn't go through with it before internet was back. But I got through it somehow, and I can happily announce that I'm still alive.

So now, I feel a great pleasure to say hello to the world once more - it feels like it's been forever.

Ich bin wieder!

Ja, genau. Hier bin ich. In Norwegen. Nimmer in Deutschland. And that's the German you get today, if I do more I'm sure to do some embarrasing mistake, and some German will visit this blog and die inside. And then die outside, and I end up being a killer. Enough about that.

The second trip to Berlin airport was sucessful, and I actually arrived. With my luck the latest days I wouldn`t have be surprised if I`d have booked a flight for the sixth of January 2011. So in fact, I was one year and one day to early, not just one day. It went fine, I should stop writing stupid nonsense now.

Christmas and newyear in Germany was fantastic, of course mostly because I got to spend it with my love. With him I could celebrate christmas and newyear anywhere. But the German christmastraditions, the lovely, lovely Weihnachtsmarkt - I can`t describe it with words somehow. I`ll give you pictures as soon as I bother. Maybe laters, maybe tomorrow, maybe.. who knows? I don`t.

Much of the christmas went to playing cards, playing UNO, playing Activity, and laughing my ass of when doing all these things. I also took lovely walks outside in the snow, and played funny games on pc. I had a great time, as simple as that. It's not the last year I celebrate christmas in Germany, that's for sure.

I promise pictures will come :)

I`ve never felt more stupid

Nor, annoyed.. And angry? Hm. Yes, maybe.

Today is the day I've been dreading for three weeks, leaving Germany. So of course yesterday was dedicated to.. crying and.. crying, and then some more of that. I pack, and today I wake up early to reach trains and get my ass to Berlin, so that I can fly back to Norway.

I take the tearful farewell with schatzi, and I`m off to 3,5 hours with train. Went fine, and I arrive in one piece at the airport. I go to the checkin, and put my papers on the counter. After the dude in the counter watched the papers and me sometimes, he said that it's the fifth of January today. I agreed, why should I argue on the date. "Yes?", I said. He pointed at my papers showing me something that made me feel kinda... well, yes, crap. My travel was the sixth. How can I do that wrong? How is it even possible? I called my boyfriend starting with exactly these words "this is so embarrasing". And it was. We decided that it's best if I go back, that would be another 3,5 hours of train. What else could I do, really? I jumped on the first train and went back to him. And here I am now, feeling so, so stupid. Wishing that I'd notice before! Imagine what pleasure, noticing yesterday that I have not one, but two more days here. Hmf. The pleasure wasn`t overwhelming on the airport.

At least I learnt a lesson. Doublecheck. Ten times. Minimum.

Just a tiny, tiny..

wish for a happy new year :)Or should we take the German version? Guten Rutsch? :P Or even "Gesundes neues jahr?". Healthy new year?:D Do I have bad humor, or does it really sound kinda funny? Maybe it´s lame, sorry, I´m tired.

I will come with some kinda 2009-whatevers, but I´m not actually swimming in time, so it will come.. sometime. Til then! Tudelidu!

Am I alive?

I think so. I might be wrong. Was I drunk yesterday? Why is my mouth all dry, if I wouldn`t remember anything from yesterday that`d be a fair guess, bloody drunk, but no. Just awake all night, and not because I chose to.

What kind of luck is that? I had two flights that had to go, at ok times. The first one was delayed, but what did I care? It made my 6 hours in Oslo to five hours in Oslo. I was ok with that. I buy a book, read, make the time pass fast, I`m really glad, not stressed (unusual), and ready as an egg to jump on the flight to Berlin and scoop further to my final destination, where I would be at around 12 in the evening. It would become a damn long day, but what did I care? I was prepared for that, right?

Everything changes when I notice that the flight to Berlin is 45 minutes delayed. Normally it wouldn't kill anyone, just one small detail made it crucial this time. I wouldn't reach the last train. I'd have to sleepover at Berlin airport, and I was not ready for that in any way. What I was ready for was my boyfriend, and a bed, neither of which would be there at Berlin airport with me. I'd be there with a suitcase to guard, a backpack to guard and a hell of a lot on my mind - like my boyfriend and a bed. Sooo, any of the people who knows me care to take a guess of what happened? I am not the most calm person when it comes to these things, hell, I checked trainroutes weeks in advance so I'd know where to go off, when to go off, what's the enddestinations of the trains I'm following, what are their numbers, etc. I want to know how things goes, what happens when, I need to have a plan. My plan was stepped on and thrown in the toilet. I went over the factors that was indeed the truth. I would be stuck at Berlin airport, I would have no way to get to Leipzig before the next morning, taxi is out of the question (I don't even wanna think about how pricy), walking is out of the question. There are no options, none at all. Soo, the frustration starts boiling inside me, I have to calm really much down to not have some kinda sick breakdown in front of all the other passangers who are most likely just as pissed as I for coming late to Berlin. I managed it aswell. But not with gracefulness, but with anger, sadness and rude, rude behaviour. There was maybe still a small window where I'd reach a train, perhaps. However hopeless it is to hope for luck, that's what I could do. That, of course, was just until the flight gets even more delayed, and this time with no hope - none whatsoever - of reaching a train.

I went over the facts again. What the hell is the point of this again?! What could I do? I could go on the flight, coming out in Berlin, hoping that the airport would indeed be open 24/7, so I wouldn't get raped and killed on top of everything.

And then, as an angel from high, high, high - very high - higher - you get the picture - above: My boyfriend, who had used the time where I yelled at him, and everone other that I was in contact with, to do some research, what could he possibly do to get me out of this mess, and this hell of having to spend the night at the airport all alone in a foreign country? He checked whether it was possible for him to come, and the trainroutes said yes. So he was willing to come there and spend the whole night in Berlin with me, putting everything else aside. Who cared if he had to go to uni just right after we came home - and then without any sleep the whole night? Seemes he didn't. Hurray, hurray, I was saved. No rapes this time!

I boarded to Berlin, flew to Berlin, landed in Berlin (note: 1 hour and 20 minutes after route), and got my luggage. Hasted some to get to buy traintickets, cause we decided we'd rather hang at Hauptbahnhof than at the airport. I come to the trainticket-thingie and said where I wanted to go. B - E - R - L - I - N. Hauptbahnhof? the ticketthingie asked. Easy as pie, I thought, pressing the "Hauptbahnhof" button and got to the payment. 2,50€ I had to pay, and I had no cash. I used my Visa then, assuming it'd work. But no. "This card cannot be used". Frick, frick, frick, I thought trying to think what I could do. Time was passing all the time, and I really had to get this damn ticket out. Then I see the second angel from high - high - you get the idea - above for the evening, an ATM, hurray, hurray. I approach it and take out 20 euros, then I have some extra as well. I go back to the ticketthingie putting the 20 euro note inside, but it doesn't take long time before it comes out, and the screen tells me that the money is too big. Mother of all that is holy!! What day is this, I start to wonder? I am actually so annoyed that I get back to the atm trying to take out 5 euros more, so that the stupid moneyeater would get the money served the way he liked it most. Like last time I went to the ATM, I didn't even have time to think about that this probably was the most expensive ATM in Germany to be taking out money with a Norwegian Visa card. God knows how much percentage they take of the amounts I take out. Nevertheless, of course that ain't working either, 5€ is too low. COME ON! 10€? Nope, the ugly machine in front of me tells me clearly that I can't do that either. Too low. SO, for the xth time this day I go through the situation in my head. The ticketthingie won't accept my card, it won't accept my cash, and I don't have a EC card like most Germans have. Am I at an airport or am I not? Shouldn't this be easy for tourists? The senile solution was like it was, I couldn't do anything. So what could I do?

As I saw it it was.. well. One option. Stop some random person asking if they could change my 20 into smaller. A tiny problem is that my one solution didn't actually appeal to me. I don't actually love doing those things, especially not in Germany, on German. But after thinking for some seconds I kinda realized that that was all I could do, until I saw the third angel of the day (not that I would call the ATM an angel after it was treating me like an ass, but.. fine, the third thing that for me appeared like an angel - at that time). A small kiosk nicely placed in the corner there. So I figured the dude working in the kiosk at the airport, had to know enough English to be able to understand me when I wanted to change my 20 into two tens. I go to the kiosk, wait, wait, wait. I understand enough German to read the sign over the counter. No changing. That's when I really wondered if I came to hell, of if I did land in Berlin like planned? I kept my head cold and pretended like I wanted to buy things from the start on. I looked fastly around on the temptations he sold, and decided that a small drink was ok. And with that, I got exactly the money I needed, to buy that damn ticket finally! And this train I did reach. I went off at the right place, and met my love. At that point I saw that it really didn't matter if I didn't get even one minute of shuteye throughout the night. We were together, that was what mattered.

So I got a small Berlin sightseeing in the middle of the night, and it was cosy really. Brandenburger Tor does look good in the night, so does the parliament :) And I will forever be greatful for McDonalds thats open all around the clock. And the entertaining people sleeping in the weirdest positions you can imagine. And most of all my boyfriend, of course! What could have become the worst night of my life, actually got quite cosy in the end.

And what does one sleepless day matter when there's plenty of others to take from? I'm in lovely Germany now, Leipzig is white, and today I'm gonna go absolutely crazy on Weihnachtsmarkt. It will be nice, and I'm looking so much forward to it! Now, if you excuse me I have some sleeping to do... a 26-hour travel without sleep kindof makes you tired!

Sleeping beauty

I go so far as to call myself sleeping tonight "sleeping beauty", of course it doesn't match, not even a bit. Snoring and drooling, face looking like I'm a pig, a cow, or what do I know. Clearly as far away as a "beauty" that is possible. HOWEVER, compared to how I looked when I woke up, I must have looked great asleep. Or maybe not even, somewhere the looks of what met me from the mirror in the morning must have.. gotten there somehow, I guess gradually throughout the night. NEVERTHELESS, sleeping beauty it is now.

When I woke up I felt my eye didn't want to open, I had to use all the power you could imagine just to get it up, and as I did, it was just.. a tiny, tiny opening where I could see through, and clearly? No. To watch clearly I have to use my fingers to force my eye open.

I didn't use the mirror before I walked out to meet the rest of the family though, and the look on their faces told me what I suspected. I do really look like a monster. Their eyes, big and surprised, and their silence when they stared at me.. I could just as well have had three eyes (which in fact, I would prefer). "Just spill it, I look like crap, don't I?". They didn't wanna say it - vocally - but they didn't have to.

"I guess you don't wanna come with us shopping, then", mum asked - more stated. I guess she was right. My cute lil' brother suggested that I could use sunglasses. But monster or not - I'm not gonna sink that low. Sunglasses in December? Please.

And this, 10 minutes of.. endless staring and endless silence, I decided that I should probably take a look in the mirror. Maybe it wasn't that bad - I could always hope. I knew that the struggle I went through to keep my eyes open wasn't for nothing. So I approach the mirror, and, sure enough. No friggin way I'm showing my face outside the house today, I might have been the reason for crashes, serious traffic accidents. Kids screaming, losing their sleep for a month from today - after all this was a walking evidence that trolls does exist. Falls, breaking feet, hands, getting bruises on asses. I simply wouldn't be good for the environment - not today.

I'll give you an idea, watch at your own risk.

I would like it if for once, the picture could show how big the damage really is, but it's mildened. Guess that's whats best for my readers aswell. Just so you know - my other eye aint perfect either, but I'm not complaining. At least it works.

A kinda fun fact is that this is the first picture of myself that I ever publish on my blog. I am not photogenic, but I can tell you that this aint my best shot. If it wouldn't be a strong insult to every korean out there, I'd say that my fucked up eye looks kinda korean - but, since I find koreans very pretty, I wouldn't wanna insult them like that. It's totally undeserved!

A small thing that annoys me though. Why do I always get these sick facial-changes always abit before I go to Germany?! When I go to Germany I'm supposed to look like a princess for my price - but no. Last time I got a strong allergic reaction about a week before I went to Germany. I still had rashes all over my face when I arrived, how lovely, And now, my eye doesn't really look like an eye anymore, if an eye, then an eye that went though a dreadful fight to a famous boxer, an eye that got filled with poisonous liquids when I was asleep, an eye that survived an attempt of getting torn out of the eyehole. Not the eye of a princess. Let's all pray that I do look like a person again within ten days. The rash that I also got now (probably due to an allergic reaction again) can also say tudelu and dissappear from my life - and if I get really lucky - take the pimples to join the travel.

I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens to my eye. I hope I didn't give any of you sleepless nights because of the picture - I promise I won't come chase you or eat you or anything.