mandag 21. januar 2013

I have seen too many movies, I have read too many books, I'm the kind that sees sun and brings an umbrella



Ute er det kaldtkaldtkalt, selvfølgelig er det kaldt, det er januar og vi bor tross alt i Norge, og dagslys er noe jeg er ute i to ganger i uken hvis jeg er heldig. Jeg begynner å bli jævlig lei av vinteren, av kulde og mørke, skjerf som blir våte og kalde av damp fra pusten min, fire lag med gensere under jakka, glattis som får meg til å bevege meg som en sterkt funksjonshemmet 80åring og helger uten morsomme planer. Jeg har ikke vært sosial utenfor jobben siden nyttårsaften, whopdido. De siste tre helgene har jeg fordrevet tiden ved å gå på tur med mamma, etterfulgt av gjentatte tap i Scrabble. Jeg ser på meg selv som en relativ god taper, men det går en grense der det å utsette seg for flere omganger med brettspill begynner å grense mot nedverdigelse. Jeg kjeder meg, jeg er rastløs og herregud som jeg lengter etter våren. Sol ute, sol inne, sol i hjertet, sol i sinnet. Ja, sånn sett bort i fra at jeg bor i Norge og sannsynligheten for massive mengder snø er like stor som sannsynligheten for sol frem til halvveis ut i mai måned.

Jeg gror fast i sofaen og dersom jeg ikke skjerper matinntaket snart (og let's face it, "skjerpe matinntaket" har vært et prosjekt siden jeg fylte 11 uten at det har medført resultater) risikerer jeg å begynne å ligne faretruende på Jabba the hut. Jeg tenker veldig mye på det jeg måbørskal men ender stort sett opp med å fordrive tiden med å lese bøker og se på tv. Pluss i boken for at jeg og mamma løp hundre meteren i stua på lørdagskvelden da (jeg var ikke full, lover).

I januar har jeg lest "Sluk" av Lars Saabye Christensen, "Jeg forbanner tidens elv" av Per Pettersson og snart er jeg ferdig meg "An Abundance of Katherines" av John Green for andre gang. John Green altså. Jeg elsker måten han skriver på. Her er noen fine sitater fra "An Abundance of Katherines":

He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.”

“How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?” 

“He missed his imagined future.”

“You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.”

“And so we all matter—maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.” 

“You can love someone so much, But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.”

“Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? … I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone, anyone, love me?”

(Credit: Nishe)

søndag 13. januar 2013

Pretty kitty

2 x fint med katt:



fredag 4. januar 2013

Nyttårsaften

Nyttårsaften feiret jeg med kjempegod middag, credz til Simen og Kjellum, bra folk, masse latter, masse shots, masse dans, masse ballonger og jævlig bra stemning. Hurramegrundt, gjør dere klare for et bildeskred (det ble åpenbart særdeles vanskelig å holde kameraet nok i ro til å ta klare bilder utover kvelden):

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