I Danmark gjorde jeg lite av dette: Sove, Spise, Puste.
Hvem trenger vel primærbehovene?
Selvrealisering all the way, baby!

Yet how splendidly, how radiantly the world’s monotony is interrupted now and then by the book of a genius, a comet, a crime, or even simply by a single sleepless night.
V.N.

Denmark

It’s taking me such a long time to pack, because my brain is suddenly functioning very slowly. Too slowly for my fingers actually, so I keep typing wrong and have to put it right again.
I’m going to Copenhagen with my art school tomorrow to visit galleries. I’ve packed books for the bus ride, I’ve remembered that.
And I’ve arranged to meet one of my cousins who lives there. Her boyfriend is a baker from France, and she said we might make a dinner! I hope I can get time off from the galleries. The other’s will probably go out to drink in the evenings anyway, I can sneak off to cook food! Yes.

Since this whole packing thing takes such a long time and I can’t remember what one should bring I’ve brought Benedicte into my room and put her in a chair with a comic (Shortcomings), just to keep me company. It’s nice.

I'll be back on saturday if anyone needs me:)

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I experienced something beautiful yesterday that only lasted for about a minute, but I doubt I could describe it, even in Norwegian. It had something to do with vapour on the windows after boiling lots of water and music coming from the floor.

I went to two flea markets today and...

yesterday I played poker together with six library school students. I won a bottle of chilli oil and ate too much chocolate. It was nice. I also got this:

for my birthday by the hostess. I can’t use it because of my arms, but it’s still amazing. You have to click the eyes, and they move around in the sockets when you lift it up.

Kvelder

Disse kveldene hvor vi:
legger oss ned på kjøkkengulvet for å lytte etter naboen
hvor vi lager pai og kake og te
hvor vi ler og kanskje likevel
er helt alene

time

I’m not as impatient as I used to be. I used to want everything all at once, like, I wanted to become an author RIGHT NOW, but it takes time it takes time it takes time. Everything does; my arms, my feet, my back, my life. My life will take all the time there is for me.

This room looks so much better with pillows. Mmm, colours.

Ha!

I’ve made a cake. It’s a very tasty cake, it’s made of chocolate. And now I’ve decorated it with more chocolate. I’ve walked around in Oslo (even though it hurts), bought pretty pillows in different colours and picked a lot of chestnuts in the park, to put on the table. Decorating, you know, that is my soul.

Right now I’m making a lentil soup with Anne, and tomorrow I’ll make falafel. I’ve finished the first draft of Comic Manuscript nr. 2 and I’m happy.

I was at the doctor yesterday, and she checked all the joints in my body and found several hypermobile ones. She told me the inflammation in my arms and feet is all because of them. So I’ll listen to Viv’s advice and stay away from Yoga. Yep.

Birthday soon

I like cycling around in Oslo, there’s so much leaves on the ground, half of it there andhalf  in the trees. And you know what autumn smells like, it smells like a mixture of rotten apples and smoky winter. I cycle through it all.

I printed out my novel again, and on everyone’s advice I’ll send it to publishers. I feel a bit like D: I have a feeling I already know what they’ll say, and since I do there’s no real point in sending it to them.
And there’s something so strange about holding your own novel in your hands, I mean, feeling the real weight of your own words. They’re always heavier than you thought, but whether it’s because you said something important, or just said too much, who knows

Next Sunday I’ll turn twenty one, which is a big thing to be. I’ll make lots of cake and have some kind of party, and hope it goes away quietly.

Og løvet langs gatene lukter søtt, som halvråtne epler

En gutt i klassen reparerte sykkelen min, og jeg sykler. Mye. Jeg er stort sett glad for tiden, et par ting plager meg, men sånn er det alltid.
Å sparke i løvet gjør meg glad, å sykle i sola gjør meg glad. Å bake eplekake, å lese barnebøker, å jobbe på kinoen min.
Jeg går tur med Anne, drikker kakao med Rune og lager middag med Ida. Stekt sild og poteter.
Jeg har lest fem bøker og tre tegneserier siden forrig uke, og nå er armene så bra at jeg får lov til å skrive igjen. Jeg beveger meg forsiktig i riktig retning, mot trærne, zeppelineren og hustakene med duer.Jeg er glad.