Come on, come on, it's the end of the world.

And just to add some sense to this post: I love this week, I really do. And that's it.

And you will always be with me.

Today has been an eventful day. As the picture suggests, I got my tattoo today. In the picture it still looks a bit sore and bloody, but I'm happy about it. You can't see it in the picture, but it's placed on my left wrist. And just to answer a question I know I'll get at some point: Nope, it didn't hurt at all. It was a bit uncomfortable, but that was it. In fact, I burst into laughter when I realized that that small stinging sensation was what everybody has made such a fuss about.
So, a dragon tattoo is not the most original thing, but that's really not the case. So what's the story? The tattoo is based on a necklace I gave to my best friend when I left Norway, for her to keep while we were apart. She drew me the sketch of the necklace. And why today? Why, it's that same great person's birthday!  
Happy birthday Siri dear!!!

As for other big events for today.. I ate pizza! Two whole slices!! If you don't know me and my eating habits well, don't even try to understand the significance. Let's just say that I'm a tiny bit picky about food.

That's all I've got for you tonight! Sleep well, or good mornin'.. Whatever fits you at the moment. :]

Life is good.

Life will be good because:
-I'm going over to Farfar's tomorrow
-In two days or so, I'm getting a tattoo. (Mom, if you're reading this, (Please don't be reading this, please don't be reading this..) I'm sorry. And I was going to tell you. At some point. While you're still on the other side of the Atlantic.)
-In two weeks, I'm doing two college visits to my cousins' colleges, Ithaca and Penn State.
-In May, I'm going to see SYSTEM OF A DOWN!!!! Yes, I'm just a tiny bit excited about that. And even better, Sally's coming with me. If she can convince her dad to let her go, that is.
-On June 5th I graduate.
-The day after, I start a trip around the US with my mom, unless she disowns me when she hears about my tattoo.
-Summer. Lars Erik and my Siljemonster are coming over here for three weeks, then there's the premiere of HP7 part 2, and some kind of big concert-something.
-I go home, followed by a lot of greatness, including climbing the tallest mountain in Norway and hanging out with the world's best people.

Life is good today because:
-I got at least 12 hours of sleep tonight.
-I'm playing my new Thrice album. Loudly.
-I was in New York yesterday, and am still happy about it.
-Spring is here.
-I talked to my dear Karoline on the phone, since it's her birthday (Happy Birthday Karro!).
-I have pink m&ms.
-I'll be blond again soon. (Oh, yeah, I'm temporarily a brunette. Just fyi.)
-I've made a lot of grand plans today for the time ahead, some of which you have already read.

Eight reasons for each, I don't want to bore my enormous audience with a lot of talk about why my life is so great. You know, all my.. uhm.. two readers? Three maybe? I mean, I can't lose you and end up writing just to myself, that's just a bit too sad.

Next time I attempt to cross the atlantic, I swear it'll be by boat.

 Does this look like my back yard, which I am supposed to be looking at right now?
 No? Yes?
Once again I'm stuck somewhere overnight while trying to get home. And I would be overjoyed to stay one more day in Norway, except that I have to spend it at an Oslo hotel, not at home in Vestnes. Oh, and in case you're not from Vestnes/are aware of my fantastic plans, I just stayed 48 hours in my lovely hometown, with its wonderful inhabitants. I might write about that later. Too bad I don't have pictures of people's faces when I showed up, I wasn't exactly expected there. But I have pictures, and will share them as soon as possible. In fact, I'll share just a few right now, the ones that I shot with my own camera.

Tante Aud and Sondre cutie, with the awesome hat I got him.

Amalie sweetie and me, waiting for the ferry to Vestnes

Kamillakjære, with glasses that fit her personality wonderfully.

Lars Erik and Silje, cute as ever.

Back to my incredibly bad traveling-luck.
Actually, there's not much to say. I take a one PM flight tomorrow, and when I get home I am not planning to fly anywhere else in the near future. So there.

There has been a slight change of plans..

Because though I am supposed to sit at a nice cafe in Paris now, eating croissants for breakfast, I am stuck in New Jersey. Yep, New Jersey. Was that even in my travel plans in the first place, you may ask, and the answer is hellno. Let me explain the 3 phases of yesterday.

Phase one, 4 PM ish:
Travel plan: Boston-Montreal-Paris
"I'm so sorry, but our flight to Montreal is delayed and you'll miss your connection, and all the flights to Paris are fully booked for the next few days". After a lot of running around, some unhelpful and some helpful people and a few panic attacks later:

Phase two, 9 PM ish
New Travel plan: Boston-Newark-Frankfurt-Paris
After arriving in Newark, being happy that everything worked out: "I'm sorry, we overbooked our flight, and you don't have seats. We can't help you." I go hunting for the airline I originally had tickets with. Nobody's around. I can't get a hold of anybody, I have nowhere to go.

Phase three, after midnight
Enter Sebastian. Manager-dude for United/Air Canada or one of those airlines. He did a lot of calling around and yelling at the right people, and suddenly it seemed as if I might actually get to Europe, though clearly the odds were against me.

NOW, 10.25 am
Travel plan: Newark-?-London. I think.
I got a hotelroom for the night, and am soon leaving to talk to Sebastian, as well as to get my suitcase back from the bastards who refused to give it to me last night. Hrmf.
As a finale, a picture of the best bed I have ever slept in.

We are destruction at its finest.

I'll be deaparting for Europe (Mainly France, England and Ireland) in less than an hour. Say no more.

I'm about to do something rediculously stupid, yet so fucking fantastic.

In other news.I got my semester grades today. And I have a new theory. If I hate a subject, I am bound to ace it, just as I am bound to fail the classes I love. Well, not fail, but close enough. If you didn't guess, I am not entirely happy about my grades. Next term, then. I've already started, I did all the homework due for today. Damn, was I proud. And my teachers were ecstatic, that says something about how often I do my work.

And now I'm seriously wondering if I can write just one single goddamn post without mentioning school. I've started a truly terrible trend here, guys. I swear I'll change, I swear!! Speaking of.. I swear too much. I swear to change my swearing? Uhm.. Might be in over my head on that one.