Holy shit bombing in the centre of Oslo and maybe even worse; shooting on a political youth camp on an island about an hour outside Oslo. So far 17 confirmed dead all together, but they're expecting the numbers to rise. I am OK and so is everyone I know, thankfully. This is so surreal, nothing even remotely close to this has ever happened in Norway before. And two unbelievable incidents within two hours? It's hard to grasp. What I'm glad about though, if it's possible to say something like that in all this, is that the man they caught, the man that shot the kids at the camp on Utøya Island and that also had been observed outside the government buildings in Oslo before they blew up, he was white. Tall, blond and ethnically Norwegian. Because if there's one thing we certainly don't need here, it's more racism and islamophobia.
We're all gonna remember this day as long as we live. It's just so difficult to understand.
Tomorrow is Norway's constitution day, and I'm so excited. We really make a big deal out of it here, parades and flags and music everywhere. I'm wearing my national costume, which is the most beautiful and most expensive thing I own. It always turns out to be a wonderful day.
This is what O texted me Saturday night: <3
A less-that-three-heart! That is so cute and so not like him and I feel like I'm in junior high again. Contemplating whether or not I should mention it to him tomorrow or not, because if he was drunk when he did it (very likely), it will give him angst of dimensional proportions. It did make me very happy, though.
My next exam is an essay I'm handing in next Friday, but I just have such a hard time starting. I just need to finish this one and then another one that's due on the 27th and then there's summer holiday, but I know I'll sit here, every single day staring out into the air or wasting time on the internet until the deadline is almost there. I need some discipline.
Still don't have a job for the summer, realize I haven't really tried. I justify it with the fact that I work quite a lot the rest of the year. And that it's hard to get a job. And that it will probably be my last long summer off before I grow up and get a proper job and only a few weeks off. Money's gonna very tight, but as long as I can pay my rent, I'll survive on noodles or something.
In exactly three weeks I'll be drunk in the sun in Germany watching Bring me the Horizon.
The library is only open until 3, so at 4 I'm going to Ulevål to see the Vålerenga-Brann game with my sister and possibly her ex-boyfriend (that is so shy and weird he said in total four words to me over the two years they were together and I'm glad she broke up with him, but that they're still friends). I haven't been to a Tippeliga game is ages, so I'm quite excited.
I'm listening a lot to Bring me the Horizon as I'm seing them twice this summer and woah, I find myself missing metal a lot. Good thing there's a lot of it at the festival I'm goingh to in Germany in a month!
Work. Teriaky wok, the most advanced food I've made in a while. Wine with my Canada girls. Going out. Getting unusual amount of attention from men because we went to an actual club and not a cheap-beer-old-alcoholics-place like I mostly do with my other friends. Bus home. Drunkenly pack all my workout stuff.
Getting up at 8. Going to the gym despite hangover. Realize I've been working out with my sunglasses on without noticing. Meeting up with T for what was supposed to be a stretching date (she's a dancer and knows awesome stretching techniques), but only turned into a shower date. Flea market, buying books. Another flea market, buying nothing. Pizza. Going over to June, drinking cider. Meeting up with other friends. Go to a party with people we hardly know. Red wine. Sit in a corner and talk to Erik. T and I playing commentators to a hook-up about to happen in front of us. Go out with Erik and Paul. Have beer. Make out with Erik. Walk home with Erik. Make out with Erik again and walk home alone, strangely excited. Sit on my balcony alone, talking to myself.
Wake up. Get dressed and leave the house before I get the chance to notice if I'm hungover. Meeting up with June. Walk down to the harbour. Breakfast at McDonald's. Take the boat out to Bygdøy. Visit the Museum of Cultural History. Cuddle a cow and a horse and some sheep. See some old houses. Take the bus back to the city. Visit the Astrup Fearnley Museum of Modern Art. Recognize some Francis Bacon-pictures. See an art film about a naked man hitting himself and smearing ketchup on his genitals. Go visit T at work. T tells me I look good.. with Erik. Indian food in a cozy restaurant. Home. Sleep on the couch. Eat ice cream. Watch The Rock with Ash and June and reminisce about Alcatraz and San Francisco. Sleep.