December 29, 2007: 
Waiting for the 1st of January. Waiting waiting waiting. Come on!

December 22, 2007: 
I think the worst thing I've ever had to do was what I did last night: move away from my beautiful, beautiful kitty. I'm in Trondheim now, at my parents house, with a TON of clothes but only two pairs of shoes. Ah, the logic! I've lost 5 kilos by being sick and puking my guts out and...yeah, happy about that. I'm a woman, after all. Rawr.

December 13, 2007: 
My heart feels like it's about to burst. I have my hopes up for 2008. And I'm still being an idiot on YouTube. Giggle, snort. ONE WEEK AND ONE DAY! I'm scared, excited, everything.

December 09, 2007: 
And when the day arrives
I'll become the sky
and I'll become the sea.
And the sea will come to kiss me
for I am going home.
Nothing can stop me now.

December 03, 2007: 
New design, very simple. And there's one good thing about meeting people that aren't neccesarily good for me; I've started writing again. New book, I say. I want a boyfriend for Christmas. Or a girlfriend, if she's really cool. I'm so much more comfortable with men. Must be hard/soft/mean/sweet, not mind NIN on repeat, not mind me singing Fiona Apple-songs and at least try to understand what I write - how and why. I ask for a lot. Well, maybe not. Note to self: Good should not be bad and bad should not be good. I have a strep throat and I think it's gotten me insane. I've now gone from writing status updates on Facebook that noone understands to singing "Come feel my afro".

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