Just when I think I'm king, I just begin.

There's something about these weeks between September and October. Maybe it's the lack of potato-vacation. I do miss those. How do you grown-ups survive without them?

I crashed at the same time last year.
This year I'm gonna surpass it though. Yush.

It's so weird. I love this season's weather and temperature. I love the colors. I love the wind. I love how everyone's in the middle of routines and projects. There's something safe and stable about that.
But for some reason all my silly thoughts pops up. All the evil thoughts. The irritated, slothful, hating, whining, stupid and unnecessary thoughts. All the thoughts that should be kept locked up and hidden.
I think I let most of it out on myself though, I hope I don't throw it at others too much.



["Just when I think I'm king, I just begin" - "Sat In Your Lap" by Kate Bush]

I think I will begin pretending I am a princess

I think I understand now why I love Frances Hodgson Burnett so.
I think I like how her books agrees with my own beliefs about magic.

I believe that magic exists. In our world, in this so called reality.
Only that it's so ordinary that we don't really see it.
Magic isn't shiny sparks turning people into frogs, making pigs fly or any other nature-defying tricks. Magic is your own personal accomplishments. Magic is all the changes. Magic is all the little coincidences. Magic is the strength to turn yourself around. Magic is the way you make someone else feel better.

You know what it's like to stand outside a winter morning freezing your toes off waiting for the next train. How thinking of something warm or fun will make you feel better? It's really hard, but a clever mind can do it.
And that is magic.

Both "The Secret Garden" and "A Little Princess" really are the most adorable books.
I wish for "Little Lord Fauntleroy" for Christmas...

["'I've often thought,' said Sara, in her reflecting voice, 'that I should like to be a princess; I wonder what it feels like. I believe I will begin pretending I am one.'" - A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett]

Oh my twitchy witchy girl~

So. This morning was just weird. When I finally found my way out of my warm cozy covers and my warm cozy purring cat I couldn't find my stockings. and I couldn't find my socks. And I couldn't find the shirt I wanted to wear. And I couldn't find my water bottle. And after searching and finally finding everything the time was I'll-miss-the-train'o clock, but I went anyways, 'cause then my mam will see that I tried and I wont get her pointless speech.  But I decided it didn't matter, I could eat my breakfast at the station (I always pack it with me, 'cause it takes an hour or two for me to get hungry so I'm never ready for breakfast until I've left home) and take it easy. Today's class isn't really a hard one, so I'll catch up in no time. And I've been to ALL the other ones so far. So I sat there waiting for the next train, but then I decided that this was a silly day not worth the trouble. So I went home and baked cookies instead.

I can make cookies with oat and honey. They're really tasty. ^.^

Would I make a good mam or what? With cookies and band aids and I don't know.

(Not to worry, there's no baby-plans yet, I'm just imagining the future because it's fun)

["Oh my twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice. I give you bowls of porridge and I give bowls of ice cream. I give you lots of kisses and I give you lots of hugs, but I never give you sandwiches with bugs in."- Coraline by Neil Gaiman]

Breath out

I got the best job one can possibly have.
Seriously.

I feel so lucky ^.^

I just sit there, surrounded by thousands of books and with just a few clicks on the computer I can summon almost everything (That exists in Norway mind you) when it comes to books, movies, music etc.

And people get so happy when I manage to help them find what they're looking for.
And some of them are really impressed when I fetch rare stuff from across the country.
It's just fun.
How can this really be work? I don't mind it at all.

Of course, I do my share of mistakes. I'm new, it would be weird if I did everything perfect. And I have a tendency to pounder about my mistakes several days after.
But hey, I'm learning.
And of course, I get tired and it is tiresome to please everyone, especially during rush hours when there's lots of people and everyone have some problem or demands weird stuff that I don't know how to get.
But overall I don't mind being there.

I mean really, I get paid for hanging out in the library all day.

Sometimes at school when I'm tired and stupid and can't figure out my cataloging exercises it feels kinda hopeless. So it's nice to discover that I can actually function in a real library.

Make it go away.

There'saspiderintheshowerThere'saspiderintheshower! There is a spider in the shower.

Do you know what the WORST part about spiders are? (Apart from all the other WORST parts about them).
Sometimes they suddenly move really fast and you loose sight of them.
And then
They could be ANYWHERE.

I am convinced that if I loose sight of a spider and then i.e. falls asleep it will sneak up on me and...

--- Rated PG 13 --- 
...crawl trough my ear into my brain and lay it's eggs. Then when the eggs hatch all the thousands of baby-spiders will eat my brain out and crawl out to the world trough my eyes. 
--- / ---

They sure are disgusting enough to pull that off.

I finished my shower though. A bit quicker than planned, but still.