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I'm currently trying my best to eat a whole bowl of rice. It's proving difficult. Rice is good, but a whole bowl of it isn't. I've put some soy sauce on it though. I need to eat the entire bowl! It's good for me. I have to. Amagad, there is so much rice left in this bowl. I'm not even hungry anymore. Damn.
-picks at the rice with her fork-
So. Anyway. I've washed the house today, yes yes. Vacuumed and washed. It's amazing what fragrance of soap can do for a house though. I almost feel it cleaning itself up the moment I open the soap bottle. It smells kinda nice. Pine tree. Uhuh.
Goddamn though, it was hard work.
Ouf. This rice is making me wanna die, a little bit. More soy sauce. I felt kinda silly washing the floor in the lounge. We have some carpenters outside, building a new hallway and stuff. I had a plummer's crack the size of grand canyon, and I bet they all saw it and laughed. Well well. Maybe I just like having a plummer's crack. You'll never know.
My hand is still sore from having made all those toasts this weekend. Yesterday, my thumb was kinda blue too. But it's still sore. I'm never going to volunteer for kitchen-service again. Well. Who knows, maybe I will. It was pretty amusing. Better than emptying spitbuckets. God, the thought makes me retch. Erf.
Tomorrow I absolutely have to call a councilor at the University. It's vital. I might want to study in Copenhagen, Mom has kinda realised that for me. Last night I sort of had a little breakdown at the dinner table. But they forced me, really. Mom thought I looked abit sad, so she was adamant about finding out why. She's never like that. Anyway, she made me cry like a baby. And then she realised she's been a bad mom. After having realised that (I've been trying to tell her for ages, in clear words, and all of a sudden, when I refuse to talk about what's wrong, she gets it. Amazing.) she almost rubbed my contacts out of my eyes with cuddling. Yes, I know it sounds abit .. weird, but that's how she is. I had to tell her to let me go. Then she cried like a baby, and I had to call H to get him to come talk to me about our problems, which was one of the reasons for me being sad in the first place. So when he came, we talked, he left, Mom came down and asked if everything was alright, cause she didn't want me to be all snot and tears. Which was nice.
My bowl of rice still isn't empty. Jesus. (Has nothing to do with this, I just like the name, and the sound.)
I should go get ready for TKD now. I really should. This entry is getting pretty long. I'm sorry. If it bothers you, tell me to put it under a cut. I know how these things can be bothersome.
I read through my old journal (PyroTechGoddess) and it nearly made me pee my pants with laughter. It's pretty amusing.
Anyway, I have to go now cause Morten thinks the sound of my typing is annoying and maddening, and he's reading the paper so.
Have a nice day.
-picks at the rice with her fork-
So. Anyway. I've washed the house today, yes yes. Vacuumed and washed. It's amazing what fragrance of soap can do for a house though. I almost feel it cleaning itself up the moment I open the soap bottle. It smells kinda nice. Pine tree. Uhuh.
Goddamn though, it was hard work.
Ouf. This rice is making me wanna die, a little bit. More soy sauce. I felt kinda silly washing the floor in the lounge. We have some carpenters outside, building a new hallway and stuff. I had a plummer's crack the size of grand canyon, and I bet they all saw it and laughed. Well well. Maybe I just like having a plummer's crack. You'll never know.
My hand is still sore from having made all those toasts this weekend. Yesterday, my thumb was kinda blue too. But it's still sore. I'm never going to volunteer for kitchen-service again. Well. Who knows, maybe I will. It was pretty amusing. Better than emptying spitbuckets. God, the thought makes me retch. Erf.
Tomorrow I absolutely have to call a councilor at the University. It's vital. I might want to study in Copenhagen, Mom has kinda realised that for me. Last night I sort of had a little breakdown at the dinner table. But they forced me, really. Mom thought I looked abit sad, so she was adamant about finding out why. She's never like that. Anyway, she made me cry like a baby. And then she realised she's been a bad mom. After having realised that (I've been trying to tell her for ages, in clear words, and all of a sudden, when I refuse to talk about what's wrong, she gets it. Amazing.) she almost rubbed my contacts out of my eyes with cuddling. Yes, I know it sounds abit .. weird, but that's how she is. I had to tell her to let me go. Then she cried like a baby, and I had to call H to get him to come talk to me about our problems, which was one of the reasons for me being sad in the first place. So when he came, we talked, he left, Mom came down and asked if everything was alright, cause she didn't want me to be all snot and tears. Which was nice.
My bowl of rice still isn't empty. Jesus. (Has nothing to do with this, I just like the name, and the sound.)
I should go get ready for TKD now. I really should. This entry is getting pretty long. I'm sorry. If it bothers you, tell me to put it under a cut. I know how these things can be bothersome.
I read through my old journal (PyroTechGoddess) and it nearly made me pee my pants with laughter. It's pretty amusing.
Anyway, I have to go now cause Morten thinks the sound of my typing is annoying and maddening, and he's reading the paper so.
Have a nice day.