phew, stuff happens

I don't have it in me to write a big thing right now, where I have to think about complicated questions and stuff, so once again, here's a quick update about what's going on in my life...
Last I wrote about my life was when I came home from visiting Chris, that's about a month ago, since then stuff has happened, as I mentioned (or dedicated a blog to) I turned 18, and I've had to fix money stuff and such. I turned 18 on the twenty-sixth of February, four days before that, the 22nd of February Chris and I celebrated our six-months, which we did by watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail and eating M&Ms (Mmmmmmmmmm'n'Mmmmmmmmmmms) even though I'd sworn never to watch that movie with Chris again, because he knows every line in it, and most of the time is going "ooh this is the part where..." But since it was the first movie we watched together, and we had something to "celebrate" I agreed to watching it anyway.
Else from that I've been doing AT (a project thingy) in school, which related to our trip to Dublin, we left for Ireland last Sunday and came back again this Friday, we did lots of stuff, went to museums, went shopping and stuff like that. But my favourite thing was meeting up with Chris, who spent something like 4 hours travelling from Bangor to Dublin just to spend a few hours with me, and to give me my birthday present and a six-months present, which was an Adventure Time T-shirt and a bracelet with a "tiny deer elk" (also known as a giraffe).
Next week I'll do a bit more AT and then next Sunday I'll be going back to Northern Ireland to spend more time with Chris (this whole long-distance-relationship thing is really spending all my money for me, but Chris is really worth it)

okays, I'm off again, take care and what not

Sometimes it's necessary...

I believe that it's necessary to feel bad now and then; to cry and just let everything go for while. As you can imagine this isn't going to be the most exciting blog you've ever read, but this is how I feel these days therefore I thought it was important to write it down. My life has been a mess (oh wait, still is) and it has been difficult for me to be surrounded by my happy friends. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing that all my friends are happy but that it can be annoying to compare their happiness to your own and at the moment my happiness level is 5% (my lucky number actually) and all my friends are like 100% - okay I might be exaggerating but exaggerating promotes understanding. Because, truth to be told, a lot of my friends aren't happy either. One of my friends are having a lot of trouble with her family including being 'dumped' by her best friend and as a good person I find it tiring to make other people happy when I'm not happy myself. Therefore I'll make my conclusion; it's more than okay to let everything out. The last couple of days have been like riding a roller-coaster  and it has helped a lot, at least for me, to just let everything and think happy thoughts. I told one of my very adorable friends about this and he told me: "Don't worry, it could have been worse! At least it's not raining with yellow urine!" - this is exactly what you should be thinking when your life falls into a deep hole; it could have been worse. (Here's a prettay picture of a cat hugging another cat by the way). So what was actually the purpose of this week's blog? Be sad if you remember to be happy afterwards! Oh yeah I'm smart - and I'll be going to Sicily this Friday so I think we all know what I'll be writing about next time it's my turn again. Hopefully that blog will be more happy and less messy. Anymerlin, Sille is out!

"all grown-up"

This Tuesday I turned eighteen, and I of course had to sit through the awkward "you're all grown-up now"-speech, which was terrible and lovely at the same time, but honestly, I don't feel any more grown-up than I did last week, I am aware that's very cliché, but it's true.
It made me think aswell, I mean, how do we define a grown-up? I know it's different depending on where in the world you live, but in Denmark you're an adult when you turn eighteen, even though drinking and having sex is legal from you're 15-16, when you turn 18 you're just allowed to get into bars and stuff like that. Of course when you turn 18 you can also get you driver's license (even though I know people over 18 whom I'm not entirely sure should be allowed their driver's license... But the same goes for a lot of thing, not everyone is mature enough for the things they're legally allowed to do...) And of course when you turn eighteen you start getting SU, which is basically money you get for going to school, I send my application yesterday, (see I am "all grown-up" I can do stuff on my own and everything), I also went to the bank Thursday to talk about all the money-stuff that needs sorting now that I'm legally and adult and therefore my bank changes stuff around, so I had to talk about that, which was "fun", oh well, needed doing and now that's done.
For me becoming an adult also means my parents will stop paying for things, well the last 5-6 years I've paid for my own clothes, and before that I paid for all the stuff that I didn't necessarily needed, but I wanted, like books (and when I was a younger toys and stuff, of course I had loads of toys left from my older siblings, but I had to pay for my pokemon-stuff myself). But now I have to pay for things like shampoo and other things that are as my mom put it "not necessary for you survival", which I'm fine with, seeing as I will get more money now, so I'm okay with the whole thing, I'll just have to make sure I don't spend all my money on flights to Northern Ireland...

But else from the money-stuff, I don't think an awful lot has changed since my birthday, I think (again very cliché) I think I'm still a child at heart...

What I do for ’living’: Includes complaining

From my first workday!

I’ve had a pretty messed up week so I’m trying hard to think about something positive and happy - then my work crossed my mind. My workplace might not be the happiest place on earth but it’s actually cool enough. So here’s some nonsense about what I do when I work at the local supermarket: At the moment I work two or three times a week and sometimes it’s only for 8 hours, others it’s more than 16 it depends on if I’m working from shit o’clock in the weekend or not. But what I do is actually very simple - I help customers. Before 2013 started I was always “on the floor” as we call it, and made sure that all the products were on the right shelves and helped out lost customers there for reasons unknown couldn’t find the rye bread or the breadcrumbs. I was good at it if the customers didn’t ask me silly questions as “do you know when you’ll have this weird fish again?” or “where do you have the bagatelles?” Either way I always hurry to the recycle machine when it’s complaining but as my boss said: “That machine is sh** and it’ll always be,” so nothing really helped. But this year my boss decided that everyone should be able to sit at the check-out and he promised me it was only at emergencies I’d have to sit there - but of course after sitting there for 4-5 hours in a row I started believing that my boss might not have told me the truth. I get really hoarse of all the talking, saying “have a nice day!” and “do you want the receipt?” and when the clock is close at 6 pm I start forgetting how much money the costumer should have and if I actually said goodbye to them or not. Therefore I can easily make this conclusion: I don’t like to sit at the check-out and I’d very much like to either stop working or only “be at the floor”. Luckily I only have ten shifts left at the supermarket and then my brother will take over, even though he first turns 15 in May - but that’s not my problem. I actually look forward to teaching my brother everything I know, because to be honest I’ve learned a lot - I have grown since I started in many ways. I don’t think it’s so difficult anymore to be around strangers (even though it still seems like that) and I know exactly what to do when I work. It’s not like I’m freaking perfect or awesome at my job I just know stuff. The other day I was helping a new kid out and it surprised me how bad he was at driving around with the pallet-lifter and it was then it hit me, all that I just wrote. Therefore I’ll make a new conclusion: I might not like my job so much anymore but I sure as hell owe it a lot when it comes to learning to know myself. So thank you Christoffer for hiring me back in the days, I owe you heaps! Sille is out.   

Sidsel's week in Northern Ireland (and a tiny bit other places)

This is maybe more a blog written for me to remember my amazing week in Northern Ireland where I was visiting my long-distance-boyfriend Chris.

Friday my mom picked me up after school and drove me to the train station, where she bought me some chocolate and then waved at me as I left for Copenhagen, where my aunt was waiting for me, well that is to say, she thought it would be my sister arriving, so she had quite the look of surprise on her face when I walked out the train. That night after dinner and a bit of reading I went to bed early because I had to be at the airport at half past eight the next morning, after a lot of waiting in the airport I finally got on the plane, where nervousness and excitement hit me, I'd never flown on my own before, and I knew that Chris would be waiting for me at Dublin airport.

And Chris was waiting for me in the airport, and as the lovely boyfriend he is, he'd dressed up fancy in a suit and everything, and then we had a two hour drive (we laughed and ate M&M's all the way), after which I was introduced to Chris parents (who later that night got dressed up all fancy, and we drove them to a murder mystery party - a trip where Chris' dad sat in the back seat  pretended to be "a German archaeologist" and claiming that the left side of the road was the correct side to drive in...) Chris and I spend the afternoon watching a terrible Batman movie, it was so terrible it became hilarious, we pretty much spend the evening cuddling and watching television (British television is just way better than Danish television), actually we pretty much spend every evening like that.

Sunday was a slightly lazy day, we did go on an adventure in a supermarket where I was shocked by the amount unhealthy stuff you can buy in British supermarket, where we ended up buying more M&M's actually there wasn't a day in the week where we didn't eat those, we ended up calling them Mmmmmm'n'Mmmmms!

Monday we went down to Belfast where Chris else from showing me his favourite nerd-shop took me to the Victoria Square, and we did a bit of dandering around Belfast, dandering around is one of biggest talents.

On Tuesday we went Groomsport, which is a beach-area near where Chris lives, we brought Chris' dog with us and dandered around the beach for a while, I collected a few stones that are currently lying on my desk. Tuesday night we went out on a date, we ate at a New Orleans themed restaurant the food was really good but we decided that we'd make dessert at home, we made the most deliciously digusting dessert, we had earlier that day made M&M-pancakes, and we had some pancake-batter left, we made pancakes and ate them with Ben and Jerry's ice-cream and M&M's.

Wednesday morning Chris had to do Skype-calls with his teacher, I slept most of the time while he did schoolwork, and when he was done Chris needed a nap, so he napped while I tumblered on my phone, Chris woke up after a bit and we watched Brainscoop and Chris decided that dead wo´lf looks rather delicious, which I decided not to comment on, after lazying in bed for a while we ate really late breakfast and spend the rest of the day being a bit lazy, and then went to the cinema in the evening, where we watched Django Unchained, we had a lot of fun, but the heat seemed to have been turned all the way up, so it got really warm and Chris giggled at me when he found out that I'd taken one of my boots of to cool down a bit.

We spend Valentines Day, Thursday, going to the Ulster Museum in Belfast, which to me seem like the perfect date, Chris got overlt dramatic when we read about the Vikings raids in Ireland and Northern Ireland, but he couldn't keep a straight face very long when I played along. We looked at all the animals and might have spend a really long time "awwwwing" at animals, and we fell in love with a leatherback turtle (and learned that they are quite a lot bigger than we thought they'd be), we went for lunch at a Subway and dandered around Belfast for a bit, we ended up like a soon-to-be-married looking at rings, it took us a while to realise how weird we were being. We went home when Chris feet started hurting (poor baby), we accidentially scared a kid away on the trainride home. That evening Chris cooked tuna-steaks for us (he even allowed me to help him a bit), after dinner we went to buy eggs and M&M's because we wanted to make pancakes again, but this time we found blue food colouring in the cabinet and decided to have some fun with it.

Friday we went for a dander around Bangor (which is the town Chris lives in) we walked around a park and looked at pretty birds, then we went for lunch and in the afternoon Chris had to meet with a woman about some school stuff, and I went a long with my book and sat there reading while Chris was all seriousface with his school stuff in the evening Chris and I went for indian food, which we ate in front of the television, enjoying a bit of quiet time before his brother (who'd come home from New Zealand Thursday morning) came home from the airport where he'd picked up their sister, and then there was no more quiet, I was surprised to learn that Chris might be the silent one in his family.

We decided not to go to bed that evening and ended up napping a bit on the sofa, and two we got up to get ready, a little to three we got into the car and drove to the airport where after a difficult goodbye I got on a plane twenty past seven, I travelled home via plane, train, bus and then some walking, were I came home to an empty house, I napped a bit and have now written all I feel like writing about my week.

My week with Chris was amazing, I love spending time with him, we can be silly about Mmmmm'n'Mmmmms and do silly things in public, we can be serious and talk about our future for hours. I've never felt this right with someone, I love him so very much.

And now after pouring my emotions on you aswell, I'm off to eat a bit...

Holiday, hurrah!

Finally Sidsel and I are off for a short vacation – and I really need it! The last couple of days we’ve been working on our SROs though we wrote about different topics. To be honest I got no glue of what she wrote about… All I know is that I spent Tuesday till Thursday with Camilla and we ate heaps of chocolate and cake and we sang along to several Disney songs included the soundtrack from Grease. Oh yeah, we did write our 6-8 pages long assignment also. Anyway I think this blog will be short too and mainly about random stuff I just come on with. At the moment I’m in a summerhouse and I stole my dad’s computer since that’s the only one with internet connection over here (“over here” is Blåvand, a town in the western part of Jutland).  Let me see, what else… Oh yes, I’m counting the shifts I have left at work now I’m getting really tired of it and I’m so glad it’s soon over. I also managed to get them to hire my brother when I leave, so when I walk around at home – eating chocolate – it’ll be my brother complaining about silly customers, weird groceries and a stupid recycle machine. Also, I was working yesterday and I met a new colleague of mine and he was SO adorable. Sometimes I get this feeling of just wanting to hug someone because they look so cute and that was the exact feeling I had when I met the new guy. He wasn’t very tall though and he wore a pair of glasses which were very hipster-like. Either way I taught him that he could eat all the cake he wanted to when the supermarket closes and that sitting at the check-out sucks. Mission accomplished!

That’ll be all for now I better give my brother a chance to use the computer – maybe I’ll be writing next week’s blog as well since my Sidsel is visiting Chris (aka Q from James Bond) but I’ll only do it if I remember it. Over and out!     

a quick update...

This is going to be short and quite late blog, this past week has just been busy and chaotic, I decided to get a serious case of the flu, and spend the first three days of the week in bed coughing and blowing my nose, the rest of the week was spend writing assignments and napping whenever I had time.
This week we have to write my SRO, which is some assignment stuff, and then on Friday I'm getting on a train, and then a plane Saturday morning, and when my plane lands in Dublin, there'll be an amazing guy waiting for me in the airport, and I'll get to spend a week in his company.

I know this is really really short, but I'm just a bit stressed out this week, and I'm probably not going to write next week, seeing as I'll be in Northern Ireland all week...