Shopping.

Nothing ruins my good mood more effectively than shopping for clothes. I may start out with a fairly good attitude, but as soon as I hit that dressing room, I become either very irritated or very depressed. Which I, inevitably, take out on those who go shopping with me (mostly my mother, because she’s the one who pays for it.) So while others can spend a whole day shopping for clothes, I like to spread the shopping over many days. This also affects my mother, since she is a kind of person who likes to get things done, preferably in the shortest amount of time possible. So, a word of advice: Do not come with me when I am shopping for clothes. Drag me with you shopping, by all means, I am very patient that way. As long as I don’t have to try on clothes, even I can survive a day shopping for clothes.

I had yet another traumatic shopping experience today. This one involved bikinis, which is a very sensitive and hated territory. To mum: Sorry for being such a pest when we went looking for bikinis. I really am sorry for snapping at you, when it was the bikini I felt like beating into submission. And I’ll try to be less dismissive next time, though I doubt I’ll actually succeed.

I ended up buying a skirt, one singlet, and one shirt. No bikini, though, which means that sometime next week, I’ll have to embark upon another endless tour of the city, trawling the shops for a bikini that will not only fit, but also look well.

Damn.

Very mature.

Maja and I discovered something called the sound recorder yesterday. On the computer, that is. So we sat up till 24.00 recording and then increasing the speed so we sounded like cartoon mice:) This (right click and save target as, otherwise it won't work) is Maja and I talking. (In Norwegian of course.) It's just small talk, but still... We had a blast making this and the 12 other sound files.

We're really very mature people!

Cooking.

My sister and I have just made pancakes for the first time in our lives. We had to make 5 pancakes before we actually got the hang of it, and we really thought we’d been doing something wrong because one side of the pancakes looked like pancake, and the other looked like tortillas. They turned out to be surprisingly good, though, and after some well-deserved praise from mum and dad, I think I can say that my sister and I make a pretty damn good cooking team:)

Am feeling pretty good about myself right now.

Bored.

Gaah! I am so completely bored right now. What's the point with summer holiday and having all the time in the world if I can't come up with something to do in that time? And the rain is pouring outside... wait a minute...

Back. Went outside to stand in the rain, but decided against it. It was too cold. Brrr.

On a brighter note, according to The Spark's American Bravado Quiz, I'm 25% American Warbird, but wait, there's more, only 1% of the test-takers are less patriotic than me. YAY! And also, apparently, I'm an:

Old Man Winter Baby
(Normal Ignored Functional Adult)

Elaborated:
Brrrr. Your inner child is Old Man Winter Baby, or an NIFA, blowing cold winds in from the North and freezing all in your path. Your inner chillin' grew up a long time ago, before the sun came and warmed the planet. You are what is known in religious tracts as an "old soul."

Your little man in you tends to freeze at the wrong time-- just when what you need is hot buttered action. So try a little tenderness once in a while, huh? Lighten up. The good news is you don't need professional help. Pet a puppy, jazzercise or lick a ripe watermelon and you'll start to feel much, much better.


I think I need to get a life.

Interwievin'

Right. This is me interviewin' myself about this blog:
-So, Line, what made you decide to create your very own blog? (Picture oprah winfrey or any other feelgood-talkshow host)
Um... Well, sometimes I get these brilliant ideas, and feel an urge to tell the world, only there's nobody around to tell it to. I created the blog for these moments. (Picture also fluffy chairs and/or fluffy sofa in pastels and an audience who laugh, cheer and applaude on cue.)

-Oh, that's nice, but why the title?
Oh, yes, I guess you have to be an insider to understand that *insert fake laugh here* Well, you see, I'm not really a cynic! (really) It's just something my friends tend to call me, I don't know why, though (yeah right..) and, well, I thought it would be fun to use it in my title. (Real reason: I completely suck at headlines and stuff like that, and used this one out of desperation)

-Haha... yes I suppose that makes sense... *extremely uncomfortable silence* yes, well... that's all from Line, let's welcome our next guest, Sophia, who made a fortune selling homemade jam over the internet...

Lol, don't you just love summer holiday? All the time in the world to make up really pointless things like this!

Weeee! I've finally got my very own blog! Okay, so I didn't actually know what a blog was until a few days ago, but still... Weee!