I do talk to myself sometimes, yes.

The summer’s really finally over now. The temperatures are plummeting and it’s time to summarize.

We were in England this summer. All the way from Edinburg to Cornwall to Brighton we went. It was the best event of the year, there were lightning bolts and sun and lots and lots of rain. I wrote a lot. I really did. It was mad how many thoughts went through my head at the most inconvenient of times.

I made the mistake of bringing The Hound of the Baskervilles along today, on a sunny day! I don’t know what went into me, but there I was in Bath, on a bench, reading Sherlock Holmes next to ice-cream-eating Germans.

It was just wrong.

I cannot for the world understand people who only read one book at the time. What if it’s sunny and all they’ve got is Sherlock Holmes? Or  they’re sad and the only book they have is Pride & Prejudice? They must read really fast.

I loved Bath. It is, quite possibly, the friendliest city I’ve ever been to. I can’t tell why it’s friendly, but it is. It is also beautiful, in a weird, uniform way.

You don’t really notice that you’re in a different city if you look at the architecture only. Not really. At least not in Britain. I don’t, anyway. We arrived in Edinburgh three days ago and it wasn’t ’till I saw the Scottish moors and mountains surrounding it that I really accepted that we were, in fact, in Scotland. I was standing on the National Monument -…-what’s-it-called-again-hill and only then did my brain say “Oh yes, we seem to be in Scotland.”

I actually finished my old journal on that trip. A journal that was started in London in 2007. This tells us two things; that I’m good at wrapping things up in style, and that I used insanely much time finishing a not-that-thick book.

It was a lot easier getting used to York than Edinburgh. Maybe this city, despite that I love everything about Scotland and Edinburgh, is slightly more appealing to me. It’s got a tiny second-hand book shop on every corner. Night-clubs and restaurants are flanked by mediaeval churches and port-ways. There’s something magical about York, and I’m not only saying that because of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell. A lot because of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, but not only. This city really is magical.

The accent, of course, is lovely too.

In short; I’ve spent two fantastic weeks this summer watching people, listening to different accents, reading, writing, exploring, experiencing, living, and everything else England got for foreign tourists. I’ve stocked up on Doctor Who and watched it night after night. I even was at the Doctor Who Exhibition at Land’s End. I’ve had an amazing time and enjoyed about every moment of park-walking, café-sitting (we even were to the café where J. K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter), tea-drinking and dancing weird dances while talking loudly in Norwegian. There’s really nothing for it, I’ve got to live there.

Our last day in England. It’s been wonderful, magical, life-changing, or something. Yet I look forward to sleeping in my own bed and not having to be so fucking polite at eight in the morning.

Tags: bath, books, edinburgh, england, scotland, sherlock holmes, summer, tea, Writing, york

No homework + grey weather =

Juggling!

I suddenly found myself with a lot of spare time on my hands as the summer holiday is drawing ever nearer and homework is as good as non-existent. I have tried several methods of making my day as interesting as possible. Yesterday I made an experiment watching Doctor Who and reading Sandman. It was highly successful, but soon my head ached and I felt all soggy after watching Doctor Who

for two hours

in my tiny bedroom.

(A friend of mine claims that it’s not that small, it’s only me that’s filled it with books and  … books. Maybe this is true.)

Which lead me to feverishly trying to find other entertainment.

Then!

It fell into my head like an exploding light bulb.

Juggling. Of course it had to be juggling. As a result, I’m now on my way to becoming a juggler. It will take time.

I have time.

Tags: doctor who, homework, juggling, sandman, summer

Coltsfeet and deer

I went for a two-hour stroll today. The air was so incredibly fresh and the ground behaved in that wonderful way that it does, just after some of the snow, but far from all, has melted. I also managed to get my dress satisfyingly dirty (six inches of mud) and saw the first little coltsfeet of the year. In addition I ran into three deer. They were so beautiful, but their antlers looked big and very sharp so I silently walked away (it broke my heart that a big truck drove by just after and probably scared them away).

As much as I love winter, I must admit that my walk today made me the happiest and most relaxed I’ve been in a long time. And then I thought of this kind of relaxation versus shopping, for instance. I had a lot more fun and felt I got more from walking round fields and along paths than I would’ve gotten from two hours in even the better shops in Oslo (see Grünerløkka). Why is this, I wonder…

And I know why. I’m too romantic to enjoy concrete and shops more than trees and snow (sometimes too much so for my own good). It’s probably good for me being in fresh air rather than the pollution of the city, though. Yet it is a funny …

… it’s a funny thing how we can notice how we change. I haven’t changed much in loving the nature, more, I think, in despising the main paths of shopping-centers and cafés.

Or maybe this is just how I’m feeling today.

Tags: blue sky, coltsfeet, deer, holiday, nature, shoes, shopping, Spring, stroll, sun, winter, word

Dust

Dear Mr Pullman,
Today, while I was lying in the snow on a beach, I was staring up into the wild winter sky with it’s wild winter clouds. And I saw Dust. Elementary particles floating all over. Also a sparrow.  I am ever so grateful to have been gifted with this ability and thought you should be the first to know.

Best of wishes,
Sirin

Tags: dust, elementary particles, philip pullman

Mirrors

If you put two mirrors up to face each other, then look into one of them, you will see yourself reflected endlessly. Almost like there’s thousands of parallel dimensions. When that happens, I tend to look away. I don’t care much for parallel dimensions, they scare me.

This is really just my sister and me in Scotland ages ago. I like uncomplicated things.

Tags: mirror, parallel dimensions, scary, scotland

Moving, fixing, changing

My house is a mess. We recently moved and, well… we figured it was a good idea to change a bit, the house’s built in -36 so it was natural to change a bit. It’s getting real nice, but it means that only two rooms are inhabitable. It can be cozy, but it usually results in endless hours doing nothing, which can be frustrating.

But as summer is starting to take off and with the holidays 3 days away, I manage to keep up

We recently, finished a room upstairs, and it was much rejoicing.

Tags: 1936, air-guitar, building, changing, fixing, holiday, moving, summer

Shakespeare II, the end

So I finished my exam on Shakespeare on thursday, and with top grades! So I’m happy for that. Then the one on friday, and with top grades! So I’m happy for that. Lucky me that both were in my best subject, English. Now there is nothing I can do to change which school I’m going to, now it’s all up to … someone of importance, I don’t know who. The school system is way too complicated for my simple brain. 

I do, however, have one exam left. Like the one on friday, it doesn’t count as it’s on high school level. But it might count in the future, though. Anyway, for the moment I’m relaxed. I know I’m gonna regret it in, well in two days time, the day before the exam, but that’s no worry now. Wednesday is, after all, far far away. 

The road by out cottage at Gotland

Far, far, far, far, far away. Right?

Tags: exam, romeo and juliet, school-system and juliet, shakespeare

Blogs dying

I can see it everywhere. People are disappearing for cyberspace. It’s terrible. What is more: I’m one of them andandand! I know the reasons (some of it anyway … my reasons anyway!)

This time of year is exam-time (reason 1), I also have an audition on monday, for a school (reason 2), it’s spring (reason 3). 

At the moment, I’m just so sick of having to do so much at the same time. On wednesday I lost my favorite scarf and hadn’t it been for my sister, I would’ve lost my watch yesterday. I keep forgetting things, it’s awful. 

I can see light in the end of the tunnel.

The grades are soon set, and then there’s one less thing. The audition’s on monday, so that’s another. I have so many pictures I want to post, but not on this computer and somehow I never find the time. 

I will try to get better at posting.

Soon.

Promise.

Tags: audition, confusion, forgetting, grades

Happy Easter

Oh dear. I seem frightfully late with this post. Fact is: I was in Italy for the past 10 days on easter holiday, my grandparent’s gold wedding, my grandmother turning 70, my father half-hundred! Simply a lot of things, all together making it a reason to rent a casa in the heart of Umbria, Italy. 

Nevertheless, I hope you all had a fantastic easter, if not for the sake of religion, then for the sake of having a week off. Mine was great, for the first time in my life, I got a easter egg made entirely out of chocolate. I saw it in the Supermarcado, and I got an almost scary feeling of being Harry Potter (who, as we all know, gets amazing eggs from Mrs Weasley, filled with chocolate, made of chocolate). I must admit that my egg wasn’t filled, but the chocolate was great nevertheless. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to get a shot of the egg before I ate it, I think… Actually it all seems a bit blurred now, I must have been high on happiness and need of chocolate, I think. 

I’d love to post pictures, we took so many fantastic ones, but my amazing dad managed to leave the mac with all the pics at work (love you, dad, but you should consider the fact that I might have the need for blogging!). This actually gives me a reason for blogging tomorrow as well, with something interesting. I’ll be back then. Ciao

Tags: chocolate, easter, easter egg, italy, pictures, umbria