Jobs and stuff

Never even thought about it, but Disney has a song called “An actor’s life for me” (Pinocchio) and “A pirate’s life for me” (Pirates of the Caribbean). Useless information, I know.

I’m in my two weeks of preparing for The Exam, but I haven’t read a single line yet. I’m gonna start tomorrow, I swear. I need to have a couple of days off, cause I’m so damn tired of everything right now.

As for the job searching: I’ve only sent one more application, but I got an interview :D I just need some ink for my printer, and then the rest of my applications can be sent to various clinics in the area. And I’m gonna apply for a job in Bergen, too. Never been there, but my sister said she didn’t like it. But then again, she was very negative to me moving here too, so what does she know :)

Another first..

A girl I work with and I were comparing pictures on credit cards, student IDs and driver’s licenses:

“Oh, you look like… ohhh..,” she said, scrathing her head and pointing to my driver’s license.

“A serial killer?” I finished her sentence, cause I look like some kind of hit man..

“No, you look like you’re from Korea, or something!”

Silence.

“Ehm, I am,” I said and laughed.

“You are? Really?! I thought you were some kind of mix of Chinese and Latino or something..”

Now, that’s a first.

Working with Curly was.. really, really fun. Suprisingly fun. So much fun that I’d fall for him if I didn’t know what a jerk he can be.

Next year..

I’m really excited about next year. I’m sitting here with this fluttering sensation, and I don’t really know why. A lot is happening next year. I hope.

I’m going to the cabin tomorrow morning and gonna stay there until I have to fly back to Oslo, so this is my new year’s resolution:

Worry less.

Hard to measure, but I need to wind down.

Naughty Santa.

So my sister called me:

“Hey, so what are you doing?”

I was home at my parents’ slacking infront of the TV and replied: “Oh, nothing..” This is how our conversations usually starts, so I was waiting for the reason for her call:
“Sooo.. You know that song “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause“? ..Uh, who is the guy the mom is kissing?”

Not really believing the question, I answered: “Uh, well.. the dad?”

Silence.

“Oh, so it is the dad..”

“Seriously, are you kidding me?!”

“..I was thinking that the santa was a bit mean, and the mother was slutty..”

This is how my life has become:

Christmas party with the clinic today..

Kine: Hey, just calling to ask if I can stay at your place tonight cause I can’t afford a taxi home.

Me: Of course!

Kine: You’re sure?

Me: Yes, why shouldn’t it be okay?

Kine: You’re not taking a guy home?

Silence.

Me: NO! Damn, so this is what it’s come to..

I swear I’m not a whore. Seriously.

"Cats are cute"

“D’ya like cats?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and was back on the bus through Hollywood again. The guy next to me looked at me and asked again: “D’ya like cats?”

I followed his nod to my bag with lots of kitty buttons, “Huh? Uh, yeah..”

“Asians kinda look like cats, has anyone told you that?” he smiled.

I tried to say as little as possible: “Uh, noo..”, but the guy didn’t take the hint: “But they do! D’ya have any cats?”

“No.”

“Cats are cute,” he looked at me, and out of nowhere: “Can I pet you?”

Oh well, this is awkward, I thought, and tried to laugh it off, but then he started stroking my hair. I smiled uncomfortably and he stopped, and after a while he moved two seats away from me, and I ran off at Olive/Maple.

Stone cold.

I can’t believe it’s less than a week until I’m in L.A.! I’ve been working my ass off to get the three days off from work. I had a little breakdown Wednesday and had to leave work, and I slept for 11 hours, but it’s all good now cause I have the whole weekend off from work!

It’s strange, I have a feeling that I’ve been heartbroken more than once, but now that I think of it, I can’t remember one single time I have been.. I mean, I was when my ex cheated on me, but it lasted the week it took for me to get over him, so I’m sure it counts. I also know how much it sucks to wake up and just for a second believe he’s there with you, until you realize that that was yesterday and never again. So when I see girls break down and not being able to function normally cause of some guy, I start to wonder if something’s wrong with me.. Am I that cold? Maybe my feelings didn’t go as deep as I thought..

The changes through 8 years.

For the trip to L.A. I needed an e-passport, and therefor a new passport. My old one expires in 2008, so it wasn’t that bad (only $148..). What I wanted to tell you was how horrible I look at these photos.

Behold, I give you myself in the year of 1998 and 2006.

Oh lord, isn’t that hot? At the first one I was 17: I looked like a dude. At the one taken on Tuesday.. I dunno. I always look crazy on photos like that. On my driver licence I look like an assassin and on my student ID I look super happy. Should have scanned those too..

Snow what Patrol?

“Yeah, Snow Patrol!” he smiled at me.

I raised an eyebrow.

“You know who Snow Patrol is, right? It’s an Irish band!”

I smiled back, “Okay.. No, never heard of them..”

“So which Irish bands do you know of?”

“Well, uhm, Westlife?” I laughed. I’ll never forget the dissapointed look he gave me. “Oh, and U2, of course..” I added quickly.

“Good girl,” he said and kissed me, “Good girl..”

And for the record, Snow Patrol is quite good.

Thoughts.

I should get it analyzed, but I think most of my posts starts with “So..” Just a thought.

After a lot of thinking, I’ve decided to apply for Sweden if anything. I don’t know, it just would be so much better if I had somebody else with me.

The “John Mayer guy” was at the grocery store today. I’ve seen him three or four times before, and he looks kinda like John Mayer, but better. I’m sure I transfer my vision of what I think JM is to him, and I think JM is a genious, heh. Anyway, the JM guy bought 20 beers and I was extra nice to him. (I also managed to ogle a guy who was in the store with his girl, but he was really hot. Oh, and there were also two freebie guys who where hottish.) But the moral of the story is: The JM guy is hot.

After Ireland I finally managed to have a normal friendship with W, so I’m looking forward to hang with him again.

Thinking of you, Ellisiv :(
Okay, tired! Nighty-night.