I feel damn good about myself now, thanks Ste!
Ok, thing is, as i wrote in my previous post, i realized the other day that people really open up and tend to talk to me about pretty personal stuff, stuff they’d usually not talk to that many about. Seems a buddy of mine from Birmingham have had the same thing for quite some time, and had just recently realized why it was so. Here’s his theory, copy and pasted directly from msn: “we don’t mind listening, but we don’t really care either way. they can tell us, or they can’t. who cares? and they get that vibe from us”.
Basically what he’s saying is, that when people talk to us, they feel they can talk about anything because we first of all, give that sense of not really caring that much, and therefor not giving the impression that this is something we will pass on and talk to other people about. Second, people enjoy having someone or something to talk to in order to hear their own emotions. Some write diaries, other talk to friends. Either way it helps them just to hear their own voice and opinions in speech.

Once i realized that what he said made a lot of sense, i felt pretty nice. It felt like i actually helped people by simply listening to them, and acting like i couldn’t care less what they were talking about :D

For those that might be wondering, i really care about what you talk about, and i really enjoy listening to what you have to say. The more i learn about the human psyche, the more interesting it gets.

Well, after this little rant about self discovery, i can tell you that I’m so damn tired right now. I’ve been jogging around festningen in Trondheim 4 times now, and i tell ya, I’ve got the lung capacity of a maggot. I used to be in pretty good shape and I’d probably have no problem jogging at least 1 or 2 rounds before starting to get a tad tired. Now i almost passed out a couple of times.
The plan was really that we would go up there as a group, and do some playful exercise, but seems someone misunderstood, if it was me or Julian or Hanna i don’t know, but I’m usually a person that thinks exercise is actually running, jumping or doing various gymnastic exercises, but it seems they were thinking more along the lines of….well I’m not really sure what they were thinking about. Something about playing ball or something, i don’t know. Either way, they ended up walking around festningen, i jogged.
Hopefully we’ll be getting more people to join in, because I’m a sucker for jogging, mostly because i know you can really feel the difference after just a few days a weeks running. We’ll see what happens.

Now I’m just going to spend the rest of the evening in front of the computer trying to get my gallery up and running again. I decided installing a new version of the gallery web system, which is a real bitch to work with to be honest. And the fact that i have to upload 400mb of pictures really doesn’t help. First of all i just want to get everything set up properly, themes, permissions, users etc, then I’ll queue the pictures and upload them during the night. Hopefully everything will work out ok. When everything is set up the way it’s supposed to be, I’ll mail you all the account details so you can log in. Those with accounts will also be able to upload pictures for events, which will really help out in my case. It’s damn boring having to run around and copying pictures from everyone after a party :p

One last thing i’d just like to add. Seems Ingvill also will be moving out soon, so that means I’ll have to try and get not only 1 more tenant, but 2! This will be an interesting summer. I’ll probably be announcing the availability of the 2 rooms later this week or next. Seeing as the house owner here is starting to get a little anxious whether or not I’ll manage to find someone “in time”. I doubt there will be much trouble getting it lent out though, it’s a nice place, close to town, the rent is good and rooms are big so. And the best part of this, i get to pick the person moving in :D Which means i of course should try to find 2 blond, Swedish nymfos with an allergy to clothes….or something. Good times!