I had an appointment to give blood, seeing as my girlfriend gives blood, she finally persuaded me into giving as well. I had an appointment at 8 and start work at 8:30, but I just beamed over a mail and told them I would be late. I did have quite a valid reason for being late, so I’m sure they didn’t mind.
It was a simple procedure really. I went in, got connected to a tube and they took some blood. It all took about 10 minutes, but I did have to sit and relax for about half an hour due to the sudden blood loss and all.

Once it was all over, I could pick out a prize (kind of being at the dentist, right?) and seeing as Alina was the one that had persuaded me into going, her main arguments was that she wanted more of the Moomin cups they have. I went for the season edition 2008 version which was a special edition just for this summer. See Alina is collecting them, so getting one that you can get later on would be kind of silly.
Besides, they’re very cute.

Oh, and it turns out my blood type is O+, which means my blood is only useful for all people with a rhesus plus blood type.. I was kind of hoping I would be able to be a donor for more people, but still, I’m sure it will come to good use. Turns out me and Alina might be having difficulties conceiving a child due to the fact that she is a O-, but thankfully neither of us are much interested in such pesky critters. I just think it’s cool that we’re two opposites of the same blood type.

So yeah, I finally got the nerve to rid myself of it today. Here’s how it went:

Early morning, got up around 7 and showered. Nervous level at around -10 to be honest. I was pretty self-confident at this point.
After some breakfast, tea and the opening of various calendars (as of course is common practice within any household during the days of December), I figured it was about time I head towards town and towards my doom.
Now the entire time while I was walking towards town, I wasn’t really worried. I kept persuading myself that the dentist didn’t really have to be as scary as I made it in my own head. I kept telling myself that “dentists are really good these days, and do everything painless”, but that only helps to a certain point. Nervous level climbed to a 5 pretty fast, heading for 25 once I lay my eyes upon Trondheim Torg.

Now comes the part where my fear for dentists really kick in. I enter the hallway, walk up 3 floors and into their office area, tell them I’m available and place myself in the waiting room. At this point my nervous level shoots straight up and my heart starts pounding really fast. I’m at a good 70 at this point (In case you were wondering, a 100 is max :p). I try to watch TV, but everything they say just goes straight trough my head. I try reading the magazines on the wall (not really flicking trough them, just reading the headlines across the room), but alas, my heart pounds faster and faster. At around 90 I finally get called in (even had me wait 10 minutes extra the bastards.)

At this point there’s really no return. I have to face my fears head on and get it over with. Now, the woman calling me in tells me, that she read that I had told the dentist yesterday, whom i made the appointment with, that I was very nervous about today, so she told me that some people like to use headphones and listen to music, which calms people down. As soon as she suggested this, of course I straight to my backpack, got my headphones and connected my mp3-player.

Well put in the chair, music (James Blunt) in ears, the dentist arrives. Now what I feared the most was a gray haired old man, with no manners or time to talk at all, but NO, the guy is about 26-30, dark hair, slight beard and glasses. And he actually takes time to just TALK to me, ask me what it is I fear the most, tells me what he’s going to do and how it probably is going to feel.
I’ve never been more relaxed in my life. I jumped from a good 90 on my nervous level, to a mere 5.

Now the procedure itself was nothing at all really. He put the anesthetic in (which is the only part that hurt a bit), and after a moment he scraped gently on my tooth to check if there was any feeling in it. When we both were assured that it was good to go. I plugged my headphones in, let him go at my tooth, and to my surprise, I was actually slightly amused. The cracking sounds my tooth made when he squeezed it, really sounded creepy and totally crazy.
After about 5-6 seconds, he had the tooth. Now I didn’t even notice, and it wasn’t until he poked me in my arm saying “Hey, we’re done now” I realized it was actually completely gone. He put a pad under my tooth and basically just asked me too bite together.

I was so happy after that, and shook his hand with joy as I left :D

Now, I feel pretty fine, all tough a bit sore it feels good (even though there’s actually one tooth less in my mouth…o_O).

And finally, just to gross you all out, here’s the result:

Yes, I brought it with me, just so I could glare angrily at it and tell it “HAH, IT’S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT SUCKER!”

So now we´re sitting at the university lab, seems it´s possible to log into her account twice, so we´re both logged in to each our thin clients with her account now :) Which is fun, seeing as i can actually surf around a bit while she´s working on her Informatics school work for Friday. Currently we´re trying to make sense out of decimal to binary to hexadecimal conversion, which seems to be turning out ok.

Plans for the rest of the day, head towards town, buy some stuff on solsiden, grab a coffee and try to get some people to come, then head back to her place and clean/do the dishes and start packing some stuff for when she´ll be renting out her place for 5 days. Seeing she´ll get almost 4k for renting it out for 5 days, we decided it would be a good idea for her just to stay at my place that period, and make some easy money :p

Sitting here at the university really makes me feel sorry for not finishing school the proper way, and making an effort at an earlier age to get into university, because i really envy the people going here. Having a great time, studying lots of fun stuff (and well, not so fun stuff, but still…. I could live with that) and having access to some awesome in-university jobs and equipment. I´m not sure if i will ever finish my studies, and start university. Somehow i feel a bit too old to study, even though I might never be too old to study, I still feel like i wouldn’t fit in. Besides, I would probably have great difficulty studying anyway, because I’ve never been much good at theory, I´m more of the practical kind, I like to learn by working with what I´m supposed to learn in theory.

Well, time to finish up this post i guess. Alina went for a quick visit to Norli on Nordre to buy a book she needed for her Spanish class, and will probably be back soon. And I want to surf some sites and maybe check if there´s any new jobs available. Still need one after all :)

This made me think things trough and wonder, why is it you appreciate people so much more, when they’re about to go? Why do we take people for granted when they’re alive and well? At the same time, I’m blessed with the fact that my grandparents has been a significant impact on my childhood. There was nothing more enjoyable then to go visit them with mom when i was little, have dinner, coffee and cake (or soda and cakes for me of course), or go swimming in the ocean down by the shore. I remember countless times in my older years, that one of my grandmothers favorite stories at the coffee tables was about the time when i was little, and my mom had to drop me off there because she was picking up my father from the army in Oslo. And how i cried so hard and refused to leave when my mom came to pick me up. She really loved me, and i loved being there with them. I never refused to go visit them whenever my mom asked, and even in later years i still didn’t refuse. It was just so peaceful and relaxing to go there, seeing the ocean, just lying in the grass outside their house eating strawberries from their little strawberry field and truly feel alive.

Now she’s sick, has a slight touch of amnesia and keeps mixing up names constantly. She’s a totally different person, and i hate it. That’s why I’ve decided not to go visit her, not when she’s like this. If she gets better, I’d of course love to, but i don’t want the last memory of my beloved grandmother to be her on the sickbed not knowing who i am….. The odds she’ll get any better is slim to none, so my last memory of her will be last Christmas, when we met for Christmas breakfast at my uncle and aunt’s place. She was happy, knew who i was and i got a good hug from her. I’m content.

I’ve also decided I’m going to write a speech at her sermon, and let everyone know that she truly was one of the few people in my family that really meant allot to me, and that made me feel safe and loved.

So how was my friday? Not much to say really. I woke up at around 11 after being annoyed to death by the workers outside cutting stone from around 8 or 9 in the morning. And used parts of the afternoon just playing around with my desktop settings, changing colors and finding wallpapers to match. I think it came out rather nice actually.
Then after a nice dinner i suddenly fell asleep on my all too uncomfortable sofa, and slept for a couple of hours. Safe to say i felt like shit and beyond after waking up, but managed to somehow rid myself of the dreaded feeling. I then decided I’d might as well watch a movie, seeing as nobody seemed to want to do anything this evening. (Not that i tried checking, but seeing as nobody got in touch with me asking if i wanted to go do something, i figured most people were too busy anyway.). I watched a movie called Man of the year, with Robin Williams, which was rather good actually. It had that typical old kind of comedy that Robin Williams is so famous for, and i just love his snappy one liners.

Anyway, I’d better be getting to bed. Not that anything is happening tomorrow, but then again, you never know what tomorrow brings. I might head out and grab a beer, but seeing as my economy isn’t exactly top notch these days, i might just stay in.

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!

As you might have understood, i didn’t get much done until around 12 today, me and Hanna went to the store to deliver a load of bottles and just walked around aimlessly at solsiden until it was time for my appointment at the work guidance counselor.
Sitting there chatting to my counselor i got to thinking, what the hell is it with me that makes it so easy for people to talk about themselves, their emotions, thoughts and everything concerning their life? It’s not that i mind, far from it, i really enjoy listening to people and to hear what their perspective on life is. With friends i never give it much thought, but when a totally random and really unknown person starts telling me about herself and what she pass her days doing, i really started to wonder. Maybe i would be a good shrink? Can’t see why i wouldn’t be, people open up to me and really feel comfortable telling me absolutely anything.
In a way it’s kind of annoying though, especially when I’m talking to girls out on town. As with everyone else, they tell me allot about themselves and their personal life, but at the end of the night, I’m usually the one being left behind, while someone else went home with the girl i sat all night talking to. Peculiar.

Something completely different, seeing as I’m not too keen on having all the pictures from our Alphabet parties plastered all over the web for people to see, I’ve decided i want to set certain permissions on my gallery. Therefor, if you want to watch the pictures taken by me (or by anyone else) you need to post me a comment on this blog post saying something along the lines of “i want an account, gief plx”, and I’ll make you one, set a generated password and send you and sms/mail/msn text with the details. All the alphabet party pictures will be moved to the root of the gallery, so they will be available directly on http://www.jumpingmushroom.com/gallery as soon as you’ve logged in with your account details.

J : People Adore You
O: Easy to fall in love with
H: You have a very good personality and good looks.
N: You like to drink.
N: You like to drink.
Y: Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for.

Repost with your own name!

A : You like to drink
B : You like people.
C : You are really silly.
D : You like to drink.
E : awesome kisser.
F : You are dead sexy.
G : You never let people tell you what to do.
H : You have a very good personality and good looks.
I : You are great in bed.
J : People Adore You
K : You’re wild and crazy.
L : You like to drink
M : best kisser ever.
N: You like to drink.
O: Easy to fall in love with
P : You are popular with all types of people.
Q : You are a hypocrite.
R : Easy to fall in love with.
S : Fuckin crazy.
T : Easy to fall in love with.
U : You really like to chill.
V : you are not judgemental.
W : You are very broad minded.
X : You like to drink
Y : Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for.
Z : Always ready

It’s time to move forward, put the past behind me and make new memories. After chatting for 5 hours straight with Elin last Friday, about everything and nothing, and especially previous relationships, i felt i finally was able to say “fuck it, i can’t stand having chest pains every time something reminds me of her”, so i did.

From now on I’d like to have as little as possible to do with her, she will always be in my heart, but i can’t take the pain anymore, so life moves on.

I just hope i will be strong enough….