Flashback Into my Teens

I found this blog, and it gave me something to think about. What was I doing! 10 years ago. Let's see, that would be in 1995 and I would be 13. What a nice time... or maybe not. In my younger teens, I wanted to be different from everybody else. I disliked some of the people in my class, the rest I was in love with. I was obsessive (or starting to get obsessive) about music, britpop was the big thing. Which was good for me since nobody else where I lived liked it. And I wrote a lot of letters. I had pen pals all around the world, or at least all around Europe. As all teens do, I thought I was having a miserable time, and I was the only one in the world who had it like that. 5 years ago. The year I turned 18, the year 2000. Well, this autumn, my grandfather died and my mom almost burned down our kitchen. Not too good. The good bits was that I got my cat in late october. He's a funny, weird, fat and food-loving black-and-white street mix named Munti (or Merry, in english), and I can't have him with me because I'm allergic to animals. I live in a tiny little room sharing my kitchen with 7 other people.

So he's staying with grandma, otherwise known as my mom 1 year ago. Now, I had lived in Tromsø for a few months, and I was almost finished with my first semester at university. This time of year I was studying hard for exams, with some people who turned out to be not so good friends. I'm happy they are out of my life. Apart from that, I was very much young, free and single and enjoying it. This was about six months after a long-term relationship ended so I enjoyed it a lot. Yesterday. I spent the better part of the day reading for my next exam, will start writing it today. It is an assignment on the change from norse religion to christianity. It's interesting stuff. And it's only five pages so I'll be finished in no time and can enjoy some relaxing before I go home on christmas holiday to relax more! Spent the evening with my boyfriend, watched tv. Not much interesting. So. Last ten years of my life. I was thinking about it a few days ago, how this blog will be fun to read in a year or five. I've never managed to keep anything diary-like for this long before, so I am looking forward to it.

I have by the way started to look for somewhere else to live. Fed up with my neighbours, fed up with the student organization who owns this place, fed up with the way it looks here. Fed up with everything. What I would really like, is to by my own apartment, and buy all the furniture (I hope IKEA comes to Tromsø... inside joke) and decorate just how I want it. But to do that, I have to first win the lottery. And to win the lottery, I have to buy lottery tickets. And to buy tickets, I have to have money. And I don't have any money. So no apartment for me. So... it's looking for a new room to rent. Oh and I have some very big news, but they are a secret so I can't tell, in case anyone who shouldn't know happens to read this. But I am so excited! I just want to scream and go "wheeeee". I can probably tell in about a month, but then the excitement will have worn off. By the way, it is now ten minutes to nine in the morning here in Tromsø, and it is still dark out. How much does that make you want to get out of bed / your room? Not much for me. But I do have to get going. I am supposed to do my laundry in exactly ten minutes and then be on my way to catch the bus. I am so not making that today.