we choose for ourselves

a real eye-opener

i'm writing this post as my splitting headache fades and scheduling it for tuesday morning, because tuesday's gonna be a crazy busy day for me. i'm feeling a little discouraged and slightly depressed about some total crap that's going on as i write this, but i just read marinik's post from saturday, about how we choose for ourselves what kind of day we're going to have. and so right here, right now, even tho' i have a headache and just lost approximately half of my brain cells watching an episode of america's next top model and probably sent VEG over the edge by jokingly suggesting canada apply for statehood (again, i blame the aforementioned missing brain cells), i'm going to choose to have a great tuesday.  and why shouldn't i? although That Girl forgot to pack my flat iron, i have molly's magic beads and my favorite black banana republic suit  and sexy wolford tights (there i go with the brands again) to wear tomorrow. and the lack of flat iron means that i can try out this hairstyle, which i've been wanting to do ever since trinsch first posted it.  doesn't it look pretty and calm and carefree? see, looking on the bright side. now keep your fingers crossed that the misogynist dinosaurs aren't about, as i forgot to bring my magic wand....(just to mix the metaphors up a bit).

wanting to end this on a hopeful note.

she's at it again

remember the last time i came to oslo (i'm talking to all of my pre-BoN lovelies) how some moron apparently packed my suitcase, leaving out essential items like clean underwear and deodorant and footwear one could be seen in in public, but including things like knitting needles (when i don't even know how to knit) and three different kinds of perfume (that at least we understand)? well, apparently, she's been at work again...

1. she failed to pack my toothbrush, which i didn't discover until after the big-ass mall next door had closed and i was forced to brush my teeth with my finger and some toothpaste (which thankfully WAS in the makeup bag as usual--and i'd really like to know where my travel toothbrush is).
2. she ordered my tickets home for late friday afternoon, not realizing that friday is a HOLIDAY and therefore a day off in norway. and then, when i tried to change my ticket today, i discovered that on a holiday, norwegians apparently choose to flee norway via copenhagen, as there was NO WAY to move the flight up. not a flight to be had outta here tomorrow evening or friday morning, so i'll be the ONLY ONE IN NORWAY until 16:20 on friday.
3. that moron keeps insisting on speaking danish to clerks in shops (double lattes are allowed during austerity april) and waiters (so is dinner). this leads the norwegians to think that i have a prayer of understanding their response. which i don't.
4. she ordered a double latte after 4 p.m. this will not be good after restless swine-flu ridden sleep last night (coughing, couldn't breathe--ok, it might be the birch pollen, not the swine flu), but i need some beauty sleep!
5. she broke austerity april and impulse-purchased an album called little things (thinking perhaps it wouldn't count against the austerity april thing if it was just a little thing) by hanne hukkelberg . it's a bit weird (in a good, tori amos/regina spektor/marie frank kinda way) and although i think she's norwegian, she largely sings in english and swears in danish. which, on the whole, i like. and it was a nice price album at only 89.90NOK, which is close to free, so it didn't break austerity april THAT badly, or wouldn't have had she not also authorized the purchase of the new whitest boy alive. she apparently knows we like norwegian music.

lastly, she made me get a brownie with my coffee after 4 p.m., tho' arguably that might have been molly's fault.