Well, here we are again...

Crap.

Had "glattkjøring" (i.e. mandatory driving on slippery tracks) yesterday. Plus a practical session on overtaking. I have never driven this much in my entire life! 6 hours with more or less constant driving back and forth to Vikeså (I think) from Nærbø from 7 o'clock in the morning to around 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I drove on the way back while this other dude who was with me and my driving instructor drove on the way towards the tracks. It was dark, so I just let him do first. I feared I was still incompetent in that field.

The driving in itself was ok. At least I got experience in driving on slippery tracks - which was the main objective of our going there. The overtaking was demonstrably much better. But then again the road wasn't that slippery, if ever they were. In addition, it wasn't as dark as in the morning before 9 o'clock.

However, my day didn't end there. at 4pm I had to be in Sandnes to attend a preliminary course in driving in the dark. We simply went through the theoretical stuff first, e.g. the risks of driving in the dark, the factors controlling one's view of the road and potential dangers, etc. In the end I was so tired that I almost fell asleep during the last part of our teacher's lecture. I'm sorry to say it, but my eyelids were drooping and I think he might have noticed. Not that it matters, though.

When I came back I was so extremely tired that I could barely keep my eyes open and resolved - after having eaten a simple, yet slightly filling snack of toast with shrimp-egg-mayo salad and mackerel filet in tomato sauce plus the odd glass of milk - to take a snooze on the couch. That snooze lasted 3 hours. 3 hours of almost constant sleeping 'till it was 9 o'clock and I decided to eat some more and go to bed. (My record of napping continuously is at 8 hours, btw.)

When I woke up this morning at 8.30am I was still groggy after the last day, and after having struggled myself up to eat breakfast and surf a bit on the net writing mails to pals, I finally decided to give in to my tiredness and have a lie down. Now I feel excellent. And perky. Which is good, as tonight at 8:15pm I'll be going back to Sandnes to join a practical demonstration of driving in the dark, which won't be over until around 9-10pm or so. I won't be home until around 10-11pm. And I don't like being outside in the dark. I don't like being outside in the dark at all.

Hence the "Crap" that initiated this blog entry.

But at least Iwon't be working a jot this week and the next. I have decided to devote these two weeks to Spanish and taking my theoretical exam for driving - which I'll hopefully pass on my first try. But still, come what may.

What a gripping life I do lead. (Self-sarcasm, if anyone ever doubted it.)

But last evening while I was on the train on my way back home from the theoretical stuff in Sandnes I had this unexpected surge of inspiration (if one can indeed call it a "surge of inspiration"). My thoughts were simply just rambling about, and I made strange sentences which made more or less no sense and weren't coherent at all when they were put together. I have absolutely no idea whatsoever as to what caused these ramblings - I've had these before immediately after having had Spanish, and coincidentally on the train as well - but I thought I should post them on this site. Ya know, just for the heck of it. Just to publish it so others may witness the weird outcomes of my nonsensical ramblings.

Here's the first, then:

Chocolate, devour me in your sweetness.
Love me in your tears.
Juliette is far away, so succumb to my desires.
Epignant lust, effusive trust;
litter away your sorrows.
Sweet mannah from Heaven sent, disembalm my fears.

And to think of it - "epignant" isn't even a word! Heh, I might have found a substitution for the word "repugnant" in my unconsciousness, or something. I dunno. Here's another one; somewhat in rhymes this time:

Lovely licorice lad a-low.
Shatter my insinuations.
Sit, sit, sit and pray, in awe of the world a-go.
Beautiful balmy brow of thine, suffer unto me.
Ruffle in the darling winds and give myself to thee.

Then there was this sentence that just wouldn't let go:

My inner scream.

Don't ask me how or why I came up with these strange things. But they're poetic, though, aren't they? The last one slightly Shakespearian, perhaps. Maybe I was just so frustrated and so tired because of the day's challenges that rambling about like this gave me a sense of relief. But believe me, that evening I really did want to just open a window and just scream towards the night sky. However, I didn't, because that would just be too embarrassing and would perhaps cause unwanted havoc from my parents and perhaps from surrounding neighbors.

But that will be all for now. More poetic outbursts and incoherent sentences (be it in Spanish, English or Norwegian) later!

Elise

Omigosh...

Aye there, possums!

Dunno if anyone will actually read what I'll be writing in this blog, but whattheheck, I'm gonna write anyway. For those who absolutely want to read my blog, here's some organized info on my background:

• Attended the International Baccalaureate at the International School of Stavanger (ISS), and completed it in May 2005 (That is, last summer).
• Currently taking a gap year until this fall (a.k.a. fall of 2006) when I've so far completed a course in International English for Business and Professional Purposes, and am still studying Spanish on High School level, as it was impossible for me to take that course at ISS.
• Am also aiming at completing my driving lessons before this fall. We'll see if I can manage to fulfil my aims in this department - even though I'm a self-admitting BAD driver.
• Am also working at Stavanger University Hospital as a cleaner/technician (definition of latter term: cleaner of sets of operational instruments and in charge of washing, packing, sterilizing and storing for future use.)
• Religious; fervent believer of the Catholic faith, yet tolerant to other people's lifestyles and beliefs.
• Personal regard: A contemplating Bridget Jones searching for her Mark Darcy! :-D Hehe, well, perhaps not exactly so at present, but it sounded very poetic!
• Hate L'Oréal commercials. "Because I'm/you're/we're worth it"?! What the friggin' heck?! Stupid asses!
• Also hate Britney Spears and X-tina.

To me both of them are a disgrace to womanhood. I mean, okay, though their music isn't exactly to my taste I do respect them as artists when it comes to making music - but do they have to undress themselves until they're almost naked?!?! Do they have to look as if they're starring in a friggin' porn movie? Doesn't that give off the wrong signals? Doesn't the audience fail to consider them as serious musicians that way (if they indeed are as serious as they claim themselves to be performing in their underwear - and barely that, even)? First impressions when you see artists in their music videos is essential to me to judge the quality of their talents. In other words, I'd rather listen to Celine Dion, Katie Melua, Madrugada, or any artist/band who actually can resist wearing next to nothing in their videos. Sorry for this outburst of opinions even in my very first blog, but I get so frustrated when I see artists stooping to that level. Once an artist achieves that level, he/she has reached rock bottom. Then that artist has failed to obtain my good opinion of him/her forever. Humph. There is a certain thing called "dignity" too, ya know. And when it comes to such artists, I believe they've lost every single ounce of that and by that lost any scruple. So in Spanish: Ellos son totalmente locos!

So stay tuned for further updates on my personal life, thoughts and dreams.

However, don't expect me to write about every single aspect of my life, as I would like to protect certain aspects of my private life and also the identities of certain acquaintances.

Until next time!

Elise