Did you know that the cardboard pack of fluorescent tubes you can get at the SiO reception smells like cheese doodles?
Long story. Or rather, semi-long. Actually rather short.
Oh, and Nadia Hasnaoui and her kids (I reckon they were both hers) visited Kim Hagen yesterday. How I know? I'm an undercover paparazzi, that's why. An undercover paparazzi who happened to walk past Nadia + kids earlier today to pick up said cheese-doodle-smelling pack with fluorescent tube.
If you have nothing to write, write random nonsense, eh? ;-)
Peace out!
Elise
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
*snort* Huh, what?
And school's finally started. A new school year; a new era, if you like. Time to wake up from the dormant state of mind which tends to occur annually during the summer months. I'm sure it's just a coincidence. Time to take a nice huge cup consisting of what has to be multiple shots of espresso and graciously salute the next semester - now as a sophomore. I know where to turn to if there's stuff I can't find. I know what to buy and where. And then there's the Network, of course. I'm not talking about Facebook or MySpace, though handy they may be. I'm talking about real live friends.
To summarize the above paragraph in a few words: I'm glad to be back.
I dunno, there just came a time where I felt like my parents were resembling Marie and Frank Barone a tad too much. (Mind you, the resemblance is striking 24/7, but after an exaggeratedly calm trip to a cabin in Hovden where there was extremely little to do you get more than spoonfed. It's fun, but only to a certain extent.)
And lo and behold, the fire alarm. Here's to first days of school! I wonder who burnt fish sticks this time... :-P
(Approx. 20 mins. later) Some heartfelt sympathy to the poor guy who caused it. :-( He came up to some people beside me and asked nervously: "Um, do you know the number of the janitor?" Must have been embarassing for him. Good thing it wasn't freezing cold this time (on the contrary); got him saved from some sour looks in his direction... Poor guy...
Anyway, I reckon that this year will pose a bit more of a challenge both for my friends as well as myself. Most of us have started taking units in our "minor" subjects, most of which are languages, i.e. Italian, Spanish and German grammar and syntax, perhaps also French grammar, though I'm not entirely sure. (And the crowd goes wild.) Oh yes, languages galore. However... *bursts out in song* We shall overcoooooome, we shall overcoooooome, we shall overcooooome soooooomedaaaaaaaaaay... (etc., etc.) No, really.
Oh, and here's a question I've been wondering about today (which is also posted on Facebook):
I'm open to suggestions.
Waking up and smelling the coffee,
Elise
To summarize the above paragraph in a few words: I'm glad to be back.
I dunno, there just came a time where I felt like my parents were resembling Marie and Frank Barone a tad too much. (Mind you, the resemblance is striking 24/7, but after an exaggeratedly calm trip to a cabin in Hovden where there was extremely little to do you get more than spoonfed. It's fun, but only to a certain extent.)
And lo and behold, the fire alarm. Here's to first days of school! I wonder who burnt fish sticks this time... :-P
(Approx. 20 mins. later) Some heartfelt sympathy to the poor guy who caused it. :-( He came up to some people beside me and asked nervously: "Um, do you know the number of the janitor?" Must have been embarassing for him. Good thing it wasn't freezing cold this time (on the contrary); got him saved from some sour looks in his direction... Poor guy...
Anyway, I reckon that this year will pose a bit more of a challenge both for my friends as well as myself. Most of us have started taking units in our "minor" subjects, most of which are languages, i.e. Italian, Spanish and German grammar and syntax, perhaps also French grammar, though I'm not entirely sure. (And the crowd goes wild.) Oh yes, languages galore. However... *bursts out in song* We shall overcoooooome, we shall overcoooooome, we shall overcooooome soooooomedaaaaaaaaaay... (etc., etc.) No, really.
Oh, and here's a question I've been wondering about today (which is also posted on Facebook):
- How much wood would a woodchuck chuck (if a woodchuck could chuck wood)?
- Can a canner can a can? (The obvious answer would probably be: "If the to-be-canned can is considerably smaller than the can used to can the to-be-canned can, then yes." Simple logic, unlike the previous question.)
I'm open to suggestions.
Waking up and smelling the coffee,
Elise
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Sugarplum Fairy
An indescribably awesome Swedish band!!! (One of their lead singers looks kinda like Mick Jagger as well, which is pretty cool.) Always makes me happy to listen to their tracks! Have a listen!
"She" (the first song I heard from them - as a background tune of the Swedish food program "Tinas Kök"! Not exactly the most regular way of discovering new artists, but it just caught my attention, as you can imagine.):
"Marigold":
Gotta looooooove their music! :-D
"She" (the first song I heard from them - as a background tune of the Swedish food program "Tinas Kök"! Not exactly the most regular way of discovering new artists, but it just caught my attention, as you can imagine.):
"Marigold":
Gotta looooooove their music! :-D
Friday, July 27, 2007
Rambling and YouTube vid (surprised?)
Suddenly just feel like writing. I don't have any specific topic to discuss this time, so I'm-a just gone ramble awn, if you get my drift.
Back at home after having visited Oslo for 5 days with my best friend (whose birthday is in 8 days!!! GAAAAH! What to give!!!). Unfortunately I forgot to forward my mail to my parents' house instead of my flat, so you can imagine the heap of mails inside my mailbox! However, there was just only one bill I had to pay, so that's a relief. Besides that, the trip was a success, even though I was mentally spoonfed with details of what my best friend's boyfriend had said and done and what he was like. Or maybe it was just me blowing it out of proportion, me being on the singleton track again and all. Don't get me wrong, I'm doing just fine. Besides, it gives me an opportunity to chase after other guys who possess a uniform which might tickle my fancy (i.e. which is not green or beige in color)...
Speaking of men in uniforms, it's a shame that there aren't that many young pilots out there. On our trip to Oslo we took planes back and forth, you see, so if you know me well enough you can probably figure that I noticed the pilots. Now I don't know enough about how long it takes for someone to become a pilot, but personally I was kind of discouraged about this fact. According to my own humble observation most of the pilots out there are well into their 40s and older. Not exactly the greatest turn-on for yours truly... Ah well, there's still the National Guard...
Back at home after having visited Oslo for 5 days with my best friend (whose birthday is in 8 days!!! GAAAAH! What to give!!!). Unfortunately I forgot to forward my mail to my parents' house instead of my flat, so you can imagine the heap of mails inside my mailbox! However, there was just only one bill I had to pay, so that's a relief. Besides that, the trip was a success, even though I was mentally spoonfed with details of what my best friend's boyfriend had said and done and what he was like. Or maybe it was just me blowing it out of proportion, me being on the singleton track again and all. Don't get me wrong, I'm doing just fine. Besides, it gives me an opportunity to chase after other guys who possess a uniform which might tickle my fancy (i.e. which is not green or beige in color)...
Speaking of men in uniforms, it's a shame that there aren't that many young pilots out there. On our trip to Oslo we took planes back and forth, you see, so if you know me well enough you can probably figure that I noticed the pilots. Now I don't know enough about how long it takes for someone to become a pilot, but personally I was kind of discouraged about this fact. According to my own humble observation most of the pilots out there are well into their 40s and older. Not exactly the greatest turn-on for yours truly... Ah well, there's still the National Guard...
(Hm, I shouldn't have slouched... Ah well, not much to be done there...)
Otherwise, I've just been watching "Le Fabuleux Destin D'Amelie Poulain", and despite me not having studied French at all (I only had the choice between German and... German) I found the movie intriguing. Sure, it emphasized A LOT on Amelie's eccentric nature, but I liked the story, the intricate symbolism and the techniques used in filming and editing (like fast-forwarding, exaggerated zooming in on something and objects coming to life and communicating with the characters). Fascinating. But I think this is one of those movies that grows on you; the more you watch it the more you find interesting details. I'm one of those people who don't notice details all at once; I do sometimes, mind you, but most of the time I focus on the main aspects. The movie was intriguing because there are so many details that are significant to the story as a whole - you really have to pay attention to all of Amelie's quirks to get the whole picture. A challenge for someone who doesn't pay that much attention to details during the first run-through of movies, but still really good. What striked me was that some of the techniques used reminded me of Baz Luhrmann's movies, e.g. "Romeo + Juliet" and "Moulin Rouge". Strong colors, great technique in filming and a touch of flamboyance... Really quite unique.
Anyway, enough rambling. I need to go to the bathroom (which was something you really had to know!). And then I'm gonna dawdle some more. Yay! :-D *frolicks cheerfully to nearest bathroom* And behold, 'tis another YouTube vid! :-P
Me despido de ti y me voy,
Elise
Thursday, June 21, 2007
"Home, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play..."
Well, not exactly, but you get my drift.
Finally all of my exams are done and I'm home working my arse off at the hospital. That's why I haven't been able to update for a while. Demasiado trabajo... After what, 3 years wherein I've worked every summer at the hospital, I (finally?) begin to get the need to expand my horizons; i.e. I want to try something else next summer.
Mind you, working at the hospital is great fun (despite the heaps of gossip, backstabbing and grapevine tendencies), but each time I've arrived at the sterilization unit to work they've introduced a new system. The latest one is by far the greatest and does not only apply to this hospital, but to the whole Norwegian network of hospitals. Everything has become all computerized now, with bar codes and labels that have to be put on. Gone are the days wherein you could just pack whatever that came from the washing machines by the operating rooms without knowing their names (I'm referring to the smaller packs for individual instruments that are separated from the actual larger sets of operating instruments). Uh-uh. Now you actually have to know what each of the thingumajigs are called - which, to an ignorant summer employee, can be rather daunting, especially when the stress level is at a high point. ("Should I ask what this thingy is called, or should I just leave it where I'd found it?" "Will they bite my head off if I ask?" "Should I do this or that?") And obviously the stress rubs off on the rest of us, because we really do want to help, but we aren't exactly capable of dissembling, reinstalling and creating the more complicated sets of instruments. We can only do so much. We do try to lighten their burdens at least a little bit, but unfortunately all we can do with regard to those complicated sets of instruments is to pack them. (I'm thinking about an incident which happened two days ago during my late shift. I won't elaborate.)
Anyway, that's basically where I am at the moment. Kind of frustrated with the new system (especially during last week, which was my very first for this summer), but still hanging in there.
Oh, and yes, grades are in. That is, all except for ONE - which is also a source of frustration for me these days. But seriously, if the exam paper states that the grades are to be published 2-3 weeks after the exam, it would be an idea to actually stick to the friggin' deadline!!! The exam I'm referring to took place on May 25th, i.e. it's already passed the deadline of 3 weeks. Can you believe it? I certainly hope our teacher hasn't left for her summer vacation without correcting our exams!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Anyway, besides these sources of ever-so-slight irritation I'm happy to be home. I must admit it felt kinda weird to see my home town again. I had the same feeling as when me and my parents see "our" old house in Lyngdal. Like this was my home, but now it... sort of... isn't. The difference is of course that my parent's house is still my home. This chronically manure-infested area is in fact my home and will be so in saecula saeculorum ("forever and ever"); more so than Lyngdal. Despite the sometimes aggravating small-town mentality this windy little coastal patch will always be where I'll find my roots.
*getting all sentimental* Enough now... ;-)
Happy vibes to the world,
Elise
Finally all of my exams are done and I'm home working my arse off at the hospital. That's why I haven't been able to update for a while. Demasiado trabajo... After what, 3 years wherein I've worked every summer at the hospital, I (finally?) begin to get the need to expand my horizons; i.e. I want to try something else next summer.
Mind you, working at the hospital is great fun (despite the heaps of gossip, backstabbing and grapevine tendencies), but each time I've arrived at the sterilization unit to work they've introduced a new system. The latest one is by far the greatest and does not only apply to this hospital, but to the whole Norwegian network of hospitals. Everything has become all computerized now, with bar codes and labels that have to be put on. Gone are the days wherein you could just pack whatever that came from the washing machines by the operating rooms without knowing their names (I'm referring to the smaller packs for individual instruments that are separated from the actual larger sets of operating instruments). Uh-uh. Now you actually have to know what each of the thingumajigs are called - which, to an ignorant summer employee, can be rather daunting, especially when the stress level is at a high point. ("Should I ask what this thingy is called, or should I just leave it where I'd found it?" "Will they bite my head off if I ask?" "Should I do this or that?") And obviously the stress rubs off on the rest of us, because we really do want to help, but we aren't exactly capable of dissembling, reinstalling and creating the more complicated sets of instruments. We can only do so much. We do try to lighten their burdens at least a little bit, but unfortunately all we can do with regard to those complicated sets of instruments is to pack them. (I'm thinking about an incident which happened two days ago during my late shift. I won't elaborate.)
Anyway, that's basically where I am at the moment. Kind of frustrated with the new system (especially during last week, which was my very first for this summer), but still hanging in there.
Oh, and yes, grades are in. That is, all except for ONE - which is also a source of frustration for me these days. But seriously, if the exam paper states that the grades are to be published 2-3 weeks after the exam, it would be an idea to actually stick to the friggin' deadline!!! The exam I'm referring to took place on May 25th, i.e. it's already passed the deadline of 3 weeks. Can you believe it? I certainly hope our teacher hasn't left for her summer vacation without correcting our exams!!!
Anyway, besides these sources of ever-so-slight irritation I'm happy to be home. I must admit it felt kinda weird to see my home town again. I had the same feeling as when me and my parents see "our" old house in Lyngdal. Like this was my home, but now it... sort of... isn't. The difference is of course that my parent's house is still my home. This chronically manure-infested area is in fact my home and will be so in saecula saeculorum ("forever and ever"); more so than Lyngdal. Despite the sometimes aggravating small-town mentality this windy little coastal patch will always be where I'll find my roots.
*getting all sentimental* Enough now... ;-)
Happy vibes to the world,
Elise
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