Jeg forstår ikke norsk.

I've decided to learn Norwegian. I already started a little bit, I understand a few basic things now. Hopefully on the whole this won't be too difficult to do. If it is, it is. I'm learning Norwegian. The title says "I don't understand Norwegian".

Waiting Game

I've been waiting here for almost two hours now. My brother's new computer is supposed to arrive today. An iBook, just like my sister's, but a tad more advanced. So I'm waiting. I have to sign for it when it arrives, because everybody else is MIA, so the task falls to me. They probably just came by and managed to make so little noise that I didn't go upstairs to look. I wonder what he's doing with his old computer now. Not that I want it, I can't deal with Macs, I'm a Wintel child through and through. I have to get a job so that I can buy my own computer. And have money to... pay for stuff. But I do want my computer, my Wilhelm. Someday. We'll see. Because that, like today, is just a waiting game.

Necklace

There, I finally got a picture of it. I realized last night that if I put new batteries in our old digital camera I could get pictures onto this computer without finagling with Daley's computer or camera. So I took this picture last night, and here it is. Now you know what the necklace looks like (I'm looking at you Janny).

Close

I am close to so few people. Friends: A lot. Aquaintances: A shitload. Close Friends: Well... not too many.

The result at this particular moment is that I feel like I have nobody to talk to at moments like these when I have something I really need to get out to someone. Because nobody feels right. I just don't talk to certain people about certain things, and then one person I really do talk to this thing about is an ass half the time who fucking overanalyzes everything. I mean, honestly. People say I use big words and complicated language. I at least usually still use it in a casual style. He sounds like he's reading out of a fucking textbook when he gives me advice, and to him everything is black and white. "Everything is black and white. Shades of grey are a product of closeness to the issue." He said that to me. He actually said that and he actually believes it. Damnit.

Christ. Sometimes I feel like just going and confiding all the details of my life to complete strangers on the net (believe me, this blog has not anywhere near all the details of my life). At least strangers could give an objective eye without being fucking assholes. I don't know why I even mentioned it to him, I've known him for two year, I should have know. But then again the whole thing with Kevin proves that what I should have known I rarely did.

Whatever. Fuckit.