The Susanne

Just back from another lovely few days in London, the hap­pi­est place on earth. The thing that always strikes me about London is how as ease I feel there. It feels more like home to me than Oslo and I’ve only been there three times and never for more than seven days. I simply love the atmo­sphere and the relaxed feel­ing of that great city! I love the fact that although it’s a huge city the centre is so small you can easily walk just about any­where, and you can move from one bor­ough  to another so quickly you might find your­self won­der­ing ‘how did I get here?’ I love the fact that there’s always, and I mean always some­thing new to do or see (okay, yes, I real­ise I’m a n00b and I might have to eat those words one day when I’ve lived in London a while and per­haps have grown a bit jaded…but as for now I am still won­der­fully naïve and I’d like to stay that way for as long as I can!)

Would love to tell all but am too exhausted and must get up at crack of dawn to write a five page ‘essay’ to be ready by twelve.

So today in my lit­er­ary cri­ti­cism class there was an incred­ibly loud girl. She was so loud it made my brain hurt even though I stuck my fin­gers in my ears. She also spoke in a quite strong German accent and this com­bined with the fact that every­one else spoke in per­fectly appro­pri­ate level voices made me wonder whether her fail­ure to real­ise that she was being obnox­iously loud is due to 1) her being German 2) her being half deaf? or 3) her being an obnox­ious person who doesn’t realise/care that she is both­er­ing others with her extreme loud­ness. Whichever of the reas­ons apply, (or if it’s due to 4) she’s a German demon, come to the world of the living on pur­pose to tor­ture us into com­mit­ting sui­cide!) I made a mental note to bring ear plugs to the next seminar.

Yeah so I am loving life at the moment! Having too much to do obvi­ously agrees with me (as long as it’s stuff I enjoy, mind you!) as I’m cur­rently both incred­ibly busy and ridicu­lously happy. Am cur­rently read­ing a script that I’m to assess for (pos­sible) tran­la­tion.  I was going to just skim through it but I am loving it so much that I really can’t stop myself from read­ing it as I would any novel that I am read­ing for pure enjoy­ment. Obvi­ously I will recom­mend that it be translated…

On a more per­sonal note (after all what else are per­sonal blogs for, eh?) I want to take this oppor­tun­ity to con­grat­u­late The Ex (hence­forth to be known simply as Oddmund) on his newly acquired girl­friend! (I am so happy for you, darling. You def­in­itely deserve this!) Pretty much exactly to the day a year after our break-​up. Stu­dent of lit­er­at­ure that I am I cannot fail to notice the won­der­ful sym­bolic value of this.

Also I will be jet­ting off to London two weeks from today, which i am very excited about. Espe­cially as this time will be purely for enjoy­ment, having done with all the oblig­at­ory touristy stuff two months ago. Simply bril­liant. Or as they say at Prestwick: Pure dead Bril­liant. I’ve not been there in well over three years and I still remem­ber that ridicu­lously Scot­tish slogan.

Also, am off to Bergen on the night train tomor­row. Two and a half days there with the most amaz­ing girls that I met in Den­mark, and Nat of course (who I’m trav­el­ling with). Speak­ing of Nat, we went to not only one but two court­yard sales today (pub­lish­ing houses selling off stock for prac­tic­ally noth­ing to increase cash flow. Gotta love it!) and ended up with a pretty good loot if I may say so myself. After­wards we went for sushi and I am now sit­ting here, full and happy, observing that my book cases are once again abso­lutely burst­ing, think­ing that I have no more fur­niture that I can throw out so I must simply get a new flat in order to fit new book cases to keep all my books in.

ps, are you laugh­ing yet?