Iiiiih! I can’t believe my luck. I wished for snow yesterday, and when I wake up this morning, everything is covered with a thick, white carpet. So now I have candles everywhere, and I am listening to Hans Rotmo – Vårres Jul. I can’t wait for Christmas. I will go exercise in a while, and it will be a good day.

This year I am celebrating Christmas together with Anders, and his family on his mother’s side. This is the first time I’m not with my own famile for christmas. It feels a little weird to not be going home, but I guess it would be even weirder if I wasn’t celebrating Christmas with Anders. We’re almost always together, so it doesn’t make sense not to spend the important days together. My mother isn’t quite pleased with it though, she wants me to come home. But when both my and Anders parents have split up, they just have to accept that they won’t get to spend Christmas together with us more than about every fourth year.

I really start to look foreward to Christmas now. For many years I didn’t like christmas much, my dysfunctional family just made it messy and stressful. I hope it starts snowing soon, so I can really get into the spirit. The worst thing about not going home, is missing the “Christmas feeling” of Røros.

I haven’t bought many gifts yet, but I have a few planned. I just have to save up some money, so I can afford them. (Who do I have to sleep with to get some free money anyway? Don’t answer that). I have however written a wish list, for anyone who is wondering what to get me for Christmas, and my birthday 11 days later.

Ooh, and the gallery is updated with pictures from Stockholm etc.

“One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.”

Mohahaha.

No, I’m just kidding. By popular demand, here is the story about the proposal.
As I have written earlier, Anders gave me the trip to Stockholm as a one year anniversary gift. He told me to bring a nice dress, because we were doing “something” on Saturday. Friday morning Anders left early for a meeting, after staying up half the night working. He promised he wouldn’t be late, he knows how stressed out I get when we have to catch a flight. After a while he called to say that he would be half an hour late, because the meeting was delayed. When he was 40 minutes late I called him, nearly screaming in the phone, I was sure we wouldn’t make it. At that time, I later found out, he was at the jeweller’s buying rings. He still wasn’t home for about half an hour, and I was jumping up and down when he walked in the door. We had about 5 minutes until the bus left for the airport. Then, one of Anders friends called. He wanted his rum, that he had left after a party, and offered to drive us to the airport, as long as we waited for him to get there. As always, Anders is way luckier than he deserves.

When we came to Stockholm Anders’ friend Richard met us at the airport. He then drove us to the hotel, and Richard, his girlfriend Ida and another of Anders’ friends, Anders, came to meet us there later. We went out for something to eat, and then drank some beer in the hotelroom. Anders (my Anders) got kinda drunk, and I was slightly irritated with him. He then said that I would understand why he took a few beers to many later.

Saturday until about 4, was spent shopping. (Yes, I bought more shoes. So shoot me.) Then we went to the hotel to shower, change clothes etc. Anders was really obsessed with everything being perfect. I still hadn’t a clue what we were doing. We then took a taxi to “Gamla Stan”. When we were in the taxi, Anders told me he had figured out that the area our hotel was in was called “Sentralbadet”. Then we came to a restaurant, and there was flower petals all over our table. While we were eating, Anders was questioning me about different things, “How do you see us in ten years?” etc. Then we got into a taxi again, and Anders told the driver to go to “Sentralbadet”. We got out, and Anders said we had to walk for a bit. It was snowing and ice cold outside, and I wore high heels (by Anders’ request), so I wasn’t very happy about it. We walked into a park, everything was covered in snow. We walked around the park, then he told me to sit down on a stone block. He took out the camera and took a picture of me. Then he took out a box, kneeled down, and asked me to marry him. I was shocked, and just looked at him and the ring for a second. Then I said “Of course I will”, with tears running down my cheeks.

Then we walked to the hotel, and after calling our parents, took the bus to Richard and Ida. They were ready with champagne, and we celebrated the rest of night.

A few weeks ago, Anders walked me all over town, stopping in front of every jeweller’s window so I could tell him which ring I liked. I tought he was just kidding with me, and trying to make me stop doing it to him.
I guess I should have taken the hints he gave me, he is terrible at keeping secrets. And when he made such a big deal about this night, the thought did sweep my mind. But I always said to myself “No, it can’t be that. He won’t propose now.” So I really was shocked when he did it.

Unlike most girls, I guess, I’ve never been really keen on marriage. My family has a very bad track record, and I’ve never really understood the point. Everybody gets divorced anyway. When there is a guy in the picture, the perspective is a little different. It’s not that I think marriage will really make a difference, if someone wants to brake up, they will do it whether they’re married or not. But it still feels like something we need to do. Now it is important to me to show Anders and everybody else how much I love him, and that I intend to be with him for the rest of my life. I have also had very ambivalent fellings towards engagement. I feel like it has become such a cliché. People get engaged because they have been together for a certain time, and/or it seems like a cool thing to do, not because they really want to get married. (I made that point clear to Anders long ago, if we were going to get engaged, it had to be because we intended to get married, in the foreseeable future.) Now that we are engaged, it feels very right. It feels like I have made a decision, and I’m happy and relieved that it has been made. The ring is a symbol of all this. I didn’t get to wear the ring for a long time, I had it until we got to the party (to show off). They had to be delivered in for resizing yesterday, and then they have to be engraved. And we haven’t even decided on what to engrave yet. So we won’t get them back for three weeks or something. It felt weird the second I took it off, it felt as it was supposed to be there.

We haven’t set a date yet. Anders wants to get married in the summer, and I’d like that too. This summer is only 8 months away, so I guess that will be to little time. We haven’t decided how to get married yet either, Anders wants to invite 200 of our closest friends, while I just want to run off to Madagascar or something. We need some time to discuss it, and I don’t think we can afford it this summer. So it will probably be next summer.

We’re going to Stockholm today! We’re going to party with Anders friends tonight, and tomorrow Anders has planned something else. He will not tell me what it is, only that I have to wear a dress. I also plan to get a lot of my christmas shopping done. Wishes anyone?

I wrote a “100 things about me” page. Mainly just because I thought it was a fun thing to do. I think it needs a spell sheck, but I can’t be bothered right now.

On another note, it has been terrible weather today. I wake up at 06.30 because of the wind. It’s supposed to be a lot worse in the south-west, though. I’m supposed to go buy toilet paper and stuff, but I refuse to go outside.

When I wake up early in the morning by the clock radio, that usually is very loud, and that Anders hits the snooze button on like ten times before he can bring himself to get out of bed, I get really irritated. I’m a much lighter sleeper than him, and all the noise makes me become wide awake before I get all the sleep I need that night. The few times he actually can get out of bed without waking me, it’s even worse. This morning I woke up from a sound, I guess it was the front door closing, and when in my half sleep I look for him, and he’s not there, I almost panic. I’m so used to him beeing there, it feels like something is wrong when he’s not. He is often afraid of losing me. He doesn’t need to be. Without him I feel like whole piece of myself is missing. I guess we don’t have the most uncomplicated relationship in the world. We disagree far to much. We’re both very concerned with making the world and our surroundings as good as possible, for ourselves and for everybody else, we just fundamentally disagree on how to make it happen. But just because I get angry with him from time to time, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’ve got. In my eyes he’s the most beautiful, sweetest, kindest, smartest, most loving and funniest person in the world.

Some may think I shouldn’t write about this. But it’s my blog, so I’ll write whatever I want. My ex-boyfriend contacts me from time to time. It’s not very often, it’s like every few months to half a year between each time, so it doesn’t bother me much. The thing is, he’s an asshole. He dumped me on a text message, refused to speak to me anymore, and I later found out he had been cheating on me. I did everything for him. He used me, he stepped all over me, and I couldn’t see it at all. Until I met him, I never understood women who stays together with men who beat them. I still don’t think I would, but I’m not sure. I certaintly know how blind one can become. I fell in love with him because he is (and it pains me to write this) smart, funny and good-looking. He has one big flaw, that I didn’t see, he misses the most important thing, he just isn’t nice. Well, anyway, it took me a few months, and I was totally over it. Then he started to write me messages. He was kind of friendly at first, but I knew he was after something. (I guess he hadn’t gotten any in a while, and was really desperate.) My friends told me to play him a little, and get him to think I really was going to meet him, like he wanted, and then stand him up. I tried for a while, but I wasn’t really able to go through with it. I guess I’m not the revenge type of girl. I can get mad when I have a reason to be so (and I definetly was mad at him), but it wears of quite fast. Anders has offered to help make his life a living hell to, but I really don’t see the point. I have said what I needed to say to his face. (And when I did, he looked more afraid then I have never seen anyone look in my whole life. All I can say, don’t make me angry.) I’m not angry anymore, I just don’t want anything to do with him. The point to all this is, that even though I just want him to fall of the face of the earth every time he contacts me, it is one advantage to it. I know that he is out there, and wants me back. He knows he never will meet a girl who lets him treat her the way I did (and if he does, she needs help). And I can reject him, and tell him I have the greatest boyfriend in the world, and that I’m a hell of a lot better off without him.

Tomorrow (or to be exact, in 1 hour) it’s day of movies in norweigan cinemas. Anders and I are going to see The Exorcism of Emily Rose 00.01, Corpse Bride 17.50 and The Legend of Zorro 22.25. (I wonder if anyone can guess which of us picked what film.) I love scary movies. People don’t understand why. Many of my friends (the girls) hate scary movies. Anders doesn’t mind going with me, but he laughs at me when he sees how scared I get. I nearly break his hand every time something scary happens. One of the things I love with scary movies, is that they usually end well. No matter how bad and bloody and scary everything is, the hero always come out of it alive (at least until the sequel). I also love that they’re so unreal. When you walk out of the cinema, everything is quiet and normal. Well, I have to wake Anders up now.

French Guard
I’m French! Why do think I have this outrageous
accent, you silly king-a?!

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