Friday we were at a birthday party, and I was very drunk. It was fun at first, but the end of the evening wasn’t that fun. Things are a bit sucky at the moment. I shall never drink when things are sucky. This is something I learned a few years ago, but I had forgotten it. I remember now.

I am finally home. About 42 hours travelling, from the time I took a cab outside Anne and Peter Magnus’ place until I came in our front door. I’ve missed Anders terribly, and it was so good to see him. He made me dinner, and we tried to watch a film while we were eating, but I fell asleep. I think I slept for about 10 hours tonight. That’s a very long time for me. I even slept through one and a half hour of Skanska banging large sement blocks into the earth right outside our bedroom window. I still feel very tired, and I don’t feel too good after having my stumach turned inside out sometime tonight. We’ll see if I can make it to ITK today. I have taken a lot of pictures, and they will be in the gallery sometime, but not right now.

I came to chile Friday morning (local time). By then I think I had slept about 6-7 hours in three days. It’s really hard for me to sleep when I’m going somewhere, and we had to get up at 4 in the morning and leave for Gardermoen. Anders took me as far as he could, and I had promised not to cry when we were saying goodbye. Of course I couldn’t keep that promise. I’m such a wuss. The plane from Gardermoen to Paris was about 15 minues late, and which led to me having 40 minutes to catch the plane for Atlanta, in stead of 55. I ran as fast as I could, but I was a few seconds late, they closed the gate right in front of me. I kinda panicked for a while, I didn’t know what to do. They led me to customers services, and they put me on a new plane directly from Paris to Santiago. That meant I wouldn’t be more than an hour later in Santiago, but I had to wait in Paris for 13 hours. Needless to say, it was boring. All the chairs have armrests, so it’s impossible to sleep in them. I tried to sleep on the floor for a while, but I couldn’t get much sleep. When the plane finally left, i was exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep much there either. The first day in Santiago was mostly spent relaxing.

Saturday Anne, Peter Magnus and I went sightseeing. We was at a museum for precolumbian art, in a church, etc, and then we went shopping. I bought myself a new dress, it was about 1000 kr, for a dress that would probably cost about 3000 kr in Norway. Sunday there was the presidential election in Chile, and everything is closed during elections. We decided to go on a beach holiday for a couple of days. We went to a small town called Con-Con. Sunday evening the town was full of people driving around in their cars with flags and honking the horn to celebrate that Michelle Bachelet won. We spent all Monday in the sun, and I got a sun burn, as usual. Today we have been in Valparaiso. It is a very fascinating town, it’s hills everywhere, and the houses are built almost on top of each other. They are all in very different styles, shapes, sizes and colors.

Now were back in Santiago, and I’m leaving in three days. There is still much to do, I have to see San Cristobal, and I want to shop a lot more. Thursday Silje and Tarjei come from Norway, they are going to travel in South-America for a few months. I already miss Anders very, very much though, so I’m looking foreward to coming home too.

Tomorrow Anders and I are going to Oslo, and thursday morning I’m leaving for Chile. I always get very nervous when I’m going somewhere, so it is impossible to sleep now. I am very tired, but I can’t stop thinking about what I have to remember before leaving, and about everything that can go wrong. Right now I’m really dreading the 29 hours of flying/waiting. And it’s even worse the other way, 35 hours. I feel sick and lonely, I really wish Anders was coming with me. But it’s always like this. I have travelled alone before, and it’s OK. I bet I will have a great trip, and it will be worth it in the end. I also know it is very good for me to do things like this, I become way to dependent of Anders when we do everything together. And it will be great to see Anne and Peter Magnus again. So I guess I’ll try to sleep some more, and try to think positive.

Well, we’re back in town. The party was actually very good, the placing wasn’t totally random, at least not for us, dad and Anki wanted all their children with bfs/gfs to sit together with them. So I had people I could talk to and everything. It was very nice to meet all the family and family friends again too, even if I got a lot of “Look at you! You’re all grown up!”. After we had dinner and dessert, and a lot of speeches were held and songs were sung, the secret was revealed. Dad and Anki got married in October 24. 2002. Without telling anyone for three years. They actually had a dinner for the whole family Christmas the same year, where they were going to tell, but because everyone thought “Oh, they’re probably married or something”, they decided not to tell anyway. I don’t really see the point with keeping it a secret, but good for them. Maybe they worried about the family curse (MOHAHAHA!).

I don’t want to sound too negative, but I have always kinda thought we have a family curse. It seems that noone in my family can keep together for a long time. I have parents that are divorced, my mother twice, my mothers parents are divorced, my fathers grandparents were divorced, and my mothers great-grandparents weren’t even married. (My great-great-grandmother was “tater”, people who were travelling around the country looking for work, things to steal, etc. She got pregnant with a farmer, gave him the baby, and ran away.) And they got divorced when it was very unusual.

Thankfully I’m not very superstitious. Even though about 50% of married people split up, you just have to do you’re best and hope it’s enough. And the love of my life will be together with me forever (famous last words).

We’re going to Røros today, my father and stepmother are celebrating their 100th birthday (50+50 (or actually 49 +51)). We’re staying in a hotel, ’cause we can’t sleep in my mother’s guest bed. I’m almost done beeing sick now, so I think it’ll be fun, except that we probably will go crazy over the music (dæinseband! woohoo!). My father and stepmother are revealing a big surprise, wich they told their children about this Christmas. More about that later. There will be random seating at the tables, I think, so I’ll probably have to sit with people I don’t know at all. Anders will certainly have to sit with people he doesn’t know at all, but when expressed my worries about this, they just laughed at me. They’re probably right, he isn’t the one I need to worry about, he can talk to the wall if he has sit next to it. It’s worse for me.

It’s my birthday! We’re going to see Narnia today. And then we’re going to go out for dinner. And I’m sick. And old. (24, OMG!)

2006 is here, and hopefully it will be a good one. The best things right now, is that I can say “I’m getting married next year!”, and that I’m going to Chile in 11 days. We celebrated last night with a bunch of people, we were 6 for most of the night, after about half the people who were supposed to come, suddenly couldn’t (or wouldn’t). I drank a lot of champagne, and I got very sentimental around midnight, when we were out looking at the fireworks, because I have never had a boyfriend for two new years before. Afterwards we went back inside, I drank more champagne and stuff, and I collapsed in bed when everybody here was too young and too drunk. I woke up 4-5 hours later when Anders went to bed, after sending everybody home, and cleaning up after the party (it was nice not having to clean for half an hour just to be able to sit down somewhere when I got up). I couldn’t sleep anymore, so I got up after a while, and sat here drinking Snapple and julebrus, and watching Desperate Housewives on DVD, until I got so tired I went to bed again. So it has been a lazy start on the new year. Anders says I was funny last night, and he was very embarassed when I started to talk about birth control with his friends. It doesn’t bother me at all.

Since the last time I posted, I have mostly been in Røros. It was the yearly Rørosaften on Tuesday. The dinner was very nice, but the party at the hotel was mostly spent looking for one of my friends. She walked home without her purse and without her coat, sweater and boots. It was -30 degrees outside. I, and some other people, were looking for her for hours, before we had to call her parents to see if she got home. She had, so everybody was relieved, allthough her parents wasn’t very happy.

The day after, Anders came by train, and mom made pepper soup for us, my brother and his girlfriend. It is an african recipe she got from her neighbour when she was young, and I always try to get her to make it, but it takes many hours, so she rarely bothers.

My mothers guest bed is awful, so I couldn’t sleep the whole night, and Anders had a terrible back ache. We finally fell asleep in the morning, and when we woke up in the afternoon, we decided to gome home one day early, because of the bed, and because we didn’t want to get up at 4 the next morning to catch the train to make his mothers dinner party. We stopped by my father and stepmother, and for my birthday (in three days) I got to pick out an outfit in my stepmother’s shop. So I picked out a top, skirt and coat by Klær Uten Like by Mette Møller.

We couldn’t sleep much that night, so we where kinda beat at the dinner, but it was very nice. We went home, and fell asleep. We got up before midnight, and Anders invited two of his friend over for pizza. So we were awake for most the night, and slept half the day. Then we got up and got ready for the party.

Now we have slept all day again, so we’ll have to fix this soon. Tomorrow it’s 3T again.