OK, first the good news. I’ve been to a family reunion thingy this weekend in Trysil. It was really fun, and I got to know/meet many of my second cousins and such. We ate a lot of food, then we played golf, for the first time in my life, and then we drank alcohol and played cards. All fun and games.

Mom and I drove back to Røros today, and I made her dinner. Then Anders called and asked me to come home one day early, because he missed me so (isn’t he sweet? damnit, I mean manly?), so I took the first train home. And after we had talked/kissed for a while, and walked home, I could tell something was wrong, so I asked him. The bad news: someone was at a party here yesterday and stole my perfume! It may not seem that bad, and I was kinda relieved at first that it wasn’t anything else he was afraid to tell me. But now I have been lying awake in bed for an hour, and I can’t sleep because it bothers me so. It’s not that it’s so expensive, I can buy it here for about 300-400 nkr, which is about twice the price it was at the airport in London, it just that it bothers me that someone actually was in our bathroom in our appartment looking through all my stuff, and then decided to steal my perfume. I have been trying to remember what I had there, because I don’t know if anything else is stolen. I had quite a lot of expensive jewellery, perfume and make-up in there, and I can’t remember everything. It also bothers me that I know that the next time I’m going away and Anders is having a party, I’m going to be totally paranoid. And finally it bothers me that my boyfriend has spent all day worrying that I may get mad at him, because my perfume is gone.

At the party there was a lot of nerdy boys, and five girls. Anders knows most of them very well, and have known four of the five girls for many years. I can’t imagine any of the boys stealing it. They wouldn’t have known it was worth anything, and most of them were going out after the party, and definetly wouldn’t have brought a perfume bottle with them. Also, four of the girls are highly unlikely to do something like that. “And then there was one little Indian”. Firstly, she has apparently done stuff like this before. Secondly, she went straight home after the party. So we’re pretty sure who the culprit is. But there’s not much to do about it, is it? Anders called her up and yelled at her today, and she obviously denied it.

What the hell is wrong with someone like that? I can kinda understand shoplifters, it’s not acceptable, but at least they don’t steal from someone they know. This girl had to know that we’d notice it was missing, and that there was quite a chance we would find out who did it. She won’t be invited here anymore, and the guy who brought her here, who is a friend of Anders, probably won’t bring her anyplace else. She is seventeen years old, and she is totally screwing her life up. I don’t know her name, but I might publish it when I find out, if Anders doesn’t talk me out of it. It ’s not nice being vindictive, but right now I’m so pissed I just want to slap the little bitch.

On Friday Anders and I celebrated our 6 month engagement anniversary. Anders came home from work with roses and a gift for me, it was a gift certificate for Solsiden Spa. It’s way too expensive of course, but it’s very sweet of him. Then we went to Big Horn Steakhouse for dinner and red wine. Then we went home, and Anders opened a bottle of champagne he had hidden in the fridge. Then we tok a taxi, and Anders made me take my sweater over my head so I wouldn’t see where we were going. He lead me out of the taxi and sat me down on a bench, before he let me see. I was sitting on the bench where we were on our first date, on a lookout point on Byåsen. Then he gave me strawberries and more champagne. He is very romantic when he wants to. And sweet. Although he tries to pretend he’s not, and is going to complain about me writing it here.

Norway’s constitution day was yesterday. and for once it was warm and sunny. Anders and I took Thomas with us and went up to Anders grandparents for lunch, and I had way too much to eat already. Then we were in the parade together with Samfundet (the student society), and my feet were totally ruined. After that we went to Anders father and stepmother for dinner, and had way too much to eat once more. Then we went up to my aunt and uncle, where my grandparents also were visting, and had coffee and cake, and watched the Champions League final. It wasn’t quite as boring as I expected, it’s almost acceptable having to watch football (soccer) once in while (once in a blue moon). It’s also good to know that I don’t have to eat anything for the next week or so.

We’re back from London, we wen’t to Cambridge, we were at a musical, The Producers, we were at Madam Tussaud’s, we had lunch in Hyde Park, etc. We had a great time. Friday we were at the Dum Dum Boys concert, and we went right home afterwards, because I was tired. All of Anders’ friends laughed at him. They are so totally just jealous because they don’t have girlfriends. If they had they would have followed them home too. Yesterday we were at a confirmation for Anders’ second cousin. All in all we have had a bit too much to do lately, and we need to relax a bit. But right now we’re trying to tidy up the office, and we’re going to to a lot of exercising for a while, Anders’ is supposed to have a sixpack before Christmas, and I would like to fit into my bunad again. My laptop is getting fixed, so I have to beg Anders to use his once in a while. I hope I get it back soon, so I can write more.

We’re going to London in three days! Woohoo! And today I’m taking a trip to Røros. My ex-step-aunt’s dog (yeah, I know, my family is way too complicated) had puppies a couple a weeks ago, so I will hopefully get to see them tonight.

I’m just finished with that week of the month, and Anders stayed with me through it this time too. I don’t understand why sometimes. I have got terrible PMS. I never knew it until we moved in together, when I lived alone I didn’t have anybody to be angry with, so it wasn’t a problem. Anders asks me why I don’t just say to myself that I have got PMS when I get angry, and stop bitching about whatever it is. The problem is that I don’t feel like I have PMS. It just feels like whatever I’m angry about is very important, and that my boyfriend (or whoever I’m fighting with) is the most stupid person in the world. And it feels like the world sucks, and my body aches all over and I hate everything. So please my dear, just ignore me and let me sit and a corner and fume until I’m done with it. And then let me lie in your arms and cry until I’m done with that too. I really am terribly sorry for what I put him through sometimes. But then again it’s better that I get my period than that I don’t, isn’t it?