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Day Zero Project

I’m a part of a group of people who are going to start a list of 101 things we want to accomplish in 1001 days, starting January 1st 2015. We all have different lists, and we’re using the web page to keep track of this.

You can find my personal list here, or you can click the link on the top of the page, which will lead you to the list. I’m pretty sure the list on my actual Day Zero Project profile will be updated more often than the one I have pasted here on my blog, but I will try to update them both.

Some of the goals are really easy to do, others are easy, but take time, and others again are harder. But all the things on this list are things I think I’ll be able to do during 1001 days (2,7 years), so I have hopes that I’ll get through them all.

Some of the things on my list are on someone else’s list too, so some things we’ll do together. Other things, we’ll do alone.

I will try to make some posts about my progress through this project, but since I know myself pretty well, there might also not be too many updates. We’ll see.

Now I just can’t wait until I’m allowed to start!

The Winningest Kitten!

Okay, the two last days have been crazy.

Firstly, this happened:

Look at this! I did it!

Look at this! I did it!

Yeah. I kinda won NaNoWriMo for the first time.

That was yesterday.

Today turned out to be just as crazy. Remember I told you I was trying to get my driver’s licence?

I passed.

I effin passed!

A part of me is petrified by the fact that they think I’m a good enough driver to be let out on the roads, and I feel that the actual driver’s test today went horrible. Obviously not. I have this piece of paper that I can bring, and it counts as a driver’s licence until my actual licence arrives in my mailbox.

Then, I donated blood for the first time! That was much less uncomfortable than I thought it would be. I was sure I was going to be so dizzy, but nope. I’m just very tired. And trying to drink more than I use to to build up my fluid levels again.

I also have a leg of lamb preparing in the oven, and I think Husband said something about chocolate mousse. And, since a whole leg of lamb would go bad before we could manage to eat it, we’re having friends over for dinner.

Life is good. <3

The 24 centigrade freezer


The cup says “Camilla means helpful” in Norwegian, and I got it for my birthday when I was a kid. It now has gløgg in it, because gløgg is awesome. Also, *scowl*.

Everything is cold and I’m freezing and all the buses were late today and I had to go to work and I wrote like 50 words today.

It’s 24 centigtrades in this room, and I’m sitting here wrapped up in a thick woolen blanket, with probably three layers of clothing, freezing my arse off.

I hate being cold. I hope the gløgg will take care of that.

…do people even drink gløgg in other countries? I hope you non-Norwegians do, because it’s made of awesome. But, alas, I’m way too cold and lazy to research this. Maybe I’ll make a gløgg related post in December, when gløgg season starts.

I’m just gonna sit here drinking gløgg, scowling at everyone and watch youtube videos about, um, notebooks?

A tiny bit of Life among the writing

I might have written only about NaNoWriMo lately. So here’s a post about what else is happening for you guys who don’t care about me spewing out words like there’s no tomorrow.


Me, doing the driver’s education thing this summer.

Driver’s license: I am currently hard at work with trying to get my driver’s license. I failed miserably the last time, since I was so nervous that I forgot how to use the stick properly. This time, though, I’m hopefully not all that nervous, and we’ve been practising a lot on the stuff I failed on, me and my driver’s education teacher. This is the last chance I have to get my driver’s licence this year, so I really want to pass this time.

The Japanese Red Cross mascot. Relevant because wherever we saw this, there was a blood donor bus close by.

The Japanese Red Cross mascot. Relevant because wherever we saw this, there was a blood donor bus close by.

Donating blood: So yeah. I’ve been wanting to become a blood donor for many years now, but since I was on a just too high dose of antidepressants for several years, I wasn’t allowed to donate blood. Since I stopped taking the antidepressants, the blood bank has given me several appointments, but never any who didn’t collide with something else I had to do. Until now. First, they tried to make me donate blood five minutes after my driver’s licence test, and there’s no way in Hell I could make that trip in five minutes – not even if they came and picked me up in an ambulance. I texted them and told them that I’m free the rest of the day, though, and they actually moved my appointment! And for once, I’m able to donate blood!

Other stuff: Other than these two points, I haven’t been up to much. Except writing. And three days or so of work.

Haakon Haakonsen (1990)

I was thinking of what kind of movies would get me into the pirate kind of mood, since I’m writing pirates right now. I think I have at least one on my shelf, but I can’t remember if it’s on VHS or DVD. I didn’t find it, so it probably is in the VHS box in the storage room. I can’t even play VHS any more, so that’s not happening anyway.

Then I added VHS and pirates in my head. And I remembered a Norwegian movie my dad had many years ago. Haakon Haakonsen. (Or Håkon Håkonsen, as we call it in Norwegian, since we actually use the letter ‘å’.)

11ddff45ebd3I basically grew up with this movie. I’ve seen it so many times now, but not in many years. I thought “hey, maybe it’s uploaded somewhere,” and then I found it on YouTube. Guess what I did this morning.

Think Robinson Crusoe meets Treasure Island. A boy has to go to sea to earn money, since the family farm is on the line. He soon gets the hang of seafaring, and becomes a part of the crew. Then, there is a storm, and the ship goes down. The boy is now on a jungle island, all alone, and has to survive. MV5BMTQ0NTMwMzAyNV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDg3MTQ4MQ@@._V1_SY317_CR5,0,214,317_AL_Disney also published this movie in the US, but then it was called Shipwrecked, and all the scenes where they speak Norwegian in the original movie was re-shot in English. I’ve seen clips of it, but listening to Norwegians speak among themselves in English makes me cringe. It’s just something about the Norwegian accent. Ugh. No.

But one day I will get through the English version of this movie.

Fun fact: One of the actors in this movie was actually married to my aunt for some years. And that wedding was the first family thing I brought Husband to.