I have spent the last couple of days listeing to Horse Feathers, I Dream In Colour and Amanda Jensen while editing old photographs. Two weeks before I go back to reality. Kinda looking forward to it.
Besides, my room mate and I have decided to do a radio show. I really hope it works out because I’m not in the mood for any fighting and bitching. Fingers crossed.
Had a photo shoot with my sister last weekend. I can’t decide wether I prefer colours or b&w. What do you think?
Seems like I have abandoned this place. I have no excuses, just life. And even though my life is not what I want it to be right now, it is still my life and I am not about to make excuses because of it.
Right now I’m home in Norway. My hip situation is the same and life is pretty much boring as f**k. Christmas have come and gone and it is time to start focusing on training, conditioning and diet again. I’m planning on sticking with it this time. I strive for perfection, nothing more, nothing less.
As I have probably told you several times before I joined the womens lacrosse team here at uni. I was really surprised when I found out that I could actually do it without making myself looking like a complete idiot. I have also made a lot of great friends and met someone that might just heal this black heart of mine (not sure about that one yet).
The thing is that I was born with a defect in both of my hips. Doctor after doctor told my parents that I’d grow out of it and if I exercised regulary it would not become a problem. Now, I am not so sure. During this last month I have dislocated my right hip more often than I have done throughout my entire life. I had the same problem a couple of years ago and I managed to train my hip back into shape (sort of) again. Now however, the dislocations are much worse and I feel more pain for everytime it pops out. I have consorted a doctor and been referred to a physiotherapist but it is a long waiting list. This basically means that I can not play lacrosse for a while, which is seriously affecting my mood. I become snappy, grumpy and depressed. I feel so sorry for the people I live with.
I just really hopes this works out soon so if this blog is quiet for a while, you will know why. The good thing about this is that I get more time to do some photographing, something I’ve missed a lot. Let’s just see if I can break this circle first.
A change in layout. I am going to marry Kurt Cobain in my afterlife, so I find it quite fitting.
I’m not going to apologize for not blogging lately. To put it bluntly; I have a life now and that means less time for blogging no matter how much I love it.
A lot has happened since last time:
-My volunteer-trip to Africa is confirmed. I’m spending 10 weeks in Namibia this summer. Can’t wait.
-My camera has become faulty ergo not so many photos to publish.
-I have become really blond (litterally).
-I have joined the lacrosse team, and so far I am loving every minute of it.
I don’t really want this to be a blog where I just describe my everyday life. I want to speak about subjects that can be related to and I want to rant. I want to rant so much, and I believe I have a lot to rant about. I am quite an angry person.
With that said, what I want to rant about today is quite cliché. Guys. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them. Girl meets boy. Girl likes boy. Girl doesn’t have a clue what the boy is thinking. Girl chickens out. Boy moves on with no intention of remembering girl. The story of my life. Bitter? No, just realistic.
I found this poem the other day and I like it so much that I thought I’d share it with you.
Water & Marble – P.K. Page
And I shall tell him that the thought of him
turns me to water
and when his name is spoken pale still sky
trembles and breaks and moves like blowing water
that winter thaws its frozen drifts in water
all matter blurs, unsteady, seen through water
and I, in him, dislimn, water in water?
As true: the thought of him
has made me marble
and when his name is spoken blowing sky
settles and freezes in a dome of marble
and winter seals its floury drifts in marble
all matter double-locks as dense as marble
and I, in others’ eyes, am cut from marble.
I’m back again. Kind of. I’ve been through this “try to write in two languages on two separate blogs” crap before, but I’m stupid enough to try this again. Let us see how it goes, shall we?
Nothing big has really happened. I’ve been working, working, partying, some more working, taking photos, sleeping, eating, showering. Oh, did I mention working? My summer is coming towards an end, and in three weeks I’ll be back in Stirling and starting the semester off with a field trip. Awesome.
I’m really looking forward to our awesome flat. Everything is basically better than the halls on campus. I swear, I’m not surprised if someone dies of some sort of poisoning after living there. Geez.
I’m rambling on about meaningless stuff, but I wanted to end this by saying that I hope that people that followed me and commented before will continue to do that.
Happy days are here again.
Lame photo, IK.
Anthine, but goes by Tia, is a 21 year-old science-nerd and music lover.Photography is her passion. Norwegian but currently living and studying in Scotland.
