Back home

So, I made it to Scotland. Here I am again. In Connor's bedroom. I passed the Ielts test and I'm getting ready to start my Bachelor of Science in Nursing at the University of Stirling. After picking up my results I called around to everybody to tell the happy news. Then I went to my dad’s work and we went to vote. It's the first time I've voted in my life and I have to say, it wasn’t all that exciting. It's kind of funny how I voted then left the country. I was thinking I should vote for the most fucked up political party the just flee the country while doing my evil laugh with dramatic music and a thunderstorm in the background. But then I started thinking about how I might actually someday want to move back to Norway. The day went by so fast. I was stressing around trying to pack and talking to everybody that came to say goodbye at the same time. Saying goodbye to family and friends is never easy, but I wasn’t all that sad. I guess I was just too excited to actually be going back. After bitching a bit with a guy at the airport I got on the plane and boom 2 hours later I was back in Edinburgh. The festival is still on, so yesterday I went uptown with Connor. It wasn’t the best idea since the streets were so packed you could barely move. After getting something to eat we saw The rise of the planets of the apes. I didn't get it at all, because I've only seen the Tim Burton movie from 2001, but it made much more sense once I was explained the original move. I guess this is just to keep my blog readers across the world that I'm alive and that I finally after a lot of stress got into University.

Last day in Norway (hopefully)

My last day is Oslo. I have to say, it doesn’t feel like it. I might be because it might not be my last night. I'll get back my Ielts results at 9am tomorrow, so it's not until then that I'll know for sure if I'll actually get into Stirling or not. The day started with my mom waking me up at 9 to drag me with her to IKEA. It was nice and we had breakfast there before we did some shopping. I ended up with a bathrobe and a new bag for all my makeup etc. I was so dead when we got back home. My mood is constantly changing between sad, scared, excited and happy. I'm mentally exhausted.

 Then I waited for my brother to come home from school so that I could take him with me to Peppes Pizza. Since he can’t come with me to the airport we did the whole goodbye thingy there. It was nice, but like always when I’m at Peppes, I over ate. Haha. 

 

After a nice and long shower my neighbors came over to say goodbye. I got a lovely nice card and a big hug from what I can go as far as calling my second family. Then Aurora and Sabine dropped by and we ate kebab and spoke about all kinds of random crap. I got the best present from Aurora (even though I said I didn’t want one..). It was an owl clock and some bags that just saved my luggage problem. She also wrote me a letter that made me cry =’)

Packing

Today I've started to pack for real.  I've packed a lot before, but now I'm packing my bags that will come with me to Scotland. Here's my room now, after all my stuff has been put in boxes in the basement

I’ve also packed down teddy in my bag. I feel so sorry for him =(

I found my great grandmothers book. It was printed in 1958. I remember that my dad used to read it to me when I was a kid. So many memories.

baby

While cleaning my room I found my babydress.
I think it still fits

Silje - 19th and goodbye - one wek

I'll start with first things first. My beautiful sister. She moved to Stavanger yesterday. She woke me up at 9 (I still hate you for that) and dragged me down town for breakfast. It was fun and really cosy. After that we did some boring things. We went to get her address changed, then we went to her old flat to hand in the keys and then we went home. Then she helped me bake a cake. I had to sleep, since waking up that early is not natural to me. So I took a long nap and said goodbye as she jumped in the car and drove off.

Then I had to get ready for my 19th/goodbye party. I was getting kind of stressed, but thank god that all my friends are slow and got there an hour late. We just chilled at my house with some drinks and had fun. I got some lovely birthday cards that almost made me cry.
It wasn’t until we got on the metro that things started to really get going. We met an Irish dude that was quite awesome and his friend was weird. The metro was filled with drunken students. It's Fadderuka (a Norwegian fresher week) so everybody were going insane. We went to Choice and there we met a hockey player that kept on buying us drinks and he was quite awesome.

It was also Sandra’s last day in Oslo before she moved up to Ålesund for one year. She had to get up at 6 in the morning, but that doesn’t stop her at all. She rocked it on the dance floor all night before we went home.

Today it’s one week until I’m moving back to Scotland. It’s also one week until I’ll get to know if I get into university or not. So if I do, I’m moving back for 3 years, if not, I’m moving back for about one month or so.

cleaning out my closet

Yesterday i started to pack my room into boxes and puting it in the basement. Today I'm starting on my clothes. I'm going to create three piles. Keep. Bin. Give away. Here's my room before i started:

I'll keep yous informed on how things go =)

Ielts test

Well, that's that test over with. Phef. I thought it would be much easier to be honest, but in fact it was quite hard. The language part wasn’t hard, but the tempo and the questions were. The speaking test was fine; he just asked me all these random questions about politics, the weather, about my school, future plans and stuff like that. The reading test was also ok, you got a text and then you had to answer questions about it. The listening part was messed up; there was not enough time to answer one question before she had started to talk about the next one so I'm worried about that. The writing part was also weird; it was two parts and the first one I had to describe a series of statistics and the second part I had to write an essay on how true the quote "one giant step for mankind" really was. Like was it a big step or not, if I agreed or disagreed and has it in fact made an impact on our life down here. I guess I'll know how well I did when I get the results in two weeks.

I had the speaking test on Friday and the writing, listening and reading part yesterday. After the listening test I had to drop by the post office to pick up a package from Stirling. It was a welcome letter and info about the university, the campus and the course I'm doing. They also reminded me that I still need to hand in a bit of paperwork and pass the ielts test. I've gotten a log in to Stirling’s portal so that I can apply for accommodation and check my own university e mail. I'm getting really excited about going and I hope that I'll pass the ielts test, because that's the only thing standing in my way

After an almost sleepless night it's nice to chill on the sofa with the rain pouring down outside. I love lazy Sundays

Da cat

I'm just writing this while I'm waiting for Tanni to log into Skype. The entire day there has been a cat on my veranda. It looks like its hurt or something, because the face is scratched up and red. So I gave it some cuddles when I came home from the shop. Then we gave it some food and water. I think it's a house cat because it's not scared of us at all. It's a beautiful cat and I want to keep it forever. Hey! Tanni, logged on. Gotta go. I'm gonna get all the updates from when she went to Scotland

One way ticket

That's it. I've booked my one way ticket to Edinburgh. I'm not 100% guaranteed to get into uni, because I still have to pass an IELTS test, but I'm pretty sure I'll do fine. If I don't pass, I'll just stay there for a holiday of something. Not that that's going to happen. I am going to pass and I am going to move to Stirling and rock out at uni there. Time goes by really fast and it's only 17 days until I move. I'm really excited, but I'm also kind of sad. When I go I'll pack down all the stuff I'm not going to take with me and put it in boxes in the basement. My brother is taking over my room, so when I come back for Christmas and the summer holidays I won't come home to "my" room. Still, I'm very excited. Last time I moved to Scotland I knew that I would move back to the same old Norway. Same school. Same friends. Same job. Same room. Now on the other hand, I'll move back and people will be spread around the world. I won't come back to Berg. I might come back to my old job now that I think about it, but hopefully I'll find something better. Instead of me boring yous with all the idiotic stuff that is running through my mind right now you can enjoy this terrible song.


ps. I'm leaving the 26th of August

Crazy little thing called love

You got to love family

Especially when the family is as amazing as mine. Today we have had a going away party for my sister Silje, me and my two cousins Torbjørn and Kaja. The house has been filled with family and good friends. Before the party started my grandfather had a great idea. It's something we have never done before, especially after he got sick. All of the old grandchildren (Torbjørn, me, Marius and Silje) sat down and we could ask him whatever he wanted. It was interesting and good to actually do that. With busy schedules and now that a lot of us are moving abroad we don't always have time for that. When the family started rolling in, we had to split up. It might be a good thing or else we would have been sitting there the whole night. I also have terrible news. My brother is now taller than me. I hoped that day would never come.

Mouthgazm

Hello, little Oreocake

Eva Poláčková

Happy birthday, worlds greatest roomie =D

 You're amazing and I love you. Happy happy happy 18th, Eva =D

I refuse to be your enemy

Life here in Vidsynveien is lazy, yet filed with life. We have my cousin Torbjørn staying here until his flat is done in a few days. My big sister Silje, is also here because she's moving over to Stavanger to study. Her flat is a mess because she's packing, so she's crashing here until she moves. I've been working my matchmaking skills the last few weeks. My two very good friends Aurora and Sabine are moving to England to go to Oxford Brookes University. Torbjørn's twin Kaja is also, quite randomly, starting at the same school. When I found out I made them all ad each other on Facebook and yesterday they met up downtown. Torbjørn dragged me down with him so we could meet all of them for a cup of coffee. It was interesting and also very weird that my friends are working their way into the Austveg family like that. I invited them to our "family goodbye party" on Saturday. Sabine is joining, but Aurora is lame and decided to go to Sweden instead.

The flowers from the rose parade are still downtown. Outside of the city hall there are always different art exhibitions. Right now there is one that's called "I refuse to be your enemy". It's a great exhibition and you should all check it out right here.

Man of the day

I have to say that I'm getting better and better at doing grown up stuff. Yesterday I walked down to the post office at Økern and sent loads of paperwork over to Scotland; then I took the tram over to Grønnland where I went to the police station to get a criminal record check (I need it for when I go to university); then I went to the pharmacy; then I walked home from there; and finally I called my doctor and got him to give me a year’s worth of prescriptions on my asthma and allergy meds for when I move. All of this was done in 26 degrees, high heels and in pain. I have to say; when I got home, I thought I was going to die. I was roasting and the heat was killing me. Out of all these things I did, going to the police station was the scariest. It's just something about walking up there that makes me feel guilty, even though I've done nothing wrong.

The "walk of shame" up to the police station
I'm so glad that I have good friends. Nora gave me a call and asked if I wanted to join her on being in the audience for a show called "Dagens Mann" (or in English man of the day). It’s a dating show with 30 girls and one man. The chairs was painful, the girls slutty, the men weird, the host a creep and the show not all that good. The audience was told to applause, laugh and go "aww" whenever appropriate, even though it's not funny. They had to do several takes of one clip, where the host stumbled in his words or forgot what to say. It was interesting to see just how fake those shows really are. But there was free redbull and loads of trash talking with Nora about the girls on the show. All in all I actually had a really great time. Mostly because of Nora and our amazing dancing skills when "all the single ladies" came on.