27112012

So as the last autumn leaves are falling, or actually being crushed to the ground by the heavily overwhelming Tuesday morning rain, winter is getting closer. A factor my non-functioning-brain-before-10am didn’t realize as I walked the 30 minutes to get to uni* in Levi shorts and a leatherjacket with some sort of cottons arms. When I arrived at uni the road workers actually stopped their work to laugh at me. I didn’t take it as a good sign, as I arrived in class with glasses, foggy as hell and drenched from top to toe. Stupid Norwegian girl thinking (hoping) this country didn’t know what proper rain and cold was. According to the weather forecast the next couple of days will actually be cold, and by cold I'm talking about 3°C. On the other hand, when I’m looking at the temperature across Old Street Square is actually shows 8°C, which isn't bad at all. 

On my way home I realized that I wouldn't make it all the way in one run, so I am currently camping out at Shoreditch Grind, where I’m trying to get back the colour in my skin with a large cup of Cappuccino. If that doesn't work, I have a pain au raisin, just in case. Even though the windows are so foggy it's almost impossible to see through, I couldn't help but notice the man who just drove past me on his bicycle. Male, approx. 50, bright blue jeans and --- wait for it --- yellow hair. On days like this, London steals my heart.

I would much rather prefer the weather to stay like this when I'm walking to class. 

*University. I know uni sounds completely and utterly lame, but that’s what everyone calls it. You’ll get your head chopped off, if you say school. 

WE ARE TWELVE BILLION LIGHT YEARS FROM THE EDGE

So as the days pass, we all get older. (Speaking of which I just turned 20. Happy b-day to me!) We get new experiences and a few new wrinkles. Since we last spoke, I’ve learned something new, so I thought I might share the wisdom. Note to self: Never ever leave your boyfriend alone with a bottle of fake blood while you’re out celebrating Halloween. I learned it the hard way. I still find “blood” around in the apartment. In addition he posted a photo on Instagram of the toilet after “I had my period”. He thought it was hilarious… Guys!
Last week I got to experience the more luxurious way of living in London. As my parents were vising, we finally ate out. Yes, it’s cheap to eat out in London compared to Norway. But still - for a student budget, it’s much cheaper to eat in.

Ever since I moved here, I wanted to visit Vertigo 42, which is a champagne bar at floor 42 known for its incredible view. Needless to say why I wanted to go. When we got there we realized this was the enormous building with commercial that we could spot from out apartment. We also went to the building next door. Sushi Samba. Approximately same floor and view. Just as amazing. I would recommend both places. With relaxing music, delicious drinks or bubbles served with some cheese and crackers. For my future awesome life, this will definitely be the perfect Friday afternoon.

As I’ve already given a few recommendations, I’ll just as well give you the full brief. We went to a restaurant called Hakkasan. It’s known for their long waiting list and amazing food. Despite the fact that I woke up with a rash, I would still recommend it. Another night with delicious food, great wine and comfortable atmosphere. I wouldn’t mind getting used to this, but just as well. Now we are back to chicken, pesto and pasta. If I have to – I’ll live of a box of noodles and Vogue. (No I wouldn’t!) 

 

LOVE ON A STICK

Written 16 November

Okey I know! What is the purpose of creating a blog if your not actually going to blog? Yes, but life happens, and I’ve decided not to apologize or making excuses for my absence. I just looked back on my previous blogs and one of them was overloaded with apologies for not blogging. Not interesting, what so ever! So I’m starting fresh. Learning from my mistakes. And trying to sit still on the chair and controlling my excitement. Silly me is just as excited for Christmas as I am for tonight when my parents landing in London. But I can assure you, if you had my parents, you would be just as excited. My mom and I are really a dream team when it comes to conquering the streets of London, so it will be interesting to see how it goes when the guys tag along.

The weather is really foggy and scary, which leaves only one thing to do. Lid all the candles you can find and pour yourself a glass of red wine. I’m trying to plan the weekend. I’ve been in London for two months now, and I really have not used the opportunity as I should. When I look back at the six weeks we had in Australia we experiences an enormous part of the country in a shorter period of time. But I’ve gotten settled though. I just have to do more. Explore more. And still keep up the schoolwork, which has a lot of potential for improvement. I keep blaming the gap year, but I should really get back in the routines by now.

So in my most desperate hour, I just caught myself typing “what to do this weekend London” on Google. 

TAKE TAKE TAKE IT ALL, BUT YOU NEVER GIVE

Yesterday at Selfridge's I overheard a conversation that really threw me off. It might be because of my situation as a student with very little money, or it might simply be because it is just wrong. Okey, so I was strolling around at Selfridge, minding my own business and trying not to drool on any of the purses. I was just entering Chanel’s department when the saleslady was showing the customer a little grey, fabulous and classic purse. Then I overheard the lady looking at the purse. “Oh it’s lovely. It’s her sixteenth birthday, so I want to get her something nice”. I hate to sound American – but oh my GOD!

That’s not normal is it? Buying a Chanel for a sixteen year old? For my eighteenth birthday I bought my first Mulberry and Marc Jacobs. But for one, that was with my own money, and second, I can look far for a Chanel! As you can tell I have my opinions about this subject, and I’d much rather write a 1200 word essay on this subject, than on the repeal of taxes on knowledge in the mid 19th century and how that lead to a free press, but I don’t get to decide – now do I.

Follow me on Bloglovin

PINK ROSES AND A BOTTLE OF ROSÉ

Oh Saturday. The finest hours of the day of the week. Every time. I've spent this day with some me-time as I had the apartment to myself - for what, maybe the third time since we moved in.  Unfortunately I’ll have it to myself way to much in the follow week, considering S is working crazy hours. So I did what I always end up doing when I’m alone. I Skype. Alone you said? I had a two-hour Skype session with my lovely mother. 

Now I'm at my favourite café - yet again in my favourite knitted jumper, surrounded by people writing, scratching their heads or looking pointlessly out of the window. All for different reasons, all at the same place. The table keeps moving as any of the two strangers at my table moves. The music sets the atmosphere and the walls are decorated with clothes in frames while there are art hanging from the ceiling. Envy me? For anyone who suddenly got curious, I am at The Old Shoreditch Station // No it is not a station, if any of you didn't get that. 

The ultimate place in Shoreditch for people-watching. With pink roses on the tables and candles to set the mood, I think it's safe to say, a lot of good ideas originates from this room. I am still waiting for my big epiphany. But not to worry, this is probably not the last visit for the following week, considering it's reading week - which means - no lectures. Even though I am seconds away from booking a flight home, to Oslo, Kristinsand or Copenhagen - I think I'll stay put. For any spontaneous souls, come visit me instead.