Snusmumriken

So last sunday I went to the birthday of a friend of mine, as I mentioned last week. And as it was a dinner party and I didn’t know anyone, I ended up talking to the people who were sitting around me, and I ended up spending most of the evening talking to this one guy, who I thought was really nice. And I found myself thinking that it would be nice to see him again.

And earlier today, I heard someone calling my name in a “wow, nice to meet you way”, and I suddenly got weird and nervous, and I ended up just exchanging a few sentences about having listened to his band and stuff, really awkwardly. I can be female wold champion of awkwardness. And went to eat dinner, quite hasty as if I just wanted to be somewhere else. Fuck, how being nervous and shy sucks.

Stupid stupid stupid.

This weekend has been spent looking at appartments. Seeing as I’m trying to find people who are looking for roomates rather than an empty appartment, It’s a weird little procedure. On one hand I’m looking for a place to live, along with thousands of other students, on the other I’m looking for people who wants to live with me, and who sees me and thinks that “this is a person who will fit into the home we have made”. I’ve only been to two viewings this week, and I’ll most probably end up going to two others during the next. I’m not really nervous. I will probably find a place to live, and everything will work out, but when I’m there, in a new house with new people, I get really self concious. It’s an audition based whether or not I’m able to let my personality seep through during the 15 minutes the viewing lasts. I won’t know if it’s successful or not until i’ve got an appartment, not until I have lived there for some months. But here’s to hoping.

Yesterday was nice too. I made crumpets, which is way too tedious compared to the result. It took forever. And Aksel made a banjo.