The past couple of months I have had a hard time writing anything at all, might be because of the differences between living at home and studying in the UK, might be because I am settling in and so my mind is somewhere else. However, I wrote quite a lot during the start of November, as I signed up on NaNoWriMo, but since I had a lot of essays to write in the end of November, and I was jumped with personal things in the middle of the month or something, it slipped away into...well, crap. The last pages I forced out was really bad, and well, that just does not do it for me.

But as I sit writing now, I'm in "the middle of nowhere", more correctly, I am staying with a friend of mine at her house for a couple of weeks (minus christmas dinner and such family things) since my mum is working most of my winter break from university anyways.

Nowhere is a good place to be when you write. I think the noise and constant things happening and such might have been a contributing factor to the troubles for me to write at my flat in the UK. Out here, however, I get more or less silence, and it does AMAZING things to my writing! Clear head and such things aren't that bad, it would seem. :)

So that is that for now, I want to get back to my not-put-on-the-shelf-anymore NaNoWriMo-project.

Another one, just because I feel the need to share what an amazing thing Whittard's Pink Lemonade flavoured instant tea is! It tastes SO good as iced tea that I haven't even tried it as a hot drink yet, but I might if it goes any colder outside. Box looks like this, and is adorable.:

It works perfectly with my days hiding in my room writing an essay or two or studying something, keeps my eyes open, but not in a caffeine-shocked way.

Also, as an additional thing, the only thing on the ingredience list that is sciency in any form, is the coloring! So you people preferring the non-processed to death things of our universe, cannot really dislike it either, right? :D ...And they ship to most countries.

Ok, I will go back to bed now.

So it's late, and I have admin nagging me to post, because "This is when you should have something to write", so let us make a list, just so people can giggle. These are the things my twitter and facebook-walls will probably never show, but I am truly addicted!

• Gossip Girl

Yes, I knoooow. However, I love it, I can't wait to watch a new episode, I love the clothes, the pretty places and the nuts issues.

• The Vampire Diaries

It does not make anything better, but Ian Somerhalder, and that I am addicted to anything including supernatural-modern-fantasy-drama, and Ian Somerhalder.

• Glee

I have always ignored Glee, it did not exist in my head, I would just never see it, I figured. Teenage glee-drama? Seriously? YES. I love to see songs preformed, and I adore the ridiculous love dramas.

• Cir.Cuz

For you UK people: Check the link, even if it is in Norwegian. To the Norwegians: Det er Cir.Cuz og Steffen Hissingby som har musikk som får meg til å skrive uansett humør.

• Hawing foam-pipe swordfights and going crazy with it.

....with my flatmates. B&Q have these...probably cable icolating thingies? They work very well as sword, and we run up and down our hallway with them, screaming and playing pirates. It works really well for relieving stress. IT DOES, try! THESE:

• Dancing to techno and dubstep, even if I really dislike both usually.

This probably only makes sense to you not-so-stuck-up-in-your-image rock, punk, indie and metal-fans out there. From time to time I looove it, just cannot help it. Haha.

• Lindsey Kelk's "I heart" series.

As with Glee, this is something one of my flatmates introduced me to, the books are just SOOO chick-lit, but about a girl who writes for a living, and that, and the fact that the guys in the series, and her crazy roommate, makes me addicted. Some of the English Literature-people in my classes seem to never ever open a non-classic, but I firmly believe that a girl needs her chick-lit as a bloke needs his random crap TV-series, FIFA and Football Manager, you know?

• Using the gym as my personal anger and stress-management fixing facility.

I want to thank certain family-members, certain drama-queens, and especially some of my ex-boyfriends for feeding me with bad feelings, as I work through them, I also get through that set with those weights I never thought I could even lift.

• 250 kg kärlek

Again, to the ones UK and other English-speakers out there, Spotify-link. I will explain if you want me to! I know people, not the most famous, and not the most meaningful music in the world, but it makes me giggle, and makes me remember memories I would otherwise try my best to forget, those bitter-sweet ones you all know you have.

• Nikki Phillippi's YouTube channel.

An amazing youtuber, I adore her beauty-channel, and I am usually not "one of those girls." But she makes me smile, and feel more girly than I usually am. Great girl!

• Taylor Swift

Yeeeeees, cute country-songs. But I swear on my very nice, new purple bag: I have some hilarious, really cute memories of a car full of the geeky, really good guys I used to have in my ICT-class, Taylor Swift on the stereo, on our way to the last social thing as a class - paintball - and them all singing along LOUDLY on the highway, with windows down. From that point onwards, her songs really make me smile every single time I hear her voice.

• Smirking over home "enjoying" snow and a bit of thunder at once, while I can still walk outside in shoes without tractor-tire-pattern-soles.

Facebook-statuses on my news-wall today - or technically yesterday - from home all showed a rising amount of people pointing out that it snowed AND they had a tiny thunderstorm outside their doors. I still see the sun on the sky, I still have not seen a single snowflake that is not on my christmas decorations around the flat. Good times to be here, and not there. Yes, I am now ignoring the fact that I will be home thursday-sunday because of my grandmothers 70th.

So that is that!

I will go back to bed and try to get some sleep again now, silly me fell asleep around 9 PM and woke up again at 2 AM, wondering why in the world my flatmates were silent.