To a new blog, that is. Thank goodness I’m not moving house again. YET. Time will tell.

Anyway, remember several weeks or maybe even months ago, when I talked about getting a new domain name to blog at? I did it, and now it’s done! I think. Please head on over to Renate.nu and leave any comments you might have. From now on all my blogging will happen over there.

It feels…weird.

I got my super vacation pay now in June, giving me quite a bit more money than I usually get on my paycheck. I’ve been wanting to upgrade my laptop, or get a new one, as when Tor and I got our laptops they were supposed to replace our desktops. They were awesome back when we got them, but now I’m itching to get something newer, better, faster, stronger.

I’m much too sensible for that though.

:(

It comes free of charge when you purchase a car. Or rather, it seems to be free of charge, and then you’re all hey! free black hole, but then you realise that the “of expenses” part was covered with a sticker. Yeah. Cars. They’re expensive. Thankfully ours don’t have to be EU approved this year, but then both of them are up for approval next year. Eugh. I can just imagine the expenses, on top of the auto insurance fees… Ew. Makes me wish we could do without the cars, but the thing is, we can’t.

(Also, yes, I’m keeping merilin.net for posts such as this, and also for some subsites that I can’t be bothered moving…)

I could make a rather boring post about how my exam went well, but no! FLASHBACK FRIDAY FTW!

This song holds a very specific memory for me, and the jury is still out on wether or not it’s a good one.

It’s 1998. Christmas is approaching, and it’s the annual Christmas dance for all the high schoolers (as well as everyone else, really, but mostly high schoolers go to those things). I’m there. It’s the first time I go to any sort of dance. I’m madly in love with a boy in my class. He probably only hardly knows my name. Anyway. Going to this dance, I harbour no hope that anyone will ask me to dance, because I’m a dork and I have lots of zits and I have no fashion sense. So what do I do? I go up to this guy and ask him to dance with me. And the song that starts playing? Yep: LeAnn Rimes - How do I live.

Ok, so the dancing itself, that’s a good memory, no doubt about it. My first ever slow dance, that’s one for the diary, right? The manner how that dance came to happen though - not so good a memory. Honestly, sometimes I don’t know what gets into me. Seriously, I still blush when I think about it - I almost didn’t want to tell anyone about it, but now that I sort of have (haven’t published yet, obviously) it feels ok. Liberating.

And you know why I’m ok with telling people about this happening of my sad teenage years? Because I’m married now. Yeah. No matter how much of a loser I was back then, I’m married now, which makes me NOT A LOSER. In love, that is. I might still be a loser in other aspects of life.

(And my fashion sense still sucks.)

And as much as I’d love for it to be otherwise, my freak out will not be even remotely related to the boogie or anything like it.

My freak out? It’s the one you get when you realise that if you want to get any sleep at all, you have only FOUR HOURS left to study for your exam. The history exam that spans ONE THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED years (actually, even more than that if you count the Roman history part, which I don’t, I’m just hoping that they won’t ask me about that, and that if they do, they ask me how Augustus asserted his empire, because I wrote that exam paper about six months ago for a different course) of Norwegian and European history.

1500!!!

FIF.

TEEN.

HUNDRED.

Talk about information overload.

Short version of May 12 videoblog from Renate S on Vimeo.

Tomorrow is our first wedding anniversary, and in a probably futile attempt to save our personal economy, we’ve mutually decided to not give each other gifts, but just go out to dinner instead. Which of course will probably end up MORE expensive than gifts, but hey, we need food. And I’m pretty sure we need dessert, too. Maybe we’ll go crazy and get TWO!! desserts, rather than share one.

Anyway, I had a dream last night that Tor got me a gift anyway, because he tends to do that (like the morning after our wedding when we had agreed to not give each other wedding morning gifts because our economy was royally fucked up by the insanely expensive house we’d purchased and all the extra expenses that suddenly showed up in regards to the house. I’ll never trust a realtor again. Anyway, he got me a gift, and it was fabolous, and I’m like… I got you… NOTHING! BUT AT LEAST I’M NAKED! YAY?). The gift consisted of two gifts, one larger one that I can’t remember what was, and one small, square one which turned out to be… ALL THE TEKKEN GAMES. But they were not original discs, they were all pirate copies, and I was like “SILLY! OUR PS2 ISN’T CHIPPED, DUH!” and he was like “you’re not supposed to play them, THEY ARE ANTIQUE!!!” And then I read the note that came with the games and it said “Because I know how much you like the antiquity”.

See? SEE how my mind is playing with me!? It’s taking the two things occupying my thoughts these days (the anniversary and my exams in ancient history (although not so much the antiquity, thank goodness, because I don’t like it, so obviously he doesn’t know me at all!)) and put them together in one dream that makes no sense at all!

(Also, I have my doubts about going out to dinner tomorrow at all, because I left Tor in charge of booking a table for us, which he hasn’t done yet, and the month of May is usually crazy busy for all the restaurants in town because it’s confirmation season. We might end up eating at Burger King. For our anniversary.)