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  <updated>2008-06-30T11:30:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:32300</id>
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    <title>Stuff to do:</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T13:34:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-30T11:30:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strike&gt;-Throw clothes into washingmachine-thingie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clean the floors of the livingroom, kitchen and hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Organize my room&lt;br /&gt;-Dust of the shelves, the desk, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;-Wash the floor of my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-Set up the new couch&lt;br /&gt;-Clean the new couch&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-Take clothes out of washingmachine, hang up to dry&lt;br /&gt;-Wash bedsheets&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do Tiny's bed so my visitor can sleep there, come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-Colour my roots&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Take a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Go to parents' place for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;(Two hours til visitor gets here, I need to cleaaaaaan!)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:32149</id>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-06-26T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T21:20:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T21:20:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate not knowing what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, right now that's the only thing I can complain about, so life is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime now, I've been tired all week and it's time I tried to do something with it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:31659</id>
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    <title>Status: Currently in Negotiation.</title>
    <published>2008-06-24T19:46:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T19:46:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, did not see this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure what to feel. Confused girl is me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:31068</id>
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    <title>Personality test</title>
    <published>2008-06-05T19:58:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-05T19:58:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cause, you know, I rather like tests. They're funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/type/AT.html"&gt;http://www.ipersonic.com/type/AT.html&lt;/a&gt;" target="blank" title ="My personality type: the analytical thinker. Take the free iPersonic personality test!"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src="&lt;a href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk161/ipersonic/AT.png"&gt;http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk161/ipersonic/AT.png&lt;/a&gt; border="0" alt="My personality type: the analytical thinker /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="&lt;a href="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTI2OTU3NTUzODUmcHQ9MTIxMjY5NTg2OTYwNCZwPTQ2NjIxJmQ9Jm49bGl2ZWpvdXJuYWwmZz*x.jpg"&gt;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTI2OTU3NTUzODUmcHQ9MTIxMjY5NTg2OTYwNCZwPTQ2NjIxJmQ9Jm49bGl2ZWpvdXJuYWwmZz*x.jpg&lt;/a&gt;" /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The analytical thinker is a reserved, quiet person. He likes to get to the bottom of things - curiosity is one of his strongest motives. He wants to know what holds the world together deep down inside. He does not really need much more to be happy because he is a modest person. Many mathematicians, philosophers and scientists belong to this type. He loathes contradictions and illogicalness; with his sharp intellect, he quickly and comprehensively grasps patterns, principles and structures. He is particularly interested in the fundamental nature of things and theoretical findings; for him, it is not necessarily a question of translating these into practical acts or in sharing his considerations with others. The analytical thinker likes to work alone; his ability to concentrate is more marked than that of all other personality types. He is open for and interested in new information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The analytical thinker has little interest in everyday concerns - he is always a little like an “absent-minded professor” whose home and workplace are chaotic and who only concerns himself with banalities such as bodily needs when it becomes absolutely unavoidable. The acknowledgement of his work by others does not play a great role for him; in general, he is quite independent of social relationships and very self-reliant. He therefore often gives others the impression that he is arrogant or snobby - especially because he does not hesitate to speak his mind with his often harsh (even if justified) criticism and his imperturbable self-confidence. Incompetent contemporaries do not have it easy with him. But whoever succeeds in winning his respect and interest has a witty and very intelligent person to talk to. A partner who amazes one with his excellent powers of observation and his very dry humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes some time before an analytical thinker makes friends, but then they are mostly friends for life. He only needs very few people around him. Their most important ability is to be a match for him and thus give him inspiration. Constant social obligations quickly get on his nerves; he needs a lot of time alone and often withdraws from others. His partner must respect this and understand that this is not due to the lack of affection. Once he has decided in favour of a person, the analytical thinker is a loyal and reliable partner. However, one cannot expect romance and effusive expressions of feelings from him and he will definitely forget his wedding anniversary. But he is always up to a night spent with stimulating discussions and a good glass of wine!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:30950</id>
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    <title>Stuff to do before leaving:</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T01:02:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T06:51:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strike&gt;Buy vitamine-pill-thingies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Buy makeup-remover-napkins&lt;br /&gt;Buy more summer-y clothes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Pay bills that need to be taken care of while I'm away&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hang out with friends for the last time in three weeks (!)&lt;br /&gt;Level Shaman to 46&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Finish two commissions&lt;br /&gt;Scan and mail finished coms&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Clean the bathroom - I will as soon as T finish showering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sort my bookshelves so that not half the stuff I own is on the floor - More or less done, gotta finish up tho...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; Clean my room - ...ALMOST done! will finish on Friday.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Help mum with gardening - Thursday&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Print plane-tickets&amp;nbsp; - Thursday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a bikini - Friday (yeah, I know, leaving stuff to the last minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Find my passport - Friday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack clothes and all that other stuff for three weeks - Friday&lt;br /&gt;Clean out fridge and food-cupboard-thingie - Saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to eat and sleep. That would be good too...</content>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-05-27T16:54:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T14:58:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T18:22:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stuff to get done today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Do laundry - I swear it's staring at me from its' basket, trying to find the weak moment when it can pounce and eat me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean the bathroom - my turn this week, blergh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Clean kitchen, it looks horrid!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make food and eat - because eating is good to remember to do, and I frequently forget until I'm dizzy and wondering what's wrong with me&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean my bedroom - I'd like to be able to see the floor again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go grocery-shopping so I have food for tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Work on commissions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scan and send finished coms&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch ep 16/17 of Grey's Anatomy if I'm done early enough with the rest of the stuff.&lt;/strike&gt; (so I did this first. Sue me.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:30265</id>
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    <title>Summer vacation!</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T21:55:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T21:55:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, the 7th of June I'll be flying to Italy with my roomie - we'll stay for a week, in a small town called..ehm...rimini? rinini? whatever, I'm sure it's lovely!&lt;br /&gt;We'll fly back to Norway on the 15th - whereupon she goes home to Tromsø to study for an exam, and I'll jump on a train to Oslo.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be staying in Oslo until the 23rd of June, when it'll be time to pack up and go home again.&lt;br /&gt;So drop me a line if you'd like to hang out during that time! I'll stay at Marius' place, at least most of the time :)</content>
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    <title>16. Mai</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T02:02:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T02:02:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jeg har tøffe venner, som holder kule fester, og gjør at jeg får møte de kule vennene til vennene mine, noe som funker ganske så bra.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har også noe nytt å fokusere oppmerksomheten min på, som også er litt digg, men vi får se hvordan DET går - min oppmerksomhet varer ikke lenge, så jeg synes vel sikkert han er dust om 2 uker, om vi følger tradisjonen.&lt;br /&gt;(I så fall skal jeg ha ett par morsomme uker om jeg får det som jeg vil :D )</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:29639</id>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-05-01T23:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-01T21:54:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-01T21:54:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh man, Iron Man was so amazing. The fangirl in me just would not stop squealing throughout the entire movie. It was so incredibly sexy and cool.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my enthusiasm might be the result of being on a month old marvel-spree, where I spend my time reading comics, drawing, and generally being geeky about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of: the wolverine-origin-movie? It's gonna have Deadpool innit! Played by Ryan Reynolds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is indeed a fabulous place.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:29189</id>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-04-20T03:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T01:25:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T01:25:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wah! when did people get so old that when it's 2.30 they up and leave because they got their girlfriend/boyfriend waiting at home for them?&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 23, it's too early too feel this old, surely? And why are there no single people AT THE GODDAMNED STUDENT PUB anymore?</content>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-04-09T02:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-09T00:52:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T00:52:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Corel Painter X&amp;nbsp; or the newest Photoshop. Goddamnit, I HATE this piece of crap (corel painter essentials 3) that doesn't even have the bloody gel-function. &lt;br /&gt;It's like wanting a big, athletic dog that can pull you when you're skiing, and ending up with a retarded, three-legged MINIATURE POODLE!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:28404</id>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-04-01T19:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T17:56:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T17:56:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I HATE computers at times. HOW am I supposed to find those barghrlghlhfucking stupid hell.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cheewen:27598</id>
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    <title>Upcoming movies in my town:</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T00:24:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T00:35:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian.&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man.&lt;br /&gt;Hellboy 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like 2008.</content>
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    <title>What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?</title>
    <published>2008-03-21T19:26:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T19:27:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://ldragoon.livejournal.com/204212.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blog Anti-Torture on Friday March 28th" src="http://www.leighdragoon.com/images/blog_anti_torture.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-03-19T21:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-19T20:45:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-19T20:45:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my neighbor asked me to get him something from the store when I was going there, and told me i should come up for a drink afterwards. He is around 10-15 year older than me, I think, possibly 20 - not entirely sure. &lt;br /&gt;I said I'd get the stuff he wanted, but said no to the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from the store, I rung his doorbell, and he yelled that I should just come in. (He lives in the topfloor of this house, I live in the bottom. )&lt;br /&gt;So I walk up, and there he is. Naked. Not a SINGLE piece of clothing on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says that he was shaving (he had no pubic hair whatsoever. I do not want to know this.), and grabs a towel and wraps around himself. He is, however, in NO hurry, and it was full frontal nudity. For WAY too long. &lt;br /&gt;He tells me again I should come up and have a glass of wine with him, I decline, somewhat nervously, saying I'm in a hurry, I have guests coming, I have to leave. &lt;br /&gt;THEN he insists I should come up and see the apartment and how he lives, since I've never been there, and refuses to let me leave until I do. So I peek into his livingroom.&lt;br /&gt;It's scarily clean, there are lit candles EVERYWHERE, and soft music is playing.&lt;br /&gt;Again he insists I should stay for a drink and he's standing a bit too close (even if he had worn more than a tiny towel) but I might be paranoid, so I just back away saying I really, really need to leave, people are coming, and I gotta finish cooking, so yeah, your livingroom's pretty BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he takes my hand and shake it, thanking me for getting vegetable-thingie from the store for him, and then keeps on holding my hand. And doesn't let go. While staring at my face and standing really close. &lt;br /&gt;I ask if I have something on my face since he's staring, and he just smiles and says no, but that my glasses are foggy (no shit sherlock, I just came in, it's fucking FREEZING outside)&lt;br /&gt;So I finally manage to snatch my hand back, more or less falls down the stairs in&amp;nbsp; my hurry to get out, while he says something about "us being neighbors, we can't be too uptight" or something. I honestly didn't pay THAT much attention anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I go "ok see you later leaving now visitors coming bye!", get out his door, round the house and into my own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm alone home now - both my roomies are away for the easter, and the landlords who also live in this house is also away.&lt;br /&gt;Locked all the doors that can be locked, because FRIGGIN HELL he totally freaked me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considered calling someone and ask them to come over, but decided that I -refuse- to be that big a baby, and that the Creepy Guy probably wont try anything else. &lt;br /&gt;If he does, I do have a bo with his name on it right behind me. So there.</content>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-03-14T23:17:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T22:18:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T22:18:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hahahahhahahahahahhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win again!</content>
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    <title>Kjerringtesten faktisk.</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T00:59:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T00:59:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stjålet fra rodtsentrum.wordpress.com - dvs en kompis som er en adskillig mer ivrig blogger enn jeg er. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du bruker mer penger i uka enn i helgene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Uhm...jeg tror ikke det? Jeg er kronisk blakk og bruker de få kronene jeg har til overs på en sporadisk øl, og av og til en kaffe på en kafè. Så konklusjonen må vel bli NEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du har duk og blomsterpotte på TV-en.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wut? Tvn min er nedstøvet, gjemt mellom to bokhyller, og så vidt jeg kan se har den to t-skjorter, en bukse, og en gammel tiger-bamse brodern en gang ga meg oppå seg. (Tiger neders, klær slengt over). Så, NEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du rydder jevnlig i dypfryseren&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Fryseren min er en liten skuffe i et fryseskap, og jeg tør ærlig talt ikke se etter hva som ligger nederst der, ikke etter at det knurret forige gang jeg prøvde å hente noe mat der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du synes det kunne vært gøy å prøve “en sånn hurtigvin”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ew. NEI. Jeg hater vin i utgangspunktet, og "en sånn hurtigvin" høres iallefal jævlig ut. Gi meg øl, helst Guiness eller Newcastle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du vet hva du skal ha til middag på søndag allerede på onsdag.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Jeg vet sjeldent hva jeg skal ha til middag før jeg står med stekepanna klar og hodet inn i kjøleskapet på jakt etter noe spisende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du synes fersk gjær er bedre enn tørr gjær&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hæ? Er det en forskjell? Hva bruker man gjær til? (NEI.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du synes middag kl 19.00 er sent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Kan ærlig talt ikke huske sist gang jeg lagde middag før 20.00...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du har fem kasser med julepynt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Min eneste julepynt er en rød håndduk det står "God Jul" på, som jeg ikke aner hvor kommer fra. Er den i det hele tatt min?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du kjøper julepynt på salg i januar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Hvis jeg først skal bruke penger i januar på noe som helst, så er det faenmeg ikke JULEPYNTSALG jeg går på. Vi har da klesbutikker og platekompaniet her i byen. Sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du snakker helst med kvinner på fest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Jeg snakker med hvemsomhelst jeg, skjønt jeg tror jeg vil foretrekke han kjekke, mørke fyren jeg aldri har møtt før...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du blir lykkelig over en ny kjele.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Har kjeler. De er kanskje eldre enn øya jeg bor på, men herregud, jeg skal lage mat på dem, ikke stille dem ut. Hvem bryr seg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du lager pudding eller grateng av alle middagsrester.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Jeg kaster rester etter folka jeg bor etter, etv varmer det samme dagen etter. Ikke kan jeg lage pudding eller grateng heller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du spiser Kongen av Danmark eller Honningkamfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;NEI. Overhodet ikke. Kongen av Danmark smaker værre enn hundemat (and I should know!), og Honningkamfer...wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du spiser alltid rekecocktail til forrett.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Ew. Reker føles som små, levende ting som kryyyper nedover halsen din, for så å legge egg i magen (egg? legger reker egg? ANER ikke...), og ikke gidder jeg forrett heller. Jeg har bedre ting å gjøre enn å bruke livet mitt på å spise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du synes det er festlig med fiskekabaret.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA. Litt av samme grunn som Sigurd, egentlig - det høres bare suspekt ut, og de mentale bildene er heller underholdene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du begynner å bruke de broderte dukene som du har fått av svigermor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. For det første..."svigermor"? Da må jeg nesten HA en kjæreste først. I tillegg..duk? Hvor skal jeg bruke det? Rommet mitt består av bokhyller, klesskap, seng og pc-bord&amp;nbsp; - og øl/sprit-flekkene på bordene i stua, samt svimerkene fra pyromanske gjester er morsommere å vise fram enn å holde skult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du har ferdiglagede middager med på påskeferie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Altså..påskeferie? "Blakk student" bør si alt man trenger å vite her. Og om jeg drar noensteder er det til venninner/venner/pub/kafè - altså ikke steder jeg trenger å ta med ferdiglagede middager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du synes dronning Sonja har mange artige hatter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA. Jeg ler jo av dem, så må jo si ja. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du går med lysebrune nylonstrømper til skjørt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Sist gang jeg gikk med skjørt, noe som forøvrig skjer en gang per skuddår, gikk jeg uten strømper fordi de (sorte, netting) bestemte seg for å gli ned, og det er litt vel tacky og gå rundt og dra dem opp hele tida. Dessuten liker jeg ikke lysebrunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du har tellekant på trusene.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hva er en tellekant? Men i og med at alt mitt undertøy ligger slengt oppi en skuffe i komoden min, hulter til bulter, så regner jeg med at svaret er "NEI".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du har brettede plastposer i vesken i tilfelle du skal handle noe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Både JA og NEI. Har ikke brettede plastposer, IALLEFALL ikke i veskene mine, men jeg tar med meg en ryggsekk eller min WWF-tøypose når jeg skal handle mat fordi jeg mener vi bruker for mye plastposer i verden allerede, og kanskje bør tenke på miljøet der vi kan. Jeg liker ikke at isbjørner drukner, eller at nordnorge ikke har vinter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du sjekker kølappen på polet hver gang det plinger&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;NEI. "kølapp" er noe som hører til på Posten, på polet har vi vanlige kasser. Og jeg er aldri på Posten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du tar bilde av din praktfulle balkongkasse og viser det fram på jobben.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Hva er balkongkasse? Tar aldri bilde av noe som helst, og viser det iallefall ikke fram på min jobb. Kanskje unntatt bildet jeg tok med telefonen av Sauron sin hjelm, for å ha som bilde når jobben ringer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du synes det er for sent å gå på nier’n på kino.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Jeg synes derimot syver'n er litt tidlig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du får såpe i julegave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Sist jul fikk jeg diverse cd'er, bøker, spill etc. Ingen såper, heldigvis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du plukker bort støv og hår fra andres klær uten baktanker.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI.&amp;nbsp; HATER at folk gjør det mot meg, prøver å la være og gjøre det mot andre. Dessuten hadde jeg både hund og katt før, og har blitt temmelig immun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du bruker samme tepose to ganger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liek, WTF, NO! Ikke faen. Te skal være sterkt, samme tepose blir SVAK te. Hvem liker svak te?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du har med pute når du skal kjøre langt i bil.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Jeg har med meg cder når jeg skal kjøre langt i bil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du melder deg inn i bokklubben bare for å få kaffeserviset.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Jobber i bokhandel, og "kaffeservise"? Jeg bruker Dark Horse eller Hogwarts-koppene mine, jeg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du har våtservietter i bilen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Bare..nei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du soler deg i vanlig BH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Sole meg? Hahahahhahahahah. Jah, DET har jeg tålmodighet til!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du danser swing til all slags musikk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Jeg kan ikke danse swing, jeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du svømmer som en hund for ikke å bli våt i håret.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Hvis man skal svømme er det ikke godt nok før du har vært under med hele deg. Inkludert hodet. Ellers er man ei pingle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du kjøper “gode” sko.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NNNNEI? De nyeste skoene mine, nydelige brune skate-sko med absurd lysrosa lisser gjør vondt som bare FAEN, finnes ikke varm og er glattere enn skøyter. Men jeg elsker dem. Dette er egentlig en fellesnevner for de fleste skoene jeg eier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du har paraply i håndvesken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Litt regn har aldri skada noen, og jakkene mine har hette om jeg absolutt dør av det. Dessuten har ikke veskene mine plass til sånt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du tar selv initiativ til slektsstevne.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Absolutt ikke. Om du hadde møtt slekta mi ville du skjønt...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du tar vare på tomme rømmebokser og syltetøyglass.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Men jeg kaster dem korrekt, iallefall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du bruker sukkerbit til kaffen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Ew? Sukker i -KAFFE-? Hva FEILER det verden? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Du serverer fyrstekake, rullekake, smurt lefse eller smultringer når du inviterer til kaffeselskap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEI. Jeg tror ALDRI jeg har invitert til kaffeselskap i hele mitt liv. Jeg HAR gitt folk te eller kaffe når de vil ha, men om de skal ha noe til får de ta med selv. Jeg er, som nevnt, blakk student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2,5 JA - det kunne vært værre antar jeg.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Friday</title>
    <published>2008-03-08T01:36:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-08T01:36:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Time for a small update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School = more work than I prefer, less than I should. All in all, pretty fine, tho I should start reading a bit more now, i guess, as stuff is getting more complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen any people this week. Or well, I see my roomies all the time, and my coworkers, but not, you know, other people. Part of it is that I've been Miss Lazybones and not gotten around to actually attending classes this week, part of it is that since I haven't gone to class, I've stayed up way to late, slept all day, and thus..nobody's awake when I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, work. New co-worker. Cool guy, two or three years younger than me, and he sticks around when my shift start and his ends, which makes me appreciate him more. My shifts are at odd times and thus very very boring. &lt;br /&gt;Tom quit, to take over the family-business, which is kinda weird. The guy's worked there as long as I've lived in this town, not having him around will be...odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that he took all his cds home, so now I have to bring my own music! Oh, the horror! I bet my boss'll forget to put them in their covers, leave them lying around and I am not sure I can subject my poor babies to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In gaming-related news: my ps2 is slowly gathering dust, I simply cannot muster any enthusiasm about any of my games. I am the queen of not finishing stuff, ask Anyone. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise with most of my computer-games - I can't even remember the last time I played Aquaria and I love that game! But...it's boring to play, without anyone to talk to. I guess that's why I stick to WoW, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Rolled a char on Scarshield Legion, where loads of people I know from uni/driv/my job/whatever play, which is funny. All of a sudden all those familiar faces have names. Strange names, granted, but still names. Small toon tho, in three weeks I've only gotten her (rogue, Whimsical) to level 14, but oh well. I'm in no rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I keep making a fool outta myself in front of this one guy. A cute and hopefully charming fool tho, so I'm not worried. And really, he's too old for me to even bother doing anything else than flirt. Who wants a guy who's all ready to settle down? &lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather ask out Cute Guy #2. Some of you might remember the story about a cute guy asking me out, me freaking and going "waah, I have a boyfriend" then regretting it five minutes later? Yah. That guy. Lives nearby, we do the eye-flirting thing every time we meet, (there's often some blushing involved on my side too, I fear) he's Really Cute, great clothes, tall and dark, apparantly has a dog, and..yeah. I'm stupid. From now on I shall answer yes when strange boys want to take me out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to bed! Work + friends tomorrow, and rpg with mates on sunday. Good weekend.</content>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-02-25T20:16:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T19:17:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-25T19:17:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need more single female friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Yes, you lot that's NOT living up here, I blame you for choosing other towns to live in.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-02-18T01:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-18T00:04:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-18T00:04:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines = pretty darn good - movies and sex goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend = kinda slow, but that's okay. Saw some movies, hung out with friends, ignored homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now: hungry, not wanting to make food, and SO not wanting to continue doing schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week: school, school and more school. Then I go to work for a little bit too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking foreward to summer.</content>
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    <title>cheewen @ 2008-01-24T16:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T15:12:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T15:12:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My nails grow at a freakishly fast speed. It's insane, really. And since I don't fancy the claw-look I have to spend way more time grooming them then I'd like. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to throwing out old desk and installing new bookshelves, sorting books and washing my room AND the studying, I haven't gotten any drawing done. I am, however, hopeful that something will be done this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how I suddenly have significantly less spare time? I feel like I have no room for social life anymore - so does anyone wanna lunch with me at uni or something? I need to see peopleeeee :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi, you don't count. I see you all the time since we're in class.</content>
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    <title>Wednesday</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T14:13:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T14:13:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Building a couple of new bookcases for my room. I have an old desk in here, in addition to the one my computer lives on, that is about to be evicted. It'll be nice to have my floor back, and free of books/clutter.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need another wardrobe, so I have enough for my clothes, and my room will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been hanging around my computer too much - my right arm sort of hurts, right over my elbow. Hmh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In wow-news: &lt;br /&gt;I play horde these days - a druid, who even managed to get swift flight form. It's the first time I've gotten the epic flying-skill, yet I play a lot less these days than I used to. Which is sort of funny, and sort of silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th wall:&lt;br /&gt;Couple of first pages are done, I'm guessing it'll go online when we have about 6-7, just to be sure that there's a buffer in case I can't get the strip done in time for the weekly update. Notice how I say "I can't" - I know myself well enough to know that if it goes kablooey it'll be because I didn't draw the strip. Karjalin will do his stuff in time, as long as I keep on drawing.&lt;br /&gt;For those wondering: it's a very amataurish comic about WoW - at least mostly. There'll be other stuff, I guess (Karjalin is making Eve-sounds), but at least in the start it'll be focused on wow. Seeing as I haven't drawn for a while, it'll take a bit for me to get back to where I used to be, skillwise, but I'm hoping it's a bit like riding a bike. &lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yeah, launching in a couple of weeks I guess. I'll try to get more strips done this weekend.</content>
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