Spring

Ok I guess I haven't written in... lets just say a while. For me house is dead if it doesn't have flowers and colors so when I had to buy new flowers I went a little crazy, lots of Spring flowers and these are just blooming :)

I like spring, I use to think winter was my favorite season but for some reason the snow didn't seem as magical... but the spring, THE SPRING! The forest has thawed and I can go biking again, although it's ridiculously muddy but I don't care, things are finally looking up.

I realized that i'm not going to get a job, I don't have any qualifications and it was after watching a news clip about the AVERAGE time a person is unemployed in Denmark before finding a job at the moment being 9 months, i've given up. I found something better volunteering, I think it'll make me happier to, I like helping people so i've applied to a couple of different places but the two things I really want to do is the teaching course, where i'll help mostly the elderly, introduce themselves to macs (thank god cause i'm really not a PC girl). The second thing is more something I think could be fun and hyggelig, i've volunteered to bake with old women, it seemed so nice, like it should be happening in a cottage in the middle of the forest surrounded by bunnies and butterflies (Plus i'm a good baker now, i'll be AMAZING if I do this)

I guess i'm just content at the moment, although I know i'm bored, I swear i've never cleaned this much in my life but the repetitiveness is so peaceful and safe, it lets me think. I've decided I am going to go along with my brothers tattoo design, an owl, I want to study psychology and the owl represents wisdom, on top of that when you consider the fact that Athena sprang fully formed from Zeus's head and the fact that Athena is represented by the owl I feel it's appropriate, plus there is the amusing fact that Chris has a raven from Norse Mythology, my mom a Eagle from Shaminism and i'll have a Owl for Greek Mythology, I guess you can say that we're an odd bunch.

My brother let me help him with his homework last night, I can't express how much it means to me, partly because I know i've let him down in regards to helping him in the past, along with being a royal bitch, but also because it makes me feel smart knowing that he'd come to me for help, or maybe i'm expressing it wrong. In a mundane and repetitive existence where the only exercise my brain gets is from watching documentaries on TV, the debate and analysis is like a breath of fresh air, makes me feel... something, happy and something else, i'm not good with words and I swear I use to feel so eloquent but lately the words escape me, I hate it.

Thats it for now I guess, i'll try to get an early nights sleep but I know I have to clean the kitchen and I don't think I can stop myself from reading the second I get into bed