Oh la la she says.
The mind feels like a tornado. The lump is dead tired. Trollet can't help but smile. The unity is not connected at all. Happiness, joy, confusion, sadness and a bloody mess, at least in the head. where will this mess take trollet? No idea. Most probably it will bring her lonelyness. She can't continue like this. She simply cannot, but what to do? Trollet wants to hide in her cave and give decision making and responsiblity to someone else. Here you go, take it! take it far away.

Things didn't turn out as estimated but much better. And much worse. Mind fucking it is. Who is doing it? In fact Trollet does it to herself. Why? One thing that is sure is that, life is a mess, right now. A real bloody mess. Jesus christ she calmly states. Where does this leave the object? well.. she has no good answer to that. Not at all.

Not impossible to succeed.

It is exactly what trollet needs. Something new. A new experience up in the mountains. So will she get there? well, it doesn't seem impossible. That is always a good start. She will find out next week if they want her and object there for the next 6 months. She is ready to do any job. Reception would be the best but work in the restaurant would be good as well.
www.union-hotel.no

That is the place, hihi. If she is not lucky with this one she will have to find something else. Now she is on the go, and nothing will stop her. Nothing? Well, can't think of anything, the mind mutters. She has to go. She is like that.

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Trollet found the destination.
She wants to go there, with the object. Quite a fantastic destination, isn't it? Now she has to find a way to get work there, take object with her, and get everything arranged.. Will it work? Hmm, not sure, we shall see.

The art of doing nothing.

Many people need skills to relax and chill out, others need skills to actually get things done. But honestly it is a form of art of doing nothing, and i mean really nothing. what is nothing? can one really say that one is doing nothing? is one not always doing something.. like thinking, moving or simply breathing. Alright, well not nothing in that sense, but nothing productive for days, for weeks, for months. Is the art of doing nothing a good form of art? Well good according to who and what? Is modern art good? Is painting or craftwork good? Can you judge art of being good or bad? Maybe you can, and especially the art of doing nothing. Some people might think that it is impossible to call it art while others are in the middle of it and enjoy it to the max. What does trollet think of it?

Hmm, well she is sort of in the middle of it, the art of doing nothing. Is it good? Good and bad, she would answer. Not sure. Not good in the sense that she knows she will have to leave this form of art in a while and she also wants to, so she can't really enjoy it fully.

What does the words I LOVE YOU really mean?? Seriously. What the bloody hell does it mean. ok, you can say you love bananas and chinese food but when you say it to a person i would asume that you mean something different. what is it that you mean? I have put love on a scale
1) have crush
2) fall for someone
3) be in love
4) love someone (whatever that might include)

so if someone tells you they love you then one could asume that you are now one lever 4. so, does it mean that you have gone through 1-3 before 4 ? Can you jump over one step or is it impossible? Can you put love on a scale like this? Trollet shakes her head. She says it is different for different people. Yeah, but is it really so different. You feel different things for different people and we are all different yes, but can you just meet someone and state " i am on lever 4" without haveing experinced 1-3. Or is it so that the speed of 1-3 varies but you still have to go through them? Hmm, not sure. Isn't it also so that with lever 4 we mean different things? Or do we?

The mind is rowing again.. bloody hell. where is she going this time? it is freezing cold outside but the mind is still rowing down the river in this little shaky rowing boat. Come back before morning, we are going to Helsinki, trollet screams.

Another day at the bar.

Seven hours at a bar isn't unusual for a night out but when it is on a wednesday in the middle of the day i have to say Cheers! It was what trollet, the lump and the mind needed. And why not. No intruders, no mess, no bullshit, just a nice time with friends. Cheers for that. The mind feels like it is on the river rowing towards the dark sea, the lump is sleeping while trollet is trying to keep the two parts together. Mind come back, trollet screams. The mind is already past the second bridge and can't hear the words struggling in the wind. Bloody hell, trollet thinks. She can't run after the mind as the lump is being a lump and doesn't want to move. What to do she wonders? Leave the lump unsupervised or let the mind escape? The unity defenitely needs the mind but then again the lump might do things the unity will regret if it is unsupervised. What to do? Would the mind come back after a tour of excitement and exhaustion? In this state of mind, the mind would probably not return. Oh noo. Trollet is left with a dilemma.

Chewing gum is good.

Different sizes, colours and tastes. Just like people. Strange comparison maybe. Usually you don't chew on someone as much as you do on chewing gum. Trollet usually chooses fruity tastes or something strong and fresh. The same with trolls? Yeah maybe. Whatever.

Kinkke is coming home. Finally. Been gone way too long. They will meet on saturday. Drink and be merry. Excellent. Trollet is really looking forward to meeting Kinkke. It says klick when they meet and then the storm begins. The storm of laughter, drinks, sillyness, more laughter, story telling, crazyness and passion. Everyone needs someone like Kinkke. At least Trollet does.

Bristol, here I come.

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Trollet found a world map.
She needs to go further south it seems. The world will tip over if she continues like this. South it is. Where about though? Hmm, anywhere really. Africa, South America, Australia, India and so on. The world is huge. Wonderful. You can easily disappear. Somehow the world still feels so small. You can easily meet people from the otherside of the world, which is nice. Distance is not the problem. So what is?

Meeting, and trollet means, really meeting, talking in the same language (wittgenstein), understanding what the other person says. When trollet says banana, she really means it, and not fruit in general or lemon. How can you know if the other person recieves your words in the way they were intended to be recieved. Maybe they have transformed on the way and instead of hearing "banana" they hear "mahatana" whatever that means. Some people actually hear "banana" when you say banana, and that makes things so much easier. Lovely lovely banana.

Trollet yawns from the cave.

A new year, what has it brought so far? Fever. That was also how 2006 ended. Great. So now tons of people around the world have made different kinds of promises to eat healthier, do more sports, make more love, be nicer and so on. Suddenly it is time to do that. Maybe it is a good thing. Sometimes we need a fresh start. Erase old habits and manners and just say: hey, here comes the new me.

Is trollet gonna erase the old trollet? Hmm.. maybe she should. Erase some of the lump, some of the mind and some of the unity. Maybe the result would be a better trollet or just smaller, less confused and less trollet. What is better? She yawns. She is bored. What will life bring this year? Hopefully less disappointments than the end of 2006. Isn't this exactly what she wished for in the beginning of 2006? That 2005 had not been a particularly happy one. Well at least it has been different kinds of shit. She is not stuck in the same problems as in 2005. so what sort of shit will 2007 bring? Maybe happier shit.

yes, it will. Well, it must. It will be a year of hopping on pink and fluffy clouds.

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