CATURDAY

Saturday. The most wonderous days of days. It can be a work day, or a weekend day. It can be a rest day, a church day, a party day and even a hey-I-get-to-see-the-kids-today-day. Saturday is dependable (there is no week without a Saturday) and even a bit silly (no logical explanation for that one). Saturday can be relaxing or very wild. Saturday is a time for long talks with your best friend as you fall asleep after that first school dance that lasted till one. Saturday can be a day when you wake up hungover, next to your boyfriend after that first party with vodka. Saturday can be as magical as your 17th birthday and as gloom as your first funeral. Saturday is filled with dreams, hope and expectations. Not unlike me.

Defining yourself is one of the hardest thing to do, and naturally people stress about their flaws rather than the good things. I'm writing this as my Norwegian friend Sofie is sitting on the bed next to me, asking her what my best quality is resulted in: "I think you are really outgoing and good at making thousands of friends. You are really easy to talk to." I like to think that I am trustworthy, nice and good company. I am very aware of my (many) flaws. I can be needy, arrogant and mean. My insecure-ness drives people insane and I'm trying to be as less ignorant as I can, but you know, sometimes even I can't help it. All I want in live is make people around me happy.

Choosing to go from Tuesday to Saturday, instead of  Monday to Friday, was a decision that had to be made because of important events. But most of all, this choice seems a bit unconventional, just like us.

We are definitely not the happiest bunch out here in the blogosphere, but I think we all compliment each other by being our unique and amazing self. These people are all people I cared about, the minute I got to know them, if it was 10 years ago or the year before my graduation, these people are people I respect and love.

Introducing next week random theme by Norwegian Sofie: PARANORMAL THINGS