I'm out!

Isn't it funny how you seem to run out of everything exactly at the same time? And there is a strong likelihood that this will be at a time when you're broke as a rat, like I am at the moment. I took stock today, and figured out I'm out of, or soon running out of: dog food, my medicines, shower gel, deodorant, dishwashing stuff, lots of groceries, patience... I'm not even making it up, it's all true.

The thing I lack the most, however, is money. A fact which have been adding to my depressive, surly mood all week. Murphy has generally been a bastard to me all week - my dog got sick and needed to go to the vet, I had to pull a tooth and the phone company cut off my mobile because of a bill from december I'd totally forgotten. None of which I really could afford. Yay for dad - boy do I owe him a lot of money.

On top of this I've been a witness in a murder trial (again) - and am struggling with er... certain personality differences between me and a family member. All in all it's been one hell of a week. I think I'll spend the weekend curled up in a ball in my bed.

Amen.

On trial... again.

A while ago I wrote about being called to the witness stand in a murder trial. Well, surprise surprise, he asked for an appeal, and now me, and all others concerned, have to go through this crap once again.

I do see why he would ask for one, seeing as he got sentenced for murder, rather then involuntary manslaughter or whatever you could call it - basically he disagrees that this was a premeditated crime, that he did it out of impulse and without considering the consequences. There is rather a significant difference, I would rather have the milder sentence. He says himself that he doesn't care about the amount of time he has to spend in jail, nor the money he needs to pay in reimbursements, he just doesn't want to be stamped as a murderer. I don't know what he should be sentenced for, and I'm not going to argue either way - that's up to the judges to decide. All I know is that I'm not looking forward to that again.

Trial started today, I'm going in tomorrow. Just send me some positives thoughts, ye?

Not enough energy.

The WOW geeks among you might recognize that phrase if you're ever played a rogue, but these days it applies to me as well. I generally feel like someone just pulled the batteries out of me. All the energy and activity I had in me before christmas is long gone, and I'm partly to blame. Lots of snow and cold weather, being broke and liking work less and less has resulted in me being lazy and a bit depressed. I'm also going to move out of my apartment - the contract states I have to live there two months after giving notice, but the prospect of moving out all my stuff still makes me want to break down and cry for mummy. All of this makes me not particularily inclined to write blog posts, they'd generally be filled with sulky and depressing mutterings of doom and destruction - so I just haven't written anything. The only comfort I have is that I'll be starting school this fall, finally be on my way to become a nurse, do the thing I want in life, maybe get new friends, get a job. I just have to hold on until summer.

Oooh, speaking of summer! I've already mentioned in an earlier post that Depeche Mode is going to play at Arvikafestivalen this year. This is a band that's on my "must see before they or I die"-list, and I've decided that I am going to go, even if it is just for that concert, and I have to go alone. Yesterday I discovered that Nine Inch Nails are also playing at the same festival, making me rave in my chair. And on top of everything Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds are playing at Norwegian Wood, a small but very good festival in Oslo. Nick Cave AND Depeche Mode in the space of about a month might result in the best month of my life. Now I just got to ask Dad if he can lend me money for the tickets... *mutters*

Lastly I have to give a little update on my dog; as you know it is a poodle, and they require a trip to a dog groomer every so often, seeing as they don't shed fur. Her fur was especially tangled this time, meaning we had to cut her quite.. er.. much. On top of that she has to wear one of those plastic collars that prevent her from licking herself, due to the fact that she has a bad habit of overdoing it. I dunno if it's a bad habit, a pastime or whatever it is, but she has to stop before she licks her own skin off. A very thorough grooming + plastic funnel on her head means she now looks like a cotton space rat from mars. I try not to laugh when watching her, but often I just... fail.