It's complicated?

The other day I, like every other female in the world, went to see Sex and the City 2 as a treat to myself for finishing my bachelor degree in psychology and social anthropology (of course I had to get that detail in some way). Anyway, the movie has more or less be slaughtered in the reviews, but still 72 870 Norwegians went to see the movie the opening weekend. Quick calculation indicates that approximately 1,6 % of the Norwegian population saw the movie this weekend, but since 99 % of the 72 870 ppl are female, the more correct percentage would be the double since the portion men and women are fairly equal in the population. Ok, done with the digression.

Anyway, again, the movie was worth watching. It's indeed SATCish and more than ever it's based on having to know the story of the girls and their lives. It has several funny scenes that build a giggle which eventually bursts into laughter, and of course the awkward parts that makes you twist and turn like a fish on land in your seat. To my taste, it was lacking an equal share of focus on the girls when Carrie and Samantha (no shocker there really) caught most of the spotlight. Charlotte and Miranda, being my favorite, had their moments, but they weren't as up-tight as they used to be which probably formed their part in the movie as well.

As always after watching SATC movies or episodes it always makes me wonder about the labels we put on our personal relationship status. Married, divorced, single, live-in-boyfriend, boyfriend, dating etc.. These are all categories to help ppl sort out their lives and others', but to me the "single" category is biased. One is "never" really single due to the fact that one's always looking for that special someone (everyone who has seen some SATC know what I'm talking about) and hopelessly believing that one will find him/her some day.

Facebook also operates with these categories, but they've added one more: "it's complicated". I want to wrap my arms around this category and squeeze it tight, because it's the truth. Two (or actually three) little words just made the horrifying "single"-status less true. How can "it's complicated" not be more fitting? Isn't being single as complicated as it gets? Looking around the next corner because I might bump into him; interpreting his text (which actually didn't mean anything special) as a sign that he's into me; lingering around the gym because he usually works out around this time; working up the courage to ask him to meet me for a coffee. Need I say more? The anticipation, the hoping, the worrying, the analyzing; if that's not complicated then I don't know what is?!

Let's relabel and face the music: it's freaking complicated.

An addict

There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just put it out there.

I love shopping!

Phew, glad to have that out in the open. It's not just that I love walking around, trying on different styles, checking out what's new and taking a quick trip to make-belive land. Surprised I didn't mention spending money? If you ask me, it should be absolutely carefree to shop, therefore I am the president of the Shopping for Free Association.

But I have yet another confession to make. It's not the clothes I'm obsessed with. It's the books. I can easily pass a clothing store without even making an effort, but the book stores... The pain about living in Trondheim is that they're everywhere! You can't avoid eyeing one either as a sign on a mall or in the street. I could seriously spend hours walking around the store reading on the back of the books, old as new. I love how they feel, their covers, the words one by one, neatly horisontally placed. It is, needless to say, dangerously expencive for me to enter a book store (which I so too often do). Even at the university I can't be spared of the book store so close to the exit (strategic?).

I've tried to going to the libary instead, but it's just not the same. I like the way the books look in my book shelf (why else would it be called a book shelf). I like to bring them out every now and then and turn the page; run thru the memories. I like the smell and the feel of them. I can't do

that if I have to return them. It's like Carrie in "Sex an the City" and her obsession with shoes. Imagine if there was a place where she could borrow the shoes for a certain time and the return them again when she was done with them. Everyone who has watched at least one episode of SATC knows that it wouldn't happen in a million years! She likes to look at her shoes, touch them, feel them (maybe not smell them, but you get the picture).

I dream of an entire room filled with books in my future home. Somewhere that have the scent of a library, that illuminates your imagination and that sends a thrill thru your body; you have to read! I like novels with great romantic stories, terrible losses and heart aches. Books of a battle between good and evil; right and wrong; love or death. Tales of a forgotten time and leaps into the future. Tragic family relationships. Hopeful young lovers and their paths meeting at a most unexpected time. Novels filles with the cruelty of the world that leaves no hope for the good in man. The philosophical ones that leaves you wondering. Biographies of importent, inspiering, magnificent and forgotten ppl; their thoughts, hopes and aspirations. Books concerning specific subjects related to my studies.

I'm intreaged by how the written word never fails to entertain me, one way or another.

Don't underestimate the power of a word.