Over the Atlantic

Before they left, I had a bad feeling about this trip. I expected it to be hot as hell, so hot that they would turn on each other. I expected the Americans to be unfriendly racists who all carried guns. I expected long lines at every attractions and the feeling of money wasted. So far I have been wrong. Unfortunately.
I spent so much time worrying about the Americans that I forgot about the host family. Or should I say, the previous host family. They (my mistress' family) couldn't stand living their any longer and decided to spend the rest of their time in this hot hell with another host family. We've been here a couple of hours, and all seems well so far, but I'm no optimist.
And forget about the lines. In fact, forget all about the attractions. They've spent half their time in a car, driving back and forth between the oldest town i Texas and Houston (F.Y.I. Houston is not the oldest town in Texas), and the rest locked up in their room. I blame the father of the previous host family. As I've said before, if murder wasn't a crime... But I guess i murder was legal, he would have to get in line.
I'm having a bang-up time! Y'all hve a nice day, now!

The immense joy that my mistress felt over finally being able to sleep in her own bed, eating her mother's cooking, spending time with her family and friends has worn off. Why are we not surprised? Get a job, woman!

Focus!

And so the first exam is soon upon the poor students at NTNU. My mistress has been trying to study all day, but strangely enough, Russian Solitaire seems to be a lot more interesting. I've given up yelling at her, she refuses to listen anyway. Besides, she'll punish herself later by not being able to sleep because spherical coordinates and substitutions in multiple integrals will keep interfering.
Yes, yes, I can hear you! You want to study? Every minute is precious? Don't try to fool me, mistress, I know what your plans are. The minute I'm finished here, you'll whip out the cards. You're hopeless...

What the hell is she talking about?

One would think that I would have left by now, but somehow she still manages to lure me back. Or perhaps it is impossible for my mistress to get rid of me. No matter how deep she tries to bury me, sooner or later, I will surface. I what a time to surface! I had almost thought that my mistress had been serious about trying to get along with everyone around her. Once again her naïve mind has received a nasty shock. Not to worry mistress, Trisha is here, and she is going to get rid of this nasty problem...
While my mistress has been busy "studying" and socializing, I have had time to take a look at our list. Of course, my mistress never intended for us to actually go through with the list, but I feel it is time to persuade her. All she need is a push in the right direction. And some lawyers.
And so my plan has been put into motion. All we have to do now is sit back and watch the minion's world fall apart. I love it when everything goes according to plan. You really shouldn't give me too much time off, mistress, I can do some serious damage when you're not watching...

Rainy Sunday

Currently, my mistress has been suffering from writer's block, I suppose I'll have to update those of you who are genuinely interested in her rather dull life. And, to be quite honest with you, her life IS very dull indeed. I don't think she has failed to follow her schedule a single day. She should be proud, you say? She should get a social life, I say.
My mistress did actually go out this weekend, though I doubt she will be repeating this in the nearest future. Within a couple of days she spend most of her "have fun"-account. And she still hasn't received money from those idiotic people at the loan office. But we have all agreed that it was, to some degree, also her fault.
I feel it is my duty to point it out to my mistress when she is acting foolishly. Which is excactly what she is doing. If haven't noticed, it is most likely because I have been able to subdue her foolishness to a certain degree. Or you haven't been around. I choose to believe that this is the result of a mixture of exhaustion and the feeling of finally mastering something. Anything else would be unacceptable and incomprehensible to the both of us.

Sigh

And so, my mistress has revealed that she is human after all, and not a robot in disguise. It must be a relief for her to be able to let off some steam. I myself would have done something about this matter before saying anything to anyone. But alas, one can not expect such tactful behaviour from someone who is this emotionally unstable.
What I think my mistress is in desperate need of, is closeness. Even though I am reluctant to let anyone near us, I am willing to do this if it will help my mistress back on her feet. she is quite upset at this moment, even though she denies it. After all, the best lies are those you tell yourself.
But this will not be the end of the world. My mistress will pick herself up before long and everything will be fine again. Or so we can hope.

Christmas greetings

Another year is almost over, another bunch of presents must be returned to the store. It seems like my mistress had a nice evening at her grand parents' house. How splendid for her. After providing food on her own for over two months, one would think that she would be grateful for coming back home. After all, there is a person called "mother" who cooks for the family here. But alas, my mistress is disappointed with the nourishment she is receiving. Had I not been so loyal to my mistress, I would have given her a kick. Not having a body of my own is also a hinder, but I don't like talking about that. How I dream of the day when my mistress is nearly killed in a horrible car accidents and suffers from post traumatic stress. No, you did not just read that.
I have been away for some time now, as some of you may have noticed. And no, I do not mean away as in my mistress moving to Trondheim, you bofoons! I mean when my mistress failed to study for her exams. One would imagine that the word "exams" is enough to make you study hard, but my mistress decided to take it "easy" because it was her first term. Git. And now we shall fail our first term, all because she didn't take things serious enough.
I can imagine that you're all tired of hearing me speaking ill of my mistress. Well, too bad. May next year bring you less miseries that the last