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TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN IN A NUTSHELL

January 2nd 2014


HONESTLY SPEAKING, I HAVE NEVER GROWN MORE THAN I DID THIS YEAR. I BECAME EXTREMELY INDEPENDENT DURING THE SUMMER AND A DPENDENT EMOTIONAL WRECK DURING WINTER. I MET SO MANY COOL PEOPLE. REALLY, I´M FACINATED BY THE NICE PEOPLE THAT MAKE UP HØNEFOSS AND I HOPE TO MEET MORE AWESOME KIDS THIS YEAR.


I hit my stride at the beginning of 2013, and I realized junior high school was awesome. I was such a typical teenager kid my first year and I sincerely loved it. It might have been because my friends made school worthwile. I watched too many football games, (especially for one who´s not interested in football) learned a new dance every month, watched the vampire diaries series more times than healthy, and finally school ended.


The first night of summer a boy kissed me. I hadn´t kissed a boy the whole school year so I was on cloud nine, not to mention it was by a boy I had a crush on.


The summer was the best for me, I was hanging out with nearly every friend I ever had. The days were great, I got tan, made lots of friends, and still setting aside quality time for my family. It was the perfect balance.


Earlier in the year, I promised myself my New Year´s goal/s would be to "say yes to everything that has potential in it to create beautiful memories" so I tried doing so. I went to festivals, parties, movie marathons, road trips. But the rest of my "yes" was spent on takeaway pizza and Ben & Jerry´s cookie dough ice cream and I can´t be mad at myself for spending "yes" on those beautiful memories.


Summer meant gossip girl with Kristine.


Late night karaoke sessions with Julie.


Exploring with Sara.


Tanning with Frida.


Movie night every week no matter what.


And bicycling anywhere and everywhere with miy girls.


The summer vacation towards the end of summer is still to this day the best trip of my life. It was the type of summer I knew I would tell my kids about a million times and they would know the stories of summer 13 by heart because I would talk about it so much. The summer was beautiful and I have zero desire to go back to the halls of good old school.

2013 meant dates, it meant my first date with my grandpa, my girlfriends, boys. Like bowling dates, Halloween dates, movie dates, double dates, and about every date a freshly new teenager kid could think of. It was the teenage dream, guys.


I read lots of books, and listened to some great music. All the good music I´ve found this year were unreal, but that´s a post for another time. It´s strange, actually how emotionally attached I was to the year. 2013 in general, was a good place to be in. And I´m scared of the unknown.


It´s strange how we see things. Two days ago it was 2013 and just like that, it´s not. But it was still two days ago no matter how we see it, and summer was still six months ago, and yesterday is now gone and all Im trying to say, is memories will always be there. Humans don´t understand the concept of time, and it´s a hard one to grasp completely. A year is something we made up to keep ourselves sane. The new year is a landmark way of mentally filling all of the good times, late nights, long talks, heartache, and laughter into one place. You´ll top it off and name it 2013 and come back to it on a rainy day.


The new file begins now, and I am desperately trying to be optimistic. I keep getting older and I hate it. But Im determined, to make this such a good year in the life of Sofie Marie Mugaas, one my kids will tell their kids about.


Cheers



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