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Going to a shrink would feel good not because I have any problems to sort through, but because it would just feel really good to have someone listen to me just talking and talking. It doesn't feel right to have my boyfriend or my friends go through the whole thing of having to listen to me talk about myself. Often I feel I have a lot to say about everything I feel, from extremely happy to bitter. Hm.
It's just this sort of wish dream I have, sort of like the dream about having an entire chocolate cake to yourself or a perfect day at the beach. Heh. I think I will try a shrink when I get older and can pay for it. It's not an emergency, it's just something I want to do. I think the whole mentality of "You have to have REAL problems before you go a shrink!" is stupid.
Gunnhild: First of all, happy birthday (a few days late). We can go to Mollers now, together, isn't that grand? The greatest little pub in Oslo. Being eighteen isn't all what it's cracked up to be, but YOU are all what you're cracked to be, so it evens out. I love you very much and I hope you had a smashing birthday celebration.
Also, thank you so so so much for the letter! I loved the pictures (you're wearing your LO VE-slippers! :D) and the letter itself is the cutest nicest letter I have ever received. Thank you! :D I was so happy when I got it!
Nora and Anne: We're supposed to have a get-to-know-each-other-date, aren't we? My number is 98 47 41 64, and I'm available about always. I know of this great place we can go and eat if you like thai-food. Or Indian food. I actually know of a lot of great places to eat. :D
Ida Christine: We need to hang out because I miss you. Are you free this weekend? Simon and I can come crash at your place, he has a car and everything. :D Please drop me a line telling me when you have time and energy for some fun adventures.
I have a head-ache and my grandmother and mother have picked about 5 kilos of cherries today, so tomorrow they're going to try and lay down some cherry liquor (it'll be ready about Christmas). I'd try for a cherry-pie, but I already have stuff to bake (I don't have a good recipe for cherry-pie anyway).
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[16 Jul 2006|09:26pm] |
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You know what really ticks me off? People who act like waiters - and people in other service jobs - are untermensch. Who the hell do they think they are, acting like that, as if this is still the eighteen hundreds and there's still a class society? News call, fattie: just because you have the money to stuff yourself at a restaurant, you are NOT better than your waitress, so stop bossing her around, she is NOT your servant.
Gah.
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Paris is so strange. It's such a beautiful city, and I love the atmosphere and the bakeries, and the architechture - but this time I've seen other; less nice sides as well. While Simon and I sat by the Seine today, two cops on bikes rode past and there were many people there but they decided to stop by the middle-eastern looking guys and talk to them. Auntie says dark-skinned people get stopped by police all the time, to have their papers checked, because there's a big problem with illegal immigration here, but it's still such easy racism, sort of the kind you "never" see in Oslo. My Aunt has never been checked for her papers; but she's white and blonde...It makes me feel very uneasy.
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Tomorrow we're going to Montmartre...on Tuesday I don't know what we'll do, on Wednesday we're cleaning the flat and going home. Which is a little sad. On the other hand; there's no place like home. I must admit I rather like living in Oslo. Living in a small city in a small country feels safe; somehow.
Okay; take care; everybody. Do something fun after reading this, like blow soapbubbles or take a bath with lots of foam...or try to stand on your head!
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[23 Jun 2006|12:44pm] |
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They're all leaving for Roskilde tomorrow! Oh my.
Yesterday Frøydis and I went to paint ceramic bowls at Glazed and Amused. Unfortunately we'd picked the same day to paint as a bunch of girls hosting a bachelorette-party, so it wasn't really the calm and quiet experience I'd been wanting. But it was nice nonetheless. I'm eager to see how they turned out.
After we were finished at G&A we went strolling down the street and windowshopped. We found a store chock-full of WONDERFUL dresses that all cost way too much. And we found a swedish store with lots of cheap kitchen-thingies. Frøydis and I are both extremely ready to move out - there was much wanton in our eyes while we checked out plates, spatulas, and little glass-containers for pasta and rice and nuts. I. WANT. KITCHENWEAR. It's so pathetic, I'm obsessed with these kinds of things. I have a little Martha Stewart in my tummy, kicking and screaming to get out (minus the whole criminal-thing).
We went to Black Cat and spent at least six minutes just sniffing the air inside that little shop. I want to take all of my friends there so they can smell how wonderful it smells! This absolutely wonderful scent of coffee and tea and spices. AAAH. So nice.
After that we shared a piece of carrot-cake with delicious frosting at Karlottas (cutest little cafe ever) and talked about lots of different things. It was all in all a really nice, really girly little trip to Oslo. :D I like having a girl-friend like this.
I love Simon!
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[20 Jun 2006|02:05am] |
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I have found a most delicious, scrumptious and lovely community.
http://community.livejournal.com/food_porn/
I know of at least ONE person who will appreciate this greatly. :D
I have an exam tomorrow but I can't sleep and Simon isn't on msn to entertain me. Therefore I must peruse food_porn and eat Mr.Lee Chicken flavoured noodles.
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[19 Jun 2006|05:24pm] |
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Apparently my cat gets diarrhea from wet cat food and so yesterday she managed to shit all over her fur. Mum and Kjetil managed to cut away the worst of it with a scissor, but I still need to give her some sort of bath. We don't have any cat-shampoo though, so we'll have to use Mum's extra mild soap free shower gel designed for use in the nether regions so as not to irritate her sensitive skin (the cat's, not Mum's).
In other words, I'm washing my kitty with vagina-cleanser.
We're both thrilled. I foresee many scratches on my arms in the immediate future.
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[17 Jun 2006|11:11am] |
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I earned 630 kroners yesterday by watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on CN with the sweetest little kids ever, reading Stardust (which is very lovely!) and eating pizza. And by washing the house while the kids were asleep, but pssh. It was a lot of money for very little work. The Parents even said I'd done an absolutely brilliant job and offered to let me wash their house once a week, 120 kroners an hour and around three hours every time, so...YES, I would like to earn 360 kroners a week by washing a few floors and a couple of bathrooms. :D Yay, pocket-money! Will come mucho in handy for Paris.
EEE, Paris! :D
My Mum complains that I'm too little at home - and I'm going out today AND tomorrow. But, I don't know. I don't feel very good around here. A bit lonely and bored, I guess. And there's always lots to do all other places than here. Such a dilemma! I want Mum to be happy, but I just don't want to be here all that much.
Well, anyway, last night she sniffed and said "Well, you could just as well move to Simon, you're always over there anyway!"
I told her I don't have the money to move out, to which she replied that I could work next to going to school. She's giving me mixed signals. O.o
I don't know, what do you think is reasonable? That I'm eighteen and technically an adult, and that I spend a lot of time away from home, sleeping over at Simon's place and doing stuff with my friends, or that I spend more time at home, help out with cleaning and baby-sitting, and eating dinner? I have no idea, really, what's reasonable. The last few weeks I've had a routine of being home for three days and away for four days.
I have a piggy-icon! :D
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[14 Jun 2006|06:28pm] |
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Leave your name, and...
1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
(8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours)
Shakira can sure move her hips. *transfixed*
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[12 Jun 2006|09:10am] |
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Hm, lots of things happen. Some of them I make happen. But I'm not sure what type of person I am because of it. I hope I'm good, even though I do some bad or hurtful things.
About my weekend:
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On Sunday I convinced Simon to go see the Da Vinci-Code with me. It sucked so bad that I felt like going down on my knees and kiss his feet as an apology afterwards. The actors were okay (Audrey Tattou is lovely and played her first role in English great, and of course sir Ian McKellen is wonderful) and the visual stuff was great, I loved how they did it everything there and I liked the music even though it was really pompous. But.
Butbutbut. None of that could conceal the fact that this is a movie based on an extremely bad book. Dan Brown's writing is cheap and cheesy and silly. The theory with Maria Magdalena is interesting enough, but the story is dumb and the characters are flat and the dialogue is ridiculous. You can't make a good movie if the story utterly fails. I'll make no secret of it. I loathe Dan Brown's books.
But I'm looking forward to visiting Louvre. :D I've only been there once and I can't even remember what I saw. But I'm NOT seeing the Mona Lisa again. Talk about overrated painting, geez. Da Vinci was great but I don't really think his paintings are what made him amazing.
Now it's back to my art-exam. I'm trying to write a poem with them fancy letters. Calligraphy is hard and all my letters end up looking a bit awkwardly shaped and crooked. Well. I wasn't made for meticulously written letters...
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[07 Feb 2006|10:15pm] |
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Good times, good times!
Simon and I celebrated our 2-year anniversary today - so we had lunch (burger and fries and milkshake, ultimate american meal) at Hard Rock Cafe. Oslo didn't get a HRC until a month ago, you know, so I thought that was cool. We had one of those long funny conversations I appreciate so much. And the burger was good too.
We decided we wouldn't get each other presents, but instead buy something nice together. A together-gift. Suits me just fine. :D I like having things together with him. We talked about marriage. His attitude towards it surprised me, in a good way. Not that we're getting married in the immediate future, but I'm young and in love so I can daydream about being together forever, can't I? ^^
Then I had my salsa-lesson. My fourth! I still can't dance salsa, though. :P But it's fun. I was paired up with another girl today, she had gorgeous eyes and an even more horrible lack of rythm than me. We must've looked awful, but we actually did learn something together.
Today I tried dry-point needle for the first time. First you draw an image, and then you carve the image into a metal plate with a needle. The plate is then covered in ink, which is wiped off with a cloth (but all the carved lines are filled with ink). Then you put a piece of wet paper over the plate and roll it through a very eighteenth century-looking thingie and voila, the image has been transferred to paper. Looks neat, but the process is definitely much more tedious than just using a pen and a sheet of paper. Obviously. But it was really fun to try out!
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Flist clean-up. Check if you're still there and delete me back if you're not plz.
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Eurgh, I'm sick...and I had plans to clean and redecorate my room today, but I ended up with reading "Den som frykter ulven" curled up in my bed instead. Ah well!
We went to Ikea yesterday. I bought nice Swedish junk! I love Ikea irrationally much. Psshaw
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Very happy 19th birthday to you, Magnus! Eeee! :D
Gunnhild leaves today! I'm feeling slightly panicky about it (if I show up at the airport, banging on the windows calling for you to come back, please - just ignore me and get on your flight, okay?)
Now I have the read about the middle ages. Again. Only this time I have to write something about their, er, world-views.
Cold.
My breasts look really big today.
We're getting a visit from several tenth grades today. They're checking out all the different courses. Luckily I don't have to do anything. :D We're drawing caricatures today, I've picked the Olsen-twins.
Aah, the teacher's talking about Versailles and now I want to go back there. Ridiculous place, big and much too fancy, but so so so interesting. Simon and I've talked about going to Paris this summer. My aunt lives there, so we'll have a free place to stay...in theory. I haven't asked her yet.
Salsa yesterday was fun! Miina is cute and fun to dance with (but nearly impossible to get into rythm with).
What should we eat for dinner today?
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On Big Brother this season, a quite well-known gay woman is the host. Her co-host is another woman. This leads to:
Grandma: I'm sure she really likes having a female co-host!
Caroline: Uhm, she has a girlfriend, so I think it's completely irrelevant.
Grandma: ...
Grandma: Ye-es, but I'm sure she likes having a female co-host!
You know what I think? I STILL think it's completely irrelevant! There is no reason why she would like a female co-host better than a male! Arrrgh!
(You know, I once had a discussion with a friend of my other grandma, about adoption. I aired my thought that I'd want to adopt kids sometime, and she said that I'd have to adopt kids that were like myself. Ie, Caucasian kids. Because it's impossible to love kids who aren't Caucasian if you're Caucasian yourself, at least not as much. Ugh, old ladies are yucky).
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Simon and I:
1. are a good team
2. have a lot of fun together
3. love each other in ridiculous ways
Conclusion: We're perfect!
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[25 Jan 2006|11:15pm] |
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This has been a very experience-filled day. It all started when I woke up, obviously, or I guess you could say it started a little before I actually woke up because my cat demanded I let her out of the room so I had to slightly sleep-walk to my door and let her out. She's such an annoying little puddycat (sometimes).
Then when I later was taking the bus to the dock, the action started fo'real, dawg. After all the snow we've had the road are rather slippery and should be driven on with care. But for some unexplicable reason, some driver decided that driving in the right lane - ie the lane where the bus is driving - was a really good idea, especially in about a hundred miles an hour too fast (I may or may not be exaggerating). Anyway, he quickly crosses over into the right lane, but in his speed and with the roads all icey AND with him trying to do it right in a quite sharp steep turn, of course he slams right into the left side of the bus. The entire right side of his car seemed to be, just, completely ruined.
It was ridiculous really, seriously, who does that? Seriously? But I felt sorry for him too, he must've felt like the world's biggest idiot. We all had to reassure the busdriver that she really hadn't done anything wrong, she seemed pretty shaken up by it.
All of this led to being delayed about fifteen or twenty minutes, until they came with another bus, and then we drove a twenty-five minute long way in about ten minutes. He stopped to let passengers on, but he yelled at them to get in the bus really quick, and they all just ran on, all bug-eyed. Hee, "we don't got no time for all this ticket-crap, just get on the bus! Go, go!"
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After all this, when we were dismissed, Ida, Therese and I went to Underdog, a tiny funky little bar. I met Gunnhild on the way, which was really nice! I like getting birthdayhugs. :D Ida bought me a birthday-beer, because she's really nice and cool. <3 I only drank half the glass, but it was really nice nonetheless. Beer doesn't taste that bad, but I need something alongside it to nibble on to fully enjoy it, I think. But it was my first legal beer, and that felt a bit awesome. Now I can buy all my under-age classmates sigarettes and alcohol, a fire-sure way to get BFFs.
I got a heart-necklace from my grandmother, it's very simple and elegant and pretty. I got heart-earrings in silver from Simons Mum and Simon himself gave me a beautiful and very cute necklace. It's long and it sparkles! It's really lovely.
Theeen we had lots and lots of cake and talked about stuff. Simon is moving into a flat in Oslo, along with Sigurd, so naturally we talked a bit about that. I'm a bit bummed out because he's moving away, but I'm also very excited...I don't think Simon thinks I am, but it's true. It means a lot to me that he's getting a place of his own, that he's in university studying something he loves (or at least think is fascinating and interesting), and that he has plans and dreams and goals.
All in all I actually think I've had a perfect birthday. On Saturday I'm having a big family-dinner at a restaraunt in Oslo, so that'll sort of be the official celebration, but this day has been just overall really great. Thanks to everyone for the congrats and happy birthdays. ^^
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Whatta day! First I had school, a lot of the girls in my class loudly appreciated my cupcakes and I got my excellent grades.
Theeen I went straight to Oslo and met up with Simon at Tøyen to check out some flat he'd found, but the viewing of it was closed when we finally found to right adress.
So then we ate chicken kebabs, yummy!
I still had an hour and a half to kill before my salsa lesson started, so we sat for a while at Deli De Luca, talking, which was fabulous. I tried to make Simon tell me what my birthdaypresent is, but he just kept saying stuff like "poop" and "camels" and "a paddle." At least now I'm safely assured that I won't receive any of these things. I'm reeeeaally curious! Wah, and I won't get it before the evening, I feel like a five-year old again.
My lesson started at seven. The warm-up was so tacky and fun, we had to wriggle our butts and hips a lot, and then we shook our upper bodies like we were cheap strippers. Lovely! We learned some new steps, which was fun, but counting and keeping in with the rythm is hard, especially when everybody else seem like they're listening to something entirely else than yourself. But the steps weren't very hard, until Miina and I had to dance them together. ^^ There are too few boys, so Miina and I dance together, and since I'm tall and hunky, I have to be the boy. Problem is, during the lesson I've obviously learned the girl-steps. I only have to do the steps the opposite way, so no biggie, but it's really difficult for a goldfish-mind like me to remember that.
But I'm sure we look good!
I have to take a boat to get home from Oslo, since I live on a half-island, but when I arrived at the dock this evening I saw this huge crowd of people huddled together. There usually aren't that many people in one ride, but as it turned out, the regular boat had actually crashed right into the dock at great speed an hour previously, so all the people we're waiting for the spare boat to open itd doors so they could get in. Of course, the boat was too small for all the people, so I, along with Maiken, Tobias and Helene had to wait for an additional half an hour. It was bizarre! Didn't help that we were all tired and cold, too.
Tomorrow's my birthday! I'm turning eighteen, so Ida and I are going for a legal beer after school, and since we're going on an ekskursjon (field-trip I guess) to a few art-exhibitions, I get to sleep until eight o'clock. It's the small things, I tell you!
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[24 Jan 2006|09:26am] |
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My grades! Im smrt
(Crash course: 1 is bad, 6 is fucking awesome).
Allmenn:
Norwegian, text: 5
Norwegian, oral: 6
P.E: 4
English: 5
Social studies: 4
Math: 4
Studieretning:
Drawing: 5
Shape/Form: 5
Color: 5
Script/Calligraphy: 5
Descriptive geometry: 6
Art history: 6
All in all, an average of 5! Not bad, not bad at all.
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Weird. I was telling Simon a story involving Dad and it actually hurt a little. I haven't had any contact with him since he sent me that text, a few days before Christmas...I wonder if he will call me on my birthday.
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Mmm, Simon had a bottle of real genuine maple syrup, so I made us a mountain of pancakes for breakfast, and bacon of course. Yummy in my tummy!
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