To this:
In two days :D If I was you I would be jealous at me. Hoho!
Pst, pst: And when it comes to the heavy rain.... it doesn't matter cause I'll pursue my love into having a chill day where I'll crush his ass in civilization ^__^
Monday 22 February 2010
I'm sick of the cold
But it doesn't really matter when I'm going from this:
To this:
In two days :D If I was you I would be jealous at me. Hoho!
Pst, pst: And when it comes to the heavy rain.... it doesn't matter cause I'll pursue my love into having a chill day where I'll crush his ass in civilization ^__^
To this:
In two days :D If I was you I would be jealous at me. Hoho!
Pst, pst: And when it comes to the heavy rain.... it doesn't matter cause I'll pursue my love into having a chill day where I'll crush his ass in civilization ^__^
Think!
This advertisement is cool too :)
No, I won`t come with more, I think. I realize that too many advertisements miiiight get just a lil' bit boring. Enjoy :)
No, I won`t come with more, I think. I realize that too many advertisements miiiight get just a lil' bit boring. Enjoy :)
Sunday 21 February 2010
Love your hair before it leaves
Some commercials are damn good, I think this one is:
There's something... cute?.. about it. Dig it : )
There's something... cute?.. about it. Dig it : )
Saturday 20 February 2010
God hates me
Germany - such a lovely, lovely country. I adore everything with Germany, everything except from one thing. Just one little thing, this thing is the Carglass commercial. Every other commercial is ok, everything else is ok. This commercial however.. When I hear it a small part of me dies. The only positive thing about going back to Norway after having been in Germany, is getting free from that commercial. I need these breaks to survive the commercial, to try to keep life in myself.
Today, I sat in the sofa, chillin`, I didn't know what was waiting right after innocent commercial. But there it comes - the carglass doodle - the annoying tiny tune I heard way to many times. The only thing that was different was the text, and I never thought I'd say this, but the German carglass commercial isn't the worst thing in the world anymore. The Swedish one is.
Listen on own risk, I do not take responsibility for deaths.
God must really hate me, the one thing I hate about Germany, the one thing. The only thing, whhyyyy?!
Today, I sat in the sofa, chillin`, I didn't know what was waiting right after innocent commercial. But there it comes - the carglass doodle - the annoying tiny tune I heard way to many times. The only thing that was different was the text, and I never thought I'd say this, but the German carglass commercial isn't the worst thing in the world anymore. The Swedish one is.
Listen on own risk, I do not take responsibility for deaths.
God must really hate me, the one thing I hate about Germany, the one thing. The only thing, whhyyyy?!
Touched
I was scooping through different channels, and I ended up at a channel showing `America's got Talent` from I-don`t-know which year, not that it matters. I was totally touched to tears by this one participant.
I cried.. That's right, I cried. What an adorable little kid!
Here ye go!
He touched your hearts as well?
I cried.. That's right, I cried. What an adorable little kid!
Here ye go!
He touched your hearts as well?
Thursday 18 February 2010
G`night
At least I`ll have a good night, the last evenings I fell asleep to this right outside my windows, I slaughtered the sheep, and shoved a sock in the mouth of whoever wanted to sing me a lullaby. This is the best way to get to sleep, and it's so, so beautiful.
Sweet dreams ^__^
Photos are mine, do not steal!
Sweet dreams ^__^
Photos are mine, do not steal!
Monday 15 February 2010
Naziregime
LiveJournal is clearly a naziregime. Of course nazi isn`t a word to be throwing around like some kinda toy. It`s a strong word, a word that makes many people shiver, a word that you don`t wanna hear around you, a word you`d rather forget. However, the naziregime of today is here, maybe you didn`t know, but it was here all along.
A friend of mine doesn`t use blogspot, she uses LiveJournal, and obviously it`s some quite cool stuff. Of course I wanna follow her blog, so I ask her. What`s the address? She gives it to me, but tells me most are written for "friends" anyway, and that I can`t read then. So much for being yer friend, huh? "Friends only", pff, was sharing candy, farts and secrets through the childhood not enough to be your friend? Me, as a normal blogspot-user obviously have no rights to be reading her blogs through that page. Then the LJ-gestapo will eat me alive or torment me til I die.To be quite honest I`d prefer to get tormented til death, between the teeth of LJ-gestapo is the last place in the would I wanna die.
She wanted to follow me, though. Maybe our friendship can be saved, maybe we can find a way to trick the LJ-gestapo. She tries, she tries. NO WAY, she cannot read outside LJ borders, maybe there`s a huge, mental brick wall there, if you try to pass.. you know what happens (that is, if you know some German history, if not - come on dude, even I know that!). Hitler has come back to live to lead the LJ-REICH! To draw the lines, to make the rules, to allow one, and just one way of life. It is no way anymore, the boarders are too strong.
So there it went, our friendship, all our years of laughter, and tears, all the years of all the beautiful things we shared. Gone. Like bombed with a huge atom-bomb, like shot by the gestapo. I am BRD, she is DDR. There is no way for us to meet anymore. Goodbye.
PS: Still up for pizza tomorrow?
A friend of mine doesn`t use blogspot, she uses LiveJournal, and obviously it`s some quite cool stuff. Of course I wanna follow her blog, so I ask her. What`s the address? She gives it to me, but tells me most are written for "friends" anyway, and that I can`t read then. So much for being yer friend, huh? "Friends only", pff, was sharing candy, farts and secrets through the childhood not enough to be your friend? Me, as a normal blogspot-user obviously have no rights to be reading her blogs through that page. Then the LJ-gestapo will eat me alive or torment me til I die.To be quite honest I`d prefer to get tormented til death, between the teeth of LJ-gestapo is the last place in the would I wanna die.
She wanted to follow me, though. Maybe our friendship can be saved, maybe we can find a way to trick the LJ-gestapo. She tries, she tries. NO WAY, she cannot read outside LJ borders, maybe there`s a huge, mental brick wall there, if you try to pass.. you know what happens (that is, if you know some German history, if not - come on dude, even I know that!). Hitler has come back to live to lead the LJ-REICH! To draw the lines, to make the rules, to allow one, and just one way of life. It is no way anymore, the boarders are too strong.
So there it went, our friendship, all our years of laughter, and tears, all the years of all the beautiful things we shared. Gone. Like bombed with a huge atom-bomb, like shot by the gestapo. I am BRD, she is DDR. There is no way for us to meet anymore. Goodbye.
PS: Still up for pizza tomorrow?
Sunday 14 February 2010
Our style up north..
When we`re unhappy with the press crossing every line of privacy, we send our pets on them:
I probably watched this a hundred times now, and I laugh louder every single time.
Stolen/borrowed/pick your favourite from Inishmore.
I probably watched this a hundred times now, and I laugh louder every single time.
Stolen/borrowed/pick your favourite from Inishmore.
Friday 12 February 2010
When you thought it was bad from before
Ok so earlier today I wrote about my morning, the bus passing me, no other bus, blablablaa. And I thought it was bad. However, as I mentioned this episode to my stepfather he thought for two seconds, and told me he probably knows who this busdriver was, and that he probably did it on purpose.
Let me fill you in. Before my stepfather was married, let`s call his ex Veronica. Veronica`s uncle is the bus-driver. Let`s call him John. John and my stepfather were good friends at that time. They had a pretty good relationship actually. However, my stepfathers relationship with Veronica was not good. In fact, it was very bad. Veronica spent all day watching tv, doing nothing around the house. All day. Nothing. When my stepfather was away cause of work, the kids could do what they wanted, be up as long as they wanted. Hell, she might even leave all kids alone to go out do something herself. When my stepfather came home from work after a certain period of time he came home to a house that looked like it went through World War III. When he was depressed she laughed in his face, no, when he was deeply depressed she laughed in his face. He had gotten himself into a bad, bad marriage.
One day my stepfather decided to leave this witch, try to get a happier life somewhere. Then he found my mum. When my mum decided to move to him, Veronica had already managed to do her bullshit. She told her and his kids, all small, that he had had an affair with my mum years ago, and that they have a kid together. The six year old is still trying to find the sibling she didn`t yet meet. Do you shove these lies in the faces of small kids?
Before my mother even got to move up her for real, Veronica made sure to make my stepfathers brother, mother, father, everyone hate mum, cause of the lies Veronica spread. Lies with no roots in the truth, however good you look for it.
And the bus-driver? Since the divorce not a single word to my stepfather. He knows where we live, though, and therefore probably didn`t stop on this stop on purpose. I probably looked like my mother. I believe it is true, it is what happened. In a place like this the same bus-drivers drives through all the time, people knows people. When my stepfather says that only one bus-driver is so mean that he can do such a thing, it is probably that way. Every single bus-driver I`ve met up here has been great, happy, talkative and incredibly funny. This one is clearly the biggest asshole on the planet. Letting me stand there in the rain, cause he does not approve of my stepfathers new fiancee. How professional. Not stopping cause he does not want me to ride with his bus. I can tell you one thing - I am incredibly shocked over how someone can behave.Had I been a bit more daring, I would have done anything in my power to get him fired. I would have sent the bill I will receive straight to the bus-company, I would demand that this asshole gets consequences for doing such a thing on purpose.
With such messed up heads I`m wondering if this family has been doing inbreed as long back as it goes? Burn in hell, you filthy, shithead of a bus-driver.
Let me fill you in. Before my stepfather was married, let`s call his ex Veronica. Veronica`s uncle is the bus-driver. Let`s call him John. John and my stepfather were good friends at that time. They had a pretty good relationship actually. However, my stepfathers relationship with Veronica was not good. In fact, it was very bad. Veronica spent all day watching tv, doing nothing around the house. All day. Nothing. When my stepfather was away cause of work, the kids could do what they wanted, be up as long as they wanted. Hell, she might even leave all kids alone to go out do something herself. When my stepfather came home from work after a certain period of time he came home to a house that looked like it went through World War III. When he was depressed she laughed in his face, no, when he was deeply depressed she laughed in his face. He had gotten himself into a bad, bad marriage.
One day my stepfather decided to leave this witch, try to get a happier life somewhere. Then he found my mum. When my mum decided to move to him, Veronica had already managed to do her bullshit. She told her and his kids, all small, that he had had an affair with my mum years ago, and that they have a kid together. The six year old is still trying to find the sibling she didn`t yet meet. Do you shove these lies in the faces of small kids?
Before my mother even got to move up her for real, Veronica made sure to make my stepfathers brother, mother, father, everyone hate mum, cause of the lies Veronica spread. Lies with no roots in the truth, however good you look for it.
And the bus-driver? Since the divorce not a single word to my stepfather. He knows where we live, though, and therefore probably didn`t stop on this stop on purpose. I probably looked like my mother. I believe it is true, it is what happened. In a place like this the same bus-drivers drives through all the time, people knows people. When my stepfather says that only one bus-driver is so mean that he can do such a thing, it is probably that way. Every single bus-driver I`ve met up here has been great, happy, talkative and incredibly funny. This one is clearly the biggest asshole on the planet. Letting me stand there in the rain, cause he does not approve of my stepfathers new fiancee. How professional. Not stopping cause he does not want me to ride with his bus. I can tell you one thing - I am incredibly shocked over how someone can behave.Had I been a bit more daring, I would have done anything in my power to get him fired. I would have sent the bill I will receive straight to the bus-company, I would demand that this asshole gets consequences for doing such a thing on purpose.
With such messed up heads I`m wondering if this family has been doing inbreed as long back as it goes? Burn in hell, you filthy, shithead of a bus-driver.
This is how your day gets ruined
You have an appointment, one of those that costs money pr hour. Lets say a doctors appointment. You usually walk to the center of the town, takes around 45 minutes, it`s a refreshing walk. Well, today you don`t wanna walk, the weather is the worst you`ve seen in months, and there`s a bus going around when you need it. It`s perfect, you decide to take the bus.Since this is early on the day you need to do something drastic about when you wake up your alarm-clock is on. You wake up very early, and do all your morning duties. You still consider walking, but you see that the weather will drown you before you`d even reach to get out of the driveway, so you decide to go outside 10 minutes before the bus comes. After all you don`t even know when the bus will be right outside your house, so you take good time rather than coming to late, missing the bus would be crap, right?
10 minutes goes, you regret going out so early, you`re already soaking wet, and your jacket doesn`t hold out a drop of water. However, it`s soon coming, it has to. 5 minutes goes, 10.. 15 minutes more.. and way over there, you see the bus coming towards you. A small smile spreads on your face and you start digging out your wallet. As your bus closes up, however, you see that it`s not breaking down or making any attempt to stop and put you on, so you wave at it. However it still doesn`t drive slower. The bus-driver looks at you and points backwards. It`s not the first time you see that, obviously a bus is right behind it that will pick you up. You assume it will be there any minute, so you keep holding your wallet, and your headset remains half on your ears and half off, so you can hear what the bus-driver will tell you when you go on. Aaany second now.
Obviously any second became to any minute, and any minute turned out to be never. No other bus came, not in 1 minute, not in 2, not in 5, 10 or 15. You became more and more wet, and even your sweater was soaking wet now. Your shoes luckily were pretty damn good, so two small parts of your body was dry. After 20 minutes the anger and the fear to drown bubbled up inside you, so you screwed it. The stupid bus, you went inside. This way you wouldn`t die.
Well inside stripped down from all the soaking wet clothes you gathered the courage to call and say you wouldn`t make it. You really hated to call these phones, but ok, it`s the least you can do. You found the phone, and then digged up some numbers on internet.. You dialed the number and... it turned out to be the wrong one. You looked other places for numbers, however it`s the same everywhere. So.. hurray.
The person whos day started like this.... She`s not happy, and probably won`t be the whole day. And she`ll get a bill in her mailbox for an appointment she never attended.
Tudelu now!
10 minutes goes, you regret going out so early, you`re already soaking wet, and your jacket doesn`t hold out a drop of water. However, it`s soon coming, it has to. 5 minutes goes, 10.. 15 minutes more.. and way over there, you see the bus coming towards you. A small smile spreads on your face and you start digging out your wallet. As your bus closes up, however, you see that it`s not breaking down or making any attempt to stop and put you on, so you wave at it. However it still doesn`t drive slower. The bus-driver looks at you and points backwards. It`s not the first time you see that, obviously a bus is right behind it that will pick you up. You assume it will be there any minute, so you keep holding your wallet, and your headset remains half on your ears and half off, so you can hear what the bus-driver will tell you when you go on. Aaany second now.
Obviously any second became to any minute, and any minute turned out to be never. No other bus came, not in 1 minute, not in 2, not in 5, 10 or 15. You became more and more wet, and even your sweater was soaking wet now. Your shoes luckily were pretty damn good, so two small parts of your body was dry. After 20 minutes the anger and the fear to drown bubbled up inside you, so you screwed it. The stupid bus, you went inside. This way you wouldn`t die.
Well inside stripped down from all the soaking wet clothes you gathered the courage to call and say you wouldn`t make it. You really hated to call these phones, but ok, it`s the least you can do. You found the phone, and then digged up some numbers on internet.. You dialed the number and... it turned out to be the wrong one. You looked other places for numbers, however it`s the same everywhere. So.. hurray.
The person whos day started like this.... She`s not happy, and probably won`t be the whole day. And she`ll get a bill in her mailbox for an appointment she never attended.
Tudelu now!
Monday 8 February 2010
Just so you know
I'll be doing some experimenting the next days, simply cause I wanna fresh up my blog. And before it's fresh I can promise you it's gonna be veryvery unfresh, so be patient :)
Enjoy some good music in the mean time :)
Alcest - Souvernirs D'un Autre Monde, lovely, lovely french post-rock/shoegaze/please don't ask me to put genre on this. Enjoy nevertheless :)
Enjoy some good music in the mean time :)
Alcest - Souvernirs D'un Autre Monde, lovely, lovely french post-rock/shoegaze/please don't ask me to put genre on this. Enjoy nevertheless :)
Wednesday 3 February 2010
Tuesday 2 February 2010
When I get a baby...
However my baby will like real metal. The pacifer, however.. I`ll be forced to buy!
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