Not unlike the waves

Learning Humour

2011-06-17T09:23:00.003+02:00

I just realized what my biggest challenge is when living here in Germany. Language? Occasionally a problem, but no. Homesickness? Of course I have it, but no. The biggest problem is, readers, that I am completely incapable of being funny in German.

To be able to understand this, readers, I must present myself as a cake. A personality-cake. The cake that is me consists of 10 pieces. I suppose the type of cake is irrelevant, but let's say I'm a chocolate cake. The deal is that normally 8 of 10 pieces of the Trolldis-cake is humour. 8 of 10, that is like 80%! So this means that only 20% consist the rest of my personality, so you know, kindness, intelligence (we're only talking cake-crumbles in this field, but I guess it's there), and so on. Bottom line 80% of the Trolldis cake is humour, 20% the rest. So most of Trolldis is a lump of humour. Here's the problem: Turns out you don't only have to learn the language, and how the German people are put together, you also have to learn humour. Clearly I am completely incapable of being funny when talking German. It's not like I don't try, it's just that every try ends in a massive fail.

Mostly I learnt my lack of German humour when i.e writing someone. I often ask my boyfriend to look through, makes me sure I'm not sending something braindead to people. And more than once I got the comment "Ehm.. Yeah, well.. We don't say that in German". "That's not funny in German", "I don't get that". "Nobody will get that" - at least he kinda prevented me from saying something really stupid, so it did not seem like the 80% lacking was indeed a reduction of the brains.

At least the Germans can laugh when I fuck up in German, and make embarrassing mistakes. For example, replacing "Krawatte" (tie) with "Karotte" (carrot), or saying "Waffelstillstand" when I wanted to say "Waffenstillstand" (sorry, I have no good translation, so I guess this one is just for the Germans). Of course, I disgrace myself like this all the time, but that's not the kind of humour I mean here.

The biggest problem, when the 80% humour cannot be shown inside Germany, only 20% of my personality is left to be shown, and I suppose you can all imagine what this means: Not only do Germans see a Trolldis 80% reduced, but I must appear to be the lamest personality to ever have set foot in Germany. Imagine what person you appear to be if 80% of your personality is just gone. Yes, you may feel sympathy. Thank you, readers, it is so kind.

At least I hope that it is just in German that I'm lame, maybe I just really hope this is the case, when in fact I am just getting lamer and lame with age. And the day I turn 22, my humour will drop to 0% and people run away in order to not talk to me. So my 80% goes from humour to BORING. To be honest, I prefer to believe the "lame in German" thing, that means I can at least have someone smiling at me when returning to Norway. So, readers, let me live in this hope!

Whether I am capable of being funny in English or not is up to me to decide, but that's not my biggest worry. Now I will go learn some German, and I'm not talking about vocabulary or grammar. I'm off to learn some German humour!

Hopeless Intentions: Trolldis during Academy Awards

2011-03-01T22:36:00.001+01:00

In my little world, intentions constantly.. let's say it in a nice way compared to what it really is - gets totally fucked up. And this does not only apply to intentions that argue with my lazy lifestyle. You know how cleaning the apartment is a good idea before you actually pick up the bucket and start washing? Or how training tomorrow is a good idea today? That's exactly what I'm talking about. Unfortunately, it also applies when I don't want it to. Like, for instance, when the Oscars were going on TV.

As you probably know the Academy Awards were a couple of nights ago, and then too, I had high intentions. (Not only in what I'm about to tell you - but I've been wanting to write this blog-post since the Academy Awards - point proven? Too well.). So the whole intention-game consists of what I intended to do, and what I did. And this is how it looked at the night of the Oscars.

What I intended to do
Stay up till 02.00, follow it with graciousness and full attention, in my imagination I looked elegant, very awake. With a cup of tea. I did not look like a troll, I did not have a hairdo of a, and please forgive the lack of creativity, troll. Breath like an angel, perfect makeup. So yes - nothing like I normally look at 2 in the night.

What I did:
Struggled like crazy to stay awake, fell asleep at 01.00, but my clever self had thought of that scenario, and the alarm went off at 01.50. Desperately forced my eyes to remain open till 02.00, though I suspect that I was actually asleep, just with open eyes. And then there's a lot of blah-blah, and Sandman had evil plans the whole evening already, and hid under the bed. So we fought. When the action finally started half an hour later, Sandman had kinda won the match. What a bastard. So what did I do? Sleep like a rock - DAMN YOU Sandman. Hair like a troll, snoring. And though I cannot describe how I look when I am sleeping - I can guarantee you that it is no pretty sight. Not my most gracious Oscars, but what the hell - someone's gotta make the others bloom, ne?

But luckily my boyfriend had a back-up plan, and recorded it, so we had the opportunity of watching it the next day as well. As you can imagine, you still want the action, the excitement and the full glamour the day after. So no, you don't wanna read how many Oscars this and that film got at the front page of some tabloid, nor what this and that hottie had on. So the hours before watching the Oscars yesterday were hell for me. All potential spoilers hover around you like a hawk. TV remained off, Facebook was off limits, Twitter was creepy. And when it came to the news, well.. Anything could have happened yesterday, World War III could have started, dinosaurs could have arrived with huge spaceships from Mars, eating the American continent, and even chops out of Europe. And I wouldn't have known anything. But luckily it did not, and after a long struggle, around 20.00 it had all been worth it, as Colin Firth got the Oscar for Best Male Actor, and The King's Speech all in all 4 Oscars, I will go to bed for the next week with a huuuge smile all over my face.

For those of you who didn't hear about The King's Speech, do yourself a favour and check it out. Here's a trailer for you:

Enjoy! Good night, and I hope your intentions don't always fuck up as badly as mine.

PS: Really! Watch The King's Speech - It's awesome, it has everything. It's educational. Colin Firth. Funny. Touching. Great. Go go!

I hope you did not find what you were looking for

2011-02-19T00:27:00.000+01:00

I hope that it does not make me a bad person, actually I have several arguments (I would say strong arguments) that I am not a bad person:

One: I have the dignity to hide it when I laugh of people falling on their butt on the ice.
Two: When the punker-burglars on the main station runs after me asking for money (that they end up using on beer, beer and more beer) I do not ask them to fuck off. (I know, readers, an impressive amount of self-control)
Three: When Jehovah's Witnesses ring the doorbell, I do not slam the door in their faces.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? "What is she even doing still? She has clearly proved her goodness already." I could have listed a million reasons why I'm not a bad person, but I have better ways to spend my time. Old readers already know that I'm a giver, and for new readers: I'm a giver. So the whole "Is Trolldis a bad or good person" is not really a question anymore, agreed?

... either way, I still hope you didn't find what you were looking for - this applies to people finding my blog through searching terms like "panties made in Germany", "drunk Germans Lederhosen", "men in manties", and the terms "drunk German" and "lederhosen" in more combinations then you even would think existed, and when it includes the word "sexy", even more combinations come into light . Because - if you did search terms like this, and you did find what you were looking for, this automatically makes statement about my blog, that I would prefer was never made. Not only about my blog, but subsequently me as a blogger. If I were even half as fascinated with panties, and then especially manties, as most of my readers (ok, so not "readers", more "most of the random people stumbling randomly upon my blog searching random, and at times pervy words") I would personally send applications to the nearest psychowards begging them to take me in and fix my head, and I believe I would also get a spot pretty fast. We're talking sick, sick fetishes, ladies and gentlemen. I will not give you any percentage of pervy hits here, those of you who know me personally probably know that my strongest talents are not within maths, those of you who do not: I suck in maths. But who needs maths when they are such pure, good souls?

This a final proof of my striking lack of intelligence. What do you all think happens when writing a blog-post containing words that already bring many doubtful individuals to finding my blog? That's right, it is even more likely that these terms lead to my blog. If I continue like this I'll come before "manties.net" when someone search "manties" on Google. So, the chances are doubled that mantie- and lederhosen-lovers, people wanting sexy drunk Germans on Octoberfest, and other pervs end up right here. Plus, in this blog-post I also applied the word "butt" and "Jehovas Witness" - are we talking a fucked up new fetish? I will be sure to announce when someone stumbled upon my blog with these words. And if you're the person: Hi there, please send me a mail and let me write a blog about you. Love, Trolldis.

I suppose it's time to go to bed before I manage to write more crap, or fall asleep on my keyboard and post a blog written uniquely with my head, perhaps assisted by my nose.

Good night, dear readers! See you next time, then I'll try not to be overly tired and write crap. Promise. :)

Saying Goodbye

2011-02-16T20:18:00.000+01:00

It seems like yesterday. We sat around the table, drinking beer, laughing, having fun. Little did I know, that this evening would lead to something dreadful. Little did I know that what seemed like a triviality, would have major consequences.

It was early in the semester, plans, hopes, dreams and intentions. Things were new for us all, new subjects, new time tables, new challenges. I personally had nothing to do with what was decided that evening, I was just the observer. I remained silent when I should spoken, still when I should scream "No, for the love of GOD, NO!". Knowing that you could have done something makes it even harder to say goodbye. But it is inevitable, at a certain point you simply cannot refuse to open your eyes - see the facts - accept the facts.

So here I am, trying to enjoy the last evening with you. Somehow it is hard to realise that you will no longer be here tomorrow. Hard to realise cause I do not want to realise it. Please, give me one more day - one more week. Why now?

I'm drawing my fingers through you one last time, not wanting to let go. But I have to face the truth. You will not even die a graceful death. Tomorrow you will be cut off by an electric razor, fall in a pile of dead hair, and later be flushed down the toilet - what a fate! You will be gone - and my boyfriend will end up looking like an egg. But in all the sorrow, it is important to see, that it is not over. Hair grows out again. The world goes on. However, before this happen: if you will see five eggheads wandering around the streets of Leipzig, you know that they all sat around the table the very night in question - the night that would change their lives more than they knew.

So what's the deal here? What happened this special evening? I think the time has come to tell you, readers: This very evening my boyfriend and his friends came up with this wacko idea of shaving their heads if they were to pass a certain exam at the end of the semester. And great news - they passed. And here I am - about to be the girlfriend of what looks like an egg. A charming egg - he'll get that. I'll just have to think every day that it's hair - it grows out again.

Well, well.. Now I'm spending the rest of the evening with my soon-to-be egg, parting with his hair, in other words: Goodbye.

A Bunch of Racist Assholes

2011-02-13T13:27:00.000+01:00

Disclaimer: My language is not particularly nice within this blog post, if you have a problem with the word "ass" and similar, I suggest you do not read this post. Really.

Na, so who do I mean in the headline? My own kind, Norwegians. Of course just a tiny part of it, and of course there are plenty of racist assholes all over the world. Ok, so if you're a Norwegian, and not a racist asshole - we're fine, no need to get insulted then. And if you are indeed a racist asshole, please get the hell away from my blog. If I find you I will hurt you. That having been said, let's proceed, shall we?

To be able to understand the rest, this is the song that will represent Norway in Eurovision Song Contest this year:

I don't love it, but I don't think it sucks. My opinion on the song is anyway irrelevant, what is relevant is how much I hate these fucking racist assholes. Ok, so the comment field in youtube is clearly not the place to look if you want to locate the most intelligent people inhabited on earth, but sometimes I just can't help it. And it usually ends up pissing me off. Why? Some people can't think longer than their nose is, and should really all get a pair of robust boots up their asses.

The nominees for the price "biggest asshole in the world" are as followed:

Asshole 1: "great.. african reps norway.. fucking proud of my country now ... right.. "
Asshole 2: "Go back to Africa and let a Norwegian sing."
Asshole 3:"she is way too ethunic for my taste"
Asshole 4: "And this is NOT representing Norway, our country in any way. We are not africans. "

First of all: You are all (please note: referring to the previously listed assholes) very welcome to kiss my ass, even though I would say my ass is not worthy of your kisses. Actually, you can hate the song as much as you want, I don't care, I'm not here to protect it, but the colour of her skin is irrelevant. Why is she less Norwegian than you? Because she is not as pale as a corpse, blonde haired, blue eyed? Guess what, shitheads - skin colour does not denote nationality, maybe it did an unknown number of years ago, but for Christ sake: We live in 2011, wake up! Multiculturalism. It makes me wanna puke when I hear/read these kinds of statements, why can't the world just be a nice place?

For the record: I find this song better than what Norway usually sends abroad. Finally someone who applies some rhythm, and makes it catchy in a way. For those of you "wanting something Norwegian", guess how many times "Norwegian" music got 0 points in ESC? 4. And Norway was last 10 times. Because? Crappy music. So in my opinion, be happy that someone finally does something different, and stop judging people after skin colour.

By the way, readers. If anyone of you happen to know Asshole 1, 2, 3 or 4. Please do the following: Kick their asses, and tell me that you did. I will bake you muffins, or cake. Whatever you prefer. One should get rewarded for participating in bringing justice to the world.

And now I'm gonna watch puppies and kittens on youtube to calm down and forget for a while how many idiots the world holds.

With the intention of turning your Sunday-frown upside down

2011-02-06T20:47:00.001+01:00

If you would drug me down, put me into a completely black room without any contact to the outside world, or any knowledge about time, day, week, month or year. If you would keep me there for years, feed me through a hole in the wall where I'd get all food in floating form through a straw. No television, no newspapers, no nothing. I would go completely crazy. And in the state of being completely crazy - I swear - I would still be able to feel when it was Sunday, cause I am 100% certain that Sundays will always just feel a bit sadder, greyer and shittier. Now, this is not me making a bet or anything, so I'd really appreciate it if you would not kidnap me.

This particular Sunday you are all in luck, this is, if you like British humour. If you do not like British humour, I suggest you locate the cross in the upper right corner and click it. I would really appreciate it, cause guess what, I do not wanna be the person who made the crappy Sunday even crappier. That would make me the devil or something! And you know readers, that's just not me.

Ok, so lets get to business. The first attempt of making that Sunday-frown turn upside down!

If it is still a frown I officially failed as a blogger. But I'm not giving up before Hugh and Laurie gave it a shot too.

One last shot. And this, readers, is a classic. Thus: You have to find it awesome.

I hope I have made your Sunday evening feel a bit less like a Sunday evening. And that you smiled at least once. Then I'm happy.If you did not, I've gotta try harder some other Sunday, and mark my words: Once I will rock your Sunday!

Have a nice evening, everyone :)

The Evolution of Smileys: The Golden Rule of the Mouths

2011-02-04T20:41:00.001+01:00

Once upon a time, early in the history of internet, there were two smileys. One happy one, :-) , and one sad one :-(. Theoretically there were four, since well, they existed with and without noses, but lets say that the one without noses simply had a genetic error. Can you all imagine a life in which two simple smileys, and two handicapped versions of these simple smileys, were all you needed?

Today I can not and will not count the amount of smileys out there, but I am guessing millions. People tap randomly on their keyboard, and voila, a new smiley. Happiness and sadness are not longer enough, now it's of course hornyness, depression, hunger, tiredness, ultra sad, and super happy, cat face, frog face, angry, and I could go on the whole night but I will not. Sometimes you really profit from my laziness, readers. Let me hear a hallelujah!

A problem that developed over the years is the overuse of smileys. When "xD" first appeared I know that I found it awesome, and used it... let's say 'quite often'. And of course you use it when something is funny, so, for some people, maybe very many, maybe way too many, the "xD" is almost a signature. They feel that the sentence is not complete without one. So what happened, ladies and gentlemen. The smiley is completely overused, the effect is not the same as it once was. When it first appeared, and someone used it, it implied that something was oh, so funny. "OMG that's so awesome I peed a little!" Now it's just used randomly. "I bought a bike yesterday xD." or " I'm going to eat xD". Unless you have a very twisted sense of humour, you did not find that mentionable funny, indeed I hope not funny at all, cause that would tell me that you as followers only read my blog because your, and therefore also my humour is... let's say less good. Back to the point: If "xD" is the smiley used to imply that something is funny, and this effect is dead, what then? Is the world going under? Nah, let's just give him big eyes! "XD" should do, no? Ok, so now the effect of the big eyes don't work either, what the fuck do we do now? The Golden Rule of the Mouths, readers. It's like an unwritten rule, that I will now do you all the favour of writing down. I know, I'm such a giver. "When the writer would like to express happiness, sadness or that (s)he is amused, and belonging smiley does not show the mood strong enough, the writer should add extra mouths on the smiley". For those of you being unaware of this rule, I will explain it to you in detail, using examples that might just as well occur in the real life.

Friend: My dog just died.
You: :(

(dear readers, it's me, Trolldis. You can see here, that the ":(" simply ain't sad enough. Do you remember the Golden Rule of the Mouths? Let's try again)

Friend: My dog just died
You: :((((((

(pst, it's me again, readers. As you can see, the second example is hellofalot sadder, and in the smiley world this is not looking like very many chins, it does look like a damn sad sad face. Let's use another example)

Friend: My dildo just fell in my mother-in-laws head when she was opening the cabinet
You: xD

(small comment. As you can see, this is a situation where a simple "xD" simply is unfair for the humour of the situation. If you are as me, you will probably all lie on the floor twisting in laughter, and how does a "xD" show this? In no way, readers, it's a shame for the world of humour. Let's try again)

Friend: My dildo just fell in my mother-in-laws head when she was opening the cabinet
You: xDDDDDDDDDDD

As you see, the second examples, both given more mouths, serve the mood of the situation better. Imagine how insulted the friend will be if their dog died, and you don't even bother to make a damn sad smiley, just a sad one. Did you even consider that? You are a cold, cold person. Actually, why is a sad smiley called a smiley? I hereby rename it: Sadley. Where was I? Ah, right, conclusion. I hope very much that I have been solving alot of your problems within this blog post, and the next time you find something damn funny, or your friend's dog dies, you know what to do. The Golden Rule of the Mouths.

Next blog in these series: The Evolution of Smileys: The Inevitable Companion.
Publishing date: Unknown.
Starring: Smiley, Sadley and friends.

Good evening, all! :)

Did y'all watch "Once"?

2011-02-01T20:53:00.000+01:00

Today I saw the best film in a very long time... ok, at least since I saw Black Swan. (which, by the way, you should all go watch at this instant, cause it's incredibly good, and I suppose it cannot be hidden that Natalie Portman is gorgeous?) Namely (no, I have not been living under a rock, nor in a bubble, and yes, I know that it's old) Once. It's kind of a musical, but kind of not, with lovely music, where the actors aren't really actors but musicians (but it doesn't make the film bad, on the contrary!), and the two main people don't even have a name in the film. And it's special, unique, and far from clichèish. Though at the end I wish it would be, cause.. Well, now I'm in a pickle. I have two options. The first is to tell everything about the film, and then if you'd be interested to watch it, you wouldn't cause guess what, Trolldis spoiled it for you. Oor two, not tell anything about the film, you get bored, uninterested, and I could just as well have written all about it, but if I chose option two there are always some people that actually got interested from the little things I did indeed write, and.. Ok, I take the risk. Boring blog post, but you might thank me if you watch the film and I didn't spoil everything for you. Were was I? Oh yes. I wish it would be clichèish cause (censored). You know what, here's the trailer. Then you can't blame me for spoiling it, rather some guy on youtube.. I can live with that. Bitte schön:

Friendly tips, if you didn't watch it till now, then do! It's well worth 80 minutes of your life.

Ok, another subject (theoretically not, since I already mentioned it.) Black Swan, people! Awesome, awesome. Again, trailer, cause then ye can't blame me for spoilers. Oh, Youtube, I really do like you.

"Oh, so Trolldis finally pretends to care about her readers". I know what you're thinking, guys. But listen to this. Done with two exams, two! Defining Structuralism and interpreting "The Flea" by John Donne was parts of it. Plus general questions about Britain and about literature, definition of metre and rhyme, info about the English Sonnet. All ok, and I am (at the moment, temporarily) FREE! Free equals time for blogging, eating, sleeping, and other things that you will not have time to do when reading for exams. So no, readers, I did not forget you, Shakespeare and Roland Barthes were both unfortunately a bigger part of my life the last months. So I promise: I did not forget you. (I hope you didn't forget me either, would be totally sad).

Well, guys. Have a great evening. I can tell you that I will. Ah, lovely, lazy life, I've missed you!

New years rant

2011-01-16T21:27:00.000+01:00

Hello, dear readers. I know you're probably totally pissed cause I didn't wish you a happy new year yet? I hope you weren't all grumpy till now... Well, let me lighten up the rest of your year. Happy New Year! The new year resolution this year is to wish happy new year next year, when the year is actually still new. And you know loosing weight, start doing sports, eating healthier, be a good student, [insert all clichés] All are doomed, I know.

I'm always surprised the blog lets me log in, I kind of expect every time that I'll get some kinda refuse since the blog banned me.If I were this blog I'd totally do so, I refuse to believe that lousier blog owners exists. Oh yes, that should be another new years resolution, take better care of my blog, feed it a bit. Not to mention entertain my perhaps 3 readers, if they didn't ban me as well.

Is it a valid excuse that I've been busy? You know, reading books, Jane Eyre, Sense & Sensibility, writing essays about Violent Video Games and Children, and about Sonnet 128, and about Stephen King's "Last Rung on the Ladder". Is it at least a bit valid? (and I feel that you all can be a bit kind here, karma, people, KARMA!)

Fact is, readers, I'm turning old and boring, and the day that you'll realize, I'll be left here, with only a blog. No, actually, that's pretty much a lie, cause then I'll abandon the blog as well. So the blog will be left here, with nothing but old crap, and the occasional person stumbling in her by mistake looking for Sexy Germans in Lederhosen (and someone googling this term did indeed end up in my blog somehow). And it will die a sad death amongst endless loads of internet crap, what a destiny! I can always hope that you, readers, turn old and boring with me, and somehow find the old and boring crap I will write entertaining in your state of being old and boring. But I guess I shouldn't push my luck too far, I somehow suspect that it will come back biting me in the ass then.

Now, look what happens when a person writes just to write, so the blog does not end up hating me, and we'll always have a good relationship. A question just comes to mind, if a blog were to hate, would it hate most for occasional poopy blog posts, or no blog posts at all? I suppose it depends, if the poopy one kinda feeds it, I suppose it's just full and happy. So conclusion: A occasional poopy blog post is ok. (This is mostly to calm down my own mind when I wake up tomorrow and read all the crap I wrote yesterday, it's allright, Trolldis! Your blog is happy, that's aall that counts! Plus, if it is even poopier than you remember, you can always delete it.)

Now. That's enough crap for one evening. Once again, happy new year, and I hope not all new years resolutions went to hell already.

Shit. I'm getting old.

2010-12-28T23:15:00.001+01:00

I just had a great Christmas celebration in Northern Norway with my mother, my stepfather, my boyfriend and my oldest younger brother, and for the first time ever I met his son. This, of course led to my mother telling stories about what my brother and I did as kids, and at times this was indeed very funny.

My brother, when he was small, he was quite the flirt, or should we say perv? Once when we were in church, he cannot have been older than two years old. He impulsively kissed a stranger in the church, an old women that we didn't really know right on the mouth. She was totally flattered, and from that day on she always sent us flowers in Christmas. Some years later, he was probably around four, he flew for the first time. There were a couple of drunk guys sitting right next to us. Someone touched the stewardesses ass, as she turned to tell the drunk men to stop it, she saw my little brother, with a smile from ear to ear, staring at her in admiration, and she realized that the perv was a little bit younger this time. At this point she could not do other than laughing, saying that "well, you're starting early!". I bet stewardesses don't get felt up by kids every day...

I was the best big sister in the world, I pushed him down the concrete stairs, into a table, out of the bed. I took his bottle, drank all that was inside, and hit him in the head with it before giving it back. The number of stitches he had to sew cause of me is at least consisting of two digits.I would plan the crimes, I'd tell him what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Organized Child Crime to tha bone. I'd tell him how he would be able to steal as many cookies as possible, without leaving a trace. How he would be able to cover up the broken vase, that I broke, of course. I used the poor guy as my own, personal, loyal slave. One time our babysitter was talking in the phone, or something, and we decided to eat some. He fetched the ingredients, I was standing guard. Eating is not illegal, the way we prepared the food, however... It can be discussed whether mixing corn flakes, milk, sugar, and jam on the wall to wall carpet was a good idea. We would say yes, our parents were more on the no-side. I bet the carpet still stinks like rotten milk.

One Christmas, when we were both quite small, my mother was going outside for a few minutes, she told us to NOT play with the Christmas tree. We replied "yes muuum", and she went. What was the first thing we did? Make one guess. The sight awaiting my mother when returning was two children decorated with one Christmas tree. One could barely be seen, as the tree was covering him completely, while the other was shown partly. Kid number one screamed in full panic, while kid number two (being me, the evil one) had a very confusing, and even more guilty, look in its face.

At a certain age my brother had the bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night and watch telly, grab a bite, whatever he felt like.It is not a secret that this was not very popular among my parents. One night he woke up in the middle of the night to get something to eat. He snuck into the kitchen, cut a slice of bread, put on strawberry jam, and was about to eat as he heard our father wake up to go to the toilet. My father is rather bad tempered, so my brother did what he had to do to not get caught. In full panic he ran towards his room, realizing that he had to get rid of the evidence, so he threw the slice of bread the first and best place he found, namely in my fathers shoes. Bad tempered father + strawberry jam and slice of bread in shoe = damn hilarious, believe me.

Oh, the good old times.

Shit. I'm getting old.

Oh Shit!

2010-11-27T10:30:00.001+01:00

Something I just felt like sharing. Enjoy!

All the things you think you know...

2010-11-23T22:29:00.001+01:00

And here I thought North Korea was actually North of South Korea.

Fetched here

Thank God that the news cleared that up for me! :D

A treat

2010-11-22T19:02:00.001+01:00

A small treat for those of you eager to read something touching*, sad*, and beautiful*. It will take maximum 5 minutes of your time, and it is worth every minute. I am probably stating the obvious here, but you'll have to zoom when entering the link.

Click here

I cried*. Truth.

*Please note that this blog-post is written by someone totally over-sentimental, reactions may differ.

What I want for Christmas

2010-11-21T11:05:00.002+01:00

We (my boyfriend and I) just ordered tickets to Northern-Norway for Christmas! I'm almost dancing of happiness cause of several reasons, the biggest reason of all is that I'm meeting my mum again, yaay! When studying abroad it is quite limited how often I can do that, so it is indeed great. And last year I was in Germany, so no delicious Norwegian Christmas-food for me, double-yaay! (Don't get me wrong though, Germany in Christmas is gorgeous and lovely and great as well, but well, without my family..)

So, anyway, I've been thinking, and I found out what I want for Christmas. And this wish is indeed what I want the most, if I get it I do not need anything else (ok, lie. If you try to take the Norwegian Christmas-food from me, I swear to God/whatever is up there, that you will regret it) at all. So, ready? Unfortunately there is nobody who can actually make this wish come true, except for Mother Earth, and I don't think she's the kind to just give strangers what they want, so if anybody knows her.. Would you be so kind to ask her nicely? I'll give you money, hugs, I'll be your slave for a year, whatever you prefer.

So, what I want for Christmas, more than anything in the whole wide world, is this:

Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/walkadog/3389058334/

And I want it because I want my boyfriend to experience this fantastic phenomenon! So no, it is not for me, this is an unselfish wish (to a certain degree, I mean, it's not like I will sit inside and stare in the wall if I do indeed get my wish fulfilled.) and I cannot think about anything else that would make me more happy. Truth.

Please Mother Earth, please people who knows Mother Earth, grant me this wish. I was a good girl this year, and my boyfriend deserves it. Reason enough? I think so.

My boyfriend comes from Bavaria

2010-11-06T19:07:00.003+01:00

In the process of getting to know people, there are always certain questions that always turns up. A dialogue could be something like this...

Where are you from?
I'm from Norway

Why are you studying in Germany then?
(long answer, irrelevant for blog-post)

Where do you live?
(no, rapists out there, this info I will not give you)

Huh?? You live with your boyfriend?
Yes, I do.

How did you meet?
(long answer, irrelevant for blog-post)

Is he from Leipzig?
No, he is just studying here.

Where then?
He's from Bavaria.

Oh.......

Believe me, the "oh" is always followed by a very awkward, silent moment. And sure, I get it. Bavaria equals fat guys in Lederhosen drinking litres and litres of beer, right? Speaking a dialect of German that no Germans really understands. So, the guy who brought my heart, and therefore me, to Germany looks like this:

Picture from here.

This is why I understand the awkward, silent moment. Cause in the minds of whoever asked me the questions, thoughts are wandering around, and all of them officially declares me as crazy. I'll be the one with the stamp in the forehead saying "I left my home-country for a fat guy in Lederhosen".

So, it has come to a point where I always have to throw in a sentence after saying that he's from Bavaria. But he's not all weird! Really! I do not think anyone believes me. I actually think saying he's from Yemen would bring less reactions. Crazy.

Next time somebody asks, he's from Frankfurt : D You know, I'm a lazy soul, so this is strictly to save me from the argue, and the awkward moments. Who likes those anyway?

Have a nice evening :)

"How's your German"?

2010-10-26T22:00:00.002+02:00

When talking to friends and family from Norway there are always some questions that gets asked over and over again. How are you? How's uni? How do you like it in Germany? I'm fine, uni is awesome, and I love Germany. Then there's a last question. How's your German?. Not fine, not awesome, and certainly not lovable. So this question is harder to answer. Of course they are curious, how fast does it get better? Does it even get better at all?

Of course when living in Germany, you are forced to speak German in many situations, at the store, at the bakery, when buying food, etc, etc. I've learnt that with some simple phrases you come far. "Ist hier noch frei?", "Stimmt so", "Danke, Ihnen auch", or for the slightly more pushy Germans, and with these I mean the ones wandering around at the main-station inventing one crappy lie after another, to get a Euro or 100 from you. ("Ich brauche Geld, sodass ich meinen Frosch im Krankenhaus besuchen kann"). Be rough, people, be rough. "Von mir kriegst du nichts, verschwinde!".

Unfortunately (and yes, this is unfortunate) I have many opportunities to escape from German, after all I'm studying English, all the fellow-students are fully capable of understanding if I ask them questions in English. It would be better if I would use a huge sign in the forehead saying "Reden Sie auf keinen Fall Englisch mit mir!", so that I would be 100% forced to talk German, always. I guess this is a question of self-discipline, really.

I suppose I should try to answer the question though. My German is getting better, and it would get better whether I wanted it or not. It is impossible not to pick up words and phrases when you have German around you 24/7, and that is good. It's one of the main reasons why I'm here anyway. So I'm looking forward to see my own German bloom, I'm hoping that I'll speak German fluently by the time I'll have my bachelor. We'll see that in three years, won't we?

Guten Abend ^__^

I did not lie

2010-10-23T11:17:00.000+02:00

I tried to convince you last time that I'm still alive, and when posting soo rarely, I bet all my blog-posts will have to do that. Last time was 1,5 months ago, and in this big period of time, I might just has well been run over by a tractor, or eaten by a horde of bloodthirsty birds, you'll never know. But apart from perhaps feeeling half-dead cause of the amount of things to do at the university, I'm alive and kickin' like a frog on speed.

So, a lot of important, life-changing things happened since last time I said hello. I cut my nails at least 5 times, I bought a pair of new jeans, I cut off half my fingertip while making dinner. As you can see all these things are clearly very important matters that I will indeed think about when lying on my deathbed. Ok, back to reality. I live in Germany now. Yep, in the country of Bier and Lederhosen, (no, I'm not living in Bavaria, but they are funnier to make fun of anyway.). I live in gorgeous Leipzig, and loving it! The city is gorgeous, the university is gorgeous, and our apartment is gorgeous! Pictures will come (when I have time, a small Christmas-present perhaps?).

Maybe you forgive me for not writing often when you see all I've done? :) Moving, buying furniture, building the furniture that we've bought, fixing all kinds of official papers, fixing cable-tv (and this is for Kabel Deutschland: #%@(%& ))#&(!)! !!!!!), internet, electricity, and of course I had a lot of lost cuddling to do (and with this I won't be done before I have my bachelor..). So, just to convince you once more, I am alive, and I'll try to post more often here.

So, see you around, and hopefully before Christmas : D

Yes, she´s alive.

2010-09-03T08:47:00.000+02:00

Truth, though I understand that you can't quite believe it. I was kinda busy lately dealing with angry customers at work, and stressing. Alot. See, the last months was the months where I was constantly nervous about the future. Would Uni Leipzig accept me? And what on earth would I do if not?

But, ladies and gentlemen, I hereby announce that I am in Germany, searching for an apartment. So yes, they accepted me. (and I don't think I'll ever realize it). So now I can start worrying about what the hell I got myself into? Studies in German? My, my, my..... But, let's all suppose I will actually survive this, and that all the cosy Germans wont think that I'm something that is quite close to braindead.

Wish me luck! :-)

It's official - I rock

2010-07-20T22:09:00.000+02:00

In German, this is. You know the exams I took 6 weeks ago? German? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I got the result. And I am officially good in German, I can officially read, hear, write and talk German at a level that is needed to study in Germany. It's a number, on a paper, a number that tells whoever looks at this (and really, who does except from me, maybe parents, some friends I force it upon, and the Universities I apply to?) that I, yours truly, rock. Of course I wanted to blog about this the second I got to know it, but.. uhm.. I was busy, you know, partying all night, and soaking my brains out. (in a world where "party" means "sleep", and "soaking my brains out" means something like.. snoring. Yes, I know, I'm so graceful).

When someone now asks me if I "speak German" I can, with my hand on my heart, say yes. If this lil' bastard would doubt me I always have the diploma to shove in his/her/its face. Oh, the never-ending joy!

I rock this much:

LESEVERSTEHEN TDN 4 Kann geschriebene Texte aus dem studienbezogenen Alltag sowie Texte zu fächerübergreifenden wissenschaftlichen Themen, deren Struktur sich an der Allgemeinsprache orientiert, in ihrem Gesamtzusammenhang und in ihren Einzelheiten verstehen.

Oh yes!

HÖRVERSTEHEN TDN 4 Kann gesprochene Texte aus dem studienbezogenen Alltag sowie Texte zu fächerübergreifenden wissenschaftlichen Themen, deren Struktur sich an der Allgemeinsprache orientiert, in ihren wesentlichen Aussagen verstehen.

Uh-uhm!

SCHRIFTLICHER AUSDRUCK TDN 4 Kann sich in studienbezogenen Alltagssituationen (u. a. Bericht für Stipendiengeber) sowie im fächerübergreifenden wissenschaftlichen Kontext (u. a. Protokolle, Thesenpapiere) weitgehend zusammenhängend und strukturiert sowie weitgehend angemessen äußern; sprachliche Mängel beeinträchtigen das Textverständnis nicht.

Thaaat's right!

MÜNDLICHER AUSDRUCK TDN 4 Kann sich in studienbezogenen Alltagssituationen (u. a. Immatrikulation, Anmeldung zur Lehrveranstaltung) sowie im fächerübergreifenden wissenschaftlichen Kontext (u. a. gesellschaftspolitische Diskussionen) weitgehend situationsangemessen mündlich äußern, sprachliche Mängel beeinträchtigen die Kommunikation nicht.

Now, honestly, I bet you left the page before coming here, cause I'm so full of myself that the half would be plenty, but.. Let's say I am allowed to.. once.. a year? Deal? (twice a year if Universität Leipzig accepts me.)

Sounds like a plan? Hell, it's a plan. Have a great evening, everyone!

Not that big on shopping

2010-06-19T22:10:00.000+02:00

But sometimes a girl just gets drawn to a special piece of clothing, you know what I mean, nay?

Well, as you probably understood, this now happened to me. And I figured I'd share it with the rest of the world, somehow I'm not big on sharing, but this... it's too beautiful to keep to myself. Take a firm grip on your desk/chair/tree/whatever you find good, and look at this.

Ladies and transvestites, I give you...

Hood Thong!

How many times did you put on a thong and think "damn, why doesn't this thing have a hood on". Exactly, right? You can't even count. It's like God is a marvellous designer that sent us this gift from heaven. Thank you God.

Heartattack

2010-06-13T19:48:00.000+02:00

This weekend was the two-year anniversary with my boyfriend, it was yesterday, and it was the greatest day ever. This, cause my boyfriend flew in from Germany to meet me this weekend. However, it wasn't only red roses and [insert clichès]. I might have been put into more stress than I can handle in one weekend. It started on Friday, listen to this.

I wake up, shower, and go down to the living-room to watch some news before getting off to work. The first thing I hear, is that it will be strike in airports, some will close. Note that Friday was the day my love was flying in. So, as you can imagine, I get kinda stressed out. My love comes visit for our two-year anniversary weekend, and strike in the world of the planes. Woho! Day can't start better, or? Work goes rather slow, and I would lie if I said that I didn't think of it every second of the day. But, good news! As I come back and watch the news, it turns out that the airport he is flying to won't feel anything from this strike, so he's coming after all, ne?

Some hours later my boyfriend is going to the train-station in Germany, to get his cute ass to Berlin and the airport. I wait for an SMS confirming that he got on the train, and everything is good. My phone beeps, and I take up the phone already smiling, cause I knew he'd be getting closer every second. But no. The train was 80 minutes late. Eighty minutes! This would result in him probably not reaching the flight, and after crying my eyes out sending smses, receiving smses, I kinda gave up... It was too good to be true after all.

An SMS ticks in, and the crows in my tummy really hurt. But it's good news. Deutsche Bahn sets up a taxi to the airport (almost 200 km), and the chance that he'll reach it is a lot bigger than 10 seconds ago. So hope comes back, and I sit darned nervous for hours, until it finally ticks in that he reached it. Needless to say, it was never better getting to see him again.

Today, about 1 hour ago, he had to get to the airport nearby, so he could get back to Germany again. My aunt drives us to the airport, and before we come on the motorway, we see that the traffic is going awfully slow. In the roundabout before entering the motorway we observe that no traffic is moving. It's still, completely still. It was no way at all that we would get anywhere. So my aunt took another way, hoping it would matter. We were already running late, and the fact that the road was kinda not functioning didn't make it better. So we had to take a detour, my aunt even called "experts" to hear where we could drive to actually reach it. At a certain point we do arrive at the airport (not exactly early, I should add). I rushed my boyfriend to the security-check and really hoped everything would be fine. Some minutes later he sends me a text-message saying that he just reached it, they were about to close the gate.

I think both of us experienced more stress this weekend, than ever. Of course I don't care now that I was closer to heartattacks than ever before, since I had one of the best weekends in my life. It was worth all the worries, and all the stress. Maybe my heart begs to differ, luckily it can't type. Thank you to my boyfriend for being the veryvery best, and thank you to whatever is sitting in heaven and pointing with fingers, for giving us luck in the bad luck.

Now I really need to relax my head. Tudelu!

On my pink cloud

2010-06-08T18:58:00.001+02:00

Not metal, but black clouds are full of rain, and rain is shit. So I guess it will remain pink.

I did it, peeps! I fulfilled the TestDaF, I did it! And I did it with style... my own twisted one anyway. I cannot explain how good it feels now, and even though I thought I did really poopy on the oral part, I got a small comment that changed my mind.

The exam-guard, or whatever they are, started chit-chatting when I was done with the exam, and she really flattered me in so many ways. So she talked a lil about the test, that they look more if I understand things, and manage to ask questions, and form sentences, rather than picking out small mistakes, then she said out of nowhere, that "you grew up with German, right". I asked whooot, she said "your mother or father is German?". I was like nooo, and then she looked impressed, telling me that I did very good then. HELLO WORLD! A German woman thought I grew up with German around me all the time. How big is that compliment? Exactly, huge. So, see you around as soon as I landed from this cloud of mine, I'm afraid it's not that good internet connection up here!

Tudelu then!

Good mornin'

2010-06-01T06:50:00.000+02:00

Na, up for some of my stupidity? If not, then tudelu and see you later, if, then read the following:

To understand this, you need a look at my daily routines:

6.30             waking up
7.00             walking to bus
7.15             bus leaves

Na, after being in dreamland my eyes opened at XX.56. This would give me four minutes to get ready, before walking to the bus. As you can imagine, I was rather stressed out. I'm not the person that shows up too late for work, I just aint. So, with a incredible speed, and multitasking from heaven, I was out the door by XY.02. This was good, I would reach the bus now. But when finding out the current time, I had to double-check the clock, something just wasn't right.

And it was wrong, oh, so wrong. As you probably already predicted XX and XY is not, which I would prefer it 6 and 7. Rather.. 5 and 6. Ladies and gentlemen, today I "overslept" one hour too early. In a normal (lovely) world, I would have slept for half an hour longer, but look, I even write a blog before going to work! Kudos for getting ready in 6 minutes, though? I'm the speed-queen!

Have a great day everyone! I know the people I live with got the best start ever, bet they'll laugh the whole day. Ah, I love being the spreader of joy.

Upper age-limit for owning a cell-phone?

2010-05-31T21:19:00.000+02:00

People are weird. Just as easy as that, people are weird.

For those of you who doesn't know yet, I currently work in a call-centre for a Norwegian phone-company, one day more interesting than the next. This was the most interesting customer of the day:

Today I got a customer who was born in the 1920ies. Yes, truth. And this woman, she spoke to some other dude before, let's call him Alexander. The five first minutes of the conversation she really wanted to speak to this Alexander, I explained her no, but she kept on asking. Eventually I got to know her problem, so that I could help her. Ready?

Alexander had promised her an easy deal, he would order the phone for her, and it would come in the mail. She's an old woman, she wants everything served on a silver plate. Nothing more complicated than that. So he got her a phone, promising it would be easy for her, and she called in again cause it turned out it wasn't easy at all. This was her problems. "I got papers in the mail, there are so many, what do I do. There are codes on them, do I need to enter the code every time I turn on the phone?". (Warning: If you don't want to see the selfish side of me, then please skip the next lines. Thank you!). I came in a position where I had think hard, really hard, on what was easiest to explain. Was it a smart move to try to explain her that she could change the settings on her phone, so that she did no longer have to enter PIN, or would it be better if I... twisted the truth, and told her it's best that way, best with pin-codes. Her (lack of) technical abilities will shine later in this blog-post.

Problem number two "I got a small.. thing... I don't know where to put it.". This thing turned out to be a sim-card, ladies and gentlemen. Now, as I tried to go through the whole process together with her, it turns out she doesn't understand my dialect. She informs me of this first after I gave her the whole instruction. I talk slowly, and try again. But it's like she doesn't wanna understand.

I fastly find out how impossible it is to tell her how to do it. Impossible. I bet she didn't even know what's up or down on the phone, and don't even get me started on front vs back. So (without backthoughts, I promise, I promise!!) I explain her very slowly, and very clearly that she should take it to an electronic store, so they could show her.

I didn't get anywhere with this woman., to be honest. Eventually she just hung up, no matter how many times I tried to explain her (in an easy and understandable way) what to do, and how to do it. My condolences to who gets her next time. And good luck!

Upper age-limit for owning a cell-phone? Would make my job hellofalot easier, at least!

Go Lena!

2010-05-29T18:53:00.000+02:00

My dignity might disappear now, but it can be the same.

Eurovision Song Contest is today, and I am gonna vote for Lena, who I previously also blogged about. I dig her, and I really, really hope she wins.

So.. GO LENA!

Cause it fits

2010-05-24T15:10:00.001+02:00

It's totally like this in reality.

http://www.thedoghousediaries.com/?p=1764

Hello all

2010-05-22T16:30:00.000+02:00

The reason why I haven't blogged my ass off lately is firstly cause I happen to need my ass, but also because yours truly just started work. Truth, I am no longer a full-time bum, I am now working in a Call-centre for a Norwegian phone company, Tele2. No, not the one that calls out annoying the hell of people, not a phone-seller, I work in customer-service helping people with the problems they might have. And, even though I wouldn't think so before starting, I love the job. Well, so far it was more learning than doing, but I was out there taking phones, and I don't find it bad at all. One thing though, is that you need to learn so goddamn much! Some computer-programs are reaaaally bad.

Anyway, just wanted to poke you and say that I'm alive. So. Consider this text a poke.

I'm fed up

2010-05-14T12:24:00.005+02:00

Of trying the whole friggin' morning to try to get a "read more" thingie on my blogs. According to blogger it`s easy as pie, just press the button and wuhu.

Well, blogger, it ain`t working, and you're really playing with my small dash of last patience. So if anyone out there knows how to make this stupid thing work, please help me. Like, pretty please, you don't wanna see me angry, and one more failed attempt to make this &%%#=!! work will do just that.

Thanks in advance, and just so you know, it's the best for everyone.

Loved, forgotten and rediscovered #1

2010-05-13T15:15:00.007+02:00

Leverage! A Finnish band I found trough the singer, that also sings in Brother Firetribe. I found Brother Firetribe through the guitarist, that also plays in Nightwish. I was a person who adored Finland and Finnish music, and I went through lots of trouble to not miss anything good! In 06 I listened to this band very much, I pre-ordered their CD from Finland, and from the day I got it and out the year my heart kinda belonged to this band. Then, for some reason, I almost forgot everything about them, until the day before yesterday. And the love is back. I can`t believe I forgot about these!

Now, since I only know their first album, Tides, it`s hard for me to talk about their two other albums. I can tell you though that what I heard from the other ones are great too. Tides, however, is world-class!. And the cover-art is superb as well, no?

So I`m gonna give you some songs to listen to, just know that it`s not easy for me to not give every single song, cause it`s truly a superb album. Their genre is (according to last.fm, I suck with genres) heavy metal/hard rock/melodic metal, and I guess it`s defining it good.

Oh, and by the way, for those of you who have Spotify, here`s the link to the album! For the others, I`ll give you some lovely lil` youtube-links ;)

Aand first off, my favourite (probably, this is of course very rude to all the other good songs, since they kinda all deserves to be called that. Anyway, to the song now!). Stranger, it`s a slow and beautiful and powerful song. I like the lyrics, and I love the guitar-solo. Enjoy!

Superstition. Catchy, catchy, catchy.

Dreamworld, almost the definition of catchy. WOW!

Follow Down that River, and I am afraid, my friends, that catchy won`t do anymore. It's too weak. And I mean the term "catchy", not the song. This was meant to you with a bit less than average between your ears. Now enjoy.

Maybe this will do? Not that I'm tired of this or anything, I could recommend music the whole day, but either you like the band by now, or you hate it. If you like it a small visit to youtube will do its trick, if you hate it (which you should not), I am releasing you from your pain. Oh yes, I'm a giver.

Now, hope some of you at least liked it! :) Cause the band ain't getting as much attention as they should, really. So support, support!

BTW: When I was done I really realized that I should have shown Twilight Symphony as well, it rawks. Search it up on youtube if you are interested!

Spread your legs for take 1

2010-05-12T21:06:00.001+02:00

Like.. a year ago I wrote a blog-post about Programs that makes you want to attack the TV. Basically shows the most stupid TV-concepts out there, in my head at least. However today there's something on telly that might just be worse than what I mentioned there. (Yes, I know you can't believe that, but hear me out!)

So, I do not find the English name of these series, (edit: found it: One Born Every Minute) but it is about women giving birth. You`ve gotta be preeetty horny for PR if you are willing to show your face whilst pressing out a baby on international television? Spread your legs, put on a face that shows true pain, let the water go, and let`s roll!

The day I will give birth to my first-born (who will be totally adorable, of course) I can assure you that nobody would be let in. Like, except from the doctor, and other people who belongs in the birthroom with me. The last people I would let in would be a full TV-team with cameramen, soundmen, etc, etc who the hell would want a microphone in the face when almost dying of pain? Not to speak of a camera between their legs?

I`m sure you feel at your best with the sweat dripping, the face read like a the-most-red-thing-you-can-think-of, I chose tomato. I just don`t get it, it`s gotta be other ways to get your attention? Try to make a GIGANTIC cake in your hometown and get in the local newspaper? Take up some sport nobody knows of, and that you`ll be best in in no-time, that ought to get you some attention as well. Hell, even attack your neighbour! But being so desperate that you willingly let someone film you when pressing out a lil monster? I don`t get it, I just don`t get it.

Another thing that bothers me, just a bit, is that you are sending this on telly, for all I know your name even comes up there (which I really don't hope for the sake of the people), what about paedophiles watching telly drooling over your new-born baby planning a disgusting rape? Hm?

However, though. I have to admit I lied. I said it`d be worse than the series in the previous entry, but... the truth is.. nothing is worse than Paradise Hotel. And I am saying this with screams of pain and tomatofaced women in the background. That should prove a point!

A little help?

2010-05-11T17:17:00.000+02:00

I now am in a situation, that is.. rather stupid, if I might say so myself. The story is this: My pc died some weeks ago, and we delivered it for repair, since I am going to another part of the country rather soon, we discussed buying a mini-pc that I would have first, and then eventually my two small siblings would get it, as I got my old pc back, or we could do it so that I got the small pc. and my siblings got the big one. Nevertheless, we all counted on the pc being gone for months, as it always is. So, after a while, so yesterday, my dad bought this mini pc and brought it home to me. It`s an Acer Aspire 1410, and I really like it. It`s even got Windows 7 Home Premium, and it is adorable! It`s tiny, but not too tiny. What I really dislike with my old HP is that it`s huuuge and heavy, and everytime I have to take it somewhere I sigh loudly and get totally exhausted. What a monster.

Anyway, today, the day after he bought the mini-pc, my old pc is suddenly back from repair. And now I`m stuck with the choice, the new tiny, cute, adorable mini-pc (with Windows 7!:D) oor my good ol` HP? For those interested, the HP is called HP Pavillion Dv9000, and it`s 3 years old, and as new it was a pretty damn good pc, a pretty pricy one as well. It`s a widescreen, so basically a monster. But a monster that I got kinda found of.

The bad thing is, if I wanna play something, or edit photos, I understood that the mini-pc will suck and not be even a tiny bit good. But how often do I play? I can tell you that that aint often. And I am no pc expert, but pc experts always say, that using a mini-pc as your main pc can get kinda annoying? However, as I understood it this is a good mini-pc. Well, if anyone have good tips or strong opinions, please write, I really need advice here. God, what a luxury-problem, imagine the poor people in Africa that doesn`t even get food, and here I am complaining about having 2 PCs to chose between? Yep, I feel bad.

For the record: I travel more than the average person, I think, and therefore the small kinda appeals much to me. Imagine just fitting it in the purse. Sigh..

So, which would you chose?

Top five live

2010-05-11T12:15:00.000+02:00

So, figured I`d tell you all which bands you should almost kill to get to see, cause they are so incredibly awesome live that you go around in dreamlands for weeks (months? years) after the concert. When possible I`ll also add a little video next to, so, here it goes, five bands you should kill to see live. This will go in the rock/metal genre for now, so if you only listen to Lady Gaga and Jay Z you will not find much of interest here!

1) Primordial

I saw these 3 times, and every time it was like I died and went to heaven, it`s so damn intense you almost drop your jaw. The clip I show is probably my favourite song (hard to choose, thus the "probably") from my all time favourite concert. When Primordial played at the Hove festival here in Norway in 08. Enjoy Gallows Hymn!

2) Dornenreich

The difference between this band and Primordial, is that I adored Primordial with all my heart before the concerts. This band played together with another damn good band (Fjoergyn) and I was there indeed mostly for Fjoergyns sake, however, the second Dornenreich got on stage I got dragged in to another world, and didn`t come out again before weeks after, it was so intense, and so goddamn good! What made it even better was that the concert was very intimate, if I`d want to I could bend foward and touch every single member of the band. Not that I would want to, but.. Shows how intimate it was, and it just made the experience better. Oh, how I wish that there would be decent live-clips on youtube, so I could show everyone how great they are live, but unfortunately there is not. Check out the DVD, though, if you get the opportunity ;) Here you go tho, a half-crappy clip of Jagd!

3) Volbeat

Yet another band that I barely knew when attending the concert, but they did their thing, and damn did they do it good! They had me from the first tone, til the last, and then even a bit longer. They rock your damn pants off! Here, Sad Man`s Tongue live at Wacken 09 :)

4) Audrey Horne

This Norwegian hard rock/post-grunge band, probably unknown for many, really, really rocks live. Saw them four times, and I was never disappointed. So, really, if you get the chance to see them do me a small favour (and it`s really mostly for yourself, kinda, go, go!). Unfortunately I`ll have to give you a kinda crappy video, but it`s better than nuthin. Sweet Taste of Revenge, ladies and gentlemen!

5) Fjoergyn

I love this band very much, and there is nothing bad to say about their live-shows. Also among the greatest shows I attended is their concert at Ragnarök 6, the one in 09. They were actually totally awesome both times I saw them. Gotta love 'em! This is not their best song, in my ears, but it`s pretty damn good anyway. Ich sah den Himmel weinen, enjoy! :)

Now, I really hope this blog-post made sense, and that you`ll drag your lil` butt to a concert if any of these bands plays anywhere near you. Cause you won`t regret it, not even a second. Unless you are a person who of course hates this kind of music, in that case I do not even understand why you kept reading :D And please note, that a small video cannot even compare to how good the bands really are live. Keep that in mind ;)

So.. tudelu ^^

Dignity aside: ESC

2010-05-03T16:48:00.001+02:00

This program is indeed, embarrassing, it is indeed silly, and the music is indeed utterly crap. However, it does entertain, and I do usually watch it (and as the very trve metal-head I am, I of course always cleanse my head with Mayhem and Gorgoroth afterwords, believe it if you want), and have my favourites, and very, very, very many of whatever you call the opposite of favourites.

Most people usually want their country to win, but seriously, Norway, with this singer? Forget it. There are many things that screams against sending this dude to the final, let me sum it up for you.

1) He`s called Didrik. I mean.. come on.
2) The song is called My Heart is Yours. Yet again, come on.
3) Look at the guy!
4) DIDRIK!? I just had to mention the name twice.

The biggest reason, of course, to take the big warning is his song, such crap will never win. And one more thing, how many songs did he copy in there? I totally heard the start before, in some other song. Pf.

Moving on!

Luckily some countries actually knows what good music sounds like, and the country who really made it best this time, in my ears, is Germany. (No, not just cause I`m a huge Germany-freak, I promise) The girl is totally adorable, happy, and awesome on stage, and the song is catchy, catchy, catchy. I remember walking in München some days after she won USFO (German casting show that found the singer to preform in Oslo), and I bet I heard 20 different people hum on the melody, it sticks to your brain like the image of your hot boyfriend/girlfriend/pick-your-favourite naked, and it`s catchy! She`ll get my vote for sure! This is is it, so enjoy :)

Now, that`s enough ESC for today. Maybe I`ll come back later, though I doubt that, cause Germany is the only song I really like. Heh, heh.

Well, tudelu then :)

Ach du scheiße

2010-04-30T17:40:00.000+02:00

Today I did something creepy, something that makes me soso nervous, and something that can no longer be undone (well, in theory I bet it can be undone, but the 175 euros I payed will not be undone, and that would be a massive waste of money). So, let`s cut to the case. I signed up for TestDaF, Test Deutsch als Fremdsprache, so basically a Germanexam for the level B2/C1. A test where I will be tested in my understanding of hearing, reading, where I will talk, and where I will write a longer text. This will happen in June, and I`m pretty damn nervous already. Not too worried about the reading and hearing-part, but talking kinda freaks me out. And it`s so hard to get yourself to practise alone, with your self (anyone wanna practise with me, yes, yes?), but I guess(/hope) that I will feel the exam constantly breathing in my neck reminding me to do something!

Tomorrow I`m gonna partheey with friends, and we`re gonna try to make coctails, will be interesting. And I really have something to celebrate, listen to this..

I got work! Someone hired me, I got a job, a real job! Me! A JOB! Starting 18th of May in a customer-service place for a phonecompany, so a callcenter basically. Oh man, I can`t wait, will be awesome! Moving then, to a place where it`s 15 minutes to an airport, and 5 Euros to fly to Berlin. Am I happy? Hell yeees! I am so sorry to not translate this expression, but.

HÆLA I TAKET!!

Now, I`ll go do something for my future. At least I like to think that it`s good for me to watch German drama-series, haha.

Rise of the mutant-teletubbies

2010-04-28T19:38:00.003+02:00

Remember our old dear friends, the o' so lovely teletubbies?

I know, you thought you never had to see them again? I`m sorry to announce that they are coming back, and they are no longer just four, but a number, that is too big to even count. (Yes, it really breaks my heart)

You already know how they look, but let me say that they are now in more colors, and they are occuring a lot more often. I do not know how they managed to get so many in such a short time, and I guess it will always remain a mystery. I guess only teletubbies commiting incest on each other can result in such kids.

I am truly, truly sorry to bring this message, but I feel that it is my duty, as a blogger, to warn all my fellow blogger-friends from this. And also to give a small message: After encountering a huge teletubby, now named OnePiece, it is not a shame to search therapy, it is not. Sometimes a person has too big problems to deal with them on his own. And then there are people, who helps you through it, that is what they are there for. In these crazy situations, where mutant-teletubbies spread all over the world, is among those situations where there will always be extra crisis-help out there. Do not be afraid to search help! Promise!

I, myself, have a hard time having to watch huge mutant-teletubbies wherever I go, it`s so damn morbid! What you see today when you go out the doors, it`s brutal, and I do not want my kids to grow up to this, neither the old teletubbies, nor the new teletubbies. Especially not the new, dear God, if you are out there, will you please make the world a better place?

I just love spoilers

2010-04-18T20:14:00.000+02:00

Yesterday the finale of the German version of Idol, Deutschland sucht den Superstar, aired. And I was totally exited, of course. Somehow got a sucker for it in a way, so yes. Waited til it was online, and then I stremed it free on RTLs pages, and I loved it. It was in three parts, first I watch one part, theeen the other, and the third one, with the results and whatnot, I put it on not sniffing what`s around the next corner.

I`m putting a screenshot here, so you know what I talk about:

Oh, lookie. A banner with the winner on, spoiler MUCH?! And this banner, you put right under the stream of the finale, how stupid is it possible to be? I mean, people watching that clip obviously doesn`t know who won yet? Oh, RTL... Not your smartest move. And thank you for spoiling the big moment for me.. At least the right one won.*

* Mehrzad Marashi, search on youtube if interested :)

The cutest commercial ever?

2010-04-18T16:56:00.002+02:00

I would say yes.

DONT IGNORE THIS REQUEST!

2010-04-17T14:28:00.000+02:00

I told you before about stupid MySpace friend-requests. This one beats the other one, maybe.

WE ARE [BAND NAME]! DONT IGNORE THIS REQUEST. WE SENT IT PERSONAL! CHECK OUT OUR NEW SONG [SONG NAME]!!! FEEL FREE TO GIVE FEEDBACK!

Oh yes, I`m sure this was sent personal, and that you did not send it to thousands of other people as well. Caps-lock is also a turn-off, so I didn`t even bother to listen to the music of this band. If you`re good that`s great for you, but try a new strategy when it comes to recruiting fans, ne? Btw, noticed how nice I was not giving away the name of the band, thus not dissing them? Oh yes, that`s just me. I`m a giver.

Ok, so..

2010-04-13T10:40:00.000+02:00

Back in Norway! And I just had my first job-interview ever. How was it? Actually not that bad, the woman interviewing me was so nice, makes everything easier. So if things goes as I want I`ll soon have a job! Oh my, imagine! Let`s hope I made a good impression :)

If I get this job I`ll move to southern Norway, and I`ll live 15 minutes away from an airport. An airport that has routes also from Ryanair, which is perfect. Then I fly to Berlin for less money than I pay to get to Oslo. I`m talking 10€. Would be totally awesome. Please cross your fingers for me :)

Just a small whatever to show people that my blog is not dead. :)

Tudelidu ^^

German easter

2010-04-04T14:04:00.000+02:00

First of all: Frohe Ostern! :D

Just for funsies, my boyfriend hid chocolateeggs all over the apartment, to make me get a small feel of being a kid in Germany in easter.. That sounds weird, but so be it. I basically pursued him into hide them, cause I wanted to see how funny it is. And it was, I don`t think I laughed this much in ages. Maybe you`ll also laugh when you imagine me jumping, crawling and up-side-down looking for chocolate eggs.

The best hidingplace EVER for the eggs. I totally laughed my ass off. Tho, I found it back later, and I`m happy to announce that I still posess an ass, so.

I`m glad I found the eggs before they decided to drive off:

He also hid an egg hanging from the ceiling in a tape, and one behind the ear of some plush-bunny, plus, plus. Oh, the joy. I have to do this every year :D

Series for me?

2010-04-03T20:01:00.001+02:00

One pretty good reason to watch How I met your Mother. It rawks. I could say that I`d stop spamming you with it, but it might just be a lie.

Give it a chance and you won`t regret it ^^

Also, if anyone out there has some ideas for good series, then please give me tips :) I already saw and loved How I met Your Mother, Scrubs, Six Feet Under, Sopranos, Sex and the City, Pastewka (and for the love of God, if you understand German than just search it up on myspass.de and WATCH it, cause it`s so funny you can`t even imagine), Cougar Town, LOST, and multiple CSI series, Cold Case, The Closer, Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, Simpsons, House.. So no sense in reccomending those :)

To make the time pass

2010-04-02T14:56:00.000+02:00

The other day, just to make time pass, I had some fun with google. I googled my name together with the name of friends and boyfriend, to see which results came up. Many results were obvious, and just plain boring, God knows how many time I ended up in the taxlists (and.. I will never ever get the point of those. It`s plain stupid and just that.) but one result was kinda interesting. This site came up when I googled the name of me and my boyfriend together.

Girl baby names beginning on the letter T. Fact is.. Both my name and my boyfriends name is there. As you can probably guess, I might have teased him a little bit (you know as well as I, that this is not true).

Oh, and Eva, if you read this, when googling our names together a bunch of sites comes up showing people with the name "Eva Thordis" or "Thordis Eva". I`ve been thinking, and the only two excuses that can be used from the parents is. 1) "We were drunk", or 2) "We think it sounded nice". As all of you see, it has to be excuse one, cause excuse two... come on, it just doesn`t work.

EDIT: When I googled it again it turns out that also a "boy baby names beginning on the letter T" show up. And also turns out that both of our names are there.......

Why this tiny writing you ask? Well.. make a guess.

Pleasure meets guilty pleasure

2010-04-01T15:56:00.002+02:00

But obviously Marco in one of my all time favourite bands, Nightwish, was in the Finnish version of a choir-program-thingie.

I found this out through the apriljoke of Nightwish, and to be quite honest it`s awesome. And one time, he, and what seems to be two other choirs presented Lady GaGa´s Bad Romance. This is cool cause I actually like Lady GaGa. And that one of my all-time favourite singers sings it. It`s cool, really.. But still.. somehow very wrong. Hanyway, enjoy!

Some other team actually did Amaranth.. It`s not too bad really:

Marco`s team again, doing Dsjengis Khan? How awesome is that? Ps: Look at the hat.

Ok, to prevent this blogpost from getting 1 km long, I made a choise to not embed more videos, so if you find this interesting simply clich here for We Are the Champions, and here for Like a Virgin. This whole Marco-in-Finnish-tv-as-a-choir-leader thing might be totally old news, but I still find it awesome. So.. Enjoy :)

Hihihi

2010-04-01T15:28:00.000+02:00

Just sharing some humor:

You shouldn`t have.

2010-03-26T12:50:00.005+01:00

You shouldn`t have visited this blog, cause you`ll get jealous fo` sure.

Today weathergods brings it`s very best, and they also did yesterday, so yesterday I spent the day outside.It was 21 degrees and t-shirt-weather. Really. And we walked in the park and took pictures, and then we sat down in one of these:

http://mittagstisch-ka.de/uploads/venezia_aussen.jpg

To consume one of these:

http://www.eiscafe-bolina.de/highligh/amarena.jpg

And it was delicious!

Easter is soon in Germany, and when easter comes to Germany the Germans really knows how to decorate like Gods.

Don`t you just love them? Gosh, I went around in the shopping-centre saying "aww" and posing with the bunnies and the chicken. Of course those photos won`t be uploaded here due to .. you know.. dignity.

Enjoy : D Gosh, I never had this relationship to Easter before Germany. But I.. totally.. love it. The pictures that doesn`t include links are mine :)

Tudelu ^^

Design

2010-03-23T20:37:00.000+01:00

I got questions about how I made the design on my blog, I used this. Had some fun, edited abit in photoshop and that`s it :)

Of course everytime I said I, I meant my boyfriend, cause I didn`t do anything.

A small present

2010-03-20T19:34:00.001+01:00

Unfortunatley the present is just for my Norwegian readers, given the fact that this cannot be translated.

So pretty many years ago I made my fist email account, maybe it was even just the second or third, I don`t know, and it is not of importance. What is important is that I was young. Let`s say around 14. As I today logged on to this old mail, just to check, sometimes something useful comes there, it turns out I sent some crap out to my contacts, spam. Some shit happened to my account that I don`t know what was, so while trying to find out how to stop this, and how to change password, I come to my profile. Remember what I said, it`s OLD, I was FOURTEEN. Now, sorry to all of you who don`t understand Norwegian. From here on you won`t understand a shit, but you can imagine Trolldis as fourteen, ps: imagine at own risk, I won`t take the blame for images that hunts you.

PROFIL:

NAVN:
Kall meg Susanne, du... ;D ;D

OM MEG:
Hår : Brunt m striper
Auge : Brun, Grønn og Blå
Høgde : Ca. 1,60 (ell lavde?)

Jau! Om meg.. tja..:P Eg e morsom veffal;DD e no d folk seie..:) Mn.. Viss d e noke du v vite, so e da berre å ta kontakt vettø:D øh..... "Alkohol løser ingen problemer, men det gjør ikke melk heller;)" "Det er bedre å drite på seg en gang iblant, enn å eksplodere av forstoppelse..:P" "Bombing for peace, is like fu*king for virginity!"

YRKE:
Skule..:P Yess liksom... :P

INTERESSER:
På TV'n: C.S.I. oxo diverse komedieserier..
I Magen: Pizza, Moussaka, Junk Food, Taco, og MASSE snop!:P
I stereoen: Nightwiiiish..:D
Sitte på dass!!:P

Tilbake til virkeligheten: Når ein lese sånt veit ein ikkje heilt om ein skal le eller grine, eg, for min del, lo so eg grein. Erre MULIG liksom? Vel, alt eg kan sei er at eg er glad those days are over, og eg håpar dokke fekk dokke ein liten latter, eller headdesk, alt etter som. Vel, no må eg gå og bearbeide mine ungdomsår, og prøve og gjer det på ein måte som ikkje gjer så veldig vondt. Tudelidu, og ha ein fin kveld vidare, om det framleis er mulig...

How I met your Mother

2010-03-19T11:59:00.001+01:00

So lately I`ve really got addicted to this series called "How I met your mother".

Now, as my boyfriend repeatedly tried to make me watch the series with him, this is is what I replied. Some quotes.

"Come on, it`s childish and stupid."
"Never in my life, it`s for fourteenyearolds with crappy humour."
"Seriously, one of the actors from American Pie plays there, it`s gotta suck."
"A dad telling his kids how he met their mother? Please, how can that possibly be good?"

Now I have swallow every word I said there, every single one. And, as a creature with pride and dignity it`s not necessarily tasting that good, you know. My own words is definitely not on the list of my favourite dishes.

However one good thing did come out of this, the lovely series did. Now, it took me about one episode to love it, and two to get addicted. I just totally dig the characters, the humour, the everything really, and the story is cool (yes, it is cool, it might sound crappy.. but it`s cool. I promise)

So the year is 2030 and Ted is telling his son and daughter the story about how he met their mother. The story starts in 2005 (I think, or 04, or.. who cares) and we hear about his everyday, his adventures, his crazy, his relationships and his.. everything. We also get the stories of his good friends Barney, Lily, Marshall and Robin. All with their own, unique and very lovable personalities.

And his 2030-Ted is telling the story, so now and then you get his 2030 voice over it, which sometimes really gives it a very very funny touch. I wish it`d be easier to make the series seem great with a single blog-post, but guess it`s not. Guess you`ll just have to see it yourselves. You all see what I thought of the series when just hearing of it, so.

I`ve been looking for some funny clips to capture you all for a couple of minutes (lie, alot longer) and I couldn`t really find anything very great, however I felt I had to have something, so here you go, a trailer for the first season:

I hope that maybe somewhere deep inside you there is a small monster, or .. pff, whatever you`d prefer to be deep inside you, knight, something, that actually wants to watch the series cause actually somehow this thing inside you saw that even if I make it seem poopy, it`s not.

Give 'em 3 episodes and they`ve got you. If you still hate it I'll get you an ice-cream, or a banana, whatever you prefer.

Tudelu ^^

Ta-da

2010-03-18T16:37:00.002+01:00

A new design on my blog! Not 100% there yet, but soon. Which, by the way, I will take around zero credit for. I guess it`s no secret that my boyfriend is alot better on this than I am, so thanks alooot to you :) Got kinda nice, didn`t it? I like it. Kinda very white. Almost like metal-Trolldis went.. boyband-Trolldis? Achwell, I too, as everyone else has a side that`s not black. (Guess this already came up when I was blogging about Lady GaGa? Dignity, where did you go?).

Soo I hope y'all will keep reading my blog, and that the whiteness aint burning your eyes.

I guess I can just fill you in on my last week. Went to the movies, for example. Saw Shutter Island, which was kinda crazy. Good-crazy, bad-crazy? I think I land on good-crazy, cause it was not a bad film. Completely sick, but not bad :) Worth watching? Well.. I guess so. Pst, ladies and gentlemen, this here is the reason why I`ll never become a movie-reviewer. Just, yeah.

I was in Munich yesterday, taking a daytrip with my sunshine, and good for us he wasn`t the only sunshine yesterday, cause the weather was.. legend - wait for eeet - dary.( I guess How I met your Mother jokes aint working that good written, on a blog. Hm.Oh, about that, watch How I met your Mother, it rocks:). Let`s say that the temperature was two digits, on the plus-side. Oh the warmth! So how did I find Munich?

Olympiapark - much dogshit, simply. One sad thing in life is that when writing "much" on a blog, how can someone know how much it really was? I`ll try to describe it with more words. You have to watch every step, every single step, not to step in a dogpoop. If you don`t watch, you step in one. I bet I stepped in like 20 yesterday, even though I did watch. Did you get now just how much dogpoop it was? Good, then I continue.

The city in itself was nice, of course, nice buildings, went inside a church, Frauenkirche, also very lovely. And very huge, holy moly! I`m not religious, but some churches are simply stunning, this was one of them. So I liked the city :) I would still say Frankfurt is nicer, and Leipzig. But not bad, really not bad. And just to make some fun of Bayrisch: Bayrisch sounds funny. When the whoever-drives-the-subway says something out loud, you just sit there "what the fuck did he just say?". Even my boyfriend, who`s FROM Bavaria sat like that, totally not understandable. Not at all.

I`m glad I wasn`t there alone, the main station was totally messy and not easy to understand, I could go wild there anyday. But other than that, lovely :)

The three hours in train seemed like nothing when I could look at the lovely nature, and the gorgeous houses. I wanna live in one of these "when I grow up". Dreamhouses!!

They are probably pricy. If I win the lotteries, and a pretty solid amount the first thing I buy will be one of these lovely thingies. The beauty!

So I guess I`m done blabbing about everything and nothing now, so now tudelu and have a nice day and stuffies :)

+++Testing+++

2010-03-18T14:14:00.002+01:00

This blog may look funny for a while. Testing and updating the layout. Thanks for your patience. :)

Since last time..

2010-03-11T11:57:00.000+01:00

So, I haven`t been so active on the blog-front lately. There`s some good reasons for that, for example boyfriend, Germany, boyfriend.. And some gaming. I`m guessing the family of my boyfriend doesn't wanna play Monopoly with me anymore. (Yes, I tend to win. And also - when I don`t I tend to be... let`s say ... a tiny, tiny bit grumpy. It`s a small piece of the truth at least.). Other than that I've been losing in Civilization IV and in UNO, and.. in other games. And I`ve been shopping and trying to learn better German. Seems the last part is a problem when I am afaid to open my mouth, but it's going the right way :)

Other than thaaat I was to the movies, watching this very cool German film called Friendship. It's about a couple of dudes from DDR going to USA for the first time after the Berlin wall fell.. I liked it :) And sometime in the future (next week or so) we`re planning a trip to Munich or something like that, would be cool.

And oh, our lovely dog had to take an operation (stood between that and putting her to sleep forever). Get well you lil` charming thing!

Look, she`s even adorable when looking like a lamp:

Gonna go back to playing and stuff, so tudelu, have a nice day ^^

A lil' laugh

2010-03-05T12:52:00.000+01:00

I'm sick of the cold

2010-02-22T18:28:00.002+01:00

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 ^__^

Think!

2010-02-22T18:13:00.000+01:00

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 :)

Love your hair before it leaves

2010-02-21T20:43:00.007+01:00

Some commercials are damn good, I think this one is:

There's something... cute?.. about it. Dig it : )

God hates me

2010-02-20T18:06:00.001+01:00

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?!

Touched

2010-02-20T17:23:00.000+01:00

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?

G`night

2010-02-18T00:50:00.002+01:00

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!

I am no racist, not really

2010-02-16T10:32:00.001+01:00

But I`m starting to understand people who are. After reading about one sick case after another I ask myself "would a non-muslim ever do this"?.

In Germany a while ago there was a woman, a Muslim, that chose to live the German lifestyle, she threw her hijab and made German friends. For this very reason her father hired her brother to kill her, and he did alright. Her face could no longer be recognized, cause of all they did to her. They took a knife and molested her face so badly that it was no longer possible to recognize her, and why? She had, and I quote, "ruined the honor of the family".

There`s also been plenty of "honor-murders" in Norway, probably everywhere in the world, way too often. How did they even get it into their heads that this is a good thing? So many people of this religion does this, cold-blooded they slaughter a member of their own family. How did they even get into their heads that this is an honorable thing to do?!

In Norway there has been some demonstrations lately, cause Dagbladet chose to post some caricatures of Mohammed. Why do people even bother anymore? Were they buried underground last time someone did it, did they go back underground when the Danish man who did it last time almost got murdered? Or do they simply want to piss people off? Now that this is out, I find the reactions just as stupid.

A spokesman in the demonstration said, and referred to a case in Somalia where a man was stoned to death for being gay, that he got the punishment he deserved and that it`s the standpoint every Muslim is forced upon. He also said that gays have to be killed. I`m noticing that my despise of religion slowly comes back. Forced upon.These sick meanings, and crazy standpoints. How can they justify murder on their own family, how can they kill their own daughter, and that to have your honor intact? How can there not be huge, red letters all over what they do saying "right" or "wrong" like a person with sense sees the difference between those two?

Their religion. They are all brainwashed, their morals are twisted, their sight of things are twisted. Killing is right, integrating is wrong. Killing is right, choosing is wrong. In how many cases can for example a Muslim girl in a western country decide for herself nowadays? Who she wants to marry, who she wants to bond with, friendship or more. How she wants to live. And this without living in any danger of getting killed by her own father?

"Don`t draw Mohammed, but by all means, kill your daughter if she takes of her hijab, and you should at least kill homos". I don`t get it.

This is in no way meant anti-Muslim, I am sure there are many great Muslims out there, however, many of these things are just too sick. Where is the line between right and wrong? Why is the line for so many so damn stupid placed? Is there a line, or do they make it up along the way? I don`t get it. All this crap cause of religion.

http://www.dagbladet.no/2010/02/16/nyheter/innenriks/homofili/islam/10420702/
http://www.rights.no/publisher/publisher.asp?id=47&tekstid=1188

If mr.Bean would be in Avatar he would look like this

2010-02-15T17:27:00.000+01:00

I don`t think I`ll ever stop laughing. Become a fan on Facebook.

Naziregime

2010-02-15T00:33:00.001+01:00

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?

Our style up north..

2010-02-14T18:52:00.000+01:00

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.

When you thought it was bad from before

2010-02-12T20:00:00.000+01:00

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.

This is how your day gets ruined

2010-02-12T12:15:00.000+01:00

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!

Just so you know

2010-02-08T18:25:00.000+01:00

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 :)

My brothers new boxer is a real partyhit

2010-02-03T17:03:00.001+01:00

When I get a baby...

2010-02-02T20:57:00.002+01:00

However my baby will like real metal. The pacifer, however.. I`ll be forced to buy!

Pathetic people on online communities

2010-01-31T23:54:00.000+01:00

Why can't people contact people without thinking...

a) sex
b) commercial
c) on themselves

On an online community why can't someone take contact simply cause they want to get to know you, cause they think you seem nice, or cause you share the same interests. Why can't people contact people to make new friends?

On Nettby, an online community in Norway I scoop through my mailbox. And one of twenty is a friendly person who's simply interested in who I am, and interested in making friends. One of twenty! The most of the others is there for sex and pervyness obviously. Every single mail is sent by a backthought.

Today this guy who could seem cosy contacted me, as I read the first sentence that is. Then he starts talking about himself, what he does, and that I should check out his work. So pure commercial, and just commercial.

"Hi, nice music taste. Check out my pictures, I am a photographer, I would advice you to check out these and these first, they are my best ones. Byyeee".

However I must admit that I prefer commercial over pervydudes lookin' for some pantydancing. And there's also these that makes me laugh by sending a message to me, allthough it stands on my profile that I'm taken, and not interested in getting to know people for those reasons.

"Hi, are you interested in a serious relationship?".

Sure, lets jump right in it! These ones are clearly desperate (and even more clearly saying that just to get some good stuff). They ask me, out from one picture on my profile, if I want a serious relationship. Firstly.. For all they know I'm a rapist, or I eat babies. Or I like it when someone pee on me. I might have a killer grandma who calls me with threats every single night, and I might also have a penis. Hell, I might be lesbian. But na, sure, you wouldn't mind, right? Let's get in a serious relationship. Now.

.. oh, wait, I wrote a firstly, guess there should be a secondly aswell.. Secondly: How desperate are you?

Quote-wise this is a hit aswell:

"You are so beautiful, I like you very much"

Read comments about previous quote (babyeater, grandmakiller, those things). And desperation. And.. Yes, I'm stating the obvious. Next!

There's also this third type of people that contacts you. The type that just without any common interests, any common.. anything really, writes you a couple of mails asking how you are and what you're doing. And then adding you as a friend, and never ever ever ever speaking with you again. Of course they seem like popular dudes or dudettes when they have 200 "friends" plusplus on an online community that they don't even know a bit. Get a life!

I went AWWWW

2010-01-29T14:52:00.003+01:00

These kindof babies drags out the babylover in the darkest, most brutal metalheads. I'm sure.

(action from 2.00 and out)

Omg, aww!

Who said babies weren't metal? :P

Metalhead justifying listening to Lady GaGa

2010-01-26T19:30:00.000+01:00

Lately I've been feeling this very embarrasing need to listen to Lady GaGa. Since I have a rumour and a life, and an image, and some dignity this isn't really something I say out aloud. Until I found God, and got a reason to listen to this kinda music. Now I can of course lie and say that I just listen to these metalized versions. And then perhaps I do sit left with some dignity. Perhaps.

Dignity left? Pretty please?

If I promise to put on Mayhem laters and scream with the lyrics and headbang so hard that all the braincells that makes me listen to Lady GaGa dies?

You're an angel, really.

The Ugliest Dog in Norway

2010-01-25T18:26:00.001+01:00

A competition has been running in VG, a Norwegian newspaper, where readers sends in pictures of dogs they find ugly, and the jury and readers decide which should get the glorious title of "The Ugliest Dog in Norway".

This dog won:

The one and ugly thing I can find in this whole situation, is to hold a contest like that. Mabye I should host a "Norways ugliest person" contest and see how popular that is. Or the "ugliest journalist in Norway", "ugliest soul in Norway?". "Ugliest newspaper", congrats to VG, must be such an honour.

Look in the eyes of the dog and tell me it's ugly, please do.

Now, a big applaud to the people with so tragic life that they host such a contest. AND a bigger one til the owners of the dogs that they themselves look at as so ugly that they should be given the title "the ugliest dog in Norway.". Now, if the owner of this dog really find it so repulsive I'll take it. I usually prefer dogs with hair, but doesn't really matter!

I'll be back later with my "ugliest person in Norway" competition. Actually I won't, see, I have a life.

Wrinkly Bohlen

2010-01-25T00:12:00.000+01:00

Sometimes (understatement) I'm bored, and therefore I find it entertaining to check blogcounter to find out what people searched to get to my blog. Sometimes what I read is kinda entertaining, so I figured, what the hell, why not share it? Here ye` go!

* Dieter Bohlen wrinkles

I kinda don't know what you''re expecting to find. Maybe it's a fetish, and you want to see some lovely picture showing his wrinkles? I'm sorry mr. Dieter fan-whicheversexyouare, you can''t find it here.

* ass licking

The day I start a pornblog I promise you'll be the first one to know. Maybe I'll even be nice to the searcher above here, and find some really lovely Dieter shots. Just to make you happy. Sigh, what a joy it is to make people happy.

* ape foreldre (en: monkey parents)

This is just.. weird. Grab a banana.

* asslicking videos in Deutschland

Check answer for ass licking keyword. And by all means, the day I start a pornblog I'll do it in German.I'll find a Heinz and a Helga and every (perv) person out there will be happy. I'll be their little pervy sunshine.

* cold toesies

Now this one just put a smile on my face, and the smile got bigger when I go to google and the FIRST result to come when you google that, is my blog. What a true honour. Cold toesis and my blog, hand in hand (/toe in toe? Am I being silly. Ok, stopping).

* manties panties

I find this funny cause it rhymes. I know, so 10-year-old.

* dornenreich gay

At the moment you are living in danger. If I find you I'll kick you in the nuts so you won't be able to reproduce. Ever. And after that I'll really torture you. We're talkin 24 hours techno, the same song. Over, and over, and over, and over, and over. After that I'll see how gay you find Dornenreich.

Oh yes, and just cause I like making people happy:

I hope the mength of wrinkles is satisfying, and that you are not all too disappointed that he's wearing clothes. Without a personal meeting with Dieter this is about what I can do.

A very cosy friend request

2010-01-22T00:46:00.002+01:00

As a myspace-user I get tons of friend requests every week, mostly spam crap from rappers and stuff (take one glance at my profile, and you understand that they are obviously just spammin, why would I add a "Mr cool yo mama is hot 100 cent dude" when I obviously listen to metal?). And I deny as good as 100% of them. Unless it is a really good band (happened) or someone I actually know. Hovewer, today one came that I didn't deny. Some grim black metal band sending this message along with the request:

NO STEREOTYPE. NO HUMAN MOTIONS. DEATH. COLDNESS. DESTRUCTION. DARKNESS. Join our alliance!

And it's not cause it appeals to me in any way - I listen to metal, but I'm not that into no emotion, death, whatever, it's not cosy. I only didn't deny this one.. cause it's so damn hilarious?! On a sad day I'll just log quickly on to myspace and watch the blackmetal faces next to this very cute message.. and my day will be good again. Sometimes they kinda really embarrass themselves. Ahwell, at least it's entertaining.

I'll give the band this though, their music was kinda good. And I am not dissing them, not really. Just sometimes the whole mask the blackmetalbands put on. It's... Well.. Stupid.

G'night now ^^

Christmas in Germany

2010-01-21T15:40:00.004+01:00

Note: I am embarrassed over coming with this now. Really.

So, finally I got out of my lazyplace and got started on this. I've had the intention from before christmas somewhen, and lookie. We're soon in February! NEVERTHELESS. Here, check out how amazing christmas in Germany is. Of course I can just give you a small idea over how nice it really is. Warning: This will contain many pictures.

I'm gonna start with pictures from Weihnachtsmarkt (so the christmasmarket) in Leipzig. Enjoy!

This here is the biggest christmas-calendar in the world! :D

And this is a very small taste of all the temptations that meets you.

I have never in my life felt the same temptation. If I had not gotten an apple, I am afraid I would go crazy and scream loud. I would have lied on the ground and bashed my hands and feet til the ground. Eventually I would die of not getting enough air. And my boyfriend would struggle the rest of his life with traumas. Luckily for everyone I got an apple.

There were stands with everything you can imagine, nutcrackers, christmasdecorations, homemade candles. The smell was like I died and came to heaven. There were stands with nothing but huge gingerbreadhearts with cute messages written inside. Like "I love you sooooo much", and "I fetch you a star from the heaven".

Here you go!

A small part of the Weihnachtsmarkt was a middleage market, it looked awesomely cool. You really got the feeling that you were in the middle age.

Next to booths with cute things, there were also kinda weird things. New toiletbrush for christmas, anyone?

Just to make sure that I post this, and don't leave it as draft for ever and ever I'm gonna make this part one of.. dunno. But I'll continue somewhen else in another part :)

Enjoy!

PS: I am very aware of the senile looking blogpost. Why the writing turns against me, and takes a shit all over my blog to make it look like crap, I do not know. I will try to do something with it. Somewhen. Mabye after dinner.. but maybe not.

Pretty darn stupid..

2010-01-18T18:47:00.000+01:00

...iPhone-apps

I don't know how many times I came over some iPhone app that made me wanna hit my head in the wall, more than 10 times, for sure. Alot more than the apps I show here, I'll just write shortly about some apps that reeeaaaallly made me wanna hit my head in the wall. The more of them I write, the more the wall calls for my head, therefore I'll keep it few.. for now.

iDie

Wanna know when you probably will die? Then this is the application for you! Keep track on your probable deathday, wherever, whenever!

Fart Piano

An application that plays you notes.. in fart-sounds. Congrats on making the worst applicaton in the world, whoever you are that made it.

I Am Rich

When you thought the previous application was the stupidest ever... here comes I Am Rich! THIS application costs 1000 dollars, and the only thing you get is a diamond on the screen to "remind you that you are rich enough to buy a 1000 dollar app". 8 people bought this before the iPhone-app-store removed it. Is there really a worse way of using money?... I think not.

Sim Stapler

When writing about this I'm just gonna quote what the sellers (I think) wrote about it:

The first true office equipment simulator!

The first true office equipment simulator, SimStapler© brings all of the thrill and excitement of a “real” stapler right to the palm of your hand.

It has been said that it is humanity’s imagination that sets us apart from the beasts of the field. Now, your children can learn to be more human by imagining they are stapling two sheets of paper together, with SimStapler©

You get the idea, or? Senseless.

That's it for now, if I write more I will hurt myself. Stay tuned for upcoming parts of "Pretty Darn Stupid!" :D

Hello world!

2010-01-14T18:19:00.001+01:00

It's incredible how isolated you feel without internet. Now I've had three days without, and I guess the only reason I survived was through crappy internet on my phone, where I could chat abit on msn, and mostly just that. But it's not that easy to get around without internet. Firstly, when you're curious about weather, news and those thing, you can just remain curious, or make sure to reach the daily weather-and newsreports at a certain time on telly. Another thing is that when you wanna know bustimes, ferrytimes or things like it, you just.. can't. In my case I had to ask a friend to check it and then send me an sms with the times on. It worked, but iiisolateed!

A third thing is that internet clearly stands for a big percentage of my day. So when it was away it took some time for me to realize just that. Original plan: chatting with boyfriend. So I had to replace the plan with something else. After alot of thinking I thought I could catch up with some German series.. online. Plan in garbage. But I could always read abit about... ah, na, online, plan cancelled. When I finally found something to do, watch some series that was on my harddisc, I got kinda happy and plant my butt gooood in the sofa, and prepare to start season 1 of How I Met Your Mother. But no, something screwed up with the codec in media player, so I can't watch it, actually, I can't watch one single episode of one single series on my harddisc. And for watching that, I need another player. So yes, plan cancelled - and of course I couldn't go through with it before internet was back. But I got through it somehow, and I can happily announce that I'm still alive.

So now, I feel a great pleasure to say hello to the world once more - it feels like it's been forever.

Ich bin wieder!

2010-01-07T14:34:00.000+01:00

Ja, genau. Hier bin ich. In Norwegen. Nimmer in Deutschland. And that's the German you get today, if I do more I'm sure to do some embarrasing mistake, and some German will visit this blog and die inside. And then die outside, and I end up being a killer. Enough about that.

The second trip to Berlin airport was sucessful, and I actually arrived. With my luck the latest days I wouldn`t have be surprised if I`d have booked a flight for the sixth of January 2011. So in fact, I was one year and one day to early, not just one day. It went fine, I should stop writing stupid nonsense now.

Christmas and newyear in Germany was fantastic, of course mostly because I got to spend it with my love. With him I could celebrate christmas and newyear anywhere. But the German christmastraditions, the lovely, lovely Weihnachtsmarkt - I can`t describe it with words somehow. I`ll give you pictures as soon as I bother. Maybe laters, maybe tomorrow, maybe.. who knows? I don`t.

Much of the christmas went to playing cards, playing UNO, playing Activity, and laughing my ass of when doing all these things. I also took lovely walks outside in the snow, and played funny games on pc. I had a great time, as simple as that. It's not the last year I celebrate christmas in Germany, that's for sure.

I promise pictures will come :)

I`ve never felt more stupid

2010-01-05T16:46:00.000+01:00

Nor, annoyed.. And angry? Hm. Yes, maybe.

Today is the day I've been dreading for three weeks, leaving Germany. So of course yesterday was dedicated to.. crying and.. crying, and then some more of that. I pack, and today I wake up early to reach trains and get my ass to Berlin, so that I can fly back to Norway.

I take the tearful farewell with schatzi, and I`m off to 3,5 hours with train. Went fine, and I arrive in one piece at the airport. I go to the checkin, and put my papers on the counter. After the dude in the counter watched the papers and me sometimes, he said that it's the fifth of January today. I agreed, why should I argue on the date. "Yes?", I said. He pointed at my papers showing me something that made me feel kinda... well, yes, crap. My travel was the sixth. How can I do that wrong? How is it even possible? I called my boyfriend starting with exactly these words "this is so embarrasing". And it was. We decided that it's best if I go back, that would be another 3,5 hours of train. What else could I do, really? I jumped on the first train and went back to him. And here I am now, feeling so, so stupid. Wishing that I'd notice before! Imagine what pleasure, noticing yesterday that I have not one, but two more days here. Hmf. The pleasure wasn`t overwhelming on the airport.

At least I learnt a lesson. Doublecheck. Ten times. Minimum.

Just a tiny, tiny..

2010-01-01T09:23:00.000+01:00

wish for a happy new year :)Or should we take the German version? Guten Rutsch? :P Or even "Gesundes neues jahr?". Healthy new year?:D Do I have bad humor, or does it really sound kinda funny? Maybe it´s lame, sorry, I´m tired.

I will come with some kinda 2009-whatevers, but I´m not actually swimming in time, so it will come.. sometime. Til then! Tudelidu!

OnePiece strikes again

2009-12-26T12:28:00.002+01:00

My previous entry about this OnePiece crap.

So some days ago I get this sms, where it says I got a 400 krone gift certificate on ONEPIECE.no. My first reaction is anger, actually. And that cause I am so fucking sick of smses from "russ.no" by now! Stop spamming me already? Please? God, I wish I never registered on that stupid side, it has caused me so much anger. Spam here, spam there, it registers me on friggin weliveintokyo.com , where they as well, give away all my personal details, adress, phonenumbers, full name? I can´t log in there, so I can´t delete the profile I never made? I can´t delete my user from russ.no, just "deactivate", and that doesn´t prevent them from annoying the ass off me. Best thing is that I never was a russ* at all.

*Russ is some Norwegian crap, if you´re really curious of what it is, then ask.

Well, after being angry, and wanting to walk over to russ.no to burn down their locals I figured I could just as well have some major fun with either buying a OnePiece and burning it, or cutting it up into many pieces, or boiling it in tomatosoup and then afterwords feed it to birds. Details wasn´t clear yet, but something like that. Would feel daaaamn good. So I press the link to the disgusting site, and that for the last time in my life. Ideas are going through my head. Cutting off one and one piece and doing grotesque things with every single one. Take photos of it and publish on my blog.

Then I enter the site with the different OnePiece-thingies, one uglier than the other, when I realize just why they would give out 400 NOK gift certificates on this site. That is indeed, cause it won´t pay a shit in the big picture, these OnePiece shits are so expensive you could afford an iPod for the same price. And that is true. The "cheapest" one costs 1300 NOK. That equals 155€ and 224$. The most expencive one is almost 2000 NOK. In € that is 240, and in $ that´s 345. For babyclothes for adult. Some people must have nothing to use money on, seriously. How did this crap become trend again, tell me?

I thought I had no hate left, after seing OnePiece for the first time. But OnePiece surprised me once more, it seems. The only thing that could overrrun my hate for OnePiece was OnePiece itself. Congrats!

Cold toesies means one thing!

2009-12-24T15:34:00.000+01:00

In theory that one thing would be that I should put on some socks, but nevertheless. Christmas! A white christmas! In Germany! Means that this is the first year throughout my life that christmastraditions are broken. Not in front of the tv watching disney classics, no Norwegian christmasfood, no nothing like that. But it's christmas nevertheless, and a cosy one :) Weihnachtsmarkt is among the cosiest .. thing?.. I`ve visited, photos will be uploaded whenever I am not in a hurry, and whenever I am not too lazy to connect the camera and blablabla. I just wanted somehow to wish mah readers a merry, merry christmas! :) Now I'll go crush honeypie and his family in UNO : D Have a great, day everyone. May all your wishes come true!^^

Am I alive?

2009-12-16T14:33:00.000+01:00

I think so. I might be wrong. Was I drunk yesterday? Why is my mouth all dry, if I wouldn`t remember anything from yesterday that`d be a fair guess, bloody drunk, but no. Just awake all night, and not because I chose to.

What kind of luck is that? I had two flights that had to go, at ok times. The first one was delayed, but what did I care? It made my 6 hours in Oslo to five hours in Oslo. I was ok with that. I buy a book, read, make the time pass fast, I`m really glad, not stressed (unusual), and ready as an egg to jump on the flight to Berlin and scoop further to my final destination, where I would be at around 12 in the evening. It would become a damn long day, but what did I care? I was prepared for that, right?

Everything changes when I notice that the flight to Berlin is 45 minutes delayed. Normally it wouldn't kill anyone, just one small detail made it crucial this time. I wouldn't reach the last train. I'd have to sleepover at Berlin airport, and I was not ready for that in any way. What I was ready for was my boyfriend, and a bed, neither of which would be there at Berlin airport with me. I'd be there with a suitcase to guard, a backpack to guard and a hell of a lot on my mind - like my boyfriend and a bed. Sooo, any of the people who knows me care to take a guess of what happened? I am not the most calm person when it comes to these things, hell, I checked trainroutes weeks in advance so I'd know where to go off, when to go off, what's the enddestinations of the trains I'm following, what are their numbers, etc. I want to know how things goes, what happens when, I need to have a plan. My plan was stepped on and thrown in the toilet. I went over the factors that was indeed the truth. I would be stuck at Berlin airport, I would have no way to get to Leipzig before the next morning, taxi is out of the question (I don't even wanna think about how pricy), walking is out of the question. There are no options, none at all. Soo, the frustration starts boiling inside me, I have to calm really much down to not have some kinda sick breakdown in front of all the other passangers who are most likely just as pissed as I for coming late to Berlin. I managed it aswell. But not with gracefulness, but with anger, sadness and rude, rude behaviour. There was maybe still a small window where I'd reach a train, perhaps. However hopeless it is to hope for luck, that's what I could do. That, of course, was just until the flight gets even more delayed, and this time with no hope - none whatsoever - of reaching a train.

I went over the facts again. What the hell is the point of this again?! What could I do? I could go on the flight, coming out in Berlin, hoping that the airport would indeed be open 24/7, so I wouldn't get raped and killed on top of everything.

And then, as an angel from high, high, high - very high - higher - you get the picture - above: My boyfriend, who had used the time where I yelled at him, and everone other that I was in contact with, to do some research, what could he possibly do to get me out of this mess, and this hell of having to spend the night at the airport all alone in a foreign country? He checked whether it was possible for him to come, and the trainroutes said yes. So he was willing to come there and spend the whole night in Berlin with me, putting everything else aside. Who cared if he had to go to uni just right after we came home - and then without any sleep the whole night? Seemes he didn't. Hurray, hurray, I was saved. No rapes this time!

I boarded to Berlin, flew to Berlin, landed in Berlin (note: 1 hour and 20 minutes after route), and got my luggage. Hasted some to get to buy traintickets, cause we decided we'd rather hang at Hauptbahnhof than at the airport. I come to the trainticket-thingie and said where I wanted to go. B - E - R - L - I - N. Hauptbahnhof? the ticketthingie asked. Easy as pie, I thought, pressing the "Hauptbahnhof" button and got to the payment. 2,50€ I had to pay, and I had no cash. I used my Visa then, assuming it'd work. But no. "This card cannot be used". Frick, frick, frick, I thought trying to think what I could do. Time was passing all the time, and I really had to get this damn ticket out. Then I see the second angel from high - high - you get the idea - above for the evening, an ATM, hurray, hurray. I approach it and take out 20 euros, then I have some extra as well. I go back to the ticketthingie putting the 20 euro note inside, but it doesn't take long time before it comes out, and the screen tells me that the money is too big. Mother of all that is holy!! What day is this, I start to wonder? I am actually so annoyed that I get back to the atm trying to take out 5 euros more, so that the stupid moneyeater would get the money served the way he liked it most. Like last time I went to the ATM, I didn't even have time to think about that this probably was the most expensive ATM in Germany to be taking out money with a Norwegian Visa card. God knows how much percentage they take of the amounts I take out. Nevertheless, of course that ain't working either, 5€ is too low. COME ON! 10€? Nope, the ugly machine in front of me tells me clearly that I can't do that either. Too low. SO, for the xth time this day I go through the situation in my head. The ticketthingie won't accept my card, it won't accept my cash, and I don't have a EC card like most Germans have. Am I at an airport or am I not? Shouldn't this be easy for tourists? The senile solution was like it was, I couldn't do anything. So what could I do?

As I saw it it was.. well. One option. Stop some random person asking if they could change my 20 into smaller. A tiny problem is that my one solution didn't actually appeal to me. I don't actually love doing those things, especially not in Germany, on German. But after thinking for some seconds I kinda realized that that was all I could do, until I saw the third angel of the day (not that I would call the ATM an angel after it was treating me like an ass, but.. fine, the third thing that for me appeared like an angel - at that time). A small kiosk nicely placed in the corner there. So I figured the dude working in the kiosk at the airport, had to know enough English to be able to understand me when I wanted to change my 20 into two tens. I go to the kiosk, wait, wait, wait. I understand enough German to read the sign over the counter. No changing. That's when I really wondered if I came to hell, of if I did land in Berlin like planned? I kept my head cold and pretended like I wanted to buy things from the start on. I looked fastly around on the temptations he sold, and decided that a small drink was ok. And with that, I got exactly the money I needed, to buy that damn ticket finally! And this train I did reach. I went off at the right place, and met my love. At that point I saw that it really didn't matter if I didn't get even one minute of shuteye throughout the night. We were together, that was what mattered.

So I got a small Berlin sightseeing in the middle of the night, and it was cosy really. Brandenburger Tor does look good in the night, so does the parliament :) And I will forever be greatful for McDonalds thats open all around the clock. And the entertaining people sleeping in the weirdest positions you can imagine. And most of all my boyfriend, of course! What could have become the worst night of my life, actually got quite cosy in the end.

And what does one sleepless day matter when there's plenty of others to take from? I'm in lovely Germany now, Leipzig is white, and today I'm gonna go absolutely crazy on Weihnachtsmarkt. It will be nice, and I'm looking so much forward to it! Now, if you excuse me I have some sleeping to do... a 26-hour travel without sleep kindof makes you tired!

This is tasteful

2009-12-11T21:55:00.001+01:00

I wrote that with irony. The last thing this is, is tasteful. I am 100% honest when I say that I'd rather be seen butt naked in public, than to be seen in this;

And since this is "trend" now, I guess I get many people angry with even writing this. Guess that's too bad for me. If you wanna defense this over-sized baby-outfit (also with diaper-look) then go ahead, though. Guess I'll have my fun ;) But if you really are in a position where you really want to defend it.. then my condolences.

Cu-hu-hu-hu-huuuute

2009-12-10T16:30:00.000+01:00

Our lovely dog Hope has this one ring-tone that makes here incredibly ... crazy is the correct word, I guess. She runs around like a wacko, barking, "singing", trying to hide, well.. and whatnot. It's really funny, and I figured I'd share it with you guys. Enjoy :)

I really don't know what's up with her, maybe it's irritating to her (in that case it'd be rude of me to find it cute, and to post it here on my blog) but I find it so funny that I chose to anyway. If you're wodering what she's doing towards the end, cause it's crappy quality and crappy filming, she's trying to hide between my brothers legs... :P

Some people..

2009-12-09T16:45:00.001+01:00

I just found this game on Facebook that I've started playing. This is the result of too much boredom, and that only. Uno. And there's nothing wrong with Uno, by all means I DIG uno. But this application still is.. nje.

It's given me a great deal of fun, especially when I win, but my major problem with this application is simply that people use even this as a place to flirt. It is a small chat there where the four people in the game (all selected randomly from all around the world) can communicate.Another thing is that you can send "gifts" to other people, a rose, a kiss, a thumb-up and so on.

This is how it's often looking. The game starts, some of the people in the game starts saying hello - nothing wrong about that. Two second laters a dude in the game, lets call him Robert S, starts sending kisses to the girls in the game. The girls go all "ohh, thanks Robert!!", and send him something back. He goes "no problem, you are beautiful". And they let themselves get charmed by this Robert, who out of one tiny ass picture can find out that these girls are "beautiful". They tell him back, that he looks handsome, and then the game is on. And no, I wish I was talking about the uno-game, but I'm not. They start continue flirting, discussing how they can chat elsewise, yahoo messenger, aim. I bet the game hasn't even gone for 15 seconds before people add each other as friends on facebook. I eventually wonder if I'm even playing Uno, or if Uno is the name of some stupid flirt-website on internet. So this Robert sends me a kiss aswell, I figured I`d send him a "high five" or whatever for funsies. That's all the contact in the world I had with Robert S, and supposed it would be the last one. The game finally comes to an end, and I figured that was enough for the day, enough pathetic people trying to get in other pathetic peoples pants. What is the world coming to? Is even UNO a flirt platform now, please.

I thought would get my peace, when I see that Robert S added me on Facebook. I figured I'd add him, for funsies and funsies only, saying what he had to say. He started with hi, I said hi back, and the very first question he asked was "What do you think of my facebookprofile". I didn't know what he meant, not completely, but I had my ideas. "I guess it looks ok", I said, "but for me all facebook profiles look the same, should I look for something special?". Then he asked me "any ideas for improvement?". OOOook, I thought, improvements on a Facebook-profile? Now it was simply turning obvious for me that he was fishing for compliments, but I wouldn't give it. "Improvements for a Facebook-profile?", I asked, "well, I guess they look dull boring whatever you do, but if you figure something out, then make sure to tell me!". I knew very well what he was after. And, there it came "how about the photos, any improvements there?". I asked him if he meant photos of him, and of course he did. I also said "I guess they look fine".Then he asks me if I want him to pose in a special way, or do something, wear something". I figured I'd delete this guy at once, so I said bye and pressed delete. Is the world filled with just self-centered buttcracks?

Obviously what he wanted me to say was that "your profile is great, the pictures of you are so sexy and I want you, should we be naked on cam you sexy monster, rawr!!". Obviously the fact that I'm taken wouldn't matter.. Men are pigs (with exceptions, yes honey, I'm talking about you). But.. women aint necessarily better, I saw how they basically lie themselves on a table telling everyone to take a bite. Oh, sorry, am I being full of prejudice now? Of course I'm not talking about all, just very many. And imagine me getting this in my head right now after a innocent game of Uno.Incredible...

Sleeping beauty

2009-12-05T13:55:00.001+01:00

I go so far as to call myself sleeping tonight "sleeping beauty", of course it doesn't match, not even a bit. Snoring and drooling, face looking like I'm a pig, a cow, or what do I know. Clearly as far away as a "beauty" that is possible. HOWEVER, compared to how I looked when I woke up, I must have looked great asleep. Or maybe not even, somewhere the looks of what met me from the mirror in the morning must have.. gotten there somehow, I guess gradually throughout the night. NEVERTHELESS, sleeping beauty it is now.

When I woke up I felt my eye didn't want to open, I had to use all the power you could imagine just to get it up, and as I did, it was just.. a tiny, tiny opening where I could see through, and clearly? No. To watch clearly I have to use my fingers to force my eye open.

I didn't use the mirror before I walked out to meet the rest of the family though, and the look on their faces told me what I suspected. I do really look like a monster. Their eyes, big and surprised, and their silence when they stared at me.. I could just as well have had three eyes (which in fact, I would prefer). "Just spill it, I look like crap, don't I?". They didn't wanna say it - vocally - but they didn't have to.

"I guess you don't wanna come with us shopping, then", mum asked - more stated. I guess she was right. My cute lil' brother suggested that I could use sunglasses. But monster or not - I'm not gonna sink that low. Sunglasses in December? Please.

And this, 10 minutes of.. endless staring and endless silence, I decided that I should probably take a look in the mirror. Maybe it wasn't that bad - I could always hope. I knew that the struggle I went through to keep my eyes open wasn't for nothing. So I approach the mirror, and, sure enough. No friggin way I'm showing my face outside the house today, I might have been the reason for crashes, serious traffic accidents. Kids screaming, losing their sleep for a month from today - after all this was a walking evidence that trolls does exist. Falls, breaking feet, hands, getting bruises on asses. I simply wouldn't be good for the environment - not today.

I'll give you an idea, watch at your own risk.

I would like it if for once, the picture could show how big the damage really is, but it's mildened. Guess that's whats best for my readers aswell. Just so you know - my other eye aint perfect either, but I'm not complaining. At least it works.

A kinda fun fact is that this is the first picture of myself that I ever publish on my blog. I am not photogenic, but I can tell you that this aint my best shot. If it wouldn't be a strong insult to every korean out there, I'd say that my fucked up eye looks kinda korean - but, since I find koreans very pretty, I wouldn't wanna insult them like that. It's totally undeserved!

A small thing that annoys me though. Why do I always get these sick facial-changes always abit before I go to Germany?! When I go to Germany I'm supposed to look like a princess for my price - but no. Last time I got a strong allergic reaction about a week before I went to Germany. I still had rashes all over my face when I arrived, how lovely, And now, my eye doesn't really look like an eye anymore, if an eye, then an eye that went though a dreadful fight to a famous boxer, an eye that got filled with poisonous liquids when I was asleep, an eye that survived an attempt of getting torn out of the eyehole. Not the eye of a princess. Let's all pray that I do look like a person again within ten days. The rash that I also got now (probably due to an allergic reaction again) can also say tudelu and dissappear from my life - and if I get really lucky - take the pimples to join the travel.

I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens to my eye. I hope I didn't give any of you sleepless nights because of the picture - I promise I won't come chase you or eat you or anything.

Fail

2009-12-04T23:31:00.002+01:00

Today I was at the store, and as I was passing the department with books ++, I see this dude on the front page of a magazine. Some of you might know, I'm not his biggest fan.

I go "Juck", and for my own weird satisfaction I grab the magazine and turn his face towards the wall. I got a veery satisfied smile on my face, until I realized what was on the back.

It's like a nightmare! He's everywhere! And as you can understand, my satisfaction really got a brutal and fast ending... :P

Ps: Sorry for crappy pictures

Cold toesies, red eyes and backpains

2009-12-04T14:26:00.000+01:00

And hours of that, many hours. After that, though, I'm done with the third book in the Twilight series, Eclipse. There's definitely a disadvantage in having to read it on pc-screen, for example the fact that I can't sit anywhere, I can't sit comfortable, and there's just something very cosy in holding a book on your lap, curling together in the best chair in the house and sitting there.

When you're desperate you're desperate, though, and to read these books in the speed I prefer, reading it on pdf will need to do. What's with me also, is that when I've picked up a book I like, I don't stop that easily, so I needed altogether two evenings on this book. And I did like it (even though Jakob.. sigh..) : ) Now I can't wait to start the next one! A part of me wants to save it, but a very big part knows that that simply won't work. So I'm running out of Twilight. Ouff, I'll need to read sth else after, any ideas or tips? Stieg Larsson books would maybe be a very good idea....

Btw, it's 20 days til christmas, can you believe it?
And 11 days til Germany, I can't believe that ^^

There's this christmassong I really love

2009-12-02T23:25:00.000+01:00

And of course I don't know the name, the artist, not even the lyrics. What do you do then?

I google "christmas songs" and hope for luck. As you can guess - the luck wasn't really there. How on earth do I find a song knowing just one thing, and that is that it's got a catchy refrain?

I try the same on youtube. I search "christmas songs" simply. I can't really claim that luck was with me there either. Oh luck, where art thou?

I ask in the house.. my mum, her dude, I don't see the point in asking my siblings, so why bother, eh? Of course you can already understand that I don't come far with "there's this really cool christmassong I'm looking for, it's... got a kinda catchy refrain". It could just as well be good ol' Rudolph then, I guess that song's catchy too. I go to google again, trying, trying, googling abit different words with the same essence. And eventually I realize that scooping through spotify playlists that some random Joe or Jane around in the world made, would maybe do the trick. And I try, I look, I look, I listen and listen.. did I find the song?

YES! God bless google! And.. spotify playlists for that matter, and.. the random person out there who put this song in their spotify playlists.. and the Pogues, and Fairytale of New York!

Followed by a big grin that looks like the one on my face when I found the song.. the song I adore.

Grin: :D

Song:

Perfect snow, and then some more.....

2009-12-01T18:55:00.000+01:00

Today the weathergods has been nice to me, to.. more people than just me, I guess, but I was pleased. The snow, so beautiful, covering all, everything. (unless you're really picky looking under the car that stood there for weeks, or unless you move some snow and point "hah!" to get me wrong, so don't take it that serious). And it's beautiful, this kindof snow warms my heart (if it'd have direct contact though, it wouldn't be the case. du'h. I've gotta stop with these stupid comments now). It's the kind that's clearly gonna lie for a while, now you can make snowmen, snowangles, and snowballs. It shapes in your hands, it gives this lovely sound when you walk on it. I've missed that. Now this has been going on for some days though, probably maybe a week. But still it's special today, cause of the mengths, and cause of the date. Today is the first of December! The start of the journey from today til christmas, it's always been special :) Now we've of course also filled the house with oranges, chocolate, apple and cinnamon tea (which puts me in the christmasmood at least, and tastes divine), and other things that's bringing my christmasmood stronger and stronger out. I ate my first clementine of the year the day before yesterday, and it was perfect. With perfect I mean perfect. Sometimes you really hit bad ones, but perfect. And (you'll call me weird now) I also sniffed cinnamon next to, lovely christmas-y smell. Oh, joy. Two weeks from now I'm approaching lovely Deutschland again, and it'll be interesting and exiting and nice to celebrate christmas there :)

I've gotten my interest in reading back, and it's nice. It kinda kills much unecassary boring dead-time. I don't know if I.. dare to admit that I'm kindof getting a Twilight addict (but not a fangirl). Well, I just did, so congrats to me. I saw the movie some.. dunno, a month ago perhaps, and it didn't catch me. I would rather watch another movie the evening it was put on, and it so happened to be that I was just watching it in the corner of my eye as I was knitting socks. So I didn't think more about it, what's so nice about vampires anyway, I thought. I find it a bit silly - maybe more found it a bit silly - so my enthusiasm wasn't bubbling.

Then some weeks later I met my friend in Oslo, and I complained about dead-time, she happened to have Twilight in her purse, and she shoved it in my face friendly, and said I could read it. I was kinda sceptical, but I figured it was better than nothing, so I accepted and brought it with me.Weeks went, and last wednesday my sister told me to start reading, cause I was complaining partly over having nothing to do. I did so, and it didn't take me that long to get captured. Stephenie Meyer is without doubt a good writer, and it just got better and better. I was done by saturday, and then of course very eager for more. Sunday I'd gotten my hands on the second book, and yesterday evening I was done. Now even more eager for more, luckily I also have the two next books available, and by the end of the week I'm guessing I'm done, if not before, I'm having big problems with putting it away.... And I'm very ready to see New Moon now? It's good or? The first book I find much better than the movie, my favourite scene in the book aint in the movie. WHY OH WHY?

I love you

You are my life now

<3

(just to make it perfectly clear to my friends, and to my boyfriend (especially) and to any randomers who might enter this blog. I am not a fangirl. Really.)

So I got caught too, actually I would never believe that. But it's so nice and romantic, that I guess any girl would get all shaky in their feet by reading this. (exept when Jakob comes, I don't like Jakob, Jakob is an idiot. Jakob can go to bed, Bella belongs to Edward) (remember what I said, I am not a fangirl, not.)

Looking forward now to starting the next book, hope Jakob will drown and die. But I guess he won't :( (don't even think the thought, no.)

Enough now, if I contine I guess I'll need stronger methods to convince you guys that I'm not a fangirl. (which I'm not)

Really, I aint.

Goodbye now.

Tnaw.

2009-11-28T21:01:00.000+01:00

No comment needed.

There is no pictures in this blog-post

2009-11-26T19:47:00.001+01:00

As you see, I lied. Since I'm guessing my blog-readers are FED UP with pictures I felt that I did what I had to to stick to my readers. Mean? ........ Let's not go there.

These photos are all taken today. The first one I uploaded here for one reason and one reason only. Do you see the heart-cloud? I think it's charming and cute, and therefore.. Yes. The other one is from the lovely nortnerh light that's dancing all over the sky today. Northern light is so, so, so, so, so, so, so damn beautiful that there aren't words. Sigh..

So, back in Norway!

2009-11-25T18:29:00.000+01:00

I'll sum it up shortly. How was Germany? Great, like always. I feel even more connected to the country than I was before, and that's not saying nuthin'. The "home"-feeling is stronger in Germany than here in Norway, why can't it be easier to just go there, get a decent job, and everyone is happy (well, maybe not eeveryone, but I'd be damn happy!). Sigh, bla. Boh, breh. Hmz.

The weather was lovely all the time, some places in Germany had up to 21 degrees during the two weeks I was there. Where I was it was mostly around 13 degrees I think! So very mild. If I would get a memoryloss or if I'd become dement, and come back into those temperatures I would never guess it was friggin November! But I like it, snow and cold doesn't have to come before in December if you ask me!

Otherwise I used the two weeks to chill, windowshop and drool all over the christmasdecorations that they were putting up. Of course I spent alot of qualitytime with my love, which is the main reason why I'm in Germany at the first place!. I was also being very tourist some days. It's fun! Here's a HDR I made of a crematory there. (I'm not morbid or anything, it just looks lovely)

That's a small image of my tourism-days there. Not much more to say about the stay, just that I can't wait to go back! Today it is 20 days til that, so not long, not long :) And then I altso get to experience WEIHNACHTSMARKT!! God, can't wait. I saw before I left all the lovely decorations they put up, and it frustrated me from day one that I'd leave the day weihnachtsmarkt opened :( At least I'll see it in December. Three times hurray? ... one ought to do it. Hurray!

How was the trip home? What do ye think, waking up half past five travelling the whooole day. First having to take trains from Leipzig to Berlin, change two times, then checking in, flying to Norway, waiting for hours, flying home, waiting for bus, two hour bus, one hour waiting, half an hour car, and finally I can breathe out. Went ok, though. All I needed was a phone with Facebook and Sudoku. AND the most beautiful Northern Light on the bustravel home. Holy potatoes how beautiful, I was totally stunned. It was covering the sky, dancing, creating beautiful patterns. At one point it looked like five fingers stretching out, I was totally blown away. I think I can see the northern light a million times, and every single time I see it, I will find it beautiful. I will never get sick of it. Never. Like in never ever. You believe me? Good.

On the first flight I sat with a guy that was probably 60 years plus, but acted like 6 years minus. A re-he-heally annoying dude. As his wife (poor you) said to him that she wanted a sandwich menu, he responded with (and when you read this, imagine a six-year-old said it, that's how it was) "But I don't want a sandwich menu!!". When the cabincrew came closer and closer, he started to get veeery unpatient, so when they were 3-4 rows in front of us, he started waving with his money trying to get contact. I never thought I'd passively say this to a dude over 60 on my blog, but please grow up?

Afterwords going to the bus to get abit closer to home than the airport was, and I cannot even express how much I dig bus-drivers from Northern-Norway. Let me give you two conversations. One with a western-Norwegian bus driver (WNB) and me, and one with a north Norwegian(NNB) bus driver and me. Note that it's nothing special with these convos, I just wanna show you the difference...

ME: I'm going to Vassenden
WNB: 30 NOK

ME: I'm going to Sortland
NNB: Oh, that's just fine, cause I'm goin there too!
ME: *laughs*
ME: So do I pay now, or do you come around with the machine later?
NNB: Hm.. we can just as well take it now, get it overwith!
ME: Sure!
NNB: Ok, you're paying with card I see.. then you stick it in here. Top up, chip down.
ME: Like this?
NNB: Yep, you've got it there!
ME: Ok, that's it. Thanks!
NNB: Miss? Don't you want your ticket?

Sooo, in which bus would you rather drive? Maybe you don't get the point that well, but I can tell you.. I find it soso cosy when the busdriver is all talkative and happy. Opposed to taking their money and goodbye. (I'm not claiming that all busdrivers from western Norway is like that, but...in general).

I actually intended to make this blog-post short, but guess I got carried away or sth. Ironic that I start the convo with "I'll sum it up shortly". HAPPENS, now congrats to everyone who came all the way to these last words :)

I think this is funny

2009-11-20T11:04:00.000+01:00

And I´m not the type that digs every commercial out there, I can tell you. But this.. mmm... cool :)

Is there really anything cuter?

2009-11-15T21:05:00.001+01:00

Old couples holding hands?

I don´t think there is!

Rawkin' in.. is it slippers?

2009-11-13T11:00:00.000+01:00

First of all there's a word I really don't know in English, and maybe you can help me. All sorts of online dictionaries call these slippers:

Are they?

Cause for me slippers are these:

The same word in English covers all? .. I'll just assume that then. Please don't kill me if I'm wrong ^^

Getting to the point.. soon, I promise. Yesterday I was out walkin the streets of Leipzig as I encounter a store with tons and tons of cute slippers. Of course this makes me stop and laugh abit, and touch them. (You really can't NOT touch them, they were too cute and soft for that.), and after felling in love with one, boof, there comes another.

Now what I saw first was this, for me it was darn cute (and even more dorky) until later.

Homer is cool, can't hide that. But what I realized now later is that he really looks like.. ehrm.. he looks abit like homer (I'll give him that), and much like pollen-allergies. Since pollen allergies really isn't the thing I like most in this world, he's kinda uncool compared to the coolness that yet is to come. (but you've gotta admit, you'd still feel rather cool crashing a party with these monsters on the feet? hm? hm?)

Anyway, I keep lookin, and this lil dog (I'll call him Herman) steals my attention:

Everyone who knows me is aware of the fact that I love dogs much more than an average dude on the street, and therefore I run towards him and embrace him (in the way you can embrace a slipper in a store, I'm neither stupid, nor a perv, nor a psyco). There's something with this face that I fall for (and it's not the tiredness). But sorry Herman, you're not my choise when it comes ter slippers today.

Mr Froggy here caught my eye, and yes, it was cause he looks dorky. But I swear, in real life he looks less dorky and more cute.

It kinda looks like he's trying to tell you something, doesn't it? Looks like he kinda pointed me out to buy him. Think he misunderstood something, puppydogeyes goes on puppies, and in some cases they also work on my boyfriend, but... it just doesn't work for frogs, sorry. Nevertheless I fell for this lil sucker, too bad for him that the slipperlove of my life was lying riiiiight next to him.

YOU ARE A TRUE BEAUTY! Sorry Homer, sorry Herman, and sorry lil' mr Froggy, you can go somewhere else. You are nothing but servants when you see the queen of the ball. Klara. Not sure about what to buy me for christmas? You don't have to wonder anymore.You can't even imagine how much it hurt me to just leave her there. Clearly one of the hardest moments in my life... But Klara, we WILL meet again. I promise you!

Q: Which would you buy?

Flattered

2009-11-12T10:42:00.001+01:00

Yesterday I was at a party here in Deutschland, and now I'm sitting here the day after with some impressions! :)

* Bibop (cola-schwarybier) is very good (and cheap) (and a girldrink, I knoooow. But it's not like I wanna prove the opposite:P)
* Just don't go out on these small intimate places if you're not ready to touch very many asses without intention
* Going to the disco really aint that bad, and Michael Jackson (RIP) kicks arse.
* Is it even possible to go "woah" over German beerprices once more? Obviously... If it gets any cheaper it's free!

What kinda made my evening though was the trip home (and yes, now you'll prooobably tell yourself that "zomg, Trolldis is soo lame". Might be, but hear me out here:P). So I'm sitting on the tram talking with my boyfriend, when suddenly I feel someone pricking (is that a word?) my shoulder. I ignore it since I assume it's some drunk German who wants.. dunno, just something that aint good. Some seconds later he speaks to me, though. "I'm sorry, but where are you from?". I turn, and he doesn't look like a guy who wants to .. dunno.. He seems ok, so I tell him I'm from Norway. He looks at me in a veeery weird way, so I ask him.. why the look? He just smiles and says it's nothing. The convo goes on, though, and he drag in his girlfriend and I my boyfriend. They seem quite nice. Eventually they (= australians!) tell me that the reason they wondered where I'm from was because they were CERTAIN I'm from CANADA. That cause of my English-accent. Therefore they got kinda blown away when I'm from friggin' Norway, y' know, with Petter Solberg and everything, obviously Norwegians doesn't speak like Canadians. But yes, from Canada? How is that NOT a compliment? I got flattered, I can tell you (and my boyfriend can confirm it, like just in case you won't believe me). Hello, Canada? In Canada they speak English. On a daily basis. Good!! It's like their language. Their mother tounge? And I sound like them.. Hoihoi! Trolldis went happy-face Trolldis, and slept great!

Good morning, by the way :)

Do YOU want a google wave invite?

2009-11-11T09:27:00.001+01:00

Cause I just got some. Friends fiiirst! :)

Edit: Where the heck did all my wave invites go? One minute there, next.. gone?

ACH. If you want one lemme know anyway, lets suppose it´ll come back :P

Proud

2009-11-10T10:13:00.000+01:00

I'm back in black in Deutschland, and this time I'm just a lil' bit proud. I've dreaded the traintrip from Berlin to Leipzig since I ordered the tickets, this time I had to do it all alone. Find a ticket-thingie, get on the right train, get off at the right stop, and get on at the right train again. Worst case scenario: 4 stops, 4 trainchanges... (well, worst case scenario is 10 stops, but at this trip it's not even possible, I think:P). I actually had luck, the plane landing 10 minutes before it was supposed to, and me reaching a route where I only had to change trains ONE time. Of course me reaching that train was a study in itself, I bet more than one person laughed over my stressy, bumsy style through the trainstation. NEVERTHELESS, one stop. That was a victory just that!

Now, what wasn't luck was that I had to change in Dessau. Beforehand I thought this would be juuust fine, until I arrive at Dessau and have to find the new platform. A big problem is that DESSAU HAUPTBAHNHOF IS SENILE!! You see the train you went away from, and many platforms far away, with no arrows or nothing to show you how to get to, so after a panic-call to my boyfriend (whoever saw that must have thought I escaped from a psycohouse), and running around like a wacko I luckily find a entrance that actually leads me to the platforms. Of course I just have 8 minutes or so to get from the train I came out of, and into the next.. so this wasn't actually an un-stressy affair... BUT I reached the train, and thank God for that. If not someone would have put me in a psycohouse already...

Paniccalls or not, I'm still proud. Yours truly managed to travel 2.658 km yesterday. With car, flight, another flight, train and tram. Alone. A true victory!

Aurora Poralis

2009-11-07T22:46:00.000+01:00

I ran outside in nothing but socks, pants and a singlet, (-2 degrees.....) I made a stabile ground for the camera to lie on with a chair, a table and a cellphone and a wallet. It was northern light outside, and it was BEAUTIFUL.

Of course this is just a small idea of how it really looks, you can't capture that on a picture...

LOVE IIIIT!!