Bumblebee me.

So far this summer I've been home with friends and at Frøya with my family and Mari. It was really fun! (well at least I think so, lol) We've been relaxing alot in the sun and taking "long" walks in the fields close to my hut gathering blueberries and flowers. I loved to sit in my new summer dress in the tall grass (home for snakes we were told later) collecting blueberries and listening to bees and bumblebees buzzing around lazily minding their own business. I felt so at ease with nature. It was really nice. But since Mari isn't the biggest fan of being taken pictures of (I truly don't understand why) I haven't got many pictures of her. Shame on you Mari!

I really, really want to post loads of pictures, but since the internet on this godforsaken pace (still love you Kragerø) isn't the best, (the worst) I can't. I'll post - I assume - too many pictures when I get back home. Because I'm really pleased with many of them! Yay.

Song of the Day: Fistful of love by Antony and the Johnsons( Just because it's about a month until MAri and I am going to see them perform on the roof of the Opera house in Oslo. That's. so. cool.

Oh well, bye!

Winter Delight

You hear the ground crunch softly as you walk across it and pull your heavy jacket closer around your face as the air bites at every patch of naked skin it can find. The sun seems to have lost its direction to planet Earth, and the moon is dominating the sky with a watchful eye. As your jacket warms you, you think "this isn't so bad," and the ground disappears underneath you as you've stepped onto an especially slippery spot on the ice.


Is that the... the.. the sun? No no, it's just the tail lights on someone's snow scooter.

Frozen by an abrupt winter.

....she went outside for five minutes... she never became quite the same ever again..


Miss winter you say? Ah, I love the fact that we're so far away from it all right now! Don't you?

Song of the day: Idyll av postgirobygget.

Now I'm going to Rotvoll to tan some more and flaunt my new summer dress! : D

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Dress, Stress and Mess

You know how I yesterday went on and on and on about it being the hottest day I could recall? Not anymore. Today broke all records, and in addition to that I stood for hours outside the American Embassy to get my visa approved. Hell on earth. Okay, so of course(since it's me I'm writing about) something went wrong.



First: I fell asleep two at night because I'd been at a birthday(where we btw got to know that the King of Pop has died, oh... my .... God...!), and got up at 4.30 so we'd reach our plane in time.

Second: We barely made it to Oslo due to some problems with the plain.

Third: We got to the Embassy only to find a huge ass line - and we had to craaawl our way back to the very end of the serpent's tail.., waiting for our turn.

Fourth: We'd forgotten to buy stamps for an envelope that was required, so we had to run a few blocks to the post office and buy some.




Fifth: As I'd finally made my way to the end of the line and got in to the office-ish thing, there was a huge sign telling you to keep your money ready (131 dollars)...and I'm like... "wait.. what..? What money? " Because in the letter I'd gotten from YFU(Youth for Understanding) there were nothing about money, so I had to get out of the line inside to go outside, borrow a stranger's cell to call my mum to come and give me my bag(we weren't allowed to bring them inside the Embassy) so I could get the money. I ran two blocks to find a place to withdraw money, and run back.

Sixth: As I returned to the Embassy.... I had to get back in the end of the f****** line.

Seventh: After another hour in the line outside in the heat I got back inside only to find out that the line there had doubled in size. Frigg!

Eighth: As I hand the man the money, and he asks for my application forms I tell him that I've already sent them to YFU. Then he smiles and says "well then you hadn't needed to bring money - they've already been covered. FRIGG!

Nineth: I am about an hour late for the YFU meeting - and stumble into a crowded room where a guy is speaking about the trip - and as I enter all eyes are on hungry, tired, stressed, messy me. F.r.i.g.g.

Tenth: I hadn't eaten since 5.00 in the morning.

BUT, other than all that, it was a nice day, it really was. We even managed some shopping before leaving to catch the plane! I bought two pair of sunglasses and four dresses *prrrr* (I'll add pictures tomorrow!) and now I've just come home from Mia's (Vero, Mia, Solveig and I ate ice cream straight from the bucket and watched Twilight *blush*), we had such a good time!





Song of the Day: Don't upset the Rhythm by The Noisettes.

Have you had many days like these, too?

Woop Woop from a very tired girl.

Hot Hot Heat

Today's been one of the hottest days I can recall... ever. There hasn't been a single tiny merciful breeze in my path, and I've been commuting from my towel on the lawn to the "coolness" of inside the house. Because of the heat I've been nourishing myself on ice cream, water, fruit and more ice cream - and surprisingly enough noodles. If you gotta, then you gotta I suppose. Yum.

Now I'm going to a birthday, it's gonna be awesome. Can't stay for too long though, I have to take an eeearly plane to Oslo tomorrow to visit the American Embassy to apply for a visa for my year abroad. I guess I'm not supposed to talk about bombs, terror organizations or chemical weapons then? Well.., I'll see if I can hold my tongue and not royally screw this one up. Today it's only two months and one day until I am out of here, weird.



Song of the day: Middle of Nowhere by Hot Hot Heat

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Flower Girl

When I was a little girl (mentally I still probably am) I couldn't walk ten meters along a pavement without picking something up from the ground, most probably a flower or ten. Every day, often several times a day I came home to my mum with huge bouquets, often with suspicious not-so-wild-as-they-should-be roses or tulips integrated - always followed with a sheepish grin and the words "I found them on the street." Sure.

Oh well.., wild or garden plants, they were still a big part of my childhood and as summer is finally upon us I've been collecting flowers every once in a while just to remember the good ol' days - all wildflowers this time. Don't you just love flowers?

Forget-me-nots

Cow parsleys




Dandy lions


Tiny daisies.

Cow Parsleys

Am I the only flower junkie?
What's your favorite flower?


Another song of the day: Always Where I Need To Be by The Kooks.

Woop Woop and Night Night.

Strange Mood and Loads of Food

Some days I feel like I don't know what to think, what to feel, what to say and who to call - because nothing feels right, but at the same time it doesn't feel wrong.. if you understand? It's not awfully strange if you don't, cause that makes us two. I'm like an empty shell for a day - two days tops. I call it my strange mood. My head shuts down and I sit there with my mouth agape catching flies - clueless. This is one of those days. It is so confusing, not knowing what to do - such distress! I hope for my mood to improve for tomorrow, along with the weather. I've had enough rain for a few years to go.. it's enough now! Perhaps it's mother nature's way of advanced payment? Get all the rain now and get brilliant sunshine later? Hope so!
Now, I'm gonna sit down and watch Paradise Hotel, and there's nothing anyone can say to make me feel bad about it - I already know it sucks. I've gotten sick again though, and my doctor told my to relax, so I will, yay. Well..., I want to work out too, so it'll be good to get well when the time comes - sooner rather than later!
As a treat for the sick patient my mum bought me my favourite food and a new book - Brida by Paulo Coelho (in English of course), and I really hope for it to be good. I've read a few pages in advance and it seems great so far! It's about magic and stuff - just my kind of book! Well, I'll tell you about it later!


Btw, I've a new idea for a story, evolved around this picture. It portays the first sucessful operation using anesthesia, which took place in 1846 in Boston. I'll tell ya about it later, if you want! : )

Song of The Day: Always Dirty, Never Clean by Anarbor

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Feels Like Shit

Sometimes you get an insight in people you considered close friends which you haven't seen before which leaves you to chose, don't care and see them as you did before or take the new sides into consideration and see where it leaves you. Shitty ending on an otherwise perfect evening celebrating the best girl's Birthday - Vero! So very happy birthday to you! Cant wait for the 1st of July, the official Birthdate!


SoTD: Mellow Fellow by ?

Talk to you later I suppose, c'ya.

Sleepy-head.

Arh, how is it that I always forget that me + minimum sleep = not healthy result? I went to bed at 8.00 in the morning and got up an hour later. Not healthy. And to double the outcome of my previous equation, we've been camping. And it's been raining and windy and cold. God I've been cold. But it was still so much fun, and sleepy-eyed and droopy as I might be, I had a great time - and considering that yesterday might be the last time I see lot of those guys for an entire year, the sleepover was a necessity! Yay us! Also this week I went to a great friend of mine's birthday. It was a perfect birthday - minus the rain! One can not always get it all, right?



Olav and I.



Olav, Kristen et moi.



The B-day kid!



"Sjarmerende."

Song of the day: Colors by Kira Willey

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Tsunami warning

Last night I had an awful dream. Me, my mother, my sister, a friend of mine and a baby (wtf) were on a tropic island, and we all had gotten the news that a tsunami (four hundred friggin' meters tall) was on its way, straight towards us. The others were disturbingly calm about the minor we're-all-gonna-die-a-terrible-death situation, and I tried to get them to see what was happening. At the end after a few feebly attempts to save us all from certain death, we ended up sitting on the beach, having our last meal and the best seats witnessing the horizon disappear behind a wall of devastating water. All through this, the others toasted for each other, life, the sun and everything they appreciated. I began running back and forth, trying to find something, anything, to save us from being killed. Of course, as the rest of my attempts, it was feeble, and in the hands of people I love I was washed away, and woke up.



God I hate dreams like these. Many times I try to decipher my dreams, but most of the times they're so surreal that they make absolutely NO sense, or I forget them before I remember to write them down. This one though, I find quite easy to make sense from.
It's about my trip to the US, the anxiety I feel about leaving everyone in my life for something completely new, unknown. The wave represents the trip, and the people I was with represents everything I'll put on hold for a year - the wave being inevitable. I think it's strange when one can interpret one's dreams. Have you ever tried?

God, I'll miss my friends and family. Sedate me anyone, I'm getting US nerves.

Song of the day: I Wish We Were Older by Metro Station.


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Plinky Plink.

Plinky is actually really fun! Every time I ask someone if they have a plinky account, they go "huuh?" So I guess it's not as common in Norway(yet!), or perhaps all over the world. It's a cute site where they provide you with a prompt every day and you answer it the way you want it, may it be serious or humorous - whatever you like. It might give you inspiration or just a little push if you might suffer from "serious writer's block." Here's me on plinky - check it out. Wink.

Across the Pond

It's still somewhat surreal to me that I am going away next year as a foreign exchange student. I'm leaving Norway, my friends, my family, my way of living and all else I call my life. I am going to the country that grants an opportunity to become wealthy for those who wants to pursue it, if one has a fighting spirit and an amount of luck. It's the country where bigger is better, and you can't escape to see either a fast food joint or a liquor store at every corner - most likely both. I think America is a fantastic country!

Hopefully, USA will be all that I wish for - and more. Of course I have hopes and pictures in my head on the perfect family, the perfect school, town, friends, perhaps graduation, senior prom and all that Jazz. It won't be as I picture it anyway, though, so I'm trying my best to not picture anything - that way it'll all just be different, perhaps different in a good way, or in a bad way, but maybe just in a different way. And I like different - or so I like to believe. I guess after a few weeks (or days) I'll have those nights where the way back home just seems impossibly long, and tears just won't stop. I'll miss my family, my friends, relatives, my old life, my school, my habits - everything. Then comes the time when being away from home seems okay - comfortable even, and that'll be a good time.

Song of the day: Sunday Best by Augustana.

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