6.12.09

nerdy day

Today is going to be spend in great fashion, sitting on my pillow, doing homework and torturing my friends (on msn, because im going to be unsosial today) about how much it hurts after taking the swineflue shot.
And it does! My troath has swollen, I can only sleep on one side, my arm hurts like a bi*ch and blady blady blaaa. Homework sucks to, why do I have to do them in the weekend only because I dont do them in the weekdays?!?!?!?!? And my teacher is stupid like bush and makes idotic (dubble underline and bold font) questions that I cant answear.
I know Im just going to end up on facebook nerding different facebook games (like pet society, happy aquarium, happy pets, fishville etc), but I adore fooling my self.



By the way, bought these tree yesterday in sandefjord (with Charlie)

28.11.09

Me? A librarian

Today I was hoping to get a job at the library, I know what you're thinking; THE LIBRARY?!!!?! of all the places in the world. But I thought it would be a nice job, and I think the library is pretty(on the inside). And they dont really have a lot to do at work eighter. So to improve their impression of me, I made a master plan. The plan were to lend a few ''smart'' books, so that they would think i loved to read. Dont get me wrong, I love to read, but not so often because its so rear that i find a book I like.

So I lend a book that was ranked the best criminal book that i norwegian writer had written, the book is called 'My beloved Poona'. And then i lend a book on new-norwegian, who is a hell to read (for those of you who has no idea what new-norwegian is, so is it the old dialect of norway, or something.


But nooooo, dont hire the young girl who loooves to read, no for gods sake.

I officaly hate the library and Im going to burn down the ugly place and make the books into toiletpaper so that I would never have to buy toiletpaper for the rest of my life.


See, Im not a liar, it really is a ugly alien house, its even so ugly that this is the only photograph I found...

17.11.09

Want to be Indian

What is it that is so enchanging with indians? I've realised that I have bought/want a lot of indian-inspired stuff. Like for exsample:


Ok, if you dont realice what is so 'indian' about it, witch means you havent looked at many pictures of indians or watched the movie 'Dancing with wolfs' - Then your so on my burn-list.


Just for the 'fo - with indian I mean native american, not inder like people who lives in india. Perhaps i have written wrong, but excuse me for not beeing perfect in anyway.

But anyroad, I wish i was an indian, they are so pretty, they wear pretty clothes, have pretty names and just think about the bondage with other in the tribe. Im not writing about those hip-indians, but those who still live in tribes and blow smoke pipes and hunt. Purr, just think about the abs the indian boys get after hunting all day <3<3<33333>

Since this is my first .... blog-thingy, I just have to give you a little 'fo.

1. I am a very ironic person when i write.

2. When i write like this: :D<33<3<3<3> - Then Im eighter extreamly happy, or extreamly mad or ironic.

4. 'Fo means info.

I have no idea where the '3.' - went. I promise I wrote it.

Probably he got realy inspired and went to buy some indian-ish feather necklases.