TUESDAY:

Alice in wonderland Remix

This sounds great/funky

MONDAY(ISH):

STARING AT YOU

I love staring, or not staring, but looking at strangers/people. I love analyzing their behavior, and thinking and making a story of how their lives are. I think its quite fun, but the truth is they're probably really normal. But it's the thought: everyone keeps secrets (kind of desperate housewives of me). And I start to think what kind of secrets they're keeping. Or what has happened to them, or other loved ones. Maybe they know something of the "alternative world". Who knows. It's kind of exciting to think about. 

I read the book (or, well, you can't say read, because it all contains of pictures) 8 million pictures, and there were pictures of people from Norway from old times. It was exciting to look at, because there were many different people. Some were hurt in war, and some just had a disease (other people too, but I thought they were the most interesting people to analyze). There were real focus on the eyes. I love staring into peoples eyes. You can tell allot from that. 

Maybe not real eyes right in front of me, because I think it's really uncomfortable to be that close to some people. 

Yeah, okey... 

Anyways: I have started reading (now that it's vacation: It's book-time... Always been like that. That's when I have time to take on a reading) The WITCH of PORTOBELLO by Paulo Coelho. He's an amazing writer. But the thing is that he's words are complicated because of the "amazingness" (I know that's not a word). Complication!! So it takes a while before you can really get in to the "fabric". But when you first have struggled through the rough, beautiful part, it's an amazing experience. (I meant it to be like that: All "wannabe" (hi hi)...)

Oh, I didn't mention that I am reading it on english. In Norwegian he's books are not so hard to understand, but only if you can see the true meaning behind it. But on english there are many difficult words. But I do know what he's talking about.

Ok: Bye.

MONDAY:

More pictures to look at from Saturday

This is what we do at a Saturday night. 

SUNDAY:

SEX AND THE CITY

My sister's visiting all the from Trrondheim. And luckily and not so luckily, she brought Sex and The City. We have been watching every episode from season 3 to season 6 all week. It's really fun. But my mom doesn't approve. She thinks it's for adults. Anyways... I wasted my time in front of the television all week. So has my sister, though.

It has also been a smoothie week. She's caught up on making smoothies.

SATURDAY:

A FABULOUS DAY WITH MY FRIENDS, UKM-PEOPLE AND A MAN FROM FRIDAYS


WHAT KIND OF MOOD I'M IN

WHAT I MAKE MY FRIENDS DO... IT'S AMAZING THEY EVEN LISTEN...

FOOD AT FRIDAYS AT SATURDAYS

ONCE AGAIN, WHAT I MAKE MY FRIENDS DO

WE WERE PRETENDING TO BE SECRET SPIES

FRIDAY:

HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?

HOW CAN PEOPLE AT YOUR AGE DO THAT OR LOOK LIKE THAT?

HAVE YOU SEEN PEOPLE IN THE 8TH GRADE? THEY ARE SO SMALL. I THINK WE'RE GETTING SMALLER AND SMALLER EVERY YEAR. WHEN I STARTED IN THE 8TH GRADE, I LOOKED LIKE I SURLY WAS AN 8TH GRADER, BUT NOW, I WOULD HAVE SWORN THEY BELONGED IN 4TH GRADE. 

IT'S DIFFERENT WITH GIRLS. BECAUSE THEY HAVE A POUND OF POUDER CLASHED ON THEIR FACE. AND DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE OTHER TYPES OF MAKE-UP. 

WHICH FOR SOME, A FEW, CAN MAKE THEM LOOK A LITTLE OLDER. 

BUT MOSTLY NOT. YOU LOOK YOUNGER THE MORE MAKE-UP YOU CARRY ON YOUR FACE.

I GUESS YOU DON'T EXPECT YOUNG GIRLS MAKING THEIR FACE LOOK LIKE A RODEO CLOWN, BUT THEY DO.

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ABOUT WHAT THEY DO (ACTION, PHYSICAL) 

HOW OLD ARE YOU?

JOIN THE FACEBOOK-PAGE:

WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE, I LOST A THOOTH, NOT MY VIRGINITY.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

   

THIRSDAY:

MAD WORLD

I can't forget this song. It's related to a horrible crush, that ended up bad, or kind of bad. I remember walking home from s.o.m, and listening to that song. Sometimes I even cried. Ha, ha. It was a perfect setting. Kind of like a movie. Late at night, and the moon in the sky. The wind and the trees blowing to the sound of this song. Beautiful. 

Gary Jules- Mad world

ALMOST THURSDAY:

Chris Isaak

WICKED GAME

WEDNESDAY:

O.M.G-HOW CAN THAT BE?

It's suppose to rhyme

I can't stop thinking, am I just one of those amazingly boring, uninteresting bloggers? The ones who are so amazingly uninteresting that it shouldn't be possible? 

All I'm saying is: no one cares what you did in class.

But I do write about what I do in class. Am I ought to be referred as a typical stupid blogger?

I don't want to be. Not at all. 

I find myself laughing at some. I know that's rascally, but who gives a shit about your day? At least when you're trying to "promote" it. Or be a famous blogger. 

For an example: www.blogg.no where you can see some bloggers at the front page. And I found this: BORING

and she wrote (norwegian):

Heei !

I dag var jeg på skolen.
Vi hadde matte,naturfag,norsk,geografi og K&H !
I Matte timen hadde vi om diagrammer.
I nateurfagstimen begynte vi på et nytt kapittel som heter "Alle snakker om været"
I norsken snakket vi om en prøve som vi skal ha !
I Geografien snakket vi om Europa.
I K&H forsatte vi på noen påske egg.
Etter skolen tok jeg bussen hjem.
Og nå sitter jeg her på pc-en !

-Victoria

Blogges !

How interesting is that? None to a million.

Anyways: Have a great day, if you're not as annoyed as me. No, I'm not really annoyed, I just really hope I'm not that bad.

Bye

Rilo Kiley- Silver lining

Reminds me of the old days

TUESDAY:

FUNNY AS MY MONEY

A guy is singing on chat roulette

TUESDAY:

BJØRNHOLT DOCUMENTARY 

After being held hostage for a week with Malene and Astrid, we finally completed the video. Bjørnholt school documentary. I think it didn't turn out that bad. 

ye ye

MONDAY:

NOT THANKFUL

I find myself always scared at night. Not inside my house, though, but late at night on Fridays and Saturdays. If I'm walking home alone. You always seem to think about rape or something horrible while walking alone.

It can happen to you. And that's terrifying. If I see a person walking alone, I'm automatically scared, but if there is a girl or a girl next to that person, everything will be alright, I guess.

You can even be done stuff to (weird sentence) by guys under or at your own age. Alcohol is blamed. You can't really control what you're doing while being affected by it: Ergo- scary.

My point: As I think of this: What if I was ought to be raped? There are many scary men around.

I would pray to God that I could go back in time and redo it. 

But what if I have already done that? (For the record, I have never been raped, or anything like that). What if I was raped, but God actually turned back time? You will never know. And what if God is always doing that? If something goes wrong, he will turn back time. Maybe the world we're living in is absolutely, horrifyingly bad? But God makes it just bad? 

So, imagine there has been a tragedy. And God does turn back time. You would be thankful to a thousand. 

But you now don't know he has done that, then you're just ungrateful for everything else that is bad.

I'm thanking God for that something like that has never happened to me. Although there have been allot of sorrow in my life as well. You can't go trough life without pain. Or you will not live life. 

I don't know if this made any type of meaningful sense, but I think you get my point, if anybody will ever read this. 

bye to a thousand. 

HIDING FROM THE PAIN. ARGH

I remember one time I thought for sure I was going to be raped. That was awfully scary. 

I decided I wanted to go for a jog one Friday. It was about 11:30 or so. That is kind of late for a jog. Anyways, I was nearby the kindergarden, the red one by SBS (inside joke between me and Morten) (Stenbråten), and a scary man with a long coat reached me. He was at the beginning going left, and I was going right, when he all of a sudden went right as well. I thought was for going to be raped. Well, since I have a temperament and I was all "jazzed" up from jogging, I could easily TRY to run away, or punch him or something.

But then I heard a noise coming from the red kindergarden (I was now by the white one, only a few feet away). There were some people walking and sitting by the table. 

The man heard it too, and turned to the other side again (left). 

My heart raced then. I was so scared. 

I know it could have been nothing, and it probably was, but you know: Friday: 11:30: Man walking towards me: long coat: scary looking- everything leads on to the stereotype, classic rapist. 

NOW BYE TO A THOUSAND. 

WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY:

So it's a late night again. After I told myself to sleep after Paradise Hotel. But no, I have to do school work. Editing again.. Aj aj..

We're (Me, Malene and Astrid) are making a Bjørnholt documentary- and I have to say it's a boring concept. But it's fun to make it.

It's too late to write allot now, and Mortens birthday is NOW. Happy Birthday Morten!!! 

WEDNESDAY:

I'm sitting. Sipping soda. I'm bored. I shouldn't be, because I'm on school, filming and doing what I think is fun. But I'm so tired. I blame Paradise Hotel. Because I usually go to bed at 10 (at least that is what I want to do), but now, after Paradise Hotel, I usually stay up until 11:30 or later. That is a bit too late for me, because I relly need much sleep to do right in school. That is my key to great future (said in a weird, kind of ironic way, but it's not ironic).
Allrighty then.... Bye

I noticed I wrote "funchen".. No idea how it's written, but I know that is wrong.. Well, well. So I wrote the sentence another way. Just so you know ;)

MONDAY:

I love England a bit too much

Ah. I remember spending time in England for the first time. It was wonderful. Even though I was with my family the whole time, and of  course I couldn't wander around all by myself at the age of 14... But that's not the point. 

I have always wanted to live in England and be a british girl, and talk in that beautiful accent. 

I envy the british. You lucky, british people. 

All tough Norway is kind of a really good place to live, it's nothing like England. 

I think I might move or have a long vacation in Brighton or London sometime, or maybe Liverpool.

It brings back lots of great memories from summer (Brighton).

I've only been in England twice, but what an impression it has left.

I LOVE ENGLAND of all my heart ^^

YEAH!

First time in London

SATURDAY:

So I have nothing to do, because Morten didn't call. That asshole! That's why I have been in all day f***** long. Just kidding with that f***** thing. Or maybe not. It could stand for farting long. lol. 
ANYWAYS.... I've just walked around in the house all day because of Morten .... (sad face)
And yeah, I am saying this to make him feel guilty. Mo ha ha.
God, I can't really get to my point...
I have been around my house photo shopping and just walking and playing rock band and .... Being bored -.-
I thought of calling Iselin, but it was a bit too late to call when finally Morten called. That bastard. 
And listening to an old mgp-song

and another cute song:

And that Audrey Hepburn picture doesn't look like me but at all, but it is me. I don't know why it's always like that. Maybe because of the head shape...
Well, well...

BYE

SATURDAY:

I want to start a band

I've always wanted to start a band, but you know that's difficult. For the first: I don't have any friends who play an instrument (at least as I know of). And for the second: I don't have a nice singing voice, so I can't be the vocalist, and I'm not good enough on the guitar to play in a band. 

But I guess if I had the chance to be in a band, I would kind of be good enough to play "randomly", but not guitar solos. 

This will probably be updated another time.

SATURDAY:

Game ee tee game ee

Im creating my own game called "To Tha Mall". Ha ha, I think it's really fun playing it. 

My first "tho Tha Mall game" is the one I created while being in Trondheim. ad it looked like this: And was made on a pizza-"board".

My aunt suggested I'd make a better one, and maybe publish it "to the world". I'm not going to do that, but I am making a better one, just for fun. 

I played it yesterday with Emilie and Iselin, and we had great fun. At least I did. And especially Emilie who was ought to ask a really stupid question ( as a task on the star cards): How much pubic hair does Victoria Beckham have? 

I think I laughed for a long, long time.

So as far as I've made my game now (almost finished) it looks like this: 

I think it would be fun to make it like a real board game, but I have no idea how to make one. Do I have to send it to some kind of company to make it like that?

Hey wassap?

MONDAY

Im kind of tired of everything already☁☹. I started the day with waiting on the bus. And it didn't showe up. Argh. For no reason at all. I hate the bus. So, I have to walk. No big deal, but then I fell on my but. It was bad. I made the bus, but I didn't make school. I hate busses. Argh. 

Well, well...

School is alright. We only have to pitch an idea for our new project.

And we (as in Malene, Nora, Maina and me) are sitting in our own little room, and talking. Real girl-talk. Kind of fun.