About Oliebollen and Miller's glare

Heyhohohoho! The Christmas days are over, the presents are opened and the awful parade of Santa movies is finite. With some exceptions because it is the 31th of December also known as the last day of 2010, so guess there will be some lost Christmas-movies on tv these next days. But I guess it will be forgotten in the big fireworks-deepfried treats- see you next year, guys!-extravaganza tonight. And because I am just THAT cool I will try to bake something called oliebollen, which are delicious traditional ‘’things’’ (I need a dictionary) from the Netherlands (and Belgium, I guess) and because I have been surfing the net for both info and recipes, and I figured out that they’d be pretty easy to screw up. My mom usually makes the batter so I am both excited and kind of terrified. If there is something I hate it is baking things that don’t taste good, no matter how burned they look or how smashed and droopy they are, as long as they taste somewhat okay it is approved. I want to put some apples in them and maybe even, true Marieke style, chocolate.

As the good bloggergirl I am, googled you a picture. Tadaaaaam.

My idiotic, but beloved, lil’ bro downloaded all the friggin seasons of Prison Break, and, true to form, I am obsessed. Prison Break is just SO GOOD, it is unbelievable. Sure, I fast-forwarded past the part where they clipped off Michaels toes, but otherwise: pure looooove. Especially for Wentworth Miller, who is waaay to pretty to be gay. ^^

The word has lost all it's meaning

Anyways, I don’t know if you have noticed but it is Christmas! And Christmas should be happy, no matter if you are a Christian and beliiiive (sense the tone)  in the birth of Jesus or not. If you have a completely other religion you should celebrate the last week of this year. And if you are Chinese you should, you know, emotionally participate in this crazy overrated holiday just like in the American movies. Ow yes wait, I am supposed to be all jolly and Christmassy. But THAT was not my point. I am just saying, no matter how and if and when you celebrate something that even resembles Christmas just a little bit, I hope you are not doing it alone and that it is lovely. There. Clear?

Waiting for forever

I am SO looking forward to this movie! It looks so quirky and fun. I like Rachel Bilson, I am still impressed over Tom Sturridge (who has a horrible last name) after watching The Boat that Rocked and Nikki Blonsky is in it. Sounds great to me. It comes out begin February in the US. Let us hope it finds its way to little Førde too. (Or else I have to download it, and that still makes me feel immoral, like I am stealing from old people or something.) (Even though I have been downloading music for ages.) (I'm just a whimp.) (Sigh.)

Jingle bells, jingle bells, snow will fall and we'll die

Yesterday I went home for Christmas. We are talking dragging my suitcase through the snow, desperately clamping it for support whilst I risk my life down the slippery slope that is Førde in the wintertime. When I finally reached the bus station after 30 minutes of pure horror, the bus was late. And not just late. It was LATE. Freezing my ass off on a stone-cold bench late. I realized that my trip from my apartment to the bus station could be short movie. I am suggesting Emma Watson playing me (WITH long hair) and some no-name cute guy as my secret admirer that follows me in a totally non-creepy way. I guess the soundtrack would be something like this:

01. -7 degree love

02. I’m such a loner ft. Justin Bieber

03. If you blow smoke in my hair one more time I will *beep* you

04. Creepy dude on the corner

05. My ear just fell off

06. Time-wasting busdriver

07. The bleather that almost imploded

08. Please count your coins quickly

09. -7 degree love, Part II

10. Frohohohstbite

11. Back in line. Bitch.

12. Creepy dude, please don’t leave me, I luv u

13. Snoring on a bus

With a bonus track: Driving home for Christmas (It took 2 hours)

As you can see, it would be a terribly sad, depressing and violent CD. Maybe something for the goth scene?



How the Grinch is the best Christmas character ever

Did you know that I am taking sociology and social anthropology at school? It is quite interesting but I’ve got a term test tomorrow and to be honest.... My brain is on Christmas vacation. The Christmas spirit has hit me in the face, like a cold wind, and all of the sudden I am looking forward to opening my presents. Auld Lang Syne (Which is OFFICIALLY the best Christmas/New Years song ever) is on repeat, the snow outside makes me want to go skiing and I wish we had a Christmas three here in the living room in Førde. It is insane. For weeks I have shouted that I am not Christmas person, that everyone is just being silly and that Christmas songs mostly suck. Now I am sitting here, alone at the kitchen table, schoolbook and notes in front of me, hoarsely singing alongside Kurt Nilsen and Mariah. Apparently even the cold clump of hate for the over-enthusiast Christmas maniacs in me can melt. I should get green, grow some fur and find a dog who’s willing to be my Rudolph. And then I should bring the Christmas presents back to Whoville, marry Martha and live happily ever after with my furry long fingers.

Je suis étudiante. I bet you didn't get that.

Etre– to be      

   Je suis                  

    Tu es                         

     Il est     

                      

Nous sommes         

  Vous êtes               

   Ils sont                  

I absolutely adore French, but I still send mental waves of hate to the grave of the person who ever decided that verbs should be irregular. Probably a guy. In English some of them are easy; I have, you have, they have, we have, it ha   s... -.-

Maybe I should invent my own language? Mariekish. Maritch. Marech. I’m thinking a mixture of everything, the flowing way of French, the hard g’s from Dutch, the Norwegian æ, ø, å and the silent h and double l’s from Spanish. That would be one ugly alphabet.

The gorgeous pictures from Paris are from The Cherry Blossom Girl and I am proud to say that I can finally try to read the French parts of her blog ^^

Today I to be'd

(I decided that to be or not to be was too much of a cliché to be used as a title here. Don’t you agree?)

To be cured from my need for sugar I drank two cups of hot chocolate. To be useful I fixed drain under the bathroom sink. To be creative I painted my nails red with green dots. To be efficient I looked over the French verbs. To be inspired I watched ‘’New York, I love you’’ in between everything else. To be loved I wrapped a Christmas gift. To be nice I poured coke and ate a sick woman’s chips. To be faster in the morning I put my toothbrush on another shelf. To be ready for my English term test tomorrow I read English. To be happy I lighted the light in the lighthouse I got from my grandmother. To be smart I read about Martin Luther. And then, to be a blogger, I wrote about my day.



Marieke went all Print Screen and the result was rather horrible.

You know what is the best to do on a cold and slippery Saturday night in December? Gather friends, eat delicious food and decorate a gingerbread house with candy. And, of course, watch a classic Christmas movie. The movie about love. Actually.

Gotta love the 80ties

Will it ever stop yo I don't know

Turn off the lights and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice

Whitney Houston before she went all coke and stuff. Damn, wish I could pull off that make-up.

I'm slightly drunk and quoting Shakespeare and Booth just got shot on Bones! Dudeee...

Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.

William Shakespeare

Peeeeeeople! At the time you will read this, I’ll probably be asleep. Tossing around in my bed. And I’ll probably wake up soon. Without a headache. Hopefully.

But anyways, you know what I went to see on Thursday? Harry Potter, baby! Yeah, again! And it was great even though it was the second time! You should go see it if you haven’t and see it again if you liked it. And you should read the book if you haven’t, because that is just wrong. I still hate the fact that all the books are written because no there is nothing to look forward to anymore. The action is gone, all the books are out, we already KNOW that Harry survives. Did I just spoil the last movie for you? See, you should have read the books. It is just wrong.

Sooooooy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?

Beck - Loser

Spanish is hard. I don't care what you say, I think Spanish is hard. But that what makes it fun, ey? I didn't think so today when I was struggeling to translate; She loved the noise the snow made under her shoes. Yeah. I know it's too complicated, but I hate having to write like I am talking to a toddler.

Suuuumthink ilse: dearblankpleaseblank.com

You know how you sometimes want to tell someone something but you can't. Wether that is because the person will hurt you, cry or the person is in fact... not real. Well, there is a site for that now! :D And it's fun. Some of my favourites:

Dear Yahoo,

I've never heard anyone say, "I don't know, let's Yahoo! it..." just saying...

Sincerely, Google.

Dear Students,

I know when you're texting.

Sincerely, No one just looks down at their crotch and smiles

Dear Math,

Please grow up and solve your own damn problems. I don't have time for yours AND mine.
Sincerely, Screw the Value of X.

Dear Mary,

Just admit that you slept with someone else. This is getting out of hand.

Sincerely, Joseph.

Dear Facebook,

Just wait, one day they'll abandon you as well.

Sincerely, Myspace.

Dear God,

Please give us Heath Ledger back, we'll let you have Robert Pattinson.

Sincerely, Anonymous

She's alive!

Hi, there! No I did not die of an overload of painkillers and I did not get eaten by spiders when I camped out on the floor of my bedroom because my bed was too soft. I COULD have, but you know me; when I am even just a little bit stressed I will forget about this blog and about the silly little things I write and then post on the internet. Why was I stressed you say? Well, that is because my back never stopped hurting and on Thursday I felt all kinds of weird shivers going through my spine. My lovely mind went all: ‘’OMG, I AM GOING TO BE PARALYZED LIKE ARTIE IN GLEE AND THAT JUST BECAUSE I DID NOT WATCH MY STEP.’’ I kept cool though and went to the doctor, who told me that my tailbone was fractured. Not serious but bad enough to hurt and to make me take heavy painkillers. Because it is IN my back, they can’t do anything which means I just have to live with the pain. I don’t feel it anymore though, just sometimes when I sit down a bit too hard. The doctor said that it would last for a few weeks or more, and that annoys me. But yeahyeah, I’ll stop whining until the next time I almost die.

Karma is a bitch.

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare

I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair

Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is

Having more fun than me

I’m just a kid – Simple Plan

I was whining my ass off on here yesterday, because oh, oh, oh, the little muscles in my neck kind of hurt. Well that is nothing compared with what I go through now if I try to walk normally. Or sit down. Bend. Or even when I try to live my friggin life. Curious now?

I have been teasing my roommate about the fact that she doesn’t dare to walk down this steep shortcut we normally take for weeks now. I called her a chicken. I always considered the little ice that was there not a threat. Until today. Short version: I slipped and instead of landing on the somewhat mushy and soft part of my bum I landed on the part where your butt goes over in your back also known as your tailbone. And it hurt like hell. Shivers of pain going up and down my back. Late at school because I spend the rest of my morning trip down walking like and old lady who pooped in her diaper. Here we are 11 hours later and my sweet little back still hurts. The only thing I can sit on is a right, hard chair with a straight back and no funny business. Which makes me sad, because today was Christmas shopping day. I kind of want to walk again today, so I am nice, swallowing painkillers and sitting still. I of course also do it because I don’t want to get paralyzed by the ENORMOUS PAIN RIPPING THROUGH MY BACK every time I try to do something that won‘t bore the hell out of me. Another time: Sigh.

My neck hurts.

You know how sometimes you go to the gym to take some class that seems kind of easy? Then your friend tells you that it actually will be horrible. Your heart gets a little lighter when you see all the old ladies, so you assume that it will be easy like Sunday morning. But then they start with the stupid moves. The old ladies turn into superwomen who rhythmically know which way to turn. So you and your friend end up as two 17 year young birds pathetically waving their arms in between Wrinkles who actually look like they have a clue. Your body isn't used to pumping your arms up and down like you are trying to get rid of flies. It hurts, but you don't give up because then the Wrinkles win. And your precious puberty ego can't stand that. And then, the next day, you can't sleep because your damn pillow is bended all wrong and the muscles in your shoulders seem to have gotten trice as big in the last 24 hours and life generally sucks.

 Please tell me you know what this is like? Oh. Is it just me? Well, whoop-dee-doe. Aren’t you just lucky. I guess I’ll just put Happy Ending by Mika on repeat again, look through my gossip magazines and pretend that I am dreaming and that my real life is in there, with Brad, Angie, Emma Watson, the cast of Gossip Girl and good ol’ Zaccie Efron and that there are no boring classes waiting for me tomorrow morning. Sounds like a plan to me! Sigh.

Mondays suck.

What can I say? They really do. Especially at 09.00 in the morning. Which it is right now. I am proud to say that I have discovered something new. Which is rare with my level of intelligence. (That’s sarcasm - before you judge me) Apparently you can schedule posts! Blogger gets better every day. So you can like write posts WEEKS before Blogger posts them automatically. So, right now it is 22.55 on Sunday, and you won’t read this before 9 tomorrow morning, because that is when I ordered Blogger to publish it. And the thing about me is that I can foresee that you will feel miserable tomorrow morning. Because tomorrow it is Monday and Monday sucks.

But to make your Monday a tad better I am posting this video. Watch it until the end, because then your Monday can’t get any worse. And that, my dear grumpy friend, is the best thing I can give you right now.

(Robbie won't work on here, so I am doing it the old fashioned way. Click here.)

Does anyone have an extra £605 lying around?

Because then you could buy me a pair of these as a Christmas gift.

Aren’t they gorgeous? So colourful and shiny and so (I have to say it, even though it is so not me) Dolce.

He wanted... me.

"I got them! I got a pair [of glasses] from the first film and a pair from the last one, so I was really, really pleased. The ones from the first [films] were very tiny."

Daniel Radcliffe, on his Harry Potter mementos

I am not a fan of Radcliffe, not at all. He kind of freaks me out with his light blue eyes and heavy panting. I do, however, have respect for him. He portrayed one of the best fanfiction characters of the last decade, and he actually did a pretty decent job. Sometimes. When I was in a good mood. I remember the moment I got this in the mail:

Who puts this poster in an innocent magazine? It is horrible, frightening and I hope the photographer will never eat chocolate again. What a horror to unleash to the world.

Anyway watch this, even though it’s kind of inappropriate. But I laughed so you should too.

Harry Potter and the X-Rated Trailer - watch more funny videos

I am changing my name to Didi DroolDrawer.

Feeling dreary, dull and down? The desperate dangerous desire to defy gravity? Drink a daiquiri and dig up a daffodil. Ditch your diet and dish up a donut. Then deal with diva Marieke’s delightful DroolDrawer and dream away with these drop-down-dead darlings. So whether you have double D’s or a damn dog, writing sentences with D’s are totally every bloggers desire right now. Duh!

Since I am Star Wars junkie I decided (LOOK a D!) to put Hayden Christensen on the stands this time. I felt kind of weird about it, since he is as old as my uncle, but you know what? Screw that. People my age like Johnny Depp and he is 15 years older. And he has a friggin beardstachegoatee. Hayden is so much cuter and he is of course both a Jedi and the force of all evil called Darth Vader. So lets’s see some pictures right :D (another D)

''I wish they taught green screen acting classes.''

''All I want is all what my mother wanted for me when she raised me - to be happy. For that, I don't need to be in a relationship. I don't need to have a certain level of respect. I just want to care very much about what I do and be kind to everyone in the process. It's important that I can feel that. That's happiness.''