WAKA WAKA

Somebody asked me something the other day. If I liked writing. I smiled, and I said yes, but that I find it awfully difficult.

It’s not that I find it difficult to actually type the words, cause moving fingers don’t burn calories or make you tired, but I always have to struggle to get started. Once I’m on a roll I’m not content until I’m done. But the thing is that I only have this with pieces of text that I can write totally on my own. Give me stupid task at school, especially i Norwegian, and I instantly have a writer’s block. I hate having to think about things I don’t really feel like thinking about, you know. Having to force things. Sometimes I wish I could just strap my laptop to me, so that I can write what comes into my head when I’m thinking it. Or that I could mentally file my thoughts. I read somewhere that we only remember about 45% of everything we hear, read and talk about. With me there are things that have a certain priority and the rest just falls right through ^^ That is my biggest problem when it comes to schoolwork, I just don’t absorb the theories about plants, how we work or how to make gold. Blegh.

ON ANOTHER SUBJECT:

I shouldn’t like Shakira cause she is fake-blonde and makes shakey-shakey music, but this song is just great. Catchy and fun. I've tried to master the dance but I looked like a idiot and the house was shaking. Not a good idea.. The only thing I don’t understand are her bright blue lenses? Wtf is that about?

''Greetings Loved Ones''

Hey you. Have you noticed the fact that I haven’t blogged in a week? As an explanation I have the fact that it is SUMMER. You know. I’m talking about swimming, ice creams, lazy days in the sun, beautiful movies, baking, working, idiotic tourists, supercool tourists, frozen toes, pictures, sweat and tears and, of course, the ever amazing LOVE. As you see, I've got my reasons not to be on computer, and I hope you have them too.

I absolutely LOATHE Snoop Dogg but luckily he is just ruining this song a little bit and not rapping through the whole thing. I really like the song and the video, Katy Perry is growing on me. The cupcake bikinis are just adorable and the magical world reminds me of Willie Wonka and his factory.

Ow and you know I'll be back tomorrow! :)

I heart.

Yeah, here it is, here it goes

I could try it rock'n'roll

A change-your-life-forever-tune

If a song could get me you

I could make it high or low

Sing it on the radio

If that is what I need to do

If a song could get me you

If you'd only see me

I would prove my love for you

I could swallow half the moon

Just tell me where, tell me when

I will have you back again

If a song could get me you - Marit Larsen

Oui, oui, I know that I'm late, but hey, the best music is the music you hear late. I'm coming up with quotes all the time, gawd. Tomorrow I have to wake up at 9 o'clock to do my least favourite activity; go to the fysioterapist -.-

Sometimes (at half past 1 at night) I ramble.

I got really excited today! I read yesterdays newspaper (That’s how I roll baby) and there I read that they are going to make new SPIDERMAN movies with ANDREW GARFIELD and directed by MARC WEBB! You didn’t understand a thing, well that doesn’t surprise me* Spiderman is my favourite superhero ever, because Peter parker is just so damn cute and you know, Spidey’s just the best. (Superman = gay, Batman = powerless and violent, Buzz Lightyear = too plastic, Cat Woman = slut, Wonderwoman = even bigger slut, Robin = gay)

Andrew Garfield is a supercute actor who played in The Imaginarium of doctor Parnassus and even some episodes of doctor Who.

And the director is Marc Webb who has directed one of the best movies I have seen lately (500) Days of Summer and a documentary about Jesse McCartney (Everyone makes mistakes).

What a collaboration of amazingness! So I’m officially stoked.

*This friend of mine calculated the average IQ of my darling readers. Apperently, you're not that clever. How the frick does a nerdy boy know my IQ? you may ask. Well, the CIA has tabs on your computer and can figure your lifestyle, IQ and character by the websites you visit. Ever seen a little hole on your computer and wondered what it was for? Well, next time poke there until your machine smokes. A CIA employee will get a rather sharp fork in their ass at the same time. SO worth it.

Has anyone noticed Mr Garfields messy hair? Is this like a new trend? Has greasy RPatzzzzz initiated a new wave in hairstyles? Do I have to do my hair like this next? Or should I go for the popular, wind-blown Baby-Face Bieber look? Can someone help me out, I think all this pressure is making my head hurt? And that's not good for my hair right, it can't grow like this? Questions questions.

Title:

Remember those times, when all you had to beautify yourself with was this little box of scrunchies and the occasional lady bug hair pin? When you woke up in the morning, brushed you teeth for as long as your mom could hear you and then splashed some water in your face? When all you have to do was to be happy and pleased and stuff your face with ice cream?

Well, snap out of it! Wake up and smell the perfume. As we all know, my parents recently redecorated (I’m not ready to show you all the pictures yet. My clothes are everywhere and the feng shui is just… not right. Yet. I still need a bonsai three under my bed. And a small stream through the centre of my room towards the left upper corner. And a purple… (I’m interrupting my own interruption. Are you annoyed yet?))

So, my parents recently redecorated and that means that I got a new room. I finally got to sorting out all my hair stuff, face paint and heavy smelling creams and pastes. And this was the result:

YES, all that is to beautify myself. Closet also included. Not counting my hair straightener, shower stuff and the things in my Førde room. It’s just scary. I gather and gather and use and use and paint and paint. I got about 4 different mascaras, 4 perfumes, countless body lotions and a gazillion rubber bands for my hair.

So, you may ask, why the blogging non presence (I need and award for sentence build)? Well, I have been doing something quite not important. I’ve been painting my nails.

(If you are grossed out by feet and chubby little sausage fingers, I suggest you go and see if something is happening on Facebook)

This is how my creative little hour ended. Most people would be rather embarrassed but. Yeah, but. (mental hospital in a few years)

Boggle-Boggle

VERSUS

A Falcon, A Storm, Or An Unfinished Song

I live my life in widening rings

which spread over earth and sky.

I may not ever complete the last one,

but that is what I will try.

I circle around God’s primordial tower,

and I circle ten thousand years long;

And I still don’t know if I’m a falcon,

a storm, or an unfinished song.

Rainer Maria Rilke

VERSUS

 

I was going to write something about one of these things, but I coulnd't decide which one. So I'm not writing anything and let you make up your own mind.

You know the mums these days are mental when...

There is a Twilight cookbook! OMG you guuuuuyzzz! I already hate it ^^ Twihards must be going nuts, trying to get their hands on blood and stuff. Haha, I should be a comedian. Anyways, it’s horrible. In the book called Love at first bite you can read all about Bella’s Lasagna, Harry’s Famous Fish Fry, Mushroom Raviolis and Red Velvet Cake. And YES it’s written by another bored housemum. Surprise! At Amazon it’s temporarily out of stock, which pretty much means that many bunches of teenage girls already have bought this book believing that a man’s love goes through his stomach (EDWARD DOES NOT EXIST. And I’m sure that Robert Pattinson is not interested in your Blushing Bella Punch.)

Wanna laugh? Read the comments for the book:

On the subject of "Team Edward Tacos," which contain beef, one reader says, "First of all, Edward is a vegetarian! So, [I don't know] why there is a beef rendition ... that would seem more like Team Jacob ... which is totally not cool with us Team Edwarders."

"My boyfriend was all choking and stuff and thought I was stupid when I showed him the cook book. Also, it doesn't even tell you how to make the heart in the apple ... and I was all like WTF?!"

Sorry world, but I’ll be happy when they’re finally done with these movies.

RECAP

Cause I'm free as a bee flying over the trees

And all the summertime boys

All looking at me

And the world keeps on buzzing the sound of my heart

Going hmm hmm hmm

And this is only the start

Bee – Lena

You know, I feel I should rename this blog Recap. I’m a lousy blogger. I actually have a life but fail to blog about it and therefore most of my posts are recaps. FOLLOWING: A report on my two week holiday in the Netherlands.

SO. Now I’m freshly showered in my clean pyjamas and in my own bed with Spotify playing the Sugababes (Don’t ask). I’m ready for some writing. Skip to the parts that seem fun, or sit with me through the whole thing.

THIS IS HOW I LOOK RIGHT NOW:

(Okay maybe a few hours ago)

I haven’t changed, at all. A little colour from the sun and some extra freckles.

Ow and my new orange novelty lights that I consider wearing around my boring head.

I stayed a week over at my gran’s at this little Island called Terschelling. We ate strawberries, stayed too long in the sun, laughed and played with the new uber-cute kitten ^^ She was so precious when she was sleepy and a nightmare when just awake. She attacked everyone’s feet, walked across my computer and tried to gnaw her way through both my shoes and my mobile phone charger. Ow and she got herself caught in her own feet and some wool and chased her tail around the leg of my chair.

I also met this little guy these last weeks

 

He is called Hidde and is my new nephew. I had forgotten how much I LOVE babies. They are so innocent and cute and soft and clean and you know big-eyed. The biggest disadvantage from living so far away from everyone is that you don’t see people grow up. Everyone is just SO different each year. That kinda sucks.

 

SO. This niece of mine called Pleunie got her diploma and had a party together with a friend.

PLEUNIE:

No, she won't mind since she puts pictures like this of herself on the internet ^^

Me and my other niece, Floor, went even though we didn’t know anyone there. Apparently I got a little drunk. A little. I had like 6 big glasses of wine ^^ But I remember everything, got home safely and didn’t have a painful hangover. So it wasn’t that bad. I mainly remember people laughing at me and asking each other if I was drunk. I kept shouting ‘’ I’m NOT drunk! I’m always like this!’’. Yeah, that’s the proof that I was pretty wasted. But you know what, my body reacts weird to alcohol. It takes like forever for the alcohol to leave my body, so that means that I always sleep lousy that night. Most of my friends go into a coma when their head hits the pillow, but I have the most vivid and colourful dreams. I think people are in my room, I keep talking to the furniture and i just can’t sleep. I also woke up at 7 o’clock. NICE Marieke. No headache, I never have those, I’m just really gigglely and dizzy. My balance is gone and I find everything funny. My weirdness amazes myself.

I also made cupcakes! Really pretty ones, together with my crazy niece Floor. My first time but it wasn’t difficult. Rolling, colouring and sugar powdering the fondant and then placing it on our delish cupcakes? Easy my friend. They were really good. Have a picture:

I made a World Cup one, you know orange with the Dutch flag and a bird that can’t be explained. A peace dove

And at last. The Netherlands lost the World Cup. Yeah, that wasn’t fun. And I’m not even that much into professional football. (According to me it’s inhumane to sell footballers from one club to another with sums that all have at least 7 digits, when there are still people starving.) But I really got into it this time and my Facebook wall has been poisoned with all kinds of statuses regarding the matches, with me shouting my opinion without knowing what I was babbling about. Being in The Netherlands when they got this far was kinda amazing. The excitement in the air was almost strong enough to taste. I got myself a genius (YES, utterly genius) orange, glittery top hat and cheered like hell.

And then went into mourning when they lost to Spain. I just feel sorry for the guys whose football career is over, and I just can’t stand men crying. Especially not when they are balding and dressed in orange. They fought, the lost and they wept. Luckily it’s just a game and not war.

Poor Wesley. Luckily his girlfriend Yolanthe is voted sexiest woman in the Netherlands and they're marrying this Sunday. She'll cheer him up. Yo & Wes 4 Evah!

 

Ow, and when we were at Ikea yesterday I got bored with choosing lamps and decided to steal those cute little pencils. I got a few.

Sell them on Ebay? Hell yeah!

Now I really gotta sleep since I'm expected at work at 10 o'clock tomorrow and thats is early. For me. Ow shut up. Life is tough.

CAPS-LOCK-LOVE

HELLO

I'M SORRY BUT I\M EXCITED LIKE HELL. IF YOU ARE DUTCH RIGHT NOW, AND IF YOU ARE NOT PREPARED TO WATCH THE FINAL IN THE WC TONIGHT, YOU SHOULD STAND IN A CORNER AND BE ASHAMED. 20.30 WATCH THE NETHERLANDS BEAT SPAIN. BE AMAZED. LOVE THE SPORT. AND ENJOY THE GAME.

TOMORROW I'M BACK HOME, AND I'LL BE BACK THEN, WITH A FULL REPORT ABOUT THESE LAST FEW WEEKS.

BE PATIENT LITTLE ONES, AND IF YOU LOVE ME, WATCH THE GAME TONIGHT ^^

<3

It is friday the 2. of July, the day The Netherlands beat Brasil at football.

I lied two days ago. A friend asked me why I haven’t blogged for a while, and I told her that it was because the internet here at my grandma’s house is too slow. The internet IS slow, but not too slow. Sorry, my dear, but the real answer is that I haven’t felt the... the... (For lack of a better word) urge. I know, I should be taken prisoner and locked in a dark basement with the only thing to watch Oprah and the only think to eat Brussels sprout, but it is not my fault. Sry. Instead of writing I have read. 3 books since Sunday, and I’m currently halfway in the next book, Eat, Pray, Love. I totally recommend it.
And you know what, it’s not like haven’t tried to blog lately. I’ve opened a Word document, typed two sentences and then deleted them. Several times. But my mind has been fluttery like a butterfly this last week and the days have gone by in a sunfilled blur. But because of my love for you, stranger, I have dragged myself in front of my PC and am typing the words away. Or is it maybe because I’m bored, and unable to move because of an gigantic (And I’m talking lobster colour) sunburn on my back. You know sometimes I wish we females didn’t have those two blobs in front of our chest. (I googled a picture for you.) When men are sunburned on their back, they just take of their shirt for a couple of days and keep smearing after sun. Poor little me, with my blobs, has to wear a friggin BRA and T-shirt and it HURTS. It is tight, it’s supposed to be tight, and it HURTS. Imagine how wonderful easy it would be if we could just take off our clothes and wander free, with blobs jumping around. Like Eve. That’s how God meant it to be. But NOOOO. If I try that (I haven’t, I’m not that free spirited and proud) people stare and point and I get tickets. Where are the feminists when you need them?
(I had way too much fun googling these pictures. Maybe I’m a closet lesbian. My lesbian self is in a tight little closet in the dustiest corner of my mind, and she is planning to break out. But I trust that my love for Orlando Bloom, male hands and skirts will save my hetero self.)