About wanting.

Hi, my name is Marieke and I have a blog but I want a Tumblr. I also already have a new 20 days lined up. I want to post a picture spam of Darren Criss and get away with it. I want to get one of those healthy ass thin bodies but I also want to eat a litre of ice-cream with chocolate sauce and melted Snickers on top. I want to change my facebook profile picture. I want my driver’s licence before I’m 18 and a day. I want pretty plucked eyebrows. I wanna be a starship ranger. I want to own more fun summery dresses, I want a pair of new converse. I want them in both bright green and yellow. I want to put this up at our school

and have people like it. I want the best grades, but I also want to not have to work too hard. I want sunny weather, but I don’t want it getting too hot. I want a silent bed. I want to be bald for just one day, I want to be a guy for just one day, I want to be one of those girls with tiny boobs for just one day and then I want to be transformed back to myself. I want season seven of Charmed too. I want pretty nail polish. I want some patience. And extra intelligence and wit and charms. I want money on my cell phone so that I can send text messages and call people in case I chop off my finger or something. I want a car and be able to drive it. I want the world on a string. I want to find a new word for the word ’’want’’ because now I have used it so much that it doesn’t make sense to me anymore.

This is my ‘’I want it now, or I am going to kick your ass, b to the eyotch’’-face.

Only my face is much cuter. You know so the unsuspecting victim is vulnerable when I rip their nose off.

To clean your palette after that INTENSE 30(+) days, have a drool.

I am a freak. You know, I keep trying not to eat sugary things and to think of carbs as the enemy instead of a cosy friend in troubled times but I do still like to look at delicious things. Especially as have become interested in decorating cupcakes and making brownie-inside-cookies-cookies, I have been looking around for cool recipes and inspirational pictures. The Drool Dream for what you would like to eat, but can’t because of the totally horrible thing called being healthy. So get yourself a napkin and get drooling! :D

30 days – An afterthought

Okay, so I kind of completed 30 days. I skipped two days, and the rest of the days were kind of scattered all around the place. But all in all, I think it made me a better blogger. Sobsob, crycry, this experience was amazing, it chaaaaanged my life. No it didn’t but it was pretty cool. I guess it tested my planning skills and fantasy. Some things were tough to write about, some were easy, and some were rushed in the middle of the night. But I can’t say that I’m not happy to be done with it. So from now on its regular blogging again, once every few days or twice a day or just whenever I feel like it. You know, Marieke-style.

Anyways, so I guess that was it. I’ll leave the 30 days tag over there in the sidebar, so whoever wants to follow my crazy 30 day experience can do that. You know, if anyone ever wants to laugh at a complete tragedy.

The ones I skipped: Day nineteen – Something you regret

Another hard one. I’m just so bad at choosing something to write about, because I guess I regret a lot of things. Or maybe the problem is that I don’t regret one big thing but just a bunch of small, unimportant ones that I don’t remember. I’m 17 for gosh sake, it’s not like I have given up a great job opportunity or lost the love of my life. Not yet anyways.

One of the things I regret is manhandling my phone. It’s one of those supah-cool slide phones and because of me being such a fool and dropping my phone all the time the slide-thingie is broken. The two parts of the phone are kind of falling apart from each other. And now the guy at the store says that it maybe doesn’t go under the warranty. That means I have to pay. A lot. Just to fix my phone that I haven’t had for even a year. I’m a saver, so I have money, but I want new converse shoes and a mirror reflex camera and I want money to eat this summer when we’re Interrailing through Great Britain. So I don’t want to spend it on my stupid phone.

[Insert image of broken phone here]

(You have no picture of your broken phone, dummy, because your phone is broken and the guy took it.)

(Also you would have had to take a picture of your broken phone with the camera on your broken phone because your other digital camera is acting like a beyotch.)

(BTW, I have to use an ANCIENT nokia in the meantime and I'm already mad at that one to.)

(FML)

The ones I skipped: Day nine – Your beliefs

I love talking about religion. I find they way it influences people, and their actions interesting. Religion is this big thing and it affects everyone, even the atheists. It is part of our culture and legacy. It’s important to learn about religion and its different branches. I like discussing religion, even though I know that it is one of those no-no conversation subjects, but I think that when it is all in good humour, it can be very interesting. My problem is that I am a bit too blunt sometimes and can even end up offending people even though I don’t mean to.

But I am quite clear on my own beliefs. I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe that there is some... person up there, who made us, made this world and decides our faith. When people pray I don’t believe that there is someone up there listening. I think that when we die, we die and we are dead, not angels, not inhabitants of either hell or heaven, we don’t change into other people or animals or toilet paper, but we are dead. I believe that life is just one big chemical process, and that there are a hundred thousand different planets out there with humans on them. I believe in evolution and science and common sense (Sorry if that offended you, but hey, it’s my opinion.)

Look, I respect religion. You can believe what you believe, just don’t shove it in my face, you know. No pressuring, no bothering me when I’m just outside being me, no flyers in the mail or videos sent to my Youtube account. But I honestly think churches are beautiful and should be taken care of, because even though I’m not religious myself, it is still a part of my culture too. It really seems so nice to have something to believe in, to trust your future and to have a bunch of people you share your opinions with. But I just can’t do that, it makes no sense to me. You can say that I haven’t been ‘’saved by the lord’’ but I like living like this.

I guess that is it. The truth. My beliefs. I don’t like calling myself an atheist because I don’t WANT to rule out everything, but I just can’t get the idea to be sane in my little pea brain. I’m a Mariekeist.

The ones I skipped; Day five - Your definition of love

I was mainly three things this weekend; Sagrada Familia (creds to Ingunn for asking me how Sagrada Familia I was Monday night! Ingunn, babe, you made my... minute!), tired and happy. I guess that is a good one.

Day 05 – Your definition of love.

My definition of love is: To want someone else’s good before your own. Examples:

The way I feel about my friends and family. I guess. (But just when they give me presents.) (I have a birthday coming up in like 4 months, I want a car. Start saving.)

My mom washing my 15 year old brother’s boxers.

Lily Potter giving her life instead of her son’s, thereby protecting him with some bladiebla-latin curse.

The look in my lunatic teachers eyes when he talked about maths.

Old people holding hands. I should get creeped out by it, because, you know, senior citizen sex, but I usually think it’s cute.

Today’s blog post by the lovely Color Me Katie.

A lot of stuff on weheartit and pinterest.

Aaaaaaand now I’m out of words.

About being ALL UP I YOUR GRILL and overwhelmed-ness

Yeah, so after being ALL UP IN YOUR GRILL with my blogposts these last 3 weeks decided that I needed some days off. Off duty, off writing, off the internet. I’m also smack-bang in the middle of a very fun and very Sagrada Familia 5 day weekend, and then looking at a blindingly white Word document is just not very helpful. I expect you to understand. To cushion the blow, watch this youtube video. It will make you happy.



Tonight birthday party, tomorrow the Norwegian Constitution Day celebration stuff and then it’s back to school and oral exams. So I’ll speak you on Wednesday.

Day thirty - What you had for breakfast today (OMG, are you happy to be finished or what?)

(Blogger flipped so this is the same post as yesterday...Hopefully it works this time :P)

Today (Which was really yesterday...) I had the same for breakfast that I have every schoolday for breakfast. A bowl of instant microwave oatmeal with some sugar and a glass of water (or orange juice if I remember to buy it.) I’ve eaten this every day for months and... it works! I’ve always been a bad breakfast eater, I’m usually nauseous and cranky in the morning, so the last thing I can handle is having to butter dry slices of bread, put something ‘’healthy’’ on them and then try to force them down my own throat. But the oatmeal is exactly filling enough to keep me going until lunch. Sure, sometimes I don’t have the time to eat all of it, but something is better than nothing right?

I googled you a nice picture because my camera still doesn't love me and my pea rain didn't rememer the fact that I actually can take pictures with my phone.

Man, seriously, I thought these 30 days would never finish, that I’d just be stuck in this endless loop of log posts and trying to come up with something smart to write every day. I’m not nearly finished of course, I have 5 days I skipped, and that I will post the next days. My reader stats have been going through the roof, so stay tuned for the big finish!

Day twentynine – Your aspirations

Skipped another day. Let’s not talk about it.

Day 29 – Your aspirations.

First: What does aspiration mean? Definition: A strong desire to achieve something high or great and an object of such desire.

Okay, that is clear.

So let’s make a list, shall we?

- I want a happy life. I don’t need money, I don’t need fame, I don’t even need to live in some fairytale bliss, I just want to be happy. Normally happy. Satisfied, really.

- I want a good job. A job that is fun and exciting and challenging and where I can use my strengths (Eating chocolate while gossiping about celebrities) and one where I won’t get bored. I of course want to earn money too, not loads of money, because I wouldn’t know what to do with it, but certainly enough to live a normal life.

- I want to write a book. A good book. One that people like. I don’t need to write it now, but I want to write it sometime in the future. Not because I have a amazing kick-ass idea, but because I just always have ideas floating around my head and I should really work them into proper books a la Twilight. Haha, not no really, if I am going to write a book it is going to be level Inkheart. I’d say Harry Potter but let’s not get to ambitious, right?

- I want to break the world record of eating some amount of chocolate in some time. I’m in hard training so I’ll be reaching that goal soon. (You know that is not true? I haven’t bought chocolate in nearly two weeks. Hardcore dieting baby.)

Day twetyseven – The content of your freezer

I TOOK PICTURES I SWEAR BUT MY MUY STUPIDO CAMERA DOESN’T WORK AND I GOT MAD AND NOW I DON’T EVEN CARE ANYMORE BECAUSE I PROBABLY DELETE THE PROGRAMME WE HAVE TO USE AND OMG, I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF NOW.

IN OUR FREEZER WE HAVE BREAD AND SMOOTHIE FRUIT BAGS AND MEAT, A LOT OF MEAT, LIKE LADY GAGA MEAT DRESS, CHEESE AND GRAPE POPSICLES, BABY, A LOT OF THEM. AND ICECUBES, LET’S NOT FORGET THE ICE CUBES FOR OUR FROZEN STRAWBERRY MARGADAQUIRIES.

I’M AT RAAAAAGE. DOES IT SHOW?

THIS REMINDS ME OF THE TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS SPRING AND WENT OUTSIDE AND THEN IT HAILED AND I WAS ANGRY.

Day twentysix – Your fears.

Well, one of my fears is this scenario.

Time. I am afraid of time. Because it is keeps ticking. I think it’s scary. Like this moment, right now, is already the past now. We are born and we die and all the stuff in the middle is just stuff in the middle. We can get rich, we can have a million babies, we can save the world, we can even break the world record of stuffing marshmallows in our mouth, but eventually time is going to catch up with us and then we die. Our life is over. Our family and friends might remember us for a few generations, but after that we’ll probably be forgotten unless we get into the history books. Our graves will be emptied to make room for new dead people and that is the end of our existence. (I’m not religious, but more about that later.) Yes, I am afraid of time. I’m already 17 and it just really scares me that I'll never be 16 again. Or 12. Or 8. Or a baby. Those days are over, and I can barely remember anything that happened back then. The thought of experiencing and loving the things I do know, but that I won’t remember in a few years is just horrible. Man, am I even making sense? You get me right? I am 17 years old and I am already in a midlife crisis. I should grow a ponytail, get some awful tattoos and go cruising on route 66 with my motorcycle.

Other fears, ones that make more sense and make me look less like a freakshow, are blood, too-short-bitten-nails (It freaked me out when I was a nail-biter and it freaks me even more out now.) and more blood. I am not even one of those people who jumps from people popping up or from crazy costumes in movies, but I get really scared of blood. People bleeding, people making other people bleed, blood on the floor, on knives and gushing from wounds. Blood. It’s disgusting.

Day twentyfive - Your favourite thi-nothing.

‘’Ow, hey there. I’m fine. What? Wait, I have a blog? Really? And I am supposed to write every day for 30 days? Are you serious? For realz? Well, I guess I have to get writing then.’’

Day 25 – Your favourite things.

I’m bumping this one on the ‘’to do later’’ list, so I guess you have to wait until then. So. This is today’s blog. Deal with it. Smile.

Day twentyfour – Something that makes you cry

I’m quite a crybaby. I cry when I am really angry because usually when I am really angry, no-one understands me. I always cry when I get hurt, but that is just something chemical, my eyes just produce tears whenever I feel pain. I also tear up when people yell at me, or when I feel like I have let people down. I even cried when I read Mockingjay; the last book of the Hunger Games trilogy, but that was because the book was horrible and I wish I’d never read it. So basically I cry all day long.

The most recent thing that made me cry (And I’m not even embarrassed.) was this and it were tears of... happiness. I don’t know, but I was drugged down on Ibux and had smoothie in my hair, so maybe that was the biggest reason.

Anyways check out the website and remember to click the top stories button and read those because they’ll at least make you smile like a fool.

Anyways, at the time this is posted (Scheduled posts are love) I’ll be busy with my English preliminary exam, sooo, wish me good-English-thoughts! My teachers keeps telling me that I have to be more professional in my language, but I keep wanting to write in my own style and I’m sorry dude, but that is extremely not-professional.

Day twentythree – Something that makes you feel better

Nowadays this makes me feel better

Preferably in combination with this

If I’d ever saw one of these I’d probably die of pure joy. I seriously love the Harry Potter fandom.

I wanna share another video, so if you feel up to it, turn of your music (Spotify in other words. Do you have Spotify? I hope so, because it is pretty genius. But now they have this new rule where you can only listen to 10 hours of music a month. It is May 5 and I’m already down to 7 hours and 2 minutes. That officially blows.) and click here.

Day twentytwo – Something that upsets you.

Yeah. Uhm... Well, I’d... Uh... EHM. Aaarghw, you know what upsets me? The fact that I know nothing that upsets me. I mean, lots of things upset me, how the heck am I supposed to pick the best one? Impossible. Or impossible, as my French teacher would say.

But just to mention some things; One of the things that really upsets me is when people get bullied. I mean, really, really bullied. I have been bullied myself. Not for long, and certainly not to the point where I wanted to jump off a bridge or something, but it was long and tough enough to make me dread walking to school alone. And that is a feeling I’d never want to feel again; being 9 and being afraid of some stupid boys around the streetcorner. They didn’t even have a reason for bullying me; I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. As said, the bullying stopped pretty fast but even today, if I’d ever met one of those guys back home, I’d be as bitchy as can be.

But, to be honest, I am really one of those people who doesn’t get upset about things unless they happen close to home. Like, if someone told me that 6 out of 10 kids get bullied, I’d shrug, say that the world is going the wrong way and bring up my latest blooper. But when I see someone getting bullied or hear about a kid I know being bullied, it pulls my heartstrings.

Dude.

Fearless cat being fearless.

I'm sick. I have to eat something, but all I wanna eat are fish fingers and cheese schnitzels.

We have them in the freezer, and I am contemplating eating them. Maybe I shouldn’t. I’ll be back tomorrow. Blegh.

UPDATE: I made the fish fingers, and now I'm sitting here like som lunatic crazy sick person stuffing myself with them. And it's delicious.

Day twenty-one - Photo of the item you last purchased

Neeeeeeew header. I went original-teenage-blogger-style and put a picture of my face up there. This particular snapshot is from Kristin’s camera, and no it’s not zoomed in. She took this picture of me and a bunch of other people, pretending like I was the centre of the picture, but actually missing me as target. I remember her laughing at her evil geniusness, but I found out that this picture made a perfect header. The pixels are a bit f’d up, but I think me and Picasa did quite well on editing.

The last purchase I made was food so here

And jus d’orange

Then I made this

But we ate most of it

Then I made these

Yes baby, those are cookies with brownies in them

I can just feel your envy right now

We ate some of those too

The original recipe is here, please make it sometimes because they are delicious and really really cool.

Day twenty – Facts about you.

Facts, ey? First of all; I am awesome. There, we got that out of the way.

I turn EVERYTHING into a verb, an adjective or an adverb. Seriously. I am one of those people who ‘’USB’s’’ things (Hey, can you USB that movie to me?) and ‘’favourites’’ stuff (I totally favourited your video, it was so good!), but the last one is really YouTube’s fault. I also use ‘’googling’’ a lot, but everybody does that. Other examples: ‘’Who wants to go Zumba-ing with me?’’, ‘’Ow, I am so sick of your booknerdness’’ and ‘’Dude, I’m really looking forward to laundry-ing with you tomorrow’’. Why would you even use a normal word that kinda fits when you can just verbify/adjectify/adverbify a word to fit perfectly.

I tend to read over my little spelling mistakes when I'm writing, but once I've posted something I hate to have to change it. Let's call that laziness.

I like stalking blogs of people I know in real life. It’s true. If you have a blog, and I know about it, and I know who you are, I will read it. If it’s good, I’ll respect you a lot more, if it is stupid, I’ll laugh at you. But either way, I like to get to know people who I don’t really get to know in real life. Soooooo, please Facebook-personal-message (You see, that is totally not a verb in real life, I totally made it up, and you totally get me. Awesome.) me your blogs, and I’ll boost your reader stats.

I have a weird thing with my cheeks. You know how sometimes when you hear a REALLY good song or something is especially special, you get goose bumps? I’m not talking about the goose bumps when you are cold, but the ones when you are, for lack of a better and less cheesy word, touched. (Barf.) So, my point was that when I get those goose bumps, I get this freaky tingling in my cheeks. Like they are cold or warm or on a chocolate high or something. True but crazy ass story.

I asked my roommate and according to her a fact about me is that I am a celebrity addict. It’s true and I once wrote about in this post. Go read.

You want one more fact?

I am going to make a smoothie now.