Email full of words.

So I got this email the-day-before-yesterday. It was an interesting email. An interesting moment to get that email. One of those you don’t expect but is surprisingly fun. You know, like ice cream as dessert when your dad told you that you’d get gross outdated strawberry yogurt with chunks. The email said that I ought to blog. I want to, I should, but I’m just going to go with the oldest cliché in the history of the interwebs; I've had no time. Or rather I haven’t made time. You know. But this stranger/person/dude told me that I’d better make time or I’d die a slow painful dead. Nonono, that is not true, don’t worry, it’s not like I’m being threatened or something. It actually said that I would ride on a sparkly rainbow on the back of a pink unicorn with an infinite amount of chocolate in my backpack, if I blogged. But I like you thank you stranger human somewhere out there, I like you and look, I blogged! You have incredible persuasion skills.

Soooo. It’s summer! My summervacation has been going on for a little more than a week now, and it feels like 2 seconds. Luckily I have 7 more to go. (Weeks not seconds, LOLLOLLOL) My plans? Well on the 14th of July I’m off with the car, train and plane, to the UK where me and my bud Robin are going Interrailling (I invented that verb.) through England, Wales and Scotland! The ticket is bought, the hostels are booked and the money is currently being earned. I’ve found some awesome free music and theatre festivals and even though she is not a hardcore HP fan, I’ll find a way to see the laaaaaast movie anyways.... : )

Did you guys see JK Rowling’s big announcement? It was kind of... disappointing? At first I was like: Yay! Pottermore! Sounds FUNFUNFUN, like Rebecca Black would have sung! But then I went: Wait? What? And this ''HUH? feeling'' spread. Because of my problem with finding the right words I’ll now direct you to Nerimons video, cause what he says is true.

Sumah vacation

Hello world, how’ve you been?

FIRST: I aced my exam. Yes I got a 6 the equivalent of an American A! I’m not usually one to brag, but I worked my ass off making sure that I’d get a good grade, and when the exam went smoothly and they told me that I got a 6, my heart jumped up with pride. The exam lady said that my English was fluent, the intonation was right and natural, that I’d answered all the questions correctly and that she didn’t detect one grammar mistake in the whole 30 minutes I spoke. That makes me happy.

But that means that finally, after weeks of waiting and longing, my summer vacation has started! I usually feel like I’m too school for cool, but I guess that’s switched around now and darling, hold on to your panties and get ready, because it is summer time! Yeah, that’s right, Marieke’s summer vacation has started. I am extremely excited right now at the beginning, I’ll probably be busy interrailling somewhere in the middle and I hope to be nice n’ brown by the end of it. Two months baby, two months of freedom, eating ice cream, washing salty sea water out of your hair, treating your sunburns, hanging with friends, sweating in the clouds of hotdogsmoke behind the counter of Statoil and just as Rebecca Black would say it; funfunfun! :D (I’m usually a bit against smileys in blogposts, but it is summmmmmmeeeeeer!)

I know this song is SO last summer, but I love it, so please listen :) There, you got another smiley, I hope you are grateful.

That is my favourite live version and because I’m freaky like that I’ll give the best illustrated version too.

Hiatus

Don’t ask me how it went at school on Thursday, because I don’t want to talk about it. I’m now officially on hiatus until Thursday when I’m hoping my nerves have settled down and I will be able to get a normal night of sleep again.

Now. A picture that made me laugh.

About nerves and THE REST OF MY LIFE.

Right now I am in some kind of pre-nervous breakdown state, gobbling delicious frozen grapes and watching Desperate Housewives like a mindless zombie. Tomorrow it all goes down. Tomorrow is the day THE REST OF MY LIFE WILL BE DECIDED. Okay, that was a bit melodramatic. It is my nerves. You see in Norway we have a crazy exam system, I’m not gonna explain it because it is weird and difficult and unnecessary and you’ll get ored. (I left out the b for you amusement.) Basically, there are 120 students in the second year of my school, and about 95 of them are done with school right now and can start partying, while us 25 or so others have another week of school. Yeah, unfair. And stupid. But anyways, there are 5 subjects I can have my oral exam in; my dream-subject is English (guaranteed A or B) my horror-subject is Spanish (No comprendo. Soy un perdedor. Taco. Margharita. That is all the Spanish I speak.)

And tomorrow at nine o’clock, I’ll get to know in which subject I have my oral exam. I’ll probably cry. And then die. And then I’ll buy one of the last chocolate muffins still left in the school canteen and get to work, because I’m nailing this exam baby.

I like this song. Spread the word.

A thing that annoys me about my fellow human beings:

I hate how when you have an awesome pimple free face (Thank you good genes. Although, you owe me after how you botched up my bone structure.) but your having a bad day and have a accidental zit right in between your eyes, everyone has to point it out and comment upon it. Whereas those crater-faced teenagers, with ready-to-burst zits and black spots, are spared for the ridicule and can just go through their day on with their spotty faces. Next time you comment my poor zit, I will punch the pus out of yours. Bitch.

When I struggle, I ramble.

I’m horrible at forced writing. Not a joke. If I can write about whatever, in whatever style I want, with spelling mistakes and my own words, I can write for pages, but at school; nada. I always struggle with the tasks, and that often results in me playing minesweeper on my computer for a half or a whole hour, and then stressing my ass off, trying to write a decent essay. This weird trick works for me, but I don’t recommend it. Anyways, last English preliminary exam, I decided after 40 hours of swiping mines that I needed to loosen up my writing fingers. So I wrote whatever came to mind. And that resulted in this:



I know nothing to write about. Nada. I hate the tasks, they are way too complicated for me and my pea brain. Nom that is not true, I don’t have a pea brain but I do have a stupid mind, which can’t wrap itself around things that I don’t care about. Ammmrghd. Difficult. I have to write something because I have to answer the task if I want a 6 or an A, if you want. But it is seriously hard. I hate having to write about things that I can’t write about, it is like trying to find the light switch in a dark room and not succeeding. I’m always looking, looking, looking, grasping wrong and then in the end I end up half outside the door with a C and a horrible average. Idiotic tasks. The teacher doesn’t come up with these herself I know that, but she could have made them more fun? Right? Rocked them up a bit? That is not that much to ask for, right? MAN, I really have to write something sensible now, because I have been sitting staring at my screen and keyboard for about half an hour now, and I’m wasting time. I hate wasting time. I hate these tasks. I hate having to write formal. I like writing nonsense, it is comfortable and cool as cucumber. Okay. I’m starting now. Now. Like right now. Yeah, I don’t know anything. I need a breather. Where is the friggin teacher when you need her? She complimented me just yesterday about my amazing quality of writing. About me having such a fluent way of writing English. Pleasant, she said. Yeah, thank you very much ma’am but that doesn’t help me when you have such horrible tasks. Seriously, I don’t even understand half of them, and I know a lot off words. A lot. Not as many as Darren Criss but I’m like, close. Okay, okay, okay, breathe Marieke. You are going to get through this, just breathe and try to remember some formal sentences. Breathe. Good girl. One more. Or eat your banana. That should do the trick. Okay, eating my banana, now. Eating banana. It’s a tiny banana. Banana is eaten. One task is complete. OMG, the blonde guy sitting beside me just started taking notes or something. He is working. He knows what to write about. Help me, dead-god, I’m dying over here. I need another banana. No luck there either, apparently I just took one with me. I’ll just keep writing. Hopefully it will loosen up my mind and thoughts and heart and brain and hands and fingers and everything. Keep writing. Keeping writing. Lalalala. I will survive. I guess. Breathe.

I went all technical and nerdy, so if you want to read more click here...

A dilemma

What do you do when you get some funeral flowers from your crazy neighbour but live in a small basement apartment with two other poor students and own absolutely no vases? You get creative.

Who’d thought that us semi-alcoholic teens could use our leftover bottles (We are still unable to figure out where we have to get rid of the glass bottles so we have plenty…) for decorating? Admit it, it looks kind of… groovy.