Life is short, eat desert first

Aaaand I passed the 1000 mark! ^^ Congrats to me! You can applaud now. *bowing* Thank you.

This week I...

Some things in life are bad

They can really make you mad

Other things make you swear and curse.

When you're chewing on life's gristle

Don't grumble, give a whistle

And this'll help things turn out for the best...

Always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the light side of life

Fixed our bathroom. (Almost) alone!

I've maked a succesfull homemade pizza with my roommate.

Pimped my fake All Stars with pink laces.

Laughed so much that my stomach muscles hurt.

Ate 3 filled chocolate eggs. And got noxious.

And the wrapper.

Sometimes I wish the world was black and white.

Apparently I'm Miss Positivo, because coming up with things I love was much easier...

Marieke loves

The smell of old books. Smiles. Musicals- Own opinions. The sparkle in his eyes. Weird music. Cool posters. Funny signs. Balloons. Martial Arts. The colour orange. My green backpack. French. Chocolate. Strange websites. Candles. Calendars. Freshly-washed hair. Baking. Cushions. Brown hair. Dresses. The word flabbergasted. People being flabbergasted. Bracelets. Nail polish. Lip balm. DVD's. Love. Waving. Cold glasses of water on hot days. Perfume. Dancing to loud music without thinking. Lists. Talking. Hats Making my own ice tea. Snow. My ring. Curls. Doodling. Funny shaped mirrors. Cuteness. Money. Everything british. Green lemonade. Being sassy. All stars. Old fashioned coats. Hands. Compliments. Miss Marple. Blinking. Pretty decorated cupcakes. Wall paintings. Pictures. Memories. Flowers. Hugs. Horoscopes. Art. Spontaneous singing. Crying and laughing at the same time. You.

Marieke hates

The smell of burned food. Ignorance. Sweat. Cleaning bathrooms. Bopring classes. Alarm bells. Melted snow. Olives. Laughing at people. Too little sleep Violence. Cigarettes and their smell. Broken glass. Wet socks. Dust. Early mornings. Riding buses. Waiting on bus stops for buses. Red eyes and a sticky face after crying. Washing dishes. Cold hands. Blushing. Hair that does stuff I don't want it to do. Hospitals. Impoliteness. Belts. Headaches. Laundry baskets. Wannabe's. Brown plants. Dark clouds. Graveyards. Clichès. Pimples. Dry lips. Bickering. Throwing up. The way they laugh at me. My Ipod without battery.

Viruses. Plastic bags. Back problems. Nagging. Open flies. Bugs. Stupid love stories. Shivering. Nail biting. Bruises. Sexism.

You.

Bianca: There is a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.

Chastity: But I love my Skechers.

Bianca: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

10 things I hate about you

My brains are frozen

I just WALKED home! Yeah, you read it right, I WALKED. It is a honderd thousand minus degrees and I lost the feeling in my limbs. The only thing I had to thrust upon was my skarf and its woolen power. I kept breathing into it to keep it warm. That didn't work, and when I got up here there was ice on it. I even tried to do a idiotic little dance once in a while. It took 40 minutes. Fuck Norway. With my Ipod on full volume and my hands deep in to my pockets, I tried to ignore the feeling of people staring at me, but that didn't work either. Warlocks ... everywhere. I guess I've watched too much Charmed.

You should never let the sun set on tomorrow, before the sun rises today

So you're standin' on the ledge

It looks like you might fall

It's so far down

Or maybe you were thinkin' about jumpin'

So you're walkin' on the edge

And you wait your turn to fall

But you're so far gone

That you don't see the hands upheld to catch you

And you could find the fault

In the heart that you've been handed

For though you cannot fly

You're not content to crawl

Nine Days - If I am

The most played song on my Ipod. I love boybands. We've got a geography test tomorrow, and all I've done is read once through... Hm. Maybe I should stop watching Charmed and get back to reading. Nah, one more episode...

And people say that I have to take my education more serious?!

I'm getting old

I'm a saver. I keep little notes, tickets, pictures and anything else to remember the good times. I'm cleaning out my room, and I realize that I'm clinging to the past. I have piles of little things that seem unimportant, but that mean too much to me to throw them away. Examples?

- A note from my niece written on a notepad from my old workplace, telling me how much she loves me. I had to work a lot that summer, and we both missed spending time with eachother.

- A ticket from the Raske Menn show I was going to on 28 nov. 2007. It's slightly yellow and fragile, but I still have it. I wasn't going that night, because I had been to Førde the whole day and I still had to write a essay. But my friends called me just before they were leaving and convinced me. It was great and I didn't even care that I ended up writing a whole essay in bed after midnight.

- A hand made Harry Potter card from a dear friend, a girl who has worked here for 3 summers and is kind of a part of the family. She has put pictures of both of us on it, and the text on the back is written in Norwegian. She is dutch. The thought of the trouble she has gone through makes me smile.

- A hand written letter from my mum's niece inviting me to her wedding and to read the ''wedding declaration'' after the wedding. I was to young to be her witness, so. I was present when she re-met her old boyfriend whos he hadn't seen in 20 years. They were both at the same time in Bergen and we ran into them. It was like a movie or a tv show. It's weird tot think about that if we hadn't gone to teh other side of the bay to get an ice-cream they wouldn't have reunited. Maybe there is a God.

- A little dreamcatcher I bought in Netherlands when I was 9 or something. It is insanely little. I didn't have much money and the big ones were expensive. It used to hang besides my bed, and I developed a habit of twisting and turning it before I went to sleep. I don't know how many times have asked me to shut up with the tingling.

Enough examples? I got plenty. I feel like an old catlady, hanging on to her past through small things. And I'm 16. I need help.

I'm cleaning out my room because my parents are remodeling the whole attic. Which is great, but it makes me kind of sad to. I hate having to pack, probably a little thing I got from the move. I don't like the thought of not sleeping here anymore. Everything that happend here, all the laughter, tears and plotting. The secrets that were shared, the ones that everyhone understood but that were never spoken out loud. I've redecorated this room a thousand times, I have spilled blood, food and drink over the floor. I've stomped when I was angry to annoy my parents, I have shouted out the window to the drunk villagers on party nights and I've watched the rain and the stars and the threes getting abused by raging storms. I have climbed up the emergency ladder on the side, both for kicks and to put my salty towel out to dry after jumping in the fjord. All the family members and friends that I ahve shared this room with and everyone who entered it and were shocked by the spash of colour they walked into. My wallpainting that I spend a weekend on, my closet with it's chalkboard doors and the ancient tv that never worked when we actually wanted to watch a movie, but that produced scary noises when it was supposed to be off.

I'll miss this room and I'm finding it difficult to pack 6 years into boxes.