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.