I’m a packing genius.

Seriously. My suitcase is light like a feather, and I’m even carrying with me some makrell i tomat and leverpostei for someone. I guess I’ve found out some kind of mathematical thingamabob over the years, which calculates the amount of clothes I need + the ones I’m gonna buy – the things I WANT to take with me but AINT going to wear = Voila, an awesomely, easy-to-drag-behind-you suitcase!

Before I am gone for the next 11 days I have a little rant for you. I know some of you are going to hate me, but so be it.

Okay, so, you know what type of boy I DONT like?

The artistic, skinny-jeans wearing, hipster boys, who wear fake nerd glasses, have cuts (Either side- or under-. Here is a Tumblr of artistic people showing of their undercuts. Blegh.) and walk around like they own the whole damn place. Here in Norway those types usually consider English their second mother-tongue, and comment EVERYTHING on facebook with clever little (stupid) comments. In English. They don’t play any sports, but consider their computer their free time activity.

And they annoy the crap out of me.

Example: Cameron from the Glee project. Everybody loved him, but I just found him a bit.... annoyingly ‘’different.’’

(Okay, maybe I’m just a jealous, but they really get on my nerves. Sorry, hipster-lovers!)

 

Okay, so that was that, I'm off to the Netherlands soon! See you Internet world.

Asher Book! Yeah, BOOK!

Sometimes there is only ONE thing that can make your day better. After you’ve come home from your school day, brains fried from the overload of useless information and mouth soar from exchanging gossip with your friends, there is one thing that helps. It is not chocolate, the soft sofa and not even (sorry to break this to you folks) the listening ear from your parents. It is something else. You will find it once you’ve turned on the tv. They are unreachable. They are beautiful. They are the sugar that makes the world go round. They are… The Celebrity boys! We all know them. We all love them. And, my darling, they are everywhere. When you are down, depressed, suicidal and craving something that doesn’t disappoint you, they will cheer you up. They’ll be there, in movies and tv shows, listening to you, quoting Shakespeare and doing romantic things. Sure, they do them for those anorexic bitches on tv, but I’m sure they’ll do them for you too. Today there is a new episode of the *tatatataaa* DroolDrawer! Drink in the sexy gorgeousness!

Okay, so this pretty dude is called Asher Book. Yeah. BOOK! Marieke Brock Book. Mrs. Book. Perfect name for me! :D

He is 23, American and an actor. He played in Fame, a couple of episodes of Parenthood and some sappy movie called Come Away Home which is described as being ‘’a movie that goes back to traditional values and a simpler life’’ Ugh. He also guest-rolled in Zoey 101, only my favourite daytime tv comedy show when I was 13!

According to IMDB he likes to tweet and to ‘’visit the Church.’’ Hmm, sorry dude, not so much anymore.  

Video from Fame.

Okay, I like him again.

 

Apparently he is also the lead singer in the boyband V factory (!!) OMG, VIDEO.

Yeah, that is pretty bad. Poor Asher.

Did YOU feel the earth quiver on sunday?

You know how when you fall down the stairs and it hurts? Well, I accidentally did that Sunday night and it hurted like there was no tomorrow. Seriously, picture me screaming bloody murder, tears everywhere, crouched and the bottom of the stairs. It kind of broke me a little bit. I’m healing, but you shouldn’t touch me, because there are bruises ev-ry-whe-re. Stairs are evil. That’s why I want slides in my future house. Slides to get down and elevators to get up. Preferably those cool, little chair elevators that old people get to use. I gotta go pack now, but I’ll be back. At 9 o’clock-ish. Uhuuh....

This video has stairs in it. And some sweheet dancemoves.

IT IS SATURDAY NIGHT

Hello. It is Saturday night, 23.18, 24th of October and I’m at home, in Lavik. Yesterday I was... Partying? Drinking? in Førde and I’m feeling the lack of sleep. Yesterday I apparently was Marieke-Mean-Drunk. I pushed a skinny friend of mine, who has some kind of muscle/bone disease down. And then I laughed. *Pause for dramatic effect and so you can hate me for the awful person I am.*



I’m in one of our big red chairs in the living room, with my laptop in my lap and a glass of coke in my hand. (As it should be according to the how-to-treat-your-computer-rules...) My dad just walked in, carrying our tv and my little bro is in another chair with his laptop. In his lap. With a glass of something. My mom is fixing my new coat; little sister is camping in the rain somewhere. I just wrapped her present. Tomorrow its little-sister-birthday, hopefully some driving the car with my parents and then back to Førde again. Weekends fly.

Glee weehee, tweetwee

Okay, so today it is the 20th of September and that meaaaaaaans.... A new Glee episode! Or, in the USA at least, which will be early in the morning tomorrow for me. So I’m watching it tomorrow probably, but the 20th is still, technically, Glee season 3 day! ^^

To all your dear Glee fans, and maybe some idiotas who haven’t watched it yet but SHOULD.

My favourite Glee episode:

(Just a warning; I tried to link to proper songs with the proper videos, but most of them are blocked in Norway, because Fox sucks, so you get a couple of bad quality, edited versions. Sorry, but I’m mad about it too.)

Definitely Original Song. Because of the originals song, ranging from the magnificent wonder Only Child to the oh-so-cool Loser Like Me (click that link if you want to learn Italian... or whatever), and of course my personal favourite, Hell to the No, which I have hand-picked to be the theme song of my life. Seriously when I’m walking through the beautiful city that is Førde, I listen to Mercedes’ singing and I feel awesome. I love how we finally got a Klaine kiss in the episode, and the Warblers kickass version of Raise Your Glass. Love the song, love Darren Criss, perfect combo. The emotional scene between Rachel and Quinn by the piano tugs my heartstrings every time. Then we are left with the awesome Trouty Mouth, the look on Sue’s face when the crowd goes wild for Loser Like Me and Lea Michele’s showcasing her amazing pipes with Get It Right. And of course the total thrill of having New Directions perform at Regionals, which makes my heart go wee. The crazy drunk lady presenting the jury’s verdict was the cherry on the cake though.

I would’ve absolutely loved to have got to see the Glee cast and their voices in Glee Live this summer, but sadly I live in Norway, and Norway is in the outer skirts of the world. Like way out. I’ve heard that Americans apparently think that we have ice bears walking the streets over here, so Ryan Murphy wouldn’t have send those guys up here in case those ‘’ice bears’’ felt especially American-hungry.

Whining

Hi. Okay, I’m going to be honest. I just wrote my goodbye post. I wrote why I was quitting, made a ‘’non-active’’ header and was about two seconds away from posting it, when I decided to check my blogger stats for the last week. Just to see if people were actually visiting. And they were. I’m just going to put this out there; this last week, when I haven’t been posting, actually, when I’ve been away without internet, there have been at least 100 page clicks every day. Yes. I’m not bragging, I’m just stating. That must mean that I’m doing something right, if people actually CHECK every day even though no-one COMMENTS.

That promptly changed my mind. I’m blogging. I love it, I’ve been doing it on and off for about three (!) (I just surprised myself!) years and it is still something I like doing. So there. I was as honest as I can be. Now I have to get back to tomorrows religion test.

No hard feelings. You guys are awesome.

Remember the Double Dream Hands? Well I just found out that there is one for you feet too!

Dude's fucking amazing.