Thoughts of a Viking

Fly me a river

Tried to gather song-lyrics with the word cry in them, to then exchange the word cry with fly.
The only artist that has managed to have the lyrics changed, with coherence remaining, is as a matter of fact Prince, the king of gay-dwarven music.
Well done Prince!

To fly, fly me a river
fly me a river-er
fly me a river
fly me a river-er, yea yea

- Justin Timberlake

And if you want to talk about it once again,
On you I depend. I'll fly on your shoulder.
You're a friend.

- James Blunt

Could you fly a little
Lie just a little
Pretend that your feeling a little more pain
I gave, now I'm wanting
Something in return
So fly just a little for me

-Mandy Moore

Don't you fly tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you fly tonight
Don't you fly tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you fly tonight

- Guns n' Roses

How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold?
Maybe I'm just to demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father, to bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves fly

- Prince

*applaud*

verisimilar smiles

I took a test over at bbc.co.uk about telling a part real smiles from fake smiles. The test displayed about 20 video-recorded smiles where the entire face of the subjects would be visible. It was then up to you to choose true smiles from false.

It was actually quite easy and I scored 20/20, you should Check it out yourself and see how good you are at judging smiles!

Shopping

When in Rome for four days during July, two of these days were wisely spent on shopping.
Here are pictures of my sister and me at the end of the two mentioned days, note that there are NEW shoppingbags spread over the bed for each day.
Day one Approx 7+ hours shopping

Day two Approx 9+ hours shopping

Special thanks to our little brother Torstein that patiently tagged along. Skjalg would get thanks as well, but he shopped for more than I did.
I only posted this in pure protest to them chicks that claim they are "Hardcore shoppers", I have a special message for them as well:
Go Home Suckers!! HAGHAGAHAGAHAHA! You Can Never Beat me!

Meet Jamontigo!

As I came out of the shower I noticed there was left a huge cardboard box on my doorstep. I unwrapped it curiously.
The logo on it indicated it contained flowers! And never in my life have I received flowers from anyone but my mother, so this came as quite a surprise!

Even more surprisingly came Jamontigo! Because it was not just a flower, it was a plant! A wonderful plant with a big red flower!

I placed him next to my sofa in my new room, right underneath the stereo where he could listen to Ralph Myerz & The Jack Herren Band with me. I named him Jamontigo.
Today I took Jamontigo out for a walk in the garden and repotted him properly.

When I came back from shopping he had left me a note on my bed that said:

So I moved Jamontigo so he could live on the opposite end of the sofa, where there would be no attic-door that would make him cold. Now he lives together with my four favourite pairs of shoes, and he can see me all the time, so he doesn't feel neglected in a corner, because plants often are, he told me.

Suddenly it's not so lonely up in the attic anymore!
<3