Russe transportation

In the sixties (60s, haha, blind) the trend for driving around as a russ was introduced. In the beginning it was common to redo an old car, paint it red and write dirty things on it, while as now the trend has changed slightly.

While as russebiler (russ-cars) are still common in norway, russevans (russ-vans :p) and russebusser (russ-buses) have become more dominating, especially in the capital and surrounding area. The russ are now spending several thousand kroners on their russetid, anything from about 1.000,- to 30.000,- per person. People are going crazy and use millions to do a bus up to look like a top nightclub or to suit a concept.

For example this year there's a bus called The Homies who are being sponsored with 60.000,- to do a the Simpsons theme for their bus. There's the twin buses (one guy (Monstars) and one girl bus (Tunesquad)) that do a Space Jam concept. There's Das Uberknuller that do a german 80s music/eurovision concept, there's:

Tubbietown Tellytubby concept.
Rockering er. they dance, I think.
Encourage racing theme.
Trofé (Trophy) hunting/cabin concept.
Nostalgi Winter Olympics 1994.
Prestige Magic/illusion.
Scoop Ice cream!
The A-Team The TV series.
Attention Loudness.
Saligia the seven deadly sins.
Løslatt (set free) from jail/school.
Cherokee Indians!
Aviators.
Victoria Siempre the russian revolution.
TEE OFF golf theme.
Majestix - Asterix and Obelix theme.
Work it Handyman/carpenter concept.

Is it necessary to make a point out of this being cheesy? Either way, there's tons more as well! And you wont believe how much money they spend on these things. Crazy shit. I'm actually on a bus as well, but I'll tell you later. Whoop!

Russetiiid

In Norway we have the oddest tradition for our senior high school students. And actually, this tradition includes me this year!

Basically we dress up in red trousers(or blue/black/green depending on the subjects we're taking) and then drink and party for the better part of a month. This is called being a "russ", or having our "russetid" (russ-time). Usually our russetid lasts from May 1st to May 17th, though this year we start this friday (April 25th) and keep it going to the 17th. Yay!

So anyway. Like I said, this is tradition, which means a whole lot of strange things come with it. In addition to the trousers (which have our name and school-name on it (in addition to little drawings and jokes)) there's a hat that goes with it that has a very long string with a tassle at the end of it. Part of tradition is to do a lot of dares and if you do, you get to tie a knot or an item to the string. You have to have two other russ, three parents or a member of the russ-administrative board as a witness for it to be an approved knot. The dares varies from year to year, so I thought I'd show you some examples for this year:

§1 - KNOT
24 hours (86 400 seconds) without sleep
§5 - RULER
Sit underneath your desk an entire lesson
§8 - POPSICLE thingy (the stick that's left)
Go swimming outside before May 1st.
§43 - WINE CORK
Drink a bottle of wine in 20 minutes (warning, health hazard)
§60 - PARKING TICKET
Pay for an hour of parking downtown and occupy the lot with yourself and your three-wheeled bike
§76 - REFLECTIVE ITEM
Do a speed-limit control using a hair dryer and a reflective vest in a 30 km/h zone
§90 - PIECE OF ENVELOPE
Rent a Postman Pat-film and have a sip each time he changes gear and jolts
§95 - STICK/BRANCH
Sit in a tree an hour before school starts
§100 - KEEP YOUR RUSS-UNIFORM UNTIL NEXT YEAR
Fail your exams

If you happen to be Norwegian (or understand Norwegian) read them all here.

Anyway, there's loads more to it, but I'll just finish with a very famous russe - poem/song, that goes like this:

Chickelacke, chickelacke, show, show, show!
Bummelacke, bummelacke, bow, bow, bow!
Chickelacke, bummelacke, jazz bom bøh!
Julekake, julekake, hjembakt brød!

Spring!

It's nice and sunny and kind of wonderful outside, and since I just happen to have absolutely nothing better to do - I decided to fall for someone.

This for several reasons - well one, it's spring, so it's all in the spirit of the season, and it's a nice thing to have on ones mind to make the time pass! Secondly, everyone else are already drooling excessively over the hunk working in the record store (just recently today I saw two of the girls from the supermarket blushing so darkly I could see it when just passing the record shop). And third.. er.. I have got nothing else to do. Obviously I have schoolwork, but none of it is due until next week - so I'm not even trying to get something done before the last minute. It just isn't my style.

Also, it was all coincidental so it was kind of sweet yet unexpected and that made it ever more delightful, right? And if you ever find out who it is (which I doubt, to be honest) you're probably going to make some sarcastic remark about him being tall and dark and slightly anemic. So to limit the entertainment you could get out of that - I have already told you what he looks like. Clever!

Well if you don't mind, I am not going to post anything interesting, I am just going to sit here and swoon about him and listen to that Sugababes song (which really isn't that good, but still catchy and I like it).

What to do!?

So this is it. I am trying to figure out what studies to apply for for next year. There's too long a list and a vast, endless amount of possibilities almost impossible to choose from. I have already applied to a private school which I really want to get in to, so hopefully the below wont be necessary. Anyway, if everything else fails, I can at least go with some of these. Right now my list looks like this:

1. Universitetet for miljø- og biovitenskap, Landskapsarkitektur
2. Universitetet i Bergen, Informasjons- og kommunikasjonsteknologi
3. Høgskolen i Hedmark, Virtuell kunst og design, Hamar

4. Høgskolen i Hedmark, Animasjon, Hamar
5. Høgskolen i Telemark, Form og design, Notodden

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Gratulerer med dagen Axel!

Captcha!

(Completely Automated Public Turing Test to Tell Computers and Humans Apart).
I always feel like "Captcha" really says "Gotcha!". Especially the ones on MySpace. They are always really tricky because they're all on top of each other and they're hard to tell apart and there's letters and numbers mixed into each other as well, so it's virtually impossible to write down the correct combination.

Rather than having to do a captcha I think we should write down like five things we like.
CAPTCHA, FIVE THINGS YOU LIKE: (I-LIKE-YA)

• Glass
• Aerosol cans
• Shoes
• Music
• Planes

And if you write down things like:

• Dingo
• Rust
• Flaggpunsch
• Tulips
• Television

It wouldn't be approved, right? That's how it would work.

You can't like dingos, you can like dogs, but any exotic animal would just mean the person would actually have to be a bot using a dictionary. It's not normal to like dingos and list them as one of the top five things you like. And then there's rust. Nobody likes rust, it hardly tastes very nice, it doesn't look very nice. You can't even like the colour rust, it would be embracing the ginger breed, wouldn't it?

Then there's tulips, tulips are for people who don't understand that there's a world of flowers out there that are so much more beautiful, they just stick with tulips because they think they're classy. But nobody likes to receive tulips, it's like saying "I like you, but - I'm giving you tulips so you wont get any ideas". And don't get me started on the flaggpunsch. Also - television, nobody really likes it, it just sucks you in and slowly lets you vegetate while suffering through "Strictly Come Dancing" season 4, christmas edition - which you honestly don't want to watch, but there's just Rhianna over and over on all the music channels, while there's just one long commercial break on every channel until they do reruns of "The Weakest Link".

In other words, a "I-Like-ya" would be a more pleasurable way to sift the idiots and bots from the real humans, maybe you'd even be able to discover a thing or two about yourself. A captcha I'm sure will lead to nothing but an overload of anthrax from the DNA.