Names!

My siblings and I were all baptised(!) with old nordic names.

My Sister, Sigrid (means Seierfager ~ Victoryfair)
My brother, Skjalg (means Skjeløyd/Skjev ~ Crosseyed/bent)
My younger brother, Torstein (means Tordenstein ~ Thunderstone)
And my name, Tora (means Torden ~ Thunder)

These are the old Norwegian meanings of our names, and neither of them are really common in Norway, Torstein is the most common of them. Sigrid is the name of all old women above 88+ and Tora is quite rare, and also Japanese for Tiger.

Skjalg, on the other hand, is just fucking funny and there are like three other people in the entire country named this.

HA HA.

It's so bright!

Since I had in such a rude way simply stolen a blog-name, I figured I'd change it.

Yes, again.

I know I know! I'll most likely change it a fourth time, but at least we have some sort of temporary solution! I was just going to change the name slightly, but then I downloaded a very handy paint program called Rita for Mac, see? And then I just got carried away with a header and changed the whole of it, the layout and everything!

As a tiny warning: My html-skills equal to the life quality of something boiled up behind an old fridge, this site will most likely crash. And she meant crash. Perhaps even into a huge pile of smelly pudding that will cry and squeal in thunderous whimpers and soaring wails.

Well well, anyway, I sure hope this is
BRIGHT ENOUGH FOR YOU.

ai ai ai, caramba.

I'm peeling my manicure off in disgrace.

Because seeing I just quit World of Warcraft, I'm getting enough time on my hands to resume other activities, such as manicures, for example, or drawing. But then, another time killing interest came to mind and I started thinking (not a good idea kids, don't do it at home).

And I realised:
That I'm the biggest copycat on the planet! - when renaming this blog from "Chickmonster" to "I eat whales" I stole the name of the (let me humbly add) awesome blog Eatfoss!! Liek - wtf?!! Name eater!

I'll change it, I promise, in return of my grueful actions I'll post you a pic of what happened when I was at the beach topless on Friday and getting my tits wildly sunburnt! (now they're pink!) eek!

Just see for yourself:



Look at that! PINK! I have to sleep on my back now! And I can't wear a bra!

Sørlandet

So it's summer, it's summer in Oslo. The weather is absolutely smashing, but there is no people around...

Where have all the people gone? The city is close to empty!

Of course my dear friend, have they all escaped to "Sørlandet" (this means southernland).
No, not southern europe like some do, we mean southern Norway!
Here the weather is warmer and the days are long and awesome. People live in whitewashed houses, inside they put all the ugly furniture they'd never dream of having in their homes, but in a cabin ("hytte") these disgusting interior creations are "cozy", "have a certain charm" or whatever silly excuse people make for not throwing things out.

So what you need would be a little kitchen without a dishwasher, since doing the dishes is "a part of living away from civilization" which is on every Norwegians top ten list of best things to do.
You need a livingroom with woolen sofas that sting to sit on, all placed neatly around a tiny table where you kill time by playing cards or board games. Like Monopoly, Settlers, Ludo, Stigespillet or Hatt over hatt.
Bedrooms, if you're lucky you have just about not enough bedspace, so someone have to sleep in a tent or on the itchy sofa. The beds also have to be old, with very thin and flat matresses that gather little pools of sand in the middle of them, preferably they have flowery sheets.

Toilet, now this is the best part. The toilet musn't be in a direct connection with the rest of the house. This toilet must be about 1 sqm, tops 2-3 sqmeters of smelly smelly wooden floor and a bench with a carved out hole to poo in. It's wise to place this "facility" as far away from the "hytte" as possible. (If you have a path with stones you can trip over when going there at night, that makes just a fine bonus).
Of course you must NOT install any lights or other "modern" installations that can make going to the loo easier. You'd rather trip around in the dark until you find a smelly little house, stumble inside and pee all over your shoes.

THEN, you know for sure you've made your "hytte" right, and you can with pride call yourself a true Norwegian.


I picked berries from the garden(!)

My Birthday!

At Diesel store in Rome there was a pair of shoes I absolutely adored, and seeing I had already spent so much money and I really didn't need this pair of shoes, I didn't buy them. I didn't buy them even though they were on 50%!

BUT

My sister did! She gave them to me for my birthday! <3 Happihappi! So, so far I've received these lovely presents:
Under The Iron Sea [Limited Edition] [CD+DVD]!

These awesome shoes!


And now a little Norwegian treat :D
How to count to TEN in Norwegian
1. En as in Energy
2. To as in Toblerone
3. Tre as in Tree
4. Fire as in Fair
5. Fem as in Feminine
6. Seks as in sex
7. Syv as in Sieve
8. Åtte as in Otter
9. Ni as in knee
10. Ti as in Tea

Post number ninety

Hello. you.

This is my post number 90! I've been posting shit in this blog since November, and sometime around april I also sort of "specialized" this blog a bit more about Norway, the country in which I live in! So, thank you spanky, for humping along since then! Respect.

In addition I'm back from Italy, and I looked like this when I left, and now I look like this.

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now, just relax, that's what Jesus would do

- glimpse from"sin sin sin" by Robbie Williams overheard by myself when in Italy.
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I'll tell you all about it later :D Tomorrow is my birthday, I'll be 17! Woot!