Here's a picture of Liv-Elin holding what we ate at Granittrock last saturday. We saw CC Cowboys and Big Bang, was funky - though it was really cold :(
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Yes and I realize it's been ages
What a lazy bum I am!
Here's a picture of Liv-Elin holding what we ate at Granittrock last saturday. We saw CC Cowboys and Big Bang, was funky - though it was really cold :(
Here's a picture of Liv-Elin holding what we ate at Granittrock last saturday. We saw CC Cowboys and Big Bang, was funky - though it was really cold :(
How to be a better person
Don't you just love people?
I know I do!
Well, sometimes I hate them a bit, but there are loads of people that I like, and they are good people that can set an example to anyone.
So, here, now you learn how to be a better person - so that I can learn to like you too!
1. Listen - nod, smile, laugh. At least pretend like you care.
2. .... Hmmm
No, that about sums it up.
I know I do!
Well, sometimes I hate them a bit, but there are loads of people that I like, and they are good people that can set an example to anyone.
So, here, now you learn how to be a better person - so that I can learn to like you too!
1. Listen - nod, smile, laugh. At least pretend like you care.
2. .... Hmmm
No, that about sums it up.
by
Tora
Mother of invention, the underdog
In Norwegian class at school this semester, we have quite a big assignment about literature. We are set to read from 2-3 novels by one Norwegian author, or 2-3 novels by different Norwegian authors about the same theme. We are then to interpret, explain, analyze and by all means rip the books apart with words on a giant paper we are going to write about it. And I mean giant.So, I have had some difficulty picking what authors I want to read, and I am running out of time on making a decision. There are many good authors out there, even good Norwegian authors, but at the moment I am not really that inspired - not with reading, writing Or drawing for that sake. I am trying to focus, but all I do is I pick things up and then fiddle with them a bit before putting them down again only to glare with an uninterested intensity at them.
Of course this draught happens every now and then, and only movies, music and literature is what which can kick my inspiration back into action, and everything will be sunny and simple again. So I was thinking, and only hypothetically; that perhaps if I did it well enough, I could invent a Norwegian author, three great plots and play around with them as I liked - if there's something I wouldn't understand, or if I ever got stuck - I could just mould it into what I want it to be like! I mean, I could come with the most deep interpretations, spout as much shit as I would like - and basically be free to do with it as I like.
Not would it just be a) exciting, b) challenging and by all means c) rewarding (if I can do it), but it would also be d) a great inspiration and something I could learn something from!With a bit of internet-magickz, perhaps I could forge a bit of a story!
It's only a thought, but you know, maybe it'd be fun!
Cleo is wearing a funny corset to prevent her from licking her wounds
Ka-plouchie!
Today I removed the cobwebs from my bike, rolled it down the gravelled path and out on the road in front of my house. As I treaded down for the first time and attempted (in vain) to steady it - it engulfed me that this was indeed very difficult. I changed gear and continued down the road, which went more easily after a little while, but when I started to climb up the hill - the bike continued to be impossible with me.
Minutes later, having given up on the bike with thighs like guitar-strings and a bouncy death-pace to my trot, I suddenly realized that one of my tyres were flat! How breathtakingly annoying!
When I come home, I will smash my face in with a shovel and then I will smash the bike, with a spork, for that extra sporky-painfulness.
Minutes later, having given up on the bike with thighs like guitar-strings and a bouncy death-pace to my trot, I suddenly realized that one of my tyres were flat! How breathtakingly annoying!
When I come home, I will smash my face in with a shovel and then I will smash the bike, with a spork, for that extra sporky-painfulness.
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