I noticed that my blog used to be a lot more random, and today will be the last day I will be able to post in August, so why not make August a bit more crowded?
Several posts a day isn't cheating anyway!
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I noticed that my blog used to be a lot more random, and today will be the last day I will be able to post in August, so why not make August a bit more crowded?
Several posts a day isn't cheating anyway!
by
Tora
Autumn Break
in October every student and teacher will be blessed with Autumn break in Norway. The original name is actually "Potato holiday", every child was given this to go to the country and help the farmers pick potatoes.
Nowadays the farmers don't need that much labour power, even though the holiday remains. It is therefore best spent inside in the warmth eating and playing computergames.
Nowadays the farmers don't need that much labour power, even though the holiday remains. It is therefore best spent inside in the warmth eating and playing computergames.
by
Tora
My turbulent Relationship
Sometimes I find the similarities between a very emotionally unstabile person and my ipod to be strikingly many.
During summer people tend to be playful and loud, such do my iPod, it plays and plays and plays. Just like people do during summer.
Last year Norway hit the number one of the Top 10 of countries in Europe that bought the most accessories to their iPods. Due to obvious reasons of course, as I have learnt the hard way.
My iPod usually turned itself off when it got too cold, which would be at any time during the day a part from if it was plugged into a charger under a woolen blanket. Usually when my iPod died like this, I assumed it was out of batteries, though it was actually a cry for love.
Should I have bought expensive accessories and things that sparkle, or should I've done what I did, which was to press it against my warm chest, embracing it with love?
I hid the iPod in my bra. The perfect place to hide an iPod under cold conditions, this way it would feed off my warmth and play and play, just like in summertime. Though as I during several trips abroad had purchased heavy amounts of cleavaged garments found this method to be unrewarding in the long run. It became impossible to hide this huge white original-model iPod inside my tops.
My iPod froze me out.
Hated me, didn't play anything for me. Gave me the fucking silent treatment. I tried and tried, but it was only after those expensive accessories or the undying love of my warm body.
I chose neither.
And as a last note:
My iPod doesn't play me much music now, it slams doors shut in my face, yells at me and turns every little thing into a major fight.
Like "you never synchronise me with your iTunes library anymore! Why don't you love me? WHY DON'T YOU?!" *Throws vase* *screams* *slams doors*.
We are, indeed, my iPod and I, going through a really hard time.
During summer people tend to be playful and loud, such do my iPod, it plays and plays and plays. Just like people do during summer.
Last year Norway hit the number one of the Top 10 of countries in Europe that bought the most accessories to their iPods. Due to obvious reasons of course, as I have learnt the hard way.
My iPod usually turned itself off when it got too cold, which would be at any time during the day a part from if it was plugged into a charger under a woolen blanket. Usually when my iPod died like this, I assumed it was out of batteries, though it was actually a cry for love.
Should I have bought expensive accessories and things that sparkle, or should I've done what I did, which was to press it against my warm chest, embracing it with love?
I hid the iPod in my bra. The perfect place to hide an iPod under cold conditions, this way it would feed off my warmth and play and play, just like in summertime. Though as I during several trips abroad had purchased heavy amounts of cleavaged garments found this method to be unrewarding in the long run. It became impossible to hide this huge white original-model iPod inside my tops.
My iPod froze me out.
Hated me, didn't play anything for me. Gave me the fucking silent treatment. I tried and tried, but it was only after those expensive accessories or the undying love of my warm body.
I chose neither.
And as a last note:
My iPod doesn't play me much music now, it slams doors shut in my face, yells at me and turns every little thing into a major fight.
Like "you never synchronise me with your iTunes library anymore! Why don't you love me? WHY DON'T YOU?!" *Throws vase* *screams* *slams doors*.
We are, indeed, my iPod and I, going through a really hard time.
by
Tora
The Geeks are trying to reach an agreement
And the discussion is very entertaining!
I was as usual reading through the Off-topic forums for World of Warcraft, when I discovered the thread discussing the discussion of all discussions!
Of course this is even more amusing if you happen to be a viking.
It's sure worth a giggle:
Why are Swedish/Norwegian girls so hot?
If you want to have a look at something else I stumbled upon the other day, there's a random comparison of Swedish and English nightlife at google video.
Boing!//
I was as usual reading through the Off-topic forums for World of Warcraft, when I discovered the thread discussing the discussion of all discussions!
Of course this is even more amusing if you happen to be a viking.
It's sure worth a giggle:
Why are Swedish/Norwegian girls so hot?
If you want to have a look at something else I stumbled upon the other day, there's a random comparison of Swedish and English nightlife at google video.
Boing!//
by
Tora
Dr. Crane
The long-necked bird known as a "Crane" is not the thing I'm talking about now.
I'm talking about those tall, GIANT, usually yellow cranes that are used at building sites. You see, they are absolutely huge! They are huge! Yet I have never seen them "folded up" or ever seen them being built or torn down. And I wonder how it's possible for something that big to be so invisible!
I'm starting to think they just grow up from dirt like mushrooms! They just pop up in-between the scenery as if they've always been there.
Always been over-dimensioned yellow cranes that nobody knows how got there.
I've asked a lot of people I know. And it seems it is either some sort of conspiracy, or the origin of these cranes is actually unknown among most people!
Where do they come from? How are they built? And what are they eating to become so huge?
Must be raisins.
Yellow raisins. Cranes only like things that are yellow.
I'm talking about those tall, GIANT, usually yellow cranes that are used at building sites. You see, they are absolutely huge! They are huge! Yet I have never seen them "folded up" or ever seen them being built or torn down. And I wonder how it's possible for something that big to be so invisible!
I'm starting to think they just grow up from dirt like mushrooms! They just pop up in-between the scenery as if they've always been there.
Always been over-dimensioned yellow cranes that nobody knows how got there.
I've asked a lot of people I know. And it seems it is either some sort of conspiracy, or the origin of these cranes is actually unknown among most people!
Where do they come from? How are they built? And what are they eating to become so huge?
Must be raisins.
Yellow raisins. Cranes only like things that are yellow.
by
Tora
CHICKEN PITA
I once created an account for someone else, somewhere I don't know where is right now. And I had to fill in his account details, like mail-adress and password and such.
When I told him his password was "chickenpita" he started laughing so hard I felt a bit worried for his health.
After that he completely stopped taking me seriously and thinks I am a clown! And I didn't even consider the fact that "chickenpita" was such a far-fetched word.
At least I don't after hearing of the band called "Hooray-torpedo!" (Hurra-torpedo). Zomg.
ZOMG. I'M NOT THAT STRANGE.
Salt my brain!
When I told him his password was "chickenpita" he started laughing so hard I felt a bit worried for his health.
After that he completely stopped taking me seriously and thinks I am a clown! And I didn't even consider the fact that "chickenpita" was such a far-fetched word.
At least I don't after hearing of the band called "Hooray-torpedo!" (Hurra-torpedo). Zomg.
ZOMG. I'M NOT THAT STRANGE.
Salt my brain!
by
Tora
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