I thougt it was time too make my second apperence ( Well the truth is i got yelled at because i didnt blogg enough). The topic i've chosen is :Love
You know that joyfull, bubly,fluffy feeling you get when you're inlove...Well i'ts crap! The most importante ting i've learned is that feelings like such, is all in your mind. If you work on it long enough, you can manage too hide it and slowly kill it over the years. I was i big fan of that thougt, untill i met this guy. I never belived in love, i hated people who were INlove and felt like punching them silly. How could one guy change all that? How could one guy be so beutiful, so caering, so loveable all at once? I'm surprised at myself, I've become one the people i hated the most, and do you know what?..I love it, every second of it. This guy is so special, and i care for him so deeply that it hurts. I think of him all the time, and i dream of him. But i'm not gonna be able too see him again for 4 months and 27 days. I live in texas, and he lives in Norway. i count the days, because every day is a day that brings me closer to him...That special guy.
Btw presented our bloggen on Bloggurat. It's so freaking useless, but hey, who cares? This is just some shit shat people don't have to care about. Uhm, what the fuck happened to this blog?! Can you see the whole blog or just a bit of it, like the header and the latest text?
For once I want to be able to say “you suck!” and to not regret it afterwards.I want people to be on the same page as me, and as brutal and careless to. I want people to stop being so egotistical, but then again I wish people could just learn to not give a fuck about what everybody else thinks.
Note to the rest of the world: Please learn to care less about what people think. Please start to be more open minded and stop judging people. I have this way of living. I don’t care. I stopped caring about certain things along long time ago. Not things in the big picture like my friends, but things like what people think of you. It’s so much easier if you don’t care. To be brutally honest, I’ve seen myself change enormously these few years. I’ve seen myself go from the quiet, insecure person to the noisy, nauseating and self absorbed girl that automatically gets on your nerves. I’m not afraid to say something when it comes to standing up for something. I now have more self esteem than I could wish for, and yes… sometimes, I get in trouble for that. I always imagine that I can take anyone or do anything and get away with it. I don’t think further than my nose tip and that is where my “I don’t care”-attitude has taken me.
But the final question remains… Is it worth it? Is the whole “getting in to trouble because I can stand up for me and what I believe in”-situation worth all my self esteem? I think it is. I think that if I feel good about myself, it doesn’t matter what people might think and say. Fuck the people. Find the person you are and be thatone. Everybody else is taken… So I’ve heard. Facebook told me.
Don’t worry, be happy? Mistakes are made and other people suck. You’re stuck with yourself for the rest of your life, you should really try to get along
Aah, I feel like everything on this blog has something to do with sad things. So I want to blog about something that isn't sad, not at all! Like the title says "Girls just wanna have fun!", and I'm so tired of having nothing to do, and with nothing I mean absolutely nothing. Zero.
I have just been jaded around like a fool and doing nothing. Well, yesterday, night to Friday I actually did something. I walked out of the house around 00.30 in the night, obviously, to meet a boy I have been talking to for like two years.
When I meet him we just sat and talked for a while before he had to go home again. He is way higher than me, so I felt like a tiny person, haha! So I was stood on a edge to be higher. It didn't really work out as good as I was hoping for. Hehe... But it was a nice time, and I enjoyed it, actually. And I really hope we'll meet again soon.
But I'm looking forward to take the plane home to Bergen, oh my have I missed Bergen and all my friends! I just know that we are going to have a little party for Marte because she is turning 17. It's gonna be a funny night with good friends and all that stuff. But honestly, I hope we will be able to find a party before that time. I really wanna go out with some good friends and just have a really good time.
Just hanging around home with some friends would also have been nice, talk about all that have happened lately and just have a sleep over! That actually sounds like a great idea! Hehe, but now I really have to get something to drink. So yeah. Have a nice day people
" Another summer day has come and gone away in Paris and Rome, but i wanna go home. May be surrounded by a million people i still feel all alone, just wanna go home. Oh i miss you, you know." - Michael buble
He's one of my favorites. He's got a song for every occasion. Hi, my name is Alex and i'm the guest blogger in this psychedelic little blogg. One of my greatest worries is that when i come home, every thing will be changed. The people, the city and my friends. My bestfriends birthday is comming up, and i'm not going to be able to be there. I'm afraid we're gonna grow apart
I hate people. I get sick of people's faces way too fast, but when i acually find someone i care about and dont wanna throw battery acid on, isn't it only fair i should be able too atend her birthday? I'd like too think so. I just wanna say you're special, one of a kind, and if u ever change i'm gonna be pissed! I love u and i hope you have an epic birthday, even though i'm not there.
Memories can be so much. Memories can be bad, and they can be good. I think the quote from Oscar Wild is very good. Oscar Wild said: "Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us."
Of course, I googled quotes that had something to do about memories, because this is what this text will be about... "Every man's memory is his private literature." ~Aldous Huxley
I remember so much, good and bad things. But I will focus on the good things.
My childhood wasn't all just a dance on roses. But I'm so glad I'm focusing on all the good things that happened. I remember most of the friends I had trough the years, of course not all because I remember we did all the stuff, but because of all the pictures, hehe. Honestly, I remember a lot of things I did with some of my friends. Some of the toys and the stuff we used to do. Oh my, what a fantasy we used to have! A child's fantasy is something great, if a child isn't allowed to use his or hers imagine, then what would the childhood be?
But the last two years has been a lot of fun, it's been like a roller-coaster ride, a lot of fun.
I really love my friends, they are always there. Even if I'm not such a good friend with all the people I used to hang out with, I still have the memories.
Like everyone says: Time is passing by, people changes. And all that stuff. That if a person isn't like "on your train when it leaves the station" it's all their fault. I don't always think so, okay, I may have said some of that stuff myself. But what the hell, what I want to say is that is not always the other person's fault, have you ever thought that you may have changed too? It's also a opinion that the person has a lot of stuff going on and things to think about. So it can be a bit selfish to say that it is the other person's fault that you are not as good friends that you used to be.
Anyways, back to the memories. Think about it? Do you have a lot of good, bad or a bit of both in your memory? I have a bit of both, but most of the good ones. All the crazy things we have done, all that we have said to each other. It's so funny to think about, but I kinda love thinking about it. So when you're sad and feeling down, think about all the good memories you have and don't think to much about the thing that made you feel sad. It's never to late to make new memories, you keep making memories until you die. It can be so much, and it could mean so little to others, but so much for you!
I think you never can truly forget a person, because if you have good memories with a person, why forget them? You can stop talking to the person, but if you one day are feeling down, why not think about the good memory you two had together? Because, all in all, you had to be there to understand it, right?
"Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose." ~From the television show The Wonder Years
One thing I was looking forward too this summer was a camping trip a group of friends. Unfortunately, the weather wanted us too do something else. Stupid weather. We want too go camping! But someday, we will! We bought a tent, seriously, we HAVE to go camping...
Maybe we should be camping inside? That sounds like a good idea, a bit fun too I guess! I think we should try it out someday. Something like this:
Hmm, it looks nice. Please, can we try it someday, Marte and Alexander?! I want too, I want too, I want too! Let's do it! Seriously, I think it would be fun... Or maybe, camping in someones garden. Then we can use the bathroom, that's a nice thing too do.
When I think of camping, I think of a group of friends around the fire, a acoustic guitar, singing and starry sky. I seriously don't think alcohol is needed if you are a group of really good friends! But of course, for the people who drink alcohol, you're welcome. I can't describe it, but a camping trip is a really funny thing to do. So I'll just post some pictures I found on weheartit, where all the pictures on this blog is from.
He's words. One of the last thing he ever said to me. It's like he burned it in my memory... I always have too think about it, even though I don't want too. I really don't want too. It was all going so well... How could those small word mess everything up again? I know I wanted know it, but I knew she shouldn't have said it. She knows it too. I just had to know it, didn't I?
The things he said, it's going on and on in my head, like a song... A bad song, stuck on replay...
My problem is, that I fell in love with people too fast. There are three choices, I like them, I hate them, or are just neutral.
I have a problem with trust. I never know if I can trust a person, but still I trust people I shouldn't trust. I never learn. Some people take advantage of me. It's not a good thing. I hate it, and I'm get really mad about it. I don't know what too do. But I think, the most of all, I'm disappointed over the person, how can they do such things and not regret...? Maybe think about that the other persons also have feelings, or too start with, think about that other person also have feelings, just like yourself. I know I can be a really mean person, I don't mean too. But still I am. And I'm sorry for it, it's just how I am. Haha, it looks like I'm a big crybaby, but I aren't one.
Just because of this depressing text I'm going to write about something nice/funny a bit later today.
I really have to write something. I want to write something really poetic and all that stuff. But what the fuck? I don't do that kind of shit. Yesterday, as Marte already have blogged about, one of our best friends moved to Houston, Texas for two years. Dude, what the fuck are going to do there in TWO years? I mean, come on!
Yesterday we didn't sleep at all. No, we made a scrapbook to our buddy, with some of the stuff we did together as a group of friends. Our group of friends are really a weird gang, but yeah.
Anyway, we made him a scrapbook, meet him on Flesland, the airport in Bergen, 5 am. Yes, so we made a scrapbook to him in one night. In seven hours and fifteen minutes! I'm proud of us. 4 girls making one scrapbook.
04.30 am a cab come and got us to Flesland, we actually was there before Alexander... The reaction when he got the book. Oh mother nature, I hope I never forget his face when he saw it...
The text on the picture is Norwegian and mens: Best buddy. I miss you
When I hugged him for the last time in a half year I said something like: Have fun in USA.
And turned around and started crying. I usually don't cry in public or in front of people. When I started crying I also started laughing, and I some really strange noises came out of me. But whatever, all five of us was standing there and crying when he was leaving. I cried several times that day. When I was standing on the balcony to the twins and the three others was inside, when everyone was asleep and when I was home.
I actually started crying when I was down in the living room with my mom, sister and a neighbor, because my mom said we weren't home in christmas. But she said we are going home at least two days before New Years Eve, then I'm safe. And she said something that made me really happy, but I won't write about i until I tell Alexander.
Marte and Alexander.
Alex, Therese, Marte, Tonje and me.
So all in all, I'm really sad and a bit depressed because Alex has moved to Houston, but think about him, he has left all of his friends here in Norway. And he will come back to Norway, he just have to, or else I'm going to Houston to slap him in the face! Alexander, I love you, you're my best guy friend.♥
