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Friday, July 16, 2010

Friends will be friends.


Friends will be friends - Queen.

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.


~ Benedikte

Blurry Existence

Yesterday was probably the worst day in the history of worst days. Went to Flesland, the only airport in Bergen, to wave goodbye to the closest friend I have. Why he wanted to move to Huston, Texas for two years is still an unsolved mystery. Everything was horrible and painful.




















Focus is overrated, our whole existence is blurry.
I don't like very much in this world. Friends would say that I'm extremly pessimistic, and I'm fine with that. But I think, that when I actually find a person that I can hang out with without trying to kill him, Then I should get to keep him...

So this is me trying to be optimistic. He will be back in two years. And when he comes back, I'll be right here. But untill then, I think I have earned the right to be sad from time to time. Since I never used to cry before. I think, given the situation, that I have the right to be kind of a crybaby, just this once. I'm really looking forward to Christmas right now, even though I hate snow. I know, "Hate is a big word" another good buddy of mine tells me that all.the.time. Anyway, he'll be back for a Norwegian Christmas and New Year, and that will be freakin epic.

It kinda hurts that he wont be able to attend my birthday this year, more than it should actually. Why? I don't really know. It has nothing to do with the fact that my birthday is a big day. Cause I don't really care that much about the day itself. All we ever do at these occations is drink and party anyway. Maybe it's just because he is gone in general. I want him to be here. So that we can have those completely random conversations, and laugh at our retarded friends. What we do.

The plan however, when he comes back for good, is to move in together. Me and my gay best friend. He is actually the only friend that I could live with over time. Not because I get sick of my friends, but they might get sick of me. You should be a bit tolerant to live with me over a long periode of time. We also have the same habits, so that wouldnt be a problem. Even if we had the different habits or different opinions, we would go along. You kinda adjust to what your friends say anyway. This got a bit longer than I expected. But I am really bored and I miss talking to him, even though he just moved like one day ago. I seem so obsessed that it's scary.

I want to go back to Bergen. Love that city man!

~ Marte