EMILIE CONCHEPCION

Where do broken hearts go?

2012-02-12T16:16:00.000+01:00

Feeling good

2012-02-11T11:42:00.000+01:00

I'm feeling good. Yes, I made the video. I know.

Bloody Valentine

2012-02-07T21:13:00.003+01:00

Next week it’sValentine’s Day, I am supposedly, supposed to be wallowing, shouldn’t I? I shouldn’tactually be fine with being single and just being generally ok with stuff,which is unlike me. Maybe I’m just too busy being a fan to have time (seetumblr)? Too many ideas rolling around my head, too many plans taking place andform enough to make room for anything else. To be honest, I don’t think aloneis bad. I’ve got my friends, and I dare say they won’t make dinner partiesawkward, despite either being with kids or with husbands or both. I’ll justmake up ridiculous stories of the amount of cock I get daily or something. Spinningsingle lies would do me good, but then again will people secretly pity me? I’mjust, what is wrong with being single? – I wish they’d make more movies aboutthat. Just about people enjoying life, without it having to be a relationshipthis girl has to have, but just a journey. There are tens of thousands of bookscovering the whole spectrum of self-discovery for guys, of course involves aquirky girl somewhere, and some not at all, but are there any proper one forgirls?

Where are the stories about the guy and girl who are just friends, orthe girl who meets a guy and it doesn’t work out, but it is ok or just the bookabout being single without it having to be someone else there. You are alonemost of the time anyway, and you are most you – with you, which is anundeniable fact. We seem to be afraid of alone. Alone is an apartment filledwith cats or living in the basement of our parents apartment. Alone can’t bemeeting people everyday, doing things for you, and just being you. Somehow alonebecomes selfish, but then again trying to make someone fit into your world –isn’t that just the same? I understand connections, I understand relationships,and we’ve got many relationships, ones with our family, our friends, our boss, ourcolleagues, people we like, people we don’t like, people we don’t know well,people we stumble upon on the street, people who help us when we have problemswith direction and just generally people. We’re never alone, but always alone. Aloneis such a negative word. I suppose it is sort of in the same alley as death. Wecan’t feel when we’re dead, we are just dead, we don’t exist anymore, and we’rejust dust in the world, which spin uncontrollably around. Our spirit if itexists in the first place is replaced with a big pile of flesh that peoplestick in the earth. I suppose alone is negative, because we want to leave amark – to be remembered, and somehow you can’t when alone. You’ve got tomultiply. It’s in our instinct not to be alone, and when media generally makespeople who are alone seem weird and unsociable – then what do we get? Of coursewe don’t want to be alone, if that is what alone is. In other words I fuckinghate Valentine’s Day.

Working in a shop

2012-02-06T11:32:00.000+01:00

When push comes to shove my job has always been everybody else’s last resort. “Oh, well, I’ll end up sell hot-dogs then,” or “Yeah, well I can always work in a shop.” Having worked in a shop since 2009, I know a thing or two. I get paid pretty well for an insignificant job, and I don’t need to be present whatsoever. Mentally I’m in flipping Narnia by the time I settle in front of the cash register, bare-faced or made-up, while toothily asking if you want a bag or your receipt. When I began this job I was shy of strangers, I could basically not utter a word in front of them – phone calls were made difficult, emails were made difficult and I generally avoided assignments with this sort of thing. I remember being very nervous and if I did something wrong – I’d get even more worked up, and start sweating.

Luckily after death-threats, badly timed jokes, direct snide comments and bad flirting I’ve gotten accustomed to the last resort. I get to talk to strangers, guess about people’s lives, and ask them odd questions now and again. I also get to let my mind wander freely into the realm of daydream. Nobody cares if you’ve got a dazed look, they don’t really think about it when you work in a shop – only some of my frequent customers care, but then again they’re awesome. Work is a huge mind-palace thing for me (see Sherlock to take reference), besides trying to practise deducing and making artistic drawings on the back of receipts – I’ve gained some odd friends and foes and funny stories. At some point though, very soon, it’ll be the end of that, and I wont be sad looking back at my time either.

Changes

2012-02-04T00:55:00.000+01:00

I still don't know what I was waiting for

And my time was running wild

A million dead-end streets

Every time I thought I'd got it made

It seemed the taste was not so sweet

So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Don't want to be a richer man

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Just gonna have to be a different man

Time may change me

But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size

But never leave the stream

Of warm impermanence and

So the days float through my eyes

But still the days seem the same

And these children that you spit on

As they try to change their worlds

Are immune to your consultations

They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Where's your shame

You've left us up to our necks in it

Time may change me

But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me

Changes are taking the pace I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

(Turn and face the strain)

Ch-ch-Changes

Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older

Time may change me

But I can't trace time

I said that time may change me

But I can't trace time

No distractions in 2012

2012-02-01T01:34:00.001+01:00

Pleasantville (1998)

2012-01-28T22:37:00.000+01:00

I've been wanting to see this movie for years, since it came out actually - I'm sort of glad I didn't see it before now, because this was the absolutely best time to see it. It doesn't try to shove its meaning down your throat. It just is what it is. Whether funny or brilliant, that's up to you to make out of it as you wish. I for one enjoyed it immensely, and I must say that 1998 must have been a very good year for movies in general.

I also loved the scenery, and of course if one hates "red" enhanced and everything else black/white. One should avoid this movie in general. The colours become symbols though in a way you'd never supposed them used. This movie makes me appreciate colours immensely. I'm a bit "wowed" actually. I love when a movie does that to me. An excellent soundtrack is also a plus.

Across the Universe - Fiona Apple

Much Ado About Nothing

2012-01-21T22:14:00.003+01:00

I love this play. I just love this. I've loved this since... Since Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson took their turns as Benedict and Beatrice, then David Tennant and Catherine Tate. Since I had a thing for William Shakespeare (yes, pretty much since I was a kid, and loved reading Shakespeare in my free time - I loved to sit and be pretentious as a kid). This is my favorite besides Oscar Wilde's the Importance of being Earnest. Oh, my God, I love just - ah, PLAYS.

By the way Joss Whedon is going to make Much Ado About Nothing - just saying.

Fan Fiction

2012-01-19T12:23:00.000+01:00

Fan fiction for me is like a snackbetween meals. Like reading the book after seeing the movie or sitting inforums for hours discussing “what could have been, what could be, what mustbe,” and of course there’s the fact that Fan fiction is often riddled withplot-holes, bad puns, and ridiculous settings you’d never see these characters.Oh, and sex. The things you liked toamuse yourself with actually happen, as there are female versions of malecharacters, body-swaps and slash. If you don’t know what slash is – it’s moreor less girl/girl and boy/boy (like Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood or DracoMalfoy/Harry Potter). Of course that is often non-canon. Canon means whatactually “is” happening in the show/book/movie, and when you ship (like apairing/couple in a show/book/movie), then people will blow a hole in your shipfrom time to time. The Internet is riddled with girls and boys who both arguepassionately about their ships. I always go canon, more or less – if I feel avibe, then I go in that direction. Examples of ships that have worked out forme; Ron/Hermione, Chandler/Monica, Seth/Summer, and more – I often gofor the friends, then something more plot-line. I was only once wrong in a case, but thenI accepted that quite heartily without fault. You’ve got to be adult about it.Of course you can be sad for a small period of time, but then again you’ve gotto be realistic – they aren’t actually real people.

Also you can’t argue with people whowon’t see your argument no matter what you say. So avoid forums, discussions,and just generally places where you know someone will say, “You can’t likethat, how can you like that?”. Let me like that. That’s why fan fiction is yoursafest bet. If it doesn’t work out, you can read to your hearts content, andeven if you assume that you are alone in this idea – you never are. Also, thereare some actual good ones out there, and some horrendous ones out there aswell. Be kind, some of these writers don’t have English as a first language,and are young. I remember when I wrote horrid Pirates of the Caribbean fan fiction.God, it was horrendous, but surprisingly better than Legolas by Laura. I’veactually also had someone write fan fiction with me in it. It was my stalker onthe great web. I’m more or less sure she’s probably grown out of that phase. I hope.

If you are wondering what the point of this entry is, it is more or less to have Benedict Cumberbatch's face on my blog. Also to explain what I'm currently doing right now. Yes, I am writing fan fiction (god help me).

Before and After Sherlock

2012-01-16T14:24:00.000+01:00

Sherlockian-madness

2012-01-13T00:03:00.003+01:00

Sunday isthe equivalence of doomsday to me. The last episode of season two Sherlock willbe shown, and it is unknown when the third will come out (even if it will bemade). If 2012 truly is the end; I’d almost welcome it if this ends dreadfullyfor our hero and his sidekick. I’m all anxiety and ecstasy. I’m thinking theworst of outcomes and the best of outcomes. I hate them for teasing us so. The factthat the trailer for the episode is itself has the song “Sinnerman” by NinaSimone makes me excited enough to fill barrels. This show is ridiculously goodand should get more credit in Norway to be honest. Very few know of its existence,which compels me to make it known.

This showis just too good and too fun to just be ignored. Honestly.

A CLIP from series 1 episode 1

THE PROMO from series 2 episode 3

SINNERMAN - NINA SIMONE

Great decisions are made in the dark

2012-01-08T23:48:00.000+01:00

"You know I had an nightmare,"
- What?
- You were in a box.
- A box?
- Yes, a box, like your computer.
- Oh.
- Don't get trapped in that box.

My dad before he died. It was a weird conversation, but I did hide myself ever since. When I was younger I was much more fond of great theatrical things. I'd stand on the table and make small plays. I'd know every single song on the telly. I'd make pretend-radio or television. I attended dancing-classes. I sang all the time. I knew movie-lines by heart and learned poems. I read Shakespeare and pretended to be Juliet or Beatrice. I never truly allowed myself to dream big. I'd seen movies, I knew how extremely unrealistic it was for me to crave the sound of clapping hands. I'd let myself get easily affected by a disappointment, because I wasn't ready.

Then bang, it finally hit me - why the fuck not? Why on Earth shan't I try? I might be horrendously bad. I might not even own a skill, but I'll work hard for just that. I am desperate in want of just this. I want to struggle, I want to try, until I feel faint and sick to the core. I have never felt this happy about a proper decision in a very long time. I don't belong in a box. I shall take to the stage, even how crazy, and late it might be. For every fantasy, every day dream has gone into that direction since I was a little girl, but even then I denied myself the idea. Now I am ready to get the shit kicked out of me. Hopefully you'll be there to see me fall flat on my arse with complete and utter delight. I think I will most likely be as equally delighted as you are.

Tourist in Oslo: "Folkemuseum"

2012-01-06T01:42:00.001+01:00

Thea being awesome.

She's the sort of girl who reads maps and guides. I just wing this shit.

This shit looks like it is straight out of Jane Austen. If I lived in old-timey-times I'd be like hustling this shit. I'd be upper-class babe to the earth shattered or I'd be working my way up top.

I'd also wear this dress, which in Little Women was "skank-dress" for one of the older sisters. Laurie, played by Christian Bale - he is like looking at her tits in this dress. I said I'd be working it.

I announce that I'll be taking pictures, like an annoying Asian tourist to Maggie.

She's well pleased. Fair enough I took LOADS, but I'm not making a movie of this.

We actually had some similar mirrors and stuff-with-legs. Probably fake though, but I love that I've always been surrounded by old-timey.

Maggie's girlfriend Sophie knits her own stuff. She works in a wool shop.

The candy shop was closed. I was very disappointed.

That wallpaper is sexy though. Seriously though.

They had an awesome gift-shop. Negative aspects is that it lacked any of these posters. Come on - who wouldn't want a Blue Master poster? COME ON.

Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012

2012-01-04T10:03:00.003+01:00

2012 from Emilie Conchepcion on Vimeo.

Sherlock

2012-01-02T23:47:00.001+01:00

SherlockHolmes. Since I was a little girl I’ve always been intrigued by characters whocould figure out great puzzles, and see things that nobody else could. People who are acutely aware of details, and think differently. They might not be perfect humanbeings. They might have addictions. But due to their faults – they can easilyspot the ones of others. There’s been Poirot and Miss Marple. But none of themcome close to Sherlock Holmes, the great detective. There have been a myriad ofadaptations to make one either love or hate the figure – yet, it wasn’t beforeI stumbled over this series made by the marvellous Steven Moffatt (writer ofCoupling, Doctor Who, Tintin) that I thought “OH MY GOD.” I’ve mentioned it on the blog before, but never properly how absolutelyamazed I was.

Here they’vedone something that might have been absolutely ghastly – putting the story in amodern everyday setting, but no – it is brilliant. This is the best thing sincesliced toast. Why I love it? Firstly, we’ve got wonderful Benedict Cumberbatchin the lead, and Martin Freeman as his delightful companion John Watson. You’reof course also thinking –oh, but I like Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law. Of coursethey are great fun, but they are more or less those movies (there’s not much meatto go on there, to be honest). Here we’ve got interesting plot, interestingcharacters (not only the leads), and really well executed ideas.

There are onlythree episodes per season (the second has just started). Each episode is overan hour, and is pure quality. This is absolutely not what you expect it to be,and I was pleasantly surprised on the sheer fun of the show. If you are not agreat fan of detective shows – this might not be something for you, but it isn’tyour a-typical show to be honest. There’s not the same chain of events, whichyou could spot in any show. Every episode plays off differently much to anyonessurprise. I recommend it heartily.

I’d love toreveal things, but I cannot – because I will not. Good luck if you startwatching the show, because you’ll surely/hopefully be enamoured of it, as I’vebeen/am.

2011

2011-12-30T02:15:00.001+01:00

2011 from Emilie on Vimeo.

I suddenly figured in September that I should make a video at the end of the year with clips of various moments. Unfortunately I only had limited time and very few clips to go on. Here is a very short one at least. I wish I had more though. To next year instead!

Batcentric

2011-12-23T18:14:00.001+01:00

(Spoilers for those ignorant of the movies or the Batman-verse in general)

Batman Begins most prominent line, repeated by Alfred and Thomas Wayne was “Why do we fall? So that we might learn to pickourselves up.” The answer to that question most likely will be ”RISE” (The Dark Knight Rises, is the title of the third last movie - if you didn't know). Thesecond I figured that out I was quite amused. I find the parallels striking.I’ve been doing my research, sick-puppy I am, and it makes me think. I’ve gotseveral theories, but one is that – Ra's Al Ghul will be prominent once more.You say – he’s dead – but he was somewhat connected to Bane who he wanted tomarry off to his daughter. Yes, he’s got a daughter. I can only suspect whothat is, besides Anne Hathaway (being catwoman that kind of scratches her outof that one). He might not be actually alive in it, but I am sure his group ofmen will be behind this somehow. If that group has been operating for years, Idon’t think Bruce got rid of them all, despite it being a jolly thought. I alsosuspect that Bane might break his back or that Bruce might actually die –making someone take over his place as Batman. The fact that they wanted tocreate a symbol, which would outlive a man, would make that brilliant, but thenagain I hate the idea of him dying. I just hate it, and the fact that themovies name points to him “rising”. I’ll ignore all the signs until I see theactual movie.

I think you’ve probably noticed my excitement?I’m such a freak some times. It sort of makes me happy that something like thiscan light up my otherwise grey days. So what are my thoughts? Besides theintro, which might be me predicting the future (we Asians are good at that youknow).

Well, I think, or well hope it is going to bebrilliant, but then again it could fall into the third-movie-hole. Not manymovies have managed to survive those. I don’t think there really are any at all.Yet, I’ll be hopeful, because it is Nolan. I haven’t disliked any of his moviesyet. I’ve all find them fascinating, and I’ll be looking forward to his nextproject after this.

We also haven’t seen the movie yet, so we can’tsay anything, and a trailer can be deceptive. This is the best of the “teasers”out there. It says a lot, but then again it says absolutely nothing. Itconfuses and causes speculation, which makes it a great trailer. Few trailersdo that these days. Nolan thrives on causing people to be flustered. Whenpeople complained on Bane’s speech - he only replied that he’d rather peoplehave to try a little – he doesn’t want to serve everything on plate. To behonest, I heard everything he said – I suggest those who didn’t stop usingearplugs so much for their own hearings sake.

Then, there’s Catwoman. I know many of you are complainingthat it is Anne Hathaway who’s doing this. Have you seen herin more than the Princess Diaries and the romantic comedies? I just, would likesomeone with good enough knowledge to say something about that, but then againthose who do – say they just can’t imagine her in the part. Well, that’s whatJuly the 25th next year will do – it will either prove or not prove anything. Itrust Nolan. He might not have been the best in casting Rachel Dawes, but that's because I never properly liked her character (it helped that Katie Holmes didn't appear in the sequel). She didn’t choose Bruce, whichultimately lead to her demise. Sorry if I find it a wee bit funny to be honest(just a little bit). Though I loved her for not freaking out about dying – shewas mostly worrying about Harvey, thumbs up. Not many people remain dignifiedon the thought of dying.

Also, if you’re bothered with the new costume, thenproceed here for a better explanation. I don’t know, to be honest I’ve alwaysbeen optimistic about the idea of Hathaway, but to be honest I’ve thought thisfor a very long time. I know - weird, ain’t it? Of all the women she was the onewho popped up. For me, in this verse of Batman she’s the greatest fit. I don’twhy. It just works. I suppose it has to do with her character in Get Smart, anda certain scene. Also I like her, I just do, and the fact that she was more excited about being Catwoman, than getting to present at the Oscars. I also love Catwoman.

Catwoman for me is more a thief who doesn’t havethe same strict moral codes like Batman, but she doesn’t kill people. She’s anenigma - a woman who can go from one side to the other. She makes her ownrules. Don’t be so terrible against Hathaway just yet, until you know for certain, andthen you can just laugh of how bad it is. To be honest, we’d all be crying,because who’d be happy if the movie sucks, honestly? The fact that she beat Eva Green, Angelina Jolie Blake Lively, Rhona Mitra, Charlize Theron, Abbie Cornish,Vera Farmiga, Jessica Biel, Natalie Portman, Gemma Arterton, Kate Mara, Charlotte Riley, Emily Blunt and Keira Knightley hasgot to say something to you. Because I am honestly sick of hearing thebitching, when it’s months to the movie pops out. I’ll be watching it eitherway – either fascinated by the awesomness or the horror. We’ll see. I'll just remark that not many were frankly so happy that Heath Ledger was cast as Joker anyways. I'll hold my breath and hope for awesome.

(You are like, Emily - it's Christmas! Fuck that shit, this is Batman.)

What do you want for Christmas?

2011-12-11T21:44:00.001+01:00

I've been getting that question a lot. Honestly mostly from my mom, because I've been stuck in front of InDesign. It comforts me that I actually managed to make something half-decent. My Asian judgement is too high, so I think it is rubbish whatever anyone says (true story). It's like an inner Asian parent in me "B+ - what why you no get a A? Mary get A - why not you?"

I can only imagine how it'll be when I start heading down the road of making children books. I don't look forward to it. There's load of hating on myself. It makes me work better though. The worse the comments - the more I try to please. Sort of says a lot about my love life, doesn't it? (kidding kidding, or not)

So, yeah, what do I want for Christmas? Oh, yes, you know stuff. OK, so my friends basically gave me my biggest want this year. Those bastards you know. If anyone tries to top them it won't be possible. There's like no topping that shit. That shit is too epic. Let me refresh your memory.

Yeah, basically they went there. The amazing crazy friends of mine went there. Of course they told my mom who practically revealed the whole thing, while I was in denial. I'm like "Poirot" you know. THE LITTLE GREY CELLS WERE EVERYWHERE.

- Emily!
- What?
- Don't buy that game.
- What?
- The Zelda one.
- Why not?
- Just don't buy it OK.

OK, it didn't go exactly like that, but VERY close. My mom. She's just too Asian sometimes. So, yeah, what do I want for Christmas now I got all I wanted? You know stuff. Just buy me practical stuff you know. Expensive makeup (I may be worth it, but ain't no maybeline), perfume (we be talking Chanel or Dior), books (Pride and Prejudice Special Edition), DVD's (old, new and something blue - like season 5 Doctor Who) - and things you think are "me".

If you aren't sure of who I am, let me describe myself to you - I am 21 (soon 22) years old. I like classic things, from books to movies, and clothes that you can wear year on year. I'm a complete nerd who loves video games, and has got a DVD-collection with over 400 movies (lost my count to be honest). I know more about television shows like Doctor Who, than proper world history. I get easily obsessive over things, and in deep periods - I will try to get everything from that one source of crazy. Right now, Downton Abbey or Gossip Girl (neither are had, hint hint).

That's the family-list.

What I actually do want this year? Which money cannot buy.

1. A NICE NEW YEARS EVE
Every year, I either spend it in the dark alone, or end up being force snogged by an awkward ex, or have to spend the evening with my mum, or taking care of someone who is crying. So, yeah, I'd love for something entirely different. I'd like to be with friends, get pissed, and not have to work the next morning counting small bits of candy.

2. A NICE CHRISTMAS
Sort of gets awkward every year. I suppose this comes with age? I suppose Christmas hasn't been Christmas since dad died. Oh, yeah things went into the direction of epic sad "Have yourself a merry Christmas" sung by Judy Garland in "Meet me in St Louis".

3. SOMEONE SPECIAL
Oh, it's so ridiculous that the holidays makes one feel a bit more alone than usual. I think it is the million films that depict people getting together during the holiday. How is it that everywhere I look someone is kissing someone, and I wish for an axe in my hand? I think I just want a big spoon-pillow. Is there a place they make that?

4. TO FINISH "OCARINA OF TIME"
I never played that game. Oh, how awkward. I know. I played it a little, but then again - I've got a short attention span (special disc with Wind Waker). I recently finished Twilight Princess. It was a big moment. I haven't finished a game in years. I haven't felt that "finished" in years, you could say.

5. LEARN TO KNIT
Like seriously, that would be incredibly awesome to learn. That is just one thing I've always wanted to know. It just looks sort of fun to make your own stuff. I'd like to make my own Hogwarts-scarf or a proper yellow scarf.

6. A NEW JOB
At a kindergarden. A place where I'd be most at ease to be honest. I'd love that sort of thing. I'd be the weird one there - I like to pretend - I seem young, but old (like the Doctor). I don't know. It just seems much more fun to run around with kids who've got all of these weird ideas in their heads, and can't speak properly due to the impression they have of the world - they think it is wonderful. It is, but their view is so absolutely not tainted.

7. TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING
You know, the typical - what am I doing with my life? I sort of know though. Sort of though. Now insecurities crop up faster than bunnies get babies. So, there's that, but I think it'll sort itself out quite nicely to be honest. Mentally I am depicting the funniest most ridiculous book-idea I've ever thought of. It's the best idea since crackers with cheese. I'll get on with that.

The Shop Around The Corner (1940)

2011-12-02T19:18:00.001+01:00

Noen bilder av trynet mitt itilfelle du savnet det

2011-11-21T19:37:00.001+01:00

Jeg har ikke klart målet mitt, mest fordi jeg ble skikkelig vred og holdt på å kaste kontrolleren ut av vinduet. Serr, jeg satt og skjelvet siden jeg nettopp hadde kverket en drage. Det er ikke overraskende at jeg trengte en pustepause. Ikke akkurat en pustepause når jeg da prøver meg på Skyward Sword, men alt er så lystig - det er kjempefine farger og det er ikke noe trist Twilight. Jeg vurderer å skru ned lyden på Twilight og sette på Frank Sinatra. Det pleier å hjelpe.

In a relationship

2011-11-17T21:43:00.001+01:00

You'll probably not see me the rest of the winter. I'll be too busy snuggled up with this one here. This beautiful guy. He's just wonderful isn't he? We've got a really healthy relationship.

Fleet Foxes

2011-11-07T00:44:00.002+01:00

IT WAS AWESOME.

Å ikke skape kunst

2011-11-02T23:00:00.000+01:00

Jeg liker hvor bleik trynet mitt blir med iMac-kameraet. I do not approve. Prøver de å gjøre meg hvitere eller? Jeg vet det er alle asiatere sin drøm, men kom igjen a. Jeg skriver norsk - hvorfor bryr du deg? - du er jo nordmann du som leser uansett. Tipper jeg? Jeg spilte Zelda: Twilight Princess idag. Hun derre, hva heter hun, kona til han derre snøfyren var jo lett boss - det får man si, men bossene har egentlig vært ganske lette. Jeg likte ikke kisen med "ball and chain". Jeg liker at jeg måtte få noen til å hjelpe meg, siden blodtrykket gikk opp, men spillkvaliteten dalte noe betydelig. Ja, det var flaut, men jeg er ganske flau sånn generell. Du tenker, men Emilie har du ikke holdt på med det spillet lenge? Ja, jeg er elendig på å fortsette med spill. Jeg må være i sonen. Samme når det gjelder "skriving" osv. Når energien er der, så ser du meg ikke på en stund, men når den ikke er der - så føler jeg mest på for å danse og se på film. Vanskelig er jeg ja. Du finner meg på sukker.no.

This is how we Halloween

2011-10-31T12:00:00.002+01:00

I took very few pictures. But I assume people will crop up with some. The "smoke" is an actual "fog-machine". If you were wondering why my home gave the vibe of a club.

WHAT UP

2011-10-20T23:26:00.002+02:00

YAY OR NAY

Top 6 dark-comedies perfect for Halloween that I love

2011-10-10T00:16:00.001+02:00

1. Sleepy Hollow

One of my favorite Tim Burton movies - due to the overwhelming over the top gore effects, the movies and the star cast. My favorite Johnny Depp performance of the character Ichabod Crane, who's tremendously nervous jittery behavior makes him one of my favorite reluctant heroes.

2. Evil Dead II

Oh God. I just don't know what to say. I laughed my arse off watching this movie, despite the fact that it managed to creep the hell out of me. I love when they do that. Sam Raimi was preferably at his best during this time (in my opinion) or well most "fun".

3. Shaun of the Dead

Simon Pegg and Nick Frost combined with Edgar Wright is a force to be reckoned with (view Spaced). Their reactions are sort of very similar to those I'd have, and I feel I've already achieved a Winchester at just the age of 21. This movie is just a fun fast-paced zombie-comedy.

4. Beetlejuice

My absolute favorite movie as a child (second Burton-flick), despite the fact that "Beetlejuice" himself creeped the hell out of me (during the snake-scene). My favorite bits have got to be the silly dinner scene - those songs are still on my play-list to this day.

5. Ghostbusters

Bill Murray defined my child-hood. I think I watched pretty much everything he was in, but this has got to be my absolute favorite due to the absolute fun premise and the catchy theme song. I can watch this again and again. I am sort of hoping for a third one - just because I'd love to see the gang together again.

6. Zombieland

This is the most recent of all the movies on the list. I think I love with due to Woody Harrelson, Emma Stone and the general narrative. It's just a big piece of zombie-fluff (if that is even a term?).

Top 7 actors/actresses I stalk on the internet

2011-10-08T01:21:00.000+02:00

1. Michael Fassbender
First seen in Inglorious Basterds. Really spotted in Jane Eyre. Drooled over at in Fish Tank, despite all of the wrong reasons.

2. Matt Smith
First seen in Doctor Who promo picture, loved in Doctor Who series 5 opening episode and lusted after in Womb.

3. Robert Sheenan
First seen in a glimpse of a movie with Rupert Grint, and then fancied in the series Misfits.

4. Emma Stone
First spotted in Zombieland, admired in Superbad and loved in Easy A - completely fangirled over due to awesome personality with awesome ginger-hair.

5. Karen Gillan
First spotted in season 4 Doctor Who and loved in Doctor Who season 5. She's ginger and awesome.

6. Ryan Gosling
First spotted back Young Hercules series, admired in various movies for teens, and then loved for just being awesome in everything.

7. Joseph Gordon Levitt
First spotted in 10 things I hate about you, lusted after in Inception and then loved silly in 500 days of Summer.

Top 13 stuff I want from the Internet, not in a particular order

2011-10-06T21:58:00.001+02:00

Top 6 stuff I want after being inspired by the movie "Paul"

2011-10-05T11:24:00.000+02:00

Top 7 the 30th September

2011-09-30T20:29:00.001+02:00

1. Writinga sort of self-biography about a girl who doesn’t know what to do with her lifeand does a lot of soul-searching.

2. Lookingat pictures of Michael Fassbender. Making gifs, and just generally watchingmovies with Fassbender (obsessive much, yes).

3. PlayingTwilight Princess (except when Link snaps and starts running in circles makingit impossible for me to even save the game, the bastard).

4. Readingbooks (I’ve got more than 10 books to read, winter is coming, but it’ll becozy).

(Pride and Prejudice and shit)

5. Tumblingmy brains out.

6. PlanningHalloween; I plan everything properly (I make lists).

7. Makinglists.

"We're hobby-racists!"

2011-09-23T00:33:00.001+02:00

Its beenabout five years, or I don’t really know, but it stuck. I had a party, my firstactually, and a couple was sitting on my leather-couch. The boyfriend hadfirstly insulted me by asking if the ”Chocolate is as old as the rest of theapartment?” I tolerated that to begin with, because I thought secretly it was ajoke, but combined with the bombshell that soon dropped – I knew it wasn’tmeant well. These were two people who I didn’t think much of to be honest, butI never thought badly off. This evening changed that for sure. At some pointthe girl came into a long rant of how awful it was that her little sister wascaught holding the hand of a young foreign man. She’d apparently told hermother immediately and separated these two indefinitely. We all sat gaping fora tiny bit, until she and her boyfriend exclaimed that “we’re hobby-racists”.

Thing is, I can tolerate people who joke, because that’s different. I’ve gotplenty of friends who’ll joke about me, but it is different when people I don’tknow put me on the spot – or when people are sitting in my home telling methey’re hobby-racists, but I, I am OK. You know, since I’m not really foreign –I’m Norwegian enough, you know, so yeah. You could imagine the silence thatfollowed with that. I didn’t even throw them out. Hopefully, I hope you twoidiots have changed your opinions about things considering – especially sincethe girl wants to be in politics. Young people with alcohol are stupid really,but I’ve come across my share of stupid people sober or what not.

In sixthgrade, we all had to take care of a “first-grader”. I for one found it apleasant business. I didn’t even think of it odd that the mother of the childended up phoning me asking if I was proper Norwegian. I thought it was an earnestquestion. Of course, looking back I should have heard that one, but then againI am sort of happy to have been deaf. Iwent to a school with very few multicultural kids really, and when later I’dended up in an even less multicultural school a fellow classmate who I knew formany years, on our last day – when I said I was going to Elvebakken said, “Whydo you want to go there? It’s filled with foreign kids.”

Or whengoing to a very multicultural school a fellow classmate freaked out when she sawhow it was – filled with people from other parts of the world. Shit, they’ll betaking over the world yo. I just. People make me breathless with their stupidstatements. There are the few mistakes that have been made when a friend said,“Well, of course you’re going to get married early and have kids – it’s normalfor your kind”. That makes anyone shut up. I forget often that I am supposed tobe judged by the colour of my skin. I’m sorry. Thank you for reminding mereally. I never really thought about it like that. Of course I am going to takeover this country, but you know it is OK since I’m integrated.

My word ofadvice is, if you know someone, and you know that person has some stupid fixedup idea about things – please tell them. I regret keeping my mouth shut. Hopefully,the few will read this, and think “god, was that me,” or secretly hate me forputting it out. I judge you for this. Of course I do. What do you expect? I thinkyou were an idiot. Look at your life and look at your choices. Honestly. Forthe world is moving, forward, and it has – step by step – without you.

Lost copy and Fassbender

2011-09-19T00:43:00.000+02:00

I've lost my copy of Jane Eyre. I almost wish I had two copies of it like I have Pride and Prejudice (had to happen when I forgot it at home during a vacation). So, I don't know - maybe I borrowed it to someone? Lost it? Forgot it in a plastic bag and threw it carelessly into the cold dark? God, I can only imagine the worst case scenarios. I am hoping it is bringing someone joy out there. I wouldn't put it against me to have forgotten it somewhere. Let us hope it'll be someones favourite at least. I'd hate for it to be neglected and just wind up as a new juice-carton. Oh, my book! I am very attached that book. The characters aren't perfect, which is why I love them. I love Jane who is described as plain, but because of her passion she is not at all ordinary. I love Rochester who seems like such a beast, but is a very complex personality. He's haunted by so many things, by stupid choices, and finds his future soaked in darkness. My God, I sound like one those complete fangirls. OH MY GOD, WHO'S BLOG ARE YOU READING? Fuck off if you don't like it. Yes, I am using crude language. Yes, Michael Fassbender is eye-candy and I will be worshipping him for some time hence forward. I do hope he'll be the next James Bond. He just seems so absolutely likely. Yes, I bought a newspaper for 8 pounds (75 crowns) just so I could scan his face into my computer and hang him on my wall. Yes, I am that crazy. Hence the term "fan-girl".

21

2011-09-14T20:24:00.001+02:00

How many lies have you given out? I’vegiven plenty unintentionally. It just happens of the slip of the tongue, but itisn’t as bad as the ones I keep. They aren’t lies, just details, and I’vegotten much better in sharing really. I slip things after some while. I keepthings though, loads of things really, hidden so well that I even forget them;A disturbing truth. I also have got to write again. I’ve forgotten to that.I’ve gotten so used with other things that I forget to write down my thoughts.Now I kind finally write down all sort of sordid things I want to. I’ve beenthrough a lot more, to know a lot more of how a relationship or flirting works.YEAH RIGHT. I don’t know bullocks. I might be 21, but still I feel like asimpering fourteen-year-old girl with knee socks and a lollipop. I am notLolita, no. I could have been, but I was too tall for my age. I got whistledafter when I was nine years old. Yeah, I grew fast - scary how that happens.I’ve always looked “older”, yet I’ve sort of maintained some of the physique.You could spot me in a baby-picture even. I suppose it is the Asian quality.You do know that Asians are immortal? Women in Japan live the longest, and theyeat loads of carbohydrates. This is the secret. Eat rice bitches and you’lllive longer. No, we just eat loads of vegetables, fish and stuff. We do,really. We might give you the impression that we only ever eat chicken andrice, but that’s just so we look normal. Though even that food isn’t entirelynormal. It just seems a bit more “Nordic”. When you’re not here, we ingestpigs-blood and eat fish-heads. Promise.

No, oh, what is this post? Practisethis is what this post is. I suppose I could divulge of what I’ve done of late?Nothing worthy. I am trying a no-sex thing. It’s been working well. I call itcelibacy. I recently read, “The longer you go without sex, the harder it is toinitiate,” of course he referred to couples, but then again I feel it fitssplendidly. Who would I have sex with? At this point I don’t give a shit atleast for today. Yesterday was a whole different story. I suppose this goesfrom a day-to-day basis. Tomorrow I might be longing for someone to spoon with,and then on Friday I’ll be like “vodka is the only boyfriend I need”. Singlelife isn’t as dreadful as everyone suspects. I’ve been in relationships. It isbetter to be picky, because an awful relationship will make you sadder andfilled with dread, than being single will ever be. Also, every man is a“potential”. It is different when you’ve got a boyfriend; you’ve got toconsider him, and everything. I’m a bit too self-obsessed right now, and Ithink it stems by the fact that I haven’t met a man properly worthy. If it weresome years back my standards would be abysmal. It is sorry to say really, butit is true. I had standards, but they weren’t good enough. I put up with loadsof things I never should have.

I didn’t know me well enough. I probably don’tknow me well enough now either, which is good. I’ve got plenty to discoverabout myself. I’ve got something new to learn every day. It is like the Doctorwhen he regenerates, and has to find out who he is. Early days you know. So I don’tknow who I am properly yet, but I know I’ve got great morals. I couldn’t andwouldn’t want to hurt anyone intentionally. I’ve got a tendency to put my footin it, and I am at occasion a great flirt, which I never consider until after Ihave done said flirting. I like saying “yes” more than saying no. I hate dates,but I love hanging with people. I want to be friends more than anything. I don’toften contact people if they don’t contact me often either, so it depends. I alsoam an optimist, except on the days when I’m not, and then everything is dark,but I keep on. When I was a kid I wished for a man, the dream-guy, but I supposeI was really wishing for me to own those qualities. We are what we are lookingfor. Being charming, spark in the eye, a laugh, and just in general a greatperson is something I want to extend my arm to. I am not good enough yet. I amstill in development. I’m like a film. The colours haven’t flared up yet; we’restill clearing up from the blur, besides I am only 21.

I am GIF-ted

2011-09-05T12:49:00.003+02:00

Finally after years of wondering, I learned myself a new skill. This has of course released a terrible new regime upon you all. This will be the last you see of me in a while. Follow Tumblr if you want, but as I am gifted with the skill of gifs. I'll be keeping it up for a while, as one is to do. Also would like to add that how Gimli is acting is just how I would have been, more or less.

Pottermore

2011-08-31T00:47:00.001+02:00

When Pottermore was announced the whole established heap of Potterheads freaked out. They didn't know what it was, but they knew it had to be something amazing from JK Rowling. The webpage exceeded its limit continuously when it first appeared, and when it was revealed what this was supposed to be forums exploded. Here was your own Hogwarts. Your own adventure.

I was one of the lucky beta testers of the "exclusive one million". Imagine that there are millions of people who still want to get in, but can't before October. The first thing that happened was that the 31 of July revealed that there would be a 7 day opening. On these 7 days you were supposed to find the magic quill on the website and answer the question you got, which changed for every day and got easier. I accomplished this task on the first day.

Of course it took some time before I finally got my acceptance letter, so I was a bit on the edge for a while. So let me properly explain what Pottermore is.

On this site you are going to go through every book, get sorted into your house, and if you are outside Gryffindor - you might experience a quite different story. So it is all very exciting. Here we are going to have our own adventure. Everyone who loves Potter know how much they wanted their letter.

So to begin with you start off with the first - the Philosophers Stone, which is the only book out there at the moment. It is sort of a click through. You click on various things for information, and you even learn new tidbits about characters you didn't know. It is chapter by chapter, so every chapter is filled with something new. It is on its early stages, so there are some small things missing (like music etc), but the beta-testers are making sure to comment so they'll know how the site should develop.

Then, before you get sorted, you buy things in Diagon Alley, you get your wand (after a personal test), and then you go off to school to get sorted. I got sorted into Gryffindor.

Here is the common room. People can write on the wall, and you see the basic idea. Houses compete etc etc. And there's wizard dueling and you can do potions. I think things will advance the further you go. Because while you go through the book you find things. Books, papers and other things, which are stored in a trunk. For me this is the sort of Wizarding Facebook. Except you don't have any information on who the other person is. It is all sort of private, which is a relief.

This is how the chapters look like. Since book one is only open, you can see others exploring (of your friends). I am looking forward to the second book. And if you look closely - there's a owl perched there. My animal, which I got, and which shows notifications too (friends etc etc).

Here's the look of my profile. This is why I compare it to Facebook in a way, except it is less interactive at the moment, and many are asking for ways to make it possible for us to talk to each other. You also get points (yes, proper house points) for making potions, winning duels etc etc. Which goes to your house. Yes, house cup still exists. Though I am not worried. Gryffindors win by default in the first book, so I am not counting points at the moment.

The whole premise of Pottermore is that you properly explore the books, get to learn new things, and make great friends. Here you meet every dedicated Harry Potter fan from all over the world, which is fantastic. Hopefully it'll be a bit more interactive come October, but I am sure it will be. Meanwhile I shall make potions, duel and poke around. I am sure this will be amazing and the best thing out there for a dedicated Potterhead.

I HAVE FRIENDS! PROMISE!

2011-08-27T14:42:00.000+02:00

I had to gif Thea. She was pretty darn cute here. She might disagree. But FUCK YEAH CUTE. I haven't been meeting people this week. I've been locked to the end of my jaw with work really. OK, so I met people Monday, but that seems like months - weeks - decades ago.

As you can see, there's a sausage poster behind me. SAUSAGE POSTER. Sorry. There's the proof of me working, or well taking pictures of myself at work, which I frequently do when it gets quiet.

You know what I recently found out? There's orgasmn sounds on Spotify. Where was that when I needed it back in 2009? MY GOD SPOTIFY.

And JK ROWLING got sorted into Hufflepuff. I think that pretty much blew the mind to everyone on Pottermore and made the Hufflepuff's exceedingly proud. I like how she always saw herself as a Gryffindor. I have to say it "LOL".

Besides this. I've been capping movies on Tumblr, and getting loads of followers. BITCHES BEWARE. I WILL CONQUER THE WORLD. Probably not, but I'm having fun - that's the most important thing in the world.

Currently doing Fellowship of the Rings. I just recently discovered how pretty Elijah Wood is in this movie. MY GOD. CAPPING the pretty for all it's worth. Follow me on tumblr if you wanna. CONCHEPCION.TUMBLR.COM

Safe to say that my life is filled with interesting and exciting new things happening

2011-08-22T02:08:00.000+02:00

Longest title made because I am in a dangerous mood. This picture is of me scrunching up my lips while wearing my new purple hat. Do you know that I match a lot? Like I wear a red bag, red dress and red lips (some times even red nails). I'd never wear red eyeshadow. Though I own some, but I match a lot I suppose. I think it stems from coming from a family of matchers. Mum tends to use jeans jacket with jeans, but it is better than camel toe. That's worse to take with you on the outside than stuff that match.

This is my mum. You can see we're related can't you?

See I told you I love matching. I even take pictures of it when I match.

This is completely un-related, but I found this on Sofie's wall today of her new room. She's moved since you last knew of her, but since I haven't mentioned this before or her - you probably didn't know where she lived to begin with, which makes her new spot totally un-interesting.

I also think she's in love with me. There's too many pictures on her wall of me. Like TWO whole pictures, and she's barely put anyone else up. So she's got some hefty crush or something. I don't know if it'll work out. Her being a scorpio and all. Oh, I believe in horoscopes too.

This is Mette. We were out getting pissed. Marte took this picture, because I took a rubbish picture of Mette. Yes, this is completely un-related too.

This is me showing you that frog perspective is the worst angle if you want to take a flattering photograph of anybody. As you can see on other photos I am hot, so we don't need to speculate if I belong in the sea. Not quite yet. I think I might need some years on working on some proper walrus substance. Though I have quality cellulite already. You could grate my thighs.

This is the end of the line. Thanks for coming. More about me in future posts.

Sorted: GRYFFINDOR

2011-08-20T19:34:00.000+02:00

I’ve long debated the whole “which house do I belong to?” I have taken quizzes; asked friends, and poked around on the Internet in hope for some concrete substantial evidence supporting which house I come from. This finally came in the form of PotterMore. It is no fun asking people and hearing “Ravenclaw” or “Hufflepuff”, when you do not feel like they are houses you personally identify with. I know, it is so cliché to at all feel like I belong in Gryffindor, but I do. You’re probably going “But, Emily, it’s probably just because you fancy the trio or that it is just familiar?” Actually, no. It’s due to the fact that I don’t feel smart enough for Ravenclaw, too lazy for Hufflepuff and dearly lacking ambition for Slytherin. I am indeed a hothead, lazy, brave (as I see myself), and very loyal and I always want to do the right thing. I like to assume that had I actually had the hat on I’d get into Gryffindor, because it saw my potential. A sort of nervous young girl, who’d never say against anything the hat said, which was just the sort of person I was. I am glad I turned into a Gryffindor. At one point I even doubted it. The best part was that I didn’t even try. I just went for being honest, because I knew it would be the right house anyway. The one for me, and it is nice to know that this is by J.K Rowling’s standards the place I belong. YEAH GRYFFINDOR!

Hello there?

2011-08-16T15:07:00.000+02:00

I've sort of given up blogging. Here I am just shamelessly posting myself, because I like me, and isn't that what blogging is about? ME ME ME. No, so bored. GOD. Just go to my tumblr if you want to see stuff. It is the same adress, except swap "blogspot" with "tumblr". Shouldn't be too difficult for you to handle, if so, we could never be friends. I haven't gotten into pottermore yet, and I am reading books. Yes, I am. How good aren't I? I bet my arse has tripled in size.

Whatever happened to Corey Haim?

2011-08-11T23:53:00.001+02:00

I have watched loads of stuff of late. What again? Yes, Downton Abbey, Fringe, Glee, etc etc. Downton was fabulous, I love my costume dramas with intrigues and gossip. I just like everyone to be happy though, but being at it is just season one I'll never be that lucky really. I do hope two of my favorite characters get together though. I do not know why I like Mary. She's mean, but then again - I just do. Change of character in me more or less. Then there's Fringe, which I've just gotten into and it is freaking crazy. I like it, very creepy and a nice feel to it really. And the guy is hot. I cannot look past that. Then there is Glee, which I just had to watch. It is sort of what Ugly Betty was to me at the beginning - just good clean fun. Glee I think will maintain it, if they manage to write it a bit better, but at least it has good enough people behind it. Nobody seems uninterested like in Betty. So, that's great.

I've finally watched Dogma. I do not know why I spent ages putting that off. It was hysterical. I watched loads of other movies, but I can't put my finger on them. It is difficult to say really, you know.

For Emily, Whenever I may find her

2011-07-27T11:10:00.000+02:00

Where do I begin? I´ll talk about something else. I´ll talk about random hot guys and television shows I am almost watching religiously. I´ll talk about new music I am discovering (spotify unlimited) or that I´ve started to lose feeling in my little finger. Or that Photoshop in Norwegian is like vomiting in your own shoe and then wearing it the whole day. I exaggerate, but the whole thing is a bit confusing you know. Line-art is also much more difficult than I thought. Nobody prepared me for this. I am much more lazy than this, so I am getting myself a drawing board. Easier to make stuff then (I hope, if not I´ll just have to learn). Misfits is the new show I am watching, which I watched before getting Avatar in the post - took me ages to finish Avatar. Not the movie no. There´s no blue people in this series. It is also three seasons, so you see - I´ve had my hands full. My mum´s been weird too, I think this is a real body-snatcher moment. She hasn´t been flipping out over clothes out and about in the apartment. She should, so you can see why I am freaking out. If I start acting strange, then you know. Get help.

"Maybe the people remember me? Of course the people remember me!" - my mum. So, if you ever wonder where I get it from there´s the evidence. Besides the incorrigible shopping-sensibilities and the huge appetite. This is what happens when I stay in doors. I get mad. I dreamt about meeting Ertha Kitt, while my friends thought she was lame, which was pretty shit of my friends. Dream-gang is not good-gang. Quite the opposite. Oh, where is my mind?

Oslo

2011-07-23T12:30:00.001+02:00

I don´t know what to say honestly. There´s so much I want to say. A tragedy has struck in Oslo. Many fingers were pointed when the bomb went down just seconds later, and it is sad to see. People shouldn´t condemn before the facts are out, and the journalists should indeed not have acted the way they did so irresponsibly. You do not stand in the way for people being saved. You just don´t. Lives could have been taken and in the most irresponsible way. The leaders have worded themselves excellently – making it clear that the most important thing right now is not to spread more hate. That is exactly what this person wanted and stood for. We need to be the opposite and we mustn’t be afraid. We must use this time well, and be with friends and family. My heart goes out to all those who has lost someone close to them. I cannot imagine the pain they are going through right now. It grieves me that this happened.

Let us hope this will make us more united and hopefully less people will condemn before everything is out in the open. For that is apparently what he did himself. Do not wish for death sentences either, or else the lives gone went for nothing. It is a hard time. I can understand if people are angry, but that is exactly not the path one should take right now.

Purple

2011-07-22T11:29:00.000+02:00

I think I´ve got to have something to work on. Thank God for the billion sketches lying around or else you´d only be getting this sort of thing. It is cute, but it is very 2008.

Illustrate my heart

2011-07-20T15:21:00.000+02:00

Too lazy to be a perfectionist. I´ve finally got Illustrator back though, as you can see by blotchy chick up there. She looks cranky and sort of mirrors my inner thoughts. It is quite wonderful honestly.

Fish Tank

2011-07-17T15:15:00.000+02:00

I GO OFF ON ANY OLD THING. BREAK YOUR HEART AND RAISE A GLASS OF GIN.
I might not be leaving especially now. It´s raining outside.

Photobooth

2011-07-15T19:50:00.001+02:00

I have photobooth again. Bitches beware.

PS: I change my layout like I change my clothes.

Accurate

2011-07-15T06:56:00.001+02:00

The amazing abs - - spider-man

2011-07-14T22:13:00.001+02:00

I don't know what this entry is about. Probably about my love for Spider-man and the abs to Andrew Garfield (who is the new Spider-man). Or just Emma Stone being her incredible self. Couldn't she have been Mary Jane instead? She too can be ginger. I suppose then she won't need to be tied too much to the project. Blockbusters can die out easily. Spider-man has all reason to be emo come to think of it. His uncle and then his girlfriend. A guy in spandex can only handle so much. I suppose none of the superheroes have an easy romantic life or family life. I'd love to see a super-hero try to juggle his kids and being a hero. Oh, probably done in some cheesy television movie with loads of moral and dreadful corny music. I'd probably watch the shit out of that.

Besides this, Emma Stone is on the cover of Elle US and Vanity Fair. Emma Watson is also on Vogue and Haper's Bazar and Lily Allen is on the UK-version of Elle. So I've got plenty of magazines I'll be shopping this month. I got all emotional seeing them on the covers. It might be a while before Emma Watson will gloss the front of any magazine after the Potter-series has ended. I hope she truly blossoms as an actress. Emma Stone I expect great things of. She's just brilliant. Lily Allen I just love. Unfortunately she's disappearing out of the limelight quicker than you can say Quidditch.

Post-potter-depression

2011-07-13T12:48:00.001+02:00

Of course to bring a camera - that did not prop up in my mind when I was to attend the premier of the last ever Harry Potter movie. I just concluded that this was something I didn't need to document. Stupid, really stupid. There were loads of cameras present that evening, so I'm probably captured somewhere. I don't know where, but I am probably there in the back of someone's picture making a face of some sort. So, how did it go? It was crowded, decorated in the inside with ruins and actual people standing in the ruins with death eater masks. People walked from Frognerparken to the cinema. We avoided that or else we'd never get to pee. I also got myself a tie (Thanks Sofie for the loan!), which suited me perfectly, because I had conveniently worn a white shirt and jacket. You'd almost suppose I'd planned that, but I didn't. Honest.

I bought loads of candy too, except that just ended being held in my hands, but now I've got loads of candy for my post-Harry depression. It was wonderful though. Everyone was "there". There were goodie-bags, and even a Voldemort that wandered just before the movie started with his death eaters. I must say they walked slowly, since I just became extremely agitated. Under high pressure I figured out - I eat A LOT. I ate half of the popcorn before the movie started. My nerves you know, I'm like Ron.

And then the movie. I do not think there was a dry eye. I haven't heard so many people sob. It was, to tell you the truth - wonderful. All these people with the same energy invested in these books and these movies. Everyone wore their hearts on their sleeves showing how much they cared. Except possibly that couple sitting in front of me who spoke during the entire movie. Whispering sweet nothings in each others ears. I almost wanted to kick the seat honestly. You do not sit discussing a song unrelated to the movie. Why - you - NO. I probably sat a bit inconvenient though (second row, second seat), since things got horribly blurry to me, but I'll watch that movie one more time anyway. I could see, so it wasn't the worst.

You're probably wondering about specifics - I won't say a word, but I will say this - there will be ten thousands of gifs on tumblr. I will reblog those forever. I'll also say one thing - it isn't over, and it never will be. Not for us who have the story in our hearts (that's really cheesy of you, GOD, oh, let me).

Hipster-post

2011-07-12T00:55:00.000+02:00

She-hulk

2011-07-10T20:26:00.001+02:00

Karina is having a superhero project, I haven't been looking forward to it really, because she told me I'd the hulk. I just imagined me making big burly arms, while walking around with ripped clothing, and being generally not appealing.

Someone mentioned to me "Well, there is the female version you know." And I'm like "nooo" and here she is - all green, toned with long greenish hair. Of course this might probably take some work on my part. Not some work. I think a whole lot of work really. Heaps of it even. Spanning some years and loads of self-discipline. She's ripped and I'm just plum. Still I'm going to be green, and that's hot. Might even convince Karina to have green hair at the same time. I'd like to try to have green hair really. Though I suspect I'd just look like some alien chick from a random episode of Star Trek. Yet I'd love to try it.

I'm a bit disappointed that this character only exists just so they can own the rights of her existence, which is pretty lame, so she got no proper development. Her alter-ego is supposedly quite an empowered woman, but aren't we supposed to drown in the awesomeness that is her superhero-personality? It just disappoints me when you can't sit in awe really, but then again the hulk has never properly impressed me. Just when he was played by Edward Norton. That's because of Edward Norton.

At least I can tweet or blog in that case "All hulked up". I like how I am already planning that.

Potter-angst

2011-07-10T18:42:00.000+02:00

- Does it need saying?

Jon Snow

2011-07-09T18:15:00.000+02:00

Young girl walks into shop wearing a Ramones tee-shirt. She looks about 11. I ask her if she likes the band. She says "a little," and I then proceed to ask since she's wearing a face of doubt -
"Did you buy it at H&M?"
"----------"
She did and hadn't listened to them before.

I have now four days off at which time I can sit in just my pants if I want to, except I can't, because we'll be having people over, while mum's away in Trondheim. It's only two days or even less, but it bugs me. I can't sit in my underwear if that pleases me. I think the only reason I am proper moody about it is due to the bloody hell that's right around the corner. I've been eating a daily dose chocolate, besides crying over absolutely everything. It is very annoying to be as hysterical as I've been. It's also weird not to eat rice with about everything. I have a strange feeling my breasts have grown even, which isn't supposed to happen. It's probably due to the massive amounts of chocolate I've been stuffing in my face.

You might ask - Emily, why can't I comment? Well, not many did, so I don't see the problem. Those who did felt obliged to do it, and then I felt there was no use to have it. Now you can just say you read and go on with your life - as I will mine. Life's been crammed with work, but now I am going to search for elsewhere. I'm also getting a stationary mac next week. Life's looking up. Finally I'll have a machine, which can watch a youtube-video without almost breaking down.

Oh, and yes. Jon Snow.

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee

2011-07-08T18:31:00.000+02:00

I never supposed I'd end up crying about an hour after reading this. I sobbed, because of the idea that even to this day some people still can't put themselves in other people's shoes. The fact that this book is on some banned book lists astounds me and says enough in itself. I love both the movie and book. Gregory Peck truly was wonderfully cast as Atticus Finch. I saw the movie some years ago, but I had forgotten some bits. I think I must have blocked it - for I remember crying loads then too.

(He's also hot.)

Opens coffin: "What is that?" "A book" "A book in a coffin?"

2011-07-05T23:03:00.002+02:00

- I suppose you think that this writing will solve everything.

I squint at him, I left my glasses home, and I see him looking at my notebook on the coffee table. It’s crammed with post-its, scribbles, and drawings fill the pages. No one except me would get the writing really.

- It’s a very childish dream of yours you know. How do you know you’ll succeed?

- I don’t. I suppose that’s the entire point. Stop being such a wanker.

He just smiles, and continues on his cigarette. I hate him, really I do, yet I’m still friends with him. I suppose it’s my own kind of way of self-abuse.

- You know what I don’t understand-

- What?

- You keep putting it off. You’ve got to write it you know. You don’t waste time in writing self-indulgent literature all the time. I’ve read tons of pages, and you’re good, but you just seem scared really.

- Of course I am scared. The idea is itself grown upon years of thinking, and what if this idea is just something I should burn?

- What if somebody else is thinking out the same idea and it’s already out there?

- God, James. Fuck off.

- I’m just saying I’d be nervous if I were you.

- I already am. I’m a wreck really. I haven’t properly written something since 2008, and since then it’s all been prissy literature with me as the lead.

- Well, it’s always interesting to peer into your sick mind.

- You just like reading about yourself.

- I can’t help it. I love myself I do.

- Wanker.

- You know you love me, he says walking off into the world of fiction. I sit in front my computer staring at the screen typing up our conversation. He’s been in my head for years he has. Since 2002. The leading man of every plot. You could call him my imaginary friend. The one who puts the excellent lines in my mouth from time to time. The guy who tells me what to say. Sometimes we all need that sort of bloke.

Holy mackerel, smeagol, snapple!

2011-07-02T21:00:00.001+02:00

Yes, well, hello. What is this entry about? I don't know. I've lost ideas. I've sort of feeling that this blog will just fly off to space without me these days, leaving me stranded on this planet murmuring curses under my breath, while fidgeting with eternal mathematics. Of course we blasted well said "fuck maths", and started to look upon the various courses we were supposed to take. Now, really, could we have used any of those things? The answer is unfortunately no, but would they have been fun? Of course, but I have a feeling I'd drop out and say "no" eventually. I think I was all thinking about the "parties", which frankly is true. I wanted the "student's life", but not the bit sitting hunched in front of a book. Frankly very boring. The idea was essentially to experience new things, and to tell you the truth - a life like that would certainly not be the answer. From what I've gathered I'd end up not studying, and be pretty much drinking loads. It would be like a weekend, just every day instead, and that's not sensible. I'm not very sensible, so I'd be easily swayed, but something with arts would make me happy. A very happy person indeed. That's the idea. If I feel the tingles for books I'll grasp hold of that idea when I'm twenty-five and more worldly. I want to travel, write my book, and just live for a while. I don't like having my feet firmly planted on this ground. Travelling would do me plenty of good. Seeing the rest of the world and really experiencing new things would be wonderful. Stories to tell and stories to write. I just don't think staying here is my path in life.

The Celibate Life

2011-06-23T23:07:00.000+02:00

MUSINGS: I've started to wonder if going celibate would improve things. I've lost my mojo more or less. This has happened before, and I magically regained it. I suppose I am in too many things at the time head-wise. I think refraining from things would do me good, but then again I am avoiding loads of things at the moment. One would suggest liberation would be the key - just letting my hair done for once. I went to this silly astrology-site, that reminded me of a truth I have long thought - the way people perceive me. Strangers that is, not those who know me, because that's another story. I must seem rigid, rude even, and very sceptic. I've been told I look the most charming angry, which isn't anything one would want to hear while angry, but it is endearing to hear it other times. Yet, that isn't me. I don't like being angry, and I am more curious than anything. I think I am more afraid. I think we all are sometimes. Afraid to take the leap and make a proper decision about our life. I've got a issue with making real plans, because then all the reasons for not making it crop up, and I get almost breathless with anxiety. I suppose this has something to do with my maths-exam, which I am dreading the answer to. To begin with I was breathless with anticipation for the answer, but I am terrified each hour for the answer. It defines the rest of the year for me more or less. I hate that. Yes, I went from discussing being celibate to maths. Some are involuntarily celibate due to maths, so it isn't far off.

POP: I am currently reading The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, which reminds me loads of some similar plot-lines from Doctor Who, listening to Fleet Foxes with Helplessness Blues and looking forward to the premier of the last Harry Potter movie. Look forward to awkward entries about that. I've started on The Walking Dead, except the clichés are killing me - give me more zombie-action and dark humour - I am going to start on Breaking Bad, because that better be dark and funny.

RANT: Working every day lately has made me better somehow. I do not know why. Do not ask me, but I get a bit passionate. Passion in a shop. Really now? Pathetic really. God, I hate and love it at the same time, yet it is oddly satisfying. The one day off this Wednesday was completely weird, because I didn't really see it coming. You should have seen me. I was convinced I was working. Weird, I've never come across such a thing really. That crazy.

RECOMMENDED Waitress (2007)

2011-06-23T11:53:00.002+02:00

I remember reading about this movie. I'd picked up on it. I saw it some years ago, and I haven't really talked of how adorable it is. Jenna (Keri Russell) is a waitress at a pie-shop. She loves making pies and she hates her husband Earl (Jeremy Sisto). She wants to leave him, and has been stashing away some of the money she's been earning. The unfortunate thing is that she gets pregnant making things every bit more complicated. Especially when a new doctor gets into town played by Nathan Fillion (Firefly).

You're thinking this has got to be something cheesy. Actually not. It's of course got clichés, but it isn't what you expect. I love the quirky aspects and the filming. You've got adorable characters and a leading lady that makes imaginary pies when she's mad. There's just something about this movie really. It's a real treat (pun not intended)!

RECOMMENDED Avatar: The Last Airbender

2011-06-21T21:47:00.001+02:00

Let's say that there are nations divided by the element they know. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. They all live in peace of course, as elements should. Except some of the people at Fire Nation got a bit crazy about the power. Of course there's a hero. The Avatar, who possesses all the elements. Unfortunately he disappears when they need him the most. 100 years goes and two kids - sister and brother find him in a big ice-block. The thing is though, he's just a kid, and he only knows how to air-bend. Their journey begins.

If an animated fantasy show isn't your kind of thing, then just don't watch. Not much more to say than that. I enjoy this show extremely. A well-planned plot, and great characters that have a close spot in my heart. We've got all from a kid who's constantly trying to get back his honour, a old man with a tea-obsession, a flying bison of awesome, a hilariously annoying comical character, a blind awesome person, a girl who cries a lot and then the hero himself. If you enjoy the sudden meta, or just a absolutely wonderful tale spanning over three seasons, then you are in for ride. It's the best thing if you've got load of time at your disposal of course.

I first heard of this due to Potter-cast, so if you like Harry Potter - this is apparently something you'd love. You totally will. I did, and I do forever and ever. Team Avatar in my heart. Of course this doesn't involve the movie. I am talking of the series. NOT THE MOVIE. Ignore that movie to death. It is just rubbish. Absolutely badly cast rubbish.

Let the people have sex

2011-06-13T21:51:00.000+02:00

I've not slept with many people. I'm not going to share details on who or where or what, because frankly my dear it isn't any of your business. That is pretty much the whole point of this entry. Of recent I've been hearing, or reading more or less girls calling other girls whore or what-not. This is not the issue of "rape" this time, but that of women who are "sexually liberated". In other words - girls who like to fuck. Which is apparently a very bad thing. We're supposed to be timid and shy - never having intentionally one-night-stands. If this were the case, then it's because a bad bloke fooled us, and lured us in with his sexual power. It scares me that whole bunch of people are in this belief that women who have one-night-stands are basic bad people. That's just wrong. Some even give explanations that it is because of it being too easy for us girls to find a sexual partner. So in general it is not OK for us, but when a guy does it - it is because he has to take what he can get. Lock up those vaginas and put out those dicks.

Yet I don't understand how these people are bothered by this anyhow. Are these girls trying to press a general sexual agenda on them like Jehovah witnesses, or forcing them to be present while the deed is done? No, and pretending that girls never like to have sex is silly. Everyone's different. Some have loads, some have none, and some have once in a while. None of these things are wrong. How would this be wrong really? For saying that a woman can't have sex like a bloke - That is plain stupid, as hearing someone say "You can't sleep with him. He's just using you for sex," - "Well, what if I am using him for that purpose myself?"

Of course I do not like when sex is used as a device per say. Or made to hurt people. That's the only thing I don't like, if people get hurt, but when it is evident there's nothing else - how does this really affect you? If you say "well, it offends me," - well, what does that even mean? People aren't shagging left and centre. You can't see it happening, but you can of course read the statistic. Statistic are just numbers. It scares me that we live in a world that if a man has sex he's the man, but when a girl does it - she's a whore. But why? Is it because these girls aren't having sex with the blokes calling them a whore? If that's it we live in a pretty pathetic world, filled with many small-minded people. I just don't get it. Let people have sex. Let girls and boys do whatever they please. As long as they play nice. If they want to play it dirty, let them play it dirty - for honestly it is not your god damn business.

My muse is efficient

2011-06-09T22:23:00.000+02:00

I'd absolutely love to have something important to say. Oh yes, I was at a party yesterday. I forced down beer, which I've started to dislike again. Maybe I can just drink smoothies with vodka. I don't see that as a bad thing. Though, possibly for my kidney. It wasn't your typical party. It was one for the shop I work at - Narvesen. At Wallman's, which is a sort of place you can eat dinner, and have your waiters suddenly singing musicals and whatnot. It was fun, though not my thing. They were lovely singers, but unfortunately I can hear a sort of plain accent when they sing in English. It is the most annoying thing, and then to me the songs sound horrendous. It is horrid that I feel like that, but there's some sort of special way that people in the North have in their accent. Especially when they sing. Very few have managed to not have a sort of irritating voice - at least to me. Otherwise it was great fun. My boss got awkwardly drunk and bought me drinks, when I just wanted fanta.

So, that's the news I've got to deliver, besides being a hair-model. It seems to be my carrier. This might be my last time, though. My patience has run out of sitting on my arse that much. I've gotten really antsy lately. I have to move constantly. Very unlike me to be honest. I am sitting down now though, but that's because my feet are aching.

I told the synopsis of my children's book to Iris. She got freaked out. Lovely. I've got something wonderful here. Truly do.

Wiggle of the hips

2011-06-07T10:44:00.000+02:00

My book, yes, I've got a book. It's being thought of actually. The more I think about it, the more it gets corners and a proper body. Because a idea came to me. I seem to only get these sort of ideas when I'm low. I'm at my best with my ideas during this period of time. I've just hit a low point. I hate when that happens. Lots of tears and stuff involved in that. Too much thinking. It is never a good idea to think. If I could choose that away I'd be a happier person. I am stupid, but unfortunately not stupid enough. So, there it is, the ideas are swelling and growing. The innuendo is blatant. I suppose my original intent on making this entry was just so I could have this on my blog. I needn't tell you of my feelings or of my book. That's a running theme in our story. I am happy that it is heading a proper direction this time.

Besides this, I was quite disappointed by the "game-changer" in the middle-half of Doctor Who. I saw that coming to be honest, and I am sort of very proud of myself. This means that my general idea of what is happening next will be the death of ultimately my favourite character in the show. He's been dying a lot recently, so it would honestly not surprise me, though break my heart it would. Besides this I am utterly in love with River Song. She's wonderful, but I did love her when she showed up. Backwards it might be. She'll probably grow more and more ignorant the more the doctor meets her, which is why she's more smug now, you see? Because when he meets her he's probably very smug himself. To be honest it would be wonderful to trump the doctor.

The money I am getting soon will go to the wonderful thing I call my future, which means a mac. I'll be broke like hell after that. If you'd actually said "yes, you're going with me somewhere," - no, I am sorry, that will ultimately not happen. I am going to the premier of the Potter-flick, but that's entirely different. That is a movie I have to see at the midnight premier. If you get me some free tickets I'll be your true love or something. You see if one were to ask me which fandom I'd choose between Harry Potter or Doctor Who - well, the answer would be "screw you".

Our fake romance

2011-06-02T23:45:00.002+02:00

I love making up fake romances, imagining long romantic walks, running through the rain, and just snuggling in front of the television on a rainy day. You know, like when you're standing in a bus, and you see someone that catches your eye, and you imagine how this person is? Are they as wonderful as they are handsome, or are they just a illusion? A persons look gives me a lot of information in a short amount of time (assumptions more or less). I love when I end up staring at someone who ends up staring at me. I imagine how the conversations would go -

- Hi, I saw you looking at me.
- Oh, shit. I've got to go.

It's terrible, you see, I always like to imagine that everyone likes me - until I talk to them. For example when I find out that someone I am interested in likes me.

- He likes you.
- WHAT? NO NO NO NO.

I suppose it is a sort of defence mechanism made by my inner child. I just end up running around like a red faced preschooler screaming loudly. I don't know why. I manage to pretend everyone fancies me until someone actually hits on me I end up acting quite different.

- Do you come here often?
- I don't know, about every weekend, I think. I'm not quite sure. I suppose I do come here too often really. I get the beer at a friendly price, you see. So yeah, I'd say I do come often.

I don't catch the whole-get up thing. I have occasionally, but then I've like had unreasonably large quantities of alcohol in me. Then I've had a buzz before I drank. I usually put on a fake persona, which generally means that this bloke will get nowhere with me if he is not the spitting image of the doctor or a celebrity I like (usually playing the doctor).

[2008]
- Hello, would you like to make a bet with me?
- Not really my kind of game.
- No?
- I am too old for that.
- You are?
- Yes, I am 21 (I was 19). Name's Elizabeth, I am freelance photographer.

[2010]
- How old are you?
- I'm 21.
- No, you're not.
- Yes, yes I am.
- You're 18.
- ...

Anyway, FLIRTING = complicated. What I love the most is how much braver I am - stuck in my uniform, with my glasses, and no make-up. I am so much more at ease. I of course have managed to make up hefty romances with several of my customers. All at the right age, single and childless. I just love imagining scenarios of things escalating. They won't though. I don't think I am like ultra-hot behind the counter. I probably look like the size of a pig. People are always commenting on me getting larger, and when I then get into my after-work-clothes they sing another tune.

It makes you really believe that "yes, girls a make-over is all you need!" I'd love for someone to fancy me without the whole-up-do, and just think "she's funny" before "SEXAY". That is my great fictional romance, involving a character, who I wrote myself. He's amazing. A completely different story of course.

I like to suppose we're all there. We spot a attractive person and imagine how they're life is - and how our lives would be with them in it. Or how their lives would radically improve with us in it (I go for the latter these days). I suppose it is a illness, which makes it hard to approach people who are "hot". I always end up never making a move. I imagine making a move, but I avoid making the move in all account. If I do, I do it badly.

- Yeah, so, what do you study?
- Oh, I do a bit of communications.
- That must suck.
- Not really, but you, you're friend over there is she single?
- ... Yeah.

I don't think people in general would ever catch up on me actually flirting. I can only flirt with people I know, but then again I've learned that you never find people at bars. You must move to bigger circles, now my social circle is a bit "tiny" at the moment. So in general, I could only ever make the move when I am friends with a person, which of course makes it more difficult, because then I am in the friends-booth. Conundrum. So, I suppose fake romances will stay fake, and my social life will never change, as long it's in this country (a reference to the fact that everyone knows everyone, so, there, Mrs Bennett won't be offended).

Slut up or shut up

2011-05-31T00:46:00.000+02:00

Photos taken by Elise.

Covert Affairs (2010 - )

2011-05-26T11:32:00.000+02:00

Recently I caught up on this new show on the telly. Luckily it was just in the parameter of me being able to watch new television shows again (I've been a good girl studying maths, you know). I am familiar with shows that have a leading lady. Of course I haven't always been impressed, for example Alias and Nikita (the old one, not the new one - haven't watched that yet). One always got the sense that the women didn't really "fit" the role. Well, I didn't feel the proper heroine-vibe from any of them, and the shows were a bit boring. They were "too serious". I like a bit of fun too, as it would be in any work-place.

The leading lady is none other than Piper Perabo, who you probably remember from Coyote Ugly, which was one of the popular movies at the start of the naughties. At least for us young girls. Here she plays a better role-model as Annie Walker, who recently got into the CIA, but quite early on gets sent to the "field". The field means no training, and more gunshots. There she gets helped by Auggie (Christopher Gorham), a computer geek that's always a ladies man, and is surprisingly blind. Despite he's blindness he's not in any manner weak. He's sort of Seth Cohen with confidence (makes any lady shriek of joy).

There are loads of other hot man-candy (if this were a show with a male lead we know there'd be loads of ladies). We've even got Sandy Cohen present here. I feel that anything that man and his eyebrows are present in is a good thing. I like how he also always seems to be married to blondes.

So if you're into the sort of action packed thing driven not only by the story, but by the characters then you should check this out. The second season is coming out the 7 of June, so you're in good time to catch up with the first season.

Hit or Miss? Miss.

2011-05-25T14:50:00.000+02:00

Probably most likely. I sat in a football field with two hundred other people crunching digits, while the inner monologue was going "fuck, god, oh, I can't - can't I just leave? GOD". Include constant shaking and the fact that I felt like a part of myself was hungover, as my mouth seemed to oddly taste of cider. I don't know how that happened, and the fact that I completely forgot how to divide. I sat there practically sweating grapes and hair and menstruation on the paper (OK, no menstruation, but you get the picture). Just loads of tears involved in this paper. The worst was the fact that you could barely hear what the announcer-man said, because there was this constant echo, so I didn't even know how much time I had left during the first part. I asked one of the women closest to me, and she ended up telling me I had more time than I was supposed to. So, then I was suddenly finding myself asked for my paper, when I hadn't written half of the things down on the "fancy paper". I got extra time, luckily, because he was compared to the other "old guards" not a mean person. Yet it wasn't enough to make a graph. So basically fuck. I managed better in part two, but it depends on how you define "better". I pretty much think that went into the toilet too. It's sort of sad not getting questions about any of the things you knew the best, and then just hurriedly scribbling on the paper.

It was bad. Very bad, so I think I'll just be a artist. I'll give up the life of a student quite quickly, because I am apparently just a moron. No point in going in hibernation, no point in studying, because despite it all - it all came to nothing. I have cried enough over numbers. I am burying this project in the ground. Thank you for following the failure of Miss Strand.

THE ONE GOOD THING: I followed Chris Gorham at twitter and he messaged me a thank you for following him. YAAAY.

He's a nerd and he's ripped. A entry about Covert Affairs will be up.

Gingers are cool. I'm ginger now.

2011-05-23T23:31:00.000+02:00

No, I'm not. You know, I am always strangely more attracted to the colour red when I've got my period. It is strange how that works. At least I am over my angry-phase. Now I am just emotional. Luckily it isn't a great deal, so I am not crying over everything. Just some things. Because of USA's strange smoking-ban I can imagine illegal smoking clubs getting started. People sitting there in smoke-filled rooms in basements, and then the police sprint in. Hysterical if it were to happen. Reminds me of those bad guys in Some Like it Hot. They were just selling alcohol. Funny how things work out. Oh, I liked the "Rebel Flesh" episode of DW due to the meta-comment on Rory. LOVELY. Otherwise the episode was on the weak-side, but sweet. I did enjoy the comedy bits and especially the ending. SPOILERS. I've got my exam on Wednesday, so I am just going to cram the last bit of information in my brain and hope for the best. Wish me luck!

The Disconnected Facebook

2011-05-23T15:39:00.000+02:00

Besides my aggravation about my maths right now; where I feel like throwing my books out of the window. It's like a bloody turbulent relationship where we argue about every little thing, and then suddenly have passionate sex. Then everything goes into routine, but then at some point a small thing turns up and makes me throw plates. That sort of relationship. I am just going to relax my mind a bit and talk about something entirely unrelated. You see I deleted my Facebook. A bit more dramatic for some people than for me, which scared me. Honestly, if I am going to reason why - I'll say this; I just don't like it any more. That's it. It isn't my cup of tea. It is like a bad ex-boyfriend who you keep coming to. I wake up in the morning wanting to see what it's doing and it fills my mind, because if I don't check I might have missed something. I might have a notice. The self-absorbed bitch that I am does love that, but right now I am so fed up. I don't know. This mood might change and I might go back there. But right now, because my hands compulsively writes the address - I just don't want to.

Oh, and if you suddenly feel you can't contact me, I suggest email, twitter and calling me.

True dat

2011-05-20T14:13:00.000+02:00

"It’s now very common to hear people saying ‘I’m rather offended by that’ as if that gives them certain rights – it’s simply a whine, it’s no more than a whine. ‘I find that offensive’. It has no meaning, it has no purpose, it has no reason to be respected as a phrase. ‘I am offended by that’ – well so fucking what?” - Stephen Fry

Dress as you like

2011-05-18T11:42:00.001+02:00

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I get a bit frustrated from time to time. Especially now because of debates between women about rape. I even read one commenting on a picture of a girl with a low top, and saying that if she got raped she deserved it because of that top. A girl said that. Imagine that? I got a bit angry really. Very angry actually. This is sort of my feeling with the popular show Gossip Girl. How come you ask? Thing is, one of the main popular males opened up one of the first episodes of the show attempting to rape a girl who was 15-14 (if I am not mistaken). This was brushed off. Maybe because the writers realized the potential of the character, but then again - isn't it odd? The character himself seems to have quite the drinking problem and is sometimes even a bit violent. All the young girls claim this to be "passion". I do not find it quite passionate yelling at your ex-girlfriend "You are mine!", while holding her, and actually breaking some glass with your fist near her face. I don't see passion there or am I mistaken? The worst are the comments of her being to blame - that she was the one who made him go that far - excuse me? She said she was going to marry someone else, and she seemed to even pity him to begin with. Yet all of this seems to be resolved later on? What sort of example is this show giving young girls? A very bad one indeed. I suppose I shouldn't get angry, because this is only a television show - but the issue is that these young girls bring this on to other discussions. They believe that a woman with a low top deserves to be raped. That if a man acts violently because "you are his" it is OK because it is passion. That a woman who walks around with a short skirt got what she deserved.

What kind of view is that? I think the importance is to not learn women how to dress, but learn men that rape is not at all acceptable That we should try to find out WHY they rape rather than WHAT kind of skirt the girl was wearing. It is never the victims fault. A no is a no. Whether this was done on the street or that a girl falls asleep on a sofa at a party - it is never acceptable. Never - no matter what she wears or not. Never acceptable.

How you doing - again - and again - and again?

2011-05-16T16:40:00.000+02:00

I've never been good at flirting. I become somewhat nasty towards the opposite sex, especially when I do not know the person well-enough. I don't know. It must be some defence mechanism stemming from my childhood when I was very bad at Norwegian, and had thought that you were supposed to hit boys. The girls in my grade were demented, and had a tendency to run after the boys and physically attack them. I might not do that. Well, never to strangers anyway (kidding..almost). The fact that I also never had any friends who were boys is probably why I have a tendency to be a bitch. I've tried to better myself of course, and I've actually approved vastly, but sometimes when I sense there's a hidden agenda I just turn on the bitch. Some people have the obvious "I am trying to get something out of this." Of course in this case I think it is amusingly justified.

Months ago, in October some time there was a bloke who hit on me. He took a great deal of interest with me, and I none whatsoever in him. This was of course at the same bar I always go to - during the period of time called "last call" - when all men get desperate.

"Oh, you're academic," he said with disdain, because I wasn't interested.

"Actually I work in a shop," and so I sauntered off.

Then there was another evening. I didn't recognise him at first you see. This is the main problem with alcohol. I was standing at the bar, he flirted, and offered to buy me a drink. I said that he didn't need to several times, but he insisted. So, I got my drink, and settled soon by my friends assuming he'd come along, as he'd also stared at me earlier that evening. Then not long after, one of the bartenders came to me, and said that I had to pay for the drink, because he'd walked off the bill. I was in shock, but paid.

He later showed up at my table, and said I was the most beautiful woman in the room. Right. We met later on the outside, he said again that I was academic, and then I remembered. Of course I said I worked in a shop again, and that we'd met before. He was convinced otherwise. I was shaking my head in disapproval. He then claimed he would visit me at my shop. He never did thankfully.

Then, just the other night - some annoying bloke spilled beer all over where I was sitting. He'd seated himself drunkly by me and my friends - and then attempted to clamour besides me when he proceeded to spill the beer all over my seat. He wandered off after this, and when my friend who's beer he spilt asked if he could possibly buy her a new one - he said no, and didn't properly apologize.
Later on he told me I was pretty - I proceeded to tell him that I wasn't interested, due to his spilling the beer, and that I knew who he was, and that he'd hit on me several times before - with the same awful result. He walked off, and returned to proceed to hit on my friend, then try to get my other friend to put in a good word with me, but he'd apparently kissed her once another evening.

In the words of Shakespeare "hell no". So, this is the stage where never going to that bar again seems like a very good idea. Very good actually.

557 Morning Rose

2011-05-13T20:38:00.000+02:00

SADFACT: Siste sangen Louis Armstrong noensinne spilte. Han gjorde også det bare i ett opptak. Han døde to år senere.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.

2011-05-09T00:12:00.001+02:00

I saw this movie when it was released. I loved it. Before the movie was made or even thought of being made - I found this short story. I loved that short-story. I illustrated it in the end and made a children's book out of it. One of the most wonderful coincidences I've ever come across. I love the love story, but then everyone knows who much a sap I am.

PS: Brad Pitt is totally hot in this movie (OK, of course not as a old man).

PPS: In case you don't know. This is the story of Benjamin, who is born backwards. He's born old and gets younger. This is about his life and about his love for a women named Daisy. It's his story and their story.

It's also directed by David Fincher (Social Network, Fight Club, Se7en) and Alexander Desplat made the music (Triplets of Belleville. I theeenk). So, it is way awesome. With Brad Pitt and Kate Blanchett (she is so pretty with red hair, I have no words, LOVE HER). Just watch it you loser. OK?

A half-naked Angelina Jolie and about viewing porn

2011-05-05T21:51:00.000+02:00

We've got a lot of beggars that come to the shop, some of whom we know, and some who only come to exchange bottles. On one particular day one of the supervisors said to one of them that we couldn't take in more, and then the beggar offered him to chose one of the porn DVD's he conveniently had in his bag. My supervisor, fond of porn as he is picked one, and let the man exchange bottles anyway.

At work we've got a computer, and a huge big-screen with a over-view of the shop (in case of thieves) in the basement. In the shop itself there's also the same big-screen with overview of the shop upstairs by the register. There's also two different machines in the basement - one for the computer downstairs and one for the camera upstairs. My supervisor, having some spar time decided to view the porn a bit for mild amusement.

Meanwhile upstairs a co-worker of mine worked, and got aware that several of the chaps buying stuff kept staring at the screen. He'd ignored it for a while but turned towards the screen after a while - YES, porn on the big screen. Of course he told the supervisor who had already seen a good five minutes to stop playing with the computer. Though luckily the customers were amused. This is a lesson to all. Never assume that watching porn for your own amusement ever goes down well - especially at work.

Here are some kittens and Chris Martin

2011-05-03T18:57:00.000+02:00

I wrote something, but I said fuck it. I am only 21.

Admire my Britney-poster

2011-04-30T16:27:00.000+02:00

Had a old used up camera in the drawer, and got it back from the shop. Last pictures of dad you guys. Of course I wept. A good weeping even. I find it weird that his last picture is of him waving. One could almost say he's saying goodbye.

Batman likes cats

2011-04-25T21:24:00.002+02:00

Twilight Princess Rant: Besides hating the yeti, who invited me to his house for dinner, but of course this isn't just your regular home. No, of course it is enormous with beasts lurking about, and one sick slightly confused wife when it comes to where her bedroom key is. Yes, I know the bedroom key is a very dodgy item as it leads to their master bedroom, but I do not think that Twilight Princess-game just decided to turn totally weird on me. Funny if it did though. Everything just sexes itself up for the silent brooding Link trying to save the Princess Zelda and the whole of Hyrule. I am probably boring you, like anyone is here for the text anyway. I see you looking at the pictures.

What can I say? I did four hours of maths today. I had deep meaningful phone-calls and watched the Doctor Who's season starter. It blew my mind, which is why I am having issues beating a mid-boss in the snowy Yeti's home (excuses). There's a statue with a ball and chain. Forget that. Doctor Who. Really, brilliant. Moffat, I sort of hate and love you. I'm waiting for Gossip Girl, and How I Met Your Mother. Yes, my social life is the phone-calls and various television shows. Despite not being out there, I am out there. I like hearing the stories from afar really. Not being involved and just hearing of people's silly struggles are funny. I am sorry, but it is. If you were the sober me, sitting in on weekends you'd know how fun it is to wake up to missed calls and text messages. I feel much more important staying in than going out. Of course the novelty will wear off at some time. Like my love for Eliza Doolittle. Correction: Never.

Freak and geek

2011-04-25T10:12:00.000+02:00

My brain has been consumed by Zelda this weekend, when I decided to play a bit.
Of course a bit turned into a lot.

A girl has got to play.

Eliza Doolittle, who woke me up before she go go

2011-04-22T02:05:00.000+02:00

You can't hurry brains

2011-04-18T11:31:00.000+02:00

Of course you're wondering where Karina is. Unfortunately she's gone from where normal civilisation is at the moment (the other side, no, no her cabin) - or well she was in the weekend. I'm going into a social hibernation, you see. There'll be me working out, doing my math, and keeping away from alcohol - in about five weeks. A easy feat, don't you think? Yeah, I know it's going to be hell. I've been writing it everywhere to remind myself where my social life will be going. Nowhere as a matter of fact. It's probably going to be like summer, but depend upon it - it is my future. It is much more important than getting pissed in the weekends. I also don't want to be "one of those" people who jammer about how they lost everything by that small incident in 1998. I know we are like totally past 1998 by now. Everything was probably easier anyway in 1998.

Besides this, I have to show you this, because it made me laugh -

All Link(ed) out

2011-04-13T11:45:00.000+02:00

Stuff that I want Ray-Ban Cats, I've been looking for a pair of classic sunglasses that I feel I'd wear - I've got a serious thing for cat-eye sunglasses, and voilà! Of course at a expensive price. That's the only way to go really. Yellow Batchell, this one is just amazing. I've got a thing for bags. I've got actually quite many when I think of it. Many in bright colours, but none in yellow. Then there's a dress from H&M's new Concious collection - by some strange coincidence you can't actually find it on the website. Maybe it isn't concious enough perhaps? It was firstly a dress that my friend Sofie loved to bits, and for some reason worked on me. I don't usually work in such dresses you see. Every time I see such a dress I walk on by. I just tried it for shits and giggles for I was prepared for it not to fit.

Stuff that I need aren't much different from the one on top. I need sunglasses. That I do. I need a dress. A white shirt. A long skirt and a short jacket. OK, we know I don't. I do need food though. I need some more pens. And a perfume, since I am using my mom's now. Just food and water really. I could...no

Stuff that I am thinking of I love that dude, grown up or little or whatever. He's my spirit animal. I might be journeying that direction soon, but first I shall conquer my first boss, which is maths. He's a bit more tricky, despite the various online guides you can't ask a friend or scream for your mum when he hits you. You've got to be steady and creative. Maths is such a wanker sometimes. So, I'll put on my hero's outfit, get out the sword and start shooting arrows at this son of a bitch. I know, that I am using a lot of bad language, but I do think there are few who truly enjoy maths when it isn't working out. Of course when everything is going swimmingly and you're cruising on the big seas - your map out, and everything looks clear. Then it is magnificent, but when you don't even know where you are - you just start sailing anywhere visiting small towns and buying up everything at the nightly auction. When you've done that you end up just going about bombing things and flying with the seagulls. That ain't no life. You are supposed to be a hero.