It is under a week until I move, and I am desperately seeking friends. The few of you that met me know I have a huge need to socialize. So this is my personal ad!
And those of you who have met me before can probably see something new with my face? No?
Jeremy, Aaron, Jason, Spilt, Frani, A, Vincent, Cary, Dabi, Heidi, Lisa, Lauren, Erin, The Mighty One and Bill... I’m coming for you. In three days I leave for the country I love to hate...
USA
I just got home to Oslo, and I have no idea what to pack. My friends keep saying.
- LA is so hot, bring a bathing suit and sandals. - No, LA is not that warm this time a year, bring sneakers. - Seattle is as cold as Norway. You should probably bring something for winter weather. - Chicago is SOOO windy, bring a thick jacket. - Chicago is not just windy, it’s raining all the time as well. Bring an umbrella. - New York can be whatever... you should just bring something for every occation. - Oh my god, your going out on town right. bring your stilettos! - Maybe you want to hike. Bring a good back pack for that, and some good shoes.
I’ve been starting to thing I should just bring my video recorder and camera, and buy everything else I might end up needing there. because everything has to fit in my 60 Liter Bergans backpack. That’s the goal anyways.
Seriously! What do i bring?
And. I have made an America-blog for everyone since this Myspace page is closed for all my IRL friends (almost). That’s at http://ingasusa.blogspot.com
Tag: Ten random things about me
Current mood: okay
I've been tagged by my God, Wincent. So here's ten random things about me.
1. I puke when I see slugs. It's not a joke. You know the big black ones that come out when it rains? Once I had to walk two hundered meters from the bus stop to work. It saw ten slugs on my way there. I puked three times just walking past them, and once when I got inside work. I almost puke just thinking about it.
2. People keep talking about awkward silence, but i still don't know what it is. I talk so much that I have never experienced it. I think some people might find that annoying about me, some people will love it.
3. When I'm on the computer I only write with three fingers. I still type as fast as those who use all ten. My boss hates me for it, as I get a lot of errors.
4. If I eat peach my lips double size. Sometimes I eat them before taking a photo, just to get the Angelina effect. It itches.
5. I think eating disorders are funny. Everyone wants to tell you about theirs, like its hip or something. I would get anorexia if I had the willpower, I don't.
6. I eat out four out of seven days a week because I suck at cooking. I can only make homemade pizza and pasta. Usually I only eat bread. I will be a terrible housewife.
7. Even though I'm not scared of flying anymore I still tell the crew I am. That way i can go in to the plane first, I get candy and everyone is very nice to me. And if the plane starts to shake they come over and hold my hand. I like that.
8. I'm very judgemental against religious people. I have to fix that.
9. If I do something by myself I feel like it's not happening. Like if I read a book with no one else in the room, it's like I didn't do it. I'm the tree who fell in the forest. I need people.
10. My biggest fear in the world is that I'll never have children. It's more important to me than having a man. Will wait ten years though.
If one out of the five people I tag actually writes a blog I'll be pleased:
This man knows how to brag about my country! I promise, it's not as good as it seems even though it's all true. I'll be the first to say this is a glorification, but it's not a bluff. Enjoy and order your tickets now.
Halloween is for losers
Current mood: amused
Category: Life
My dad hates Halloween. My dad hates everything that is brought to us from the country across the Atlantic. My dad wouldn't let me eat at McDonalds when I was little, he did however let me have Coca Cola once in a while.
My dad thinks Valentines day is the most unromantic day ever. If anyone gave him a rose that day, he would piss on it. I adopted that feeling, because I love my dad... more than I love the day celebrating love.
My dad hates Halloween. Halloween is new in Norway. The first time kids came knocking on his door, was four or five years ago. Don't misunderstand, my dad thinks kids are great. And for that reason he thinks they should be taught properly.... America is evil.
Today I called my dad and told him it was Halloween. It was too late.
"I notice." He said, when he answered the phone. "Have kids been there?" "Tell me about it. The doorbell wouldn't stop chiming." "Well, did you open?" "Only the first time. Now I have turned of all the lights. I wanted to make meatballs, and I had to do it in the dark. Fucking annoying." "Why don't you just give them the candy?" "And teach them egoistic way of american kids. Trick or treat? What is that? Really?" "It's just a game dad." "Yeah. Give me candy, or I'll throw eggs at your house?" "Yep." "I'll rather sit in the dark."
The ash from the tip of my Marlboro light lets go of it's weak grip and lands in the middle of the beer in front of me. Carefully I try to fish it out with my middle finger, but it goes under water, drowns and land on the bottom of the glass. I stare at it for a second. Well, at least ash is sterile, I think, before i suck the beer of my finger and take a big sip from the glass.
I look at the boy in front of me. He has watched the whole accident. He laughs, looks at me for a second, and lights a cigarette. I do the same.
"Ash is sterile" I say.
He lets out a loud and warm laughter and wave at the waiter. He orders me a new beer. He's not ugly. Blond hair that is starting to escape from his eyebrows, and gives me a better possibility to guess his age. He is wearing a white shirt, three buttons open. The hair on his chest is darker than what's left on his head. His eyes are blue. He resembles someone, but i can't put my finger on who it is.
"It's true" I say.
He gives me a new beer. It's darker then the one I had earlier. The boy tells me his name, and that he repairs guitars.
"Is that your job?" I ask.
He nods and tells me the story of how he has dreamt about becoming a professional jazz guitarist. He has dreamt about traveling the world, to New Orleans and New York. He has made a fantastic version of Lullaby of Birdland. He assures me I can come home with him and hear it. Because he has a lot of guitars, and the music is always in his fingers, no matter how many beers that flow in his bloodstream.
But right now he repairs guitars.
"Well, what do you work with?" He asks.
"I'm a journalist"
"So you write?"
"Sometimes I have to."
We laugh. He moves closer. He puts his hand carefully on my lap, but only for a second. An other guy comes over and the exchange a few words. The boy excuses himself and goes to the bathroom.
I light a new cigarette and wait. Suddenly i remember who he bares a resemblance to. I lean over to a girl on the table next to me.
"That guy who just sat here. Doesn't he kind of look like Jude Law?" I ask her.
The girl starts to laugh, and looks at me.
"Seriously. How many beers have you had?"
I shake my head, laugh with her and turn back to my table. I realize that I can't remember. And before he comes back from the bathroom I leave and go home.
Currently
listening
:
Tigermilk
By
Belle & Sebastian
Release date: 13 July, 1999
The Norwegian police have done a study, and they have found out why girls get raped. Their conclusion is the iPod! (what is really sad, is that this is true.)
The reason is that girls listening to music on their Ipod won't be able to hear when someone attacks them in the street. What brilliant thinking!
It's weird though, that this wasn't a problem with the walkman and the discman? Do guys find ipod sexy? Is it the new porn?
A journalist in the Norwegian Newspaper "Klassekampen" had an excellent outlook on the police's fine discovery.
So, most rapes happens at home. Usually by someone the victim knows. Actually the most common rape are between spouses. So to prevent women from getting raped, we should ban home stereo, and of course TV-sound. Maybe even color TV, cause it might distract the woman from being ready to fight off a rapist. Maybe it's better to just ban TV in general, and leave it to the male population.
When I think about it. While I'm sitting here writing this, I'm very vulnerable. I should watch out. Let's just ban MySpace to. And Facebook and Match and all those other internett comunities. There might be a rapist standing behind me right now, and I don't even know, because I'm so distracted.
Maybe all women should move to the countryside. Where there is no technology or possible rapist. We can start our own society, where we listen to our iPods all day long :)
Getting ready to get sexually abused
Current mood: irritated
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
I got the job! *trumpets and clapping* From june to august I will be working at the biggest newspaper in Norway. Go me! I'm scared as hell. I'm pretty sure it will not take them long to understand they should have taken the 35 year old who actually had some experience, and don't need to run his writing through grammar control in word. Oh well, God bless charm!
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Now that I'm going to be a journalist for real, at least for a summer. It seems like I have to get used to getting sexually abused. During the world championship i Sapporo in Japan, an female reporter experienced this.
This guy, Lars Berge had just won a gold medal, and had just finished an interview with the female reporter. He probably thought he was out of the frame. But... no babe! Also, the TV team in Japan had a short deadline, and when the stuff was sent over to Norway, they had even worse time, so the sex-joke was aired on norwegian television for everyone to see. Even my 83 year old grandmother.
1. The TV station says they're sorry and that it should never have been aired. Ok, I buy that!
2. The skier says he regrets doing the joke! Yeah right, because you were caught!
3. The reporter says she wasn't offended by it, and that it is forgotten. What the fuck!
Is that really how she feels. Would that have happened to a male reporter? God no! Ok, there are jerks everywhere, and I understand they want this out of the public eye. But please girl, choose your battles. This is principle.How can you not be offended by that gesture. You're doing your job, and she's pretty good at it as well. And these skiers (read: Norwegian heroes) turn you into nothing but a piece of meat, in front of the entire norwegian population. Now that's degrading. Where's your spine, stand up for yourself!
Am I the only one that feel this way?
Currently
listening
:
If Looks Could Kill
By
Camera Obscura
Release date: 23 January, 2007
Sex me up
Current mood: accomplished
Category: MySpace
Fun with photoshop. Smaller nose, bigger lips and boobs, and dark mysetrious eyes. I never knew I could do with all this impovement. I will spend the next 5 hour photoshopping myspacers. Who knew photoshop was so much more fun than paint?
This A appeared in my beer the other night, written in something as pure as beer foam. What does this mean? I think it's something holy about this. I need some help figuring this out.
okay
amused
irritated
accomplished
curious
