Crimson and Clover

Paper Cut

2010-04-30T18:53:00.006+01:00

In the spirit of sharing, I can inform the world that I have cut my own hair today with a pair of paper scissors. And that with great success! I probably don't qualify as a hairdresser, but as long as it my own head I'm terrorizing, I have no fear of prosecution. Funny how when you're trying to let your hair grow, it seems like it's in a state of shock - completely paralysed. But when I want to keep it short, it's growing so fast I have to cut my undercut every three weeks. It is probably due to my nutritious diet and healthy lifestyle I am leading. I'm positive.

Tonight its Club Pony night at the Harley here in Sheffield. When I mentioned earlier that I've fallen in love with DQ on Fridays, Club Pony has to take a lot of the credit. But as they 'return to the Harley' tonight, that is where I will be; both feet at the dance floor, a straw in mouth and a gin&tonic in hand. Because, apparently, the Harley is all about gin. Gin and music.

As we all know, there's always a good occasion to celebrate and to party. So tonight's chosen grand celebration, is the fantastic Labour day! Not that I feel particularly sympathetic towards the Labour Party here in the UK, but as a hard working (former) labourer, I feel a strong urge to welcome May 1st as the clock ticks midnight, and celebrate! Call it what you want, I believe it only shows what a hard-working young person I am. After all, we are the youth of today, but world leaders of tomorrow. YES!

So my suggestion to those of you fortunate enough to read this, is to join me and celebrate all those taxpayers who, because of their hard labour, have allowed me to chill out at the Harley with Club Pony.

Cheers!

Mango Squash

2010-04-28T19:39:00.004+01:00

Gooosh, about 4 months since I managed to write anything whatsoever. Pretty bad for someone who pretends to study journalism. But to tell you the truth, the reason behind my lack of productivity is the amount of fun I've had. It's wierd how lots of fun equals no posts, but it just came to a point where too much stuff was going on, and I didn't know where to start.

With that said, I can try to sum up what I've been up to in a few (many) words:

December: Home to Norway for Christmas, spent 1 week with the family and 1 week with skiing and friends.

January: Kick off start with skiing 1 week in Tignes, France with Sheffski. Back to Sheff, crammed in a bus with smelly skiers, the longest 24 hours of my life. Spent a week alone revising in surprisingly snowy Sheffield. The country came to a halt, and I laughed at silly freezing Brits. 2 weeks of horrible exams.

February: Me and Lucy took advantage of Ryanair's silly silly prices and went to Norway for a week. Lucy was freezing in -13 degrees, but the snus made her happy. The 3 remaining weeks consisted of nothing but alcohol. We fell in love with DQ on Fridays. Nuff said.

March: My birthday, celebrated over several all day/night cocktail sessions at the Old house. Got wee'd (urinated) on, bought lots of second hand clothes, acted like a twat most of the time, and did no proper school work. Gave myself the price for being the biggest loser. Went home for Easter.

April: Easter holiday and 3 weeks in Norway doing nothing/skiing/nothing. Managed 1 week with the family out of 3, which in itself is pretty impressive. Money spent, no money saved (Norway is have failed massively in their alcohol politics. You don't drink less even though it's expensive. You just have to rob a bank or turn to prostitution). Got back to full spring-sunny-warm Sheffield. Computer died, was left 1,5 weeks with no internet, no life. Got a new laptop. Did quite a lot of Uni-work, but not enough.

Wow, the last 4 months of my life went past just as quickly as it took me to write that down. Only thing that forces me to realise that it's not 3 months until exams is the fact that today I wore a t shirt and shorts. Definitely different from Norway. Definitely not enough time until exams. Definitely gonna hate myself for my lack of 'doing'.

Camera is unfortunately left in the Mother country, but seeing Mum and Sophie are coming over to visit next weekend, it will soon be back. Now it is time for me to try to sort out this essay of mine that I've been neglecting for the last decade. Wish me luck, and in return I'll try to serve my duty as a 'blogger'!

PS: Robinson's Orange & Mango Squash = GOOD SHIT!

Glittery gingerbread

2009-12-01T19:12:00.007Z

The gingerbread (pepperkake) recipe is up on the fridge just waiting for me to attack it, the decorations are up, the gifts are already wrapped and the old classic tunes are swimming out of spotify. Pretty much set for Christmas now. First time ever in my whole existence that I have been so well prepared. Bring on the 19th!

Was planning on going out tonight on a Disney night. That means, of course (this is England), that I would have to dress up as a random Disney character. But since my butt seems to be glued to this chair, I'm not so sure. The bottle of vodka is in my reach where I sit, so I might just start there and see where it leads. It might lead to a night out as Piglet (Nasse Nøff), or just straight to bed. Oh, the crucial choices we have to make being young in this day and age!

(In Norwegian:)
For dere av jentene som skal på julebordet vårt - jeg har kjøpt gave og den er svær! Og fin og morsom og myk, og jeg skulle gjerne hatt den selv. Måtte den beste kvinne vinne! Gleder meg syyykt lizzom

Delightful treats

2009-11-26T18:23:00.014Z

Since the November 11th (last post) I've had some tiny sleeping errors, resulting in several hours of sleep during the day, a blank mind and not a great entertainment-value. I have tried to pour my mind onto blogspot, be creative and write something amusing and funny. But no, nothing. I am sorry about that.

On the other hand some really big things have happend. I am now houseless for next year, and with no flatmates as I know of. I've been extremely angry, probably more angry than I've ever been, and also very sad. But one day I might be happy about how it all turned out, even though next year (as of now) didn't go according to plan. I know I write about next year like it's already a part of the past, and in many ways it feels like it. But! I will be the bigger person in this situation and make the best out of it. Everything always work out for nice girls :)

So as a comfy and colourful band-aid, I decided NOT to go and buy Christmas presents (even though I should have), but to buy myself yet anorther (!) pair of sneakers. I know that these delightful treats are very much alike several pair I already have, but.. hush hush!

I have also explored Edinburgh in a fur coat with the ski team, accompanied Lucy to a gig night with some local indie/rock/rap/jazz bands - all in one lovely evening of beer and black leather jackets, and had a romantic date with New Moon and the forever gorgeous Edward Cullen (also known as Robert Pattinson or even better; R-Pat! HA)

The Scottish are thruely dedicated to their culture - even the bus is covered in tartan! The dryslope is however not.

With only three weeks until I go home (yey!) for Christmas, there is really not much to do other than looking forward to just that. People are starting to run out of money, which results in fewer nights out and more time to watch films and sleep. Yes, you heard me right - I did not mention more time to STUDY, cause that it not what I am doing. Hopefully we'll soonishly be given an idea of what and how our exams will be, but until then... ZZZZZzzzzZZZ!

PS: This is what happens if you are drunk enough to fall asleep on the ground after a heavy night.
People have a laugh, and I get my sleep. In a fur coat. In Scotland.

Should, should not

2009-11-11T15:24:00.005Z

What should I do when I really don't want to do the things I really should have done weeks ago? Should I simply 'bite the bitter apple' as we say in Norway, or postpone everything like usual? Should I read the Sun and pretend I like it, or should I perhaps read about why the Sun is written in the way it is for my tabloid module? WHAT should I do?

Instead of doing all the things I should do, I spend most of my days doing things I don't have to do. And the problem isn't that what I SHOULD do is so god damned boring - it's just the fact that I should do them than makes my brain automaticly twitch and scream in pain.

I might just suffer from winter depression/uselessness, or perhaps I finally feel the side effects of two years bumming around pretending to be a fulltime hippie/hardcore fulltime working chick. I've for example started planning my Christmas shopping, watched the X Factor (go on Jedward!), eaten the rets of my brunost and tomorrow I'm off to Edinburgh and BUDS to watch the best Univeristy dryslope skiers and boarders in the UK. Personally I'll just be watching since I have not a clue in the world how to even get safely down that slippery carpet, but I am sure the weekend will be fun.

Now I'm turning my computer off so that I can read in peace. HAHA

ShuuuuuuuS!

2009-11-02T19:43:00.009Z

I just got the shoes I ordered last week.
I don't need any more shoes.
I have too many shoes.
I don't have enough room for my shoes.

BUT

I think shoes are pretty.
Feet are ugly without shoes on.
Shoes make me happy.
I (normally) care for my shoes like they were my babies (even though atm they are suffering from mud-attack)
I'll rather eat noodles than not treat myself with new shoes.
I have to eat noodles now.
The day I get a boyfriend who buys me shoes, I know I've hit the jackpot.

AND

If I could be God for one day, I would erase UGG's and any UGG-like boots from the surface of the earth. If someone sent UGG's to space, I would track them down and erase them too. UGG's weren't even cool when Beyonce wore them in 2002.

For more shoe-delights, visit the wonderful Jane Aldridge's blog Sea of Shoes. It might not be the shoes I personally spend my money on, but a little part of me wish I was her. Even if she's only 17.

And a big thanks to Royal Mail for not making me suffer from their stupid strike.

An invation named Karianne

2009-11-02T18:34:00.009Z

For those of you lucky enough to know both me and Karianne, there should never have been any doubt in your minds that this weekend wouldn't turn out to be epic. For those of you unfortunate not to do so, I believe the pictures at least gives you an idea about the kind of massieness that went down starting Thursday last week.

Superhero Journalism Social on Thursday, followed by a house party in Broomhill on Friday, and finally ended with Scary Tarts at the Union on Saturday. Just the perfect amount of fun we needed! I do admit spending Sunday in bed, eating take away and watching films, but I feel it's all justified by the amout of physical activity that we spent the previous nights performing. Partying is not all chillaxing - we became both sore and bruised!

I hope this week will be all quiet and boring. And that's just a tiny lie. Not even a big one.

Home and away

2009-11-02T18:05:00.002Z

No, I'm not talking about the forever lasting Australian soap opera which made Kylie Minouge famous and me entertained after school as a kid. I'm talking about MY home. In Norway. In Drøbak. In the town where it apparently is snowing atm (or was that just the forecast?).

Beacuse it seemes that the second I left the house with my 70 kg of luggage, my parents decided to have a tiny 'Extreme Makeover House Edition'. Not only have they re-done the master bedroom - my sister's bedroom has been made into a freaking walk-in closet! My sister, who kindly enough jumped of joy due to my departure, moved into my bedroom the second I was gone.

And if that's not enough, my family is planning to re-do that room as well. My hatred for the black and white striped carped floors didn't seem to be a problem before. But I moved out, and it seems the carpet will follow my trend. My sister, who have a good 5 years left at home, will have new and shiny floors, the turquois and bright yellow walls will be long gone, and I won't be suprised if a few pieces of new furniture will find it's way through the doors.

But that's fine. It's not like I'll be in debt after finishing my degree or anything. I'll probably earn money from living my student life! So I'll go back to Norway, buy myself a mansion and have my own Extreme Makeover House Edition. I just need to look up Ty's number. And get a megaphone! Yes!

Chop chop lamb chops?

2009-10-29T12:00:00.005Z

BEFORE / AFTER

I have learned that change is good. Change is not only good - it is addictive. Just ask my parents; according to them I am addicted to travelling. Probably one of the vital factors contributing to me ending up in a foreign country instead of Norway. But my 'addiction' goes further: so we now know that I can't stay at the same place for too long , but I also can't wear the same shoes three days in a row, I won't wear the clothes I wore this time last year, and I will only eat the same stuff for dinner if I'm broke and have nothing else. And the list doesn't stop, it's just a bit boring..

Some might say I'm a bit obsessive. But in fact, I don't think I'm more obsessive than the average 20-something-year-old with about the same lifestyle as me. We all know that world is not flat, nor is it standing still. And I am certainly not the only crazy spastic ant in the film BUGS. We are strong in numbers! It's more like I'm the one running after the forever evolving world. A world that at the moment is so exciting that I don't know which direction to run. No wonder time goes fast when things are changing all the time!

So the latest addition to my forever changing world is a proper haircut. The curly fizzy wig had to go, and in came an easier and waaaay shorter cut. Shaking with nervousness I tried to explain to the hair lady what I wanted: "I want it long so that when I wear a hat I won't look like a cancer case, but I want it short and edgy and nothing like a bob. I don't like bob's." (She had a good old Mr Bob planted on her head) Not making much sense does it!? Well, the hair lady didn't think so. But after a good 15 minutes of pulling hair, looking in hair magazines, discussions almost turning into arguments and a nice and warm shampooing, the nervous twitching was gone and I put all my heavy faith in her scissors.

And guess what? So far I like it! But we all know that it never looks as good the day after as it did at the hair dressers, so I'm holding my breath just a bit longer.

In about 2 hours Karianne will be arriving in Sheffield - I CAN'T WAIT! This weekend will be epic, historical, massive and drunken. Therefore it is a tiny possibility that I have feed you with snapshots of my life when next week arrives. But never say never?! Might be in a useless state and feel like blogging!

Have a nice weekend!

Question Time

2009-10-23T15:04:00.005+01:00

After living in England for some good 5 weeks now, I have a few things I'm a bit qurious about. Some of my questions might be self-explanatory for the Native English, East Asian, or whomever my questions might concern. But for a girl from Norway, they are not.

First out:
1. Why do English boys/men wear flipflops (and sometimes shorts) in late October? It is neither warm or practial, nor does it look good; I don't like feet, and especially not pale white hairy male feet screaming for a pair of socks. Get yourself a pair of cool sneakers for God sake!

Second:
And this is just me wondering, cause I find this particular fact very odd. Why are the fast food/fish&chips/kebab shops in town always packed with East Asian/Indian people? Breakfast, luch, dinner, even when I'm on my way out on town, they're still there!? Have I missed out on something?

Thirdly:
Do English people eat mashed potatoes because it is simply super tasty, or just because of lack of cooking imagination? Potatoes here are either fried or mashed. Or jacket and baked. Generally, I find that people here eat a lot of potatoes. Maybe my father's almost extreme love for potatoes is a result of the few English genes left in him?

Number four:
Is it true that all rugby players are loud and roudy and always trash things at house parties? It seems like common knowledge that rugby player are off court as they are on; big and crazy. What is this strange breed of humankind that they talk about? I have witnessed a bit of rugby pre-drinking, and I have my ideas about the rest..

Five:
Is there a place in this country/online where I can buy a can of self-dicipline? I'm in desperate need, and got get my 'shit' together to be able to pass my shorthand exam December 16th (there is no chance, even if hell froze and it never rained in England again, that I'll pass, but I would like to be able to give it a try).

Enlighten me please?

No disrespecting alcohol

2009-10-19T17:33:00.009+01:00

The University of Sheffield Snowboard Club's motto is; NO disprespecting alcohol.
And I promise you, we did not disrespect much this weekend at the Sheffield CableWaterski. Left Sheff on Saturday afternoon, and after some trouble reading sings and following maps, we made it just in time to get the BBQ going and ready before the dark hit.

With the snowboarding team providing us with several (7 was it?) bottles of skittles/jam vodka, burgers and sausages, chips, beer and cider, not much could go wrong. Well, that's not entirely true. Surrounded by a massive lake, we were pretty pleased that noone decided to go for a late night swim.. Maybe they didn't find the lake. You never know - no disrespecting alcohol is a serious matter!

The morning after, the BBQ was fired again. I admit I slept through that little event. Had some grapes and decided last nights mayhem had still not left my body enough for me to be seen by people. So sleepy-sleepy for another hour or so, and I was ready to WATCH wakeboarding. Yes my friends, I did not go on the water. To be honest, I don't understand why the majority of the group did, cause it was absolutely freezing! With more and more people turning blue splattering their tea all around them because their shivering made it impossible to drink, did not make the whole water circus any more tempting.

So I watched and wished for a duvet. And for that massive hangover that was sneaking up on me to go away. And do you think it did? HELL NO! The spinns, paranoia, shivering and coke, milkshake and squash later, I was fast asleep in bed at 8 pm.

GOOD TIMES!

Not sure what this week will bring other than Snow Sports Day on Saturday which will be amazing. Oh - and I booked my flight from Oslo to Geneva on January 2nd. All set for some powdery Alps! Hope you all are well and fine wherever you are and that you'll have a nice week:)

PS: I wouldn't mind some Norwegians coming over to visit me in the near future. Everyone seems to be going home for weekends or having friends over.. so yeah! Get your lazy arses over here!

Shake shake swishhh!

2009-10-15T21:32:00.003+01:00

www.myspace.com/shakealetti

I must say, the days go past so fast! Cannot believe it's Tursday already. The massive amount of black ink in my Academic Diary & Student Handbook (it's says so on the cover) is living proof of all the craziness going on in my life right now. Someone told me during Fresher's week that the hectic fun would cool down after a bit. But it still hasn't cooled down, and I have an alarming feeling that it won't get much colder in a while. October's packed and with at least 5 facebook invites popping through every day, it's almost too much to handle for a little fragile girl like myself (uuhmm..!?).

Since Sunday I have met up with Casiokids, been introduced to an amazing band named SHAKE ALETTI (picture above), eaten noodles, been pub golfing with the ski club, gotten myself an English bank account and finally booked a week of skiing in Tignes in January. Productive! I have also attended lectures, but I guess that's to be expected of me.

This weekend I'll be camping by a lake somewhere outside Sheffield and try to have a go at the cable park with a wakeboard attached to my feet. Last time I tried wakeboarding was an absolute disaster, but I am a girl of faith (not quite the religious type though..), and I will give it a go. If I'm anything like last time, at least I'll give the rest of the snowboarding club a massive laugh and something to talk about. I promise to take a picture or two. Promise.

Yeah baby........

Running karaoke monster

2009-10-11T17:14:00.008+01:00

The residents of Derwent F4 are a strange group of people. They always have some sort of dare going on, and their flat look like a trashbin turned inside out. But even so, they are a good crack, and they even make a Saturday night at the Edge fun (which is, for those of you not familiar with the Egde, impressive). I'm still not completely sure what last night's theme was, but by the looks of it, it was some sort of Frenchman meeting trashy transvestite.

Apparently Saturday nights are karaoke night. Oh dear! I do like a bit of karaoke, but what I do not like are the people who go up on stage to boost their ego or think they sound like Christina Aguilera, when they really sound like a dolphine on death row. The Halifax Rugby team made the night extremely entertaining with their interesting performances both musical and dancing-wise, but Derwent F4 still had the best performance (thanks to Tom for being so sexy)

I had a plan for today. A plan that would make this week easy and smooth. But somehow this plan still hasn't seen the light of day. I have tried though; I have opened the book, I have held the pen, I have read a few paragraphs, but still NO RESPONS! Shorthand will pretty much be the death of me. But not until tomorrow.

So instead of doing what i should do (shorthand), I did all sorts of things that I normally don't want to do, but they are still more fun than, yes - shorthand. I decided to go out and explore the area south of my student village, and ended up going for a run down Ecclesall Road, then back and into Endcliffe Park. Read my Sunday newspaper (The Independent this time) and drank my Vitamin Water while taking a few pictures of the pretty park, before speedwalking up the endless hill back home.

I'm so suprised by the nice weather these last three weeks. With only one day of proper rain, I'm thinking it must be a English record? But what do I know?! It seems England is not so much like Bergen as I thought!

Wheelchair on skies

2009-10-10T17:31:00.011+01:00

I'm pretty sure I didn't urinate on my chair last night. I have no memory in my head of feeling the urge to do such a thing. But the reason I'm even mentioning this, is because my chair is completely soaked. Sat down on it this morning, and got a wet suprise.

So did you have a wee at my chair while I was fast asleep last night? Or have finally the alcohol gotten the best of me and stolen the few braincells I had left? I am now studying in bed (and we all know that always ends with facebook/sleep/anything else than reading) and pondering over the wet chair mystery.

The events leading up to this very disturbing mystery, was more of the geeky kind. The ski club social up at the Ski Village was 'according to moi' a massive success. The pictures speak for themselves, but the school uniforms didn't stop people from acting like crazy kids.

I tried (with not much success) to teach the legendary SSV boot dance, but something tells me that the amount of snakebites flushing down people's throaths might have been a contributing fact to the lack of dancing skills. My eager attempt on getting an after party going was also a failure. It seemes afterparties are not so popular in this odd country. Today I feel lucky that my plan didn't work out and that I'm still alive. Yey!

Flash flash flash

2009-10-09T15:19:00.007+01:00

Short post; day off today. Done my laundry, done some studying, set up an appiontment with the bank to that I can get all my money transferred into pounds. For all you Norwegians in England at the moment - Do the same and get rich! Check out this: Pundet under 9 kroner.

Put out pictures of my new piercing as I told you I would. I've also put up some more pictures of my dearly loved ones.

Ski social tonight, gonna be brilliant. Gotta go - have a nice weekend!

The everlasting carneval

2009-10-07T16:42:00.004+01:00

British people have a strange love for fancy dress (costume) parties. It seems like anywhere, everywhere you go on a night out, you spot groups of people all dressed up in some sort of costume. And the boys here are just as willing as the girls to put on a pair of neon leggings (UV-party), a hula-hula skirt (beach party) or just anything that might be the theme of the night. I know for a fact that (most) Norwegian boys will look for any excuse at all NOT to participate in such foolish behaviour. Or am I wrong?

But all these fancy dress parties don't come for free. Because where the costume is expected, it is certainly not INCLUDED. I've mentioned before how much I hate Primark (thing I referred to at as a hellhole), but even if the shopping experience is horrific, it are ridicolously cheap. And cheap is good for any student on a budget.

The Sheffield University Ski Club are hosting a School Disco this Friday and it has come to my attention that people usually wear slutty school uniform-ish costumes to this particular THEMEparty. Me on the other hand, is going to try to go for the more Gosssip Girly uniform style with diamond sparkling headbands and a pearly cardigan. (think Blair Waldorf). At least not showing off my bum the whole night like some seem to do here.

But I love dressing up (or down as a chav). So today I had to go to Primark yet again to get a shit quality shirt for £2,5, some over the knee socks and a tie. And no - I do not know how to tie a tie knot. That's what we've got fathers and YouTube for. And with the amount of How to: tie a tie videos there are out there on the world wide web, it seems like the tie knot is some sort of "lost knowledge". So again - thank you YouTube for enlighten me with such valuable knowledge!

Oh, and on my way down town I passed a tattoo/piercing studio and decided to go and get pierced. Where and how you ask? That will have to be a suprise for now! Pictures will come later!

Chavvvvvv vvv vv innit WOT WOT?!

2009-10-06T18:25:00.005+01:00

I admit it. I looked my absolute worst last night. And it was brilliant! A bit of chavvy roleplay in the bar was definitely a hit. And snowboarders are very good at acting their part indeeed. Dizzie Rascal blasting from the phone speakers and saying 'innit' in every sentence seemed to be very natural for the whole horrifying gang terrorizing the streets of Sheffield last night.

And what do you do when you don't want to wear your chavvy hoodie anymore? You just put it under your top - and ZimZalaBim! You're pregnant! At least I was;

My name for the night was Tina (apparently chav's can't pronounce long names), the little toddler's name was already decided to be Kent-Ronny, and I had a vague idea who the father of my child was (Mike's? My cousin's? The local bus driver?). Pretty great! Running around with a big pint glass, I truely felt pregnant. Just the way it is (not) supposed to be!

Luckily I was back to normal when I woke up this morning. So mother, father, friends and strangers - you will not have to worry. Thank god.

You're supposed to wear high heels at the BALL, not while skiing

2009-10-04T23:16:00.009+01:00

I told you guys I would update you on how the skiing went. Well let me put it like this. The skiing was fun, but the festivities were MORE fun. Bragging about your drinking skills takes you nowhere - other than to the place where all the very drunk people go. They go lost. And to a certain extent - so did I.

The pictures speak for themselves, but it was all great fun. The boys took good care of me and made sure my glas was filled up (thank you for that!), and I now understand why they took their t-shirts off. Not because they are boys who like to run around like cavemen. But because they don't like spending too much time at the launderette. My dress is now completely covered in snakebite (beer and blackurrant). Smart guys!

Yesterday (Saturday) was the night for the Fresher's Ball - the finale of the Fresher's Week. And as far as I know, a ball is a night for formal dress, tuxedoes and high heels. I am one of those girls who absolutely love shoes (yes, we are strong in numbers), and that also include heels. Only problem; I hate wearing them.

But I did what I believe every girl does whilewearing heels. I suck it up and ignore it. That's the only way defend the amout of money I've put in high heeled treasures.

The girls all looked lovely, and the guys were very handsome in their black tuxedoes and shiny shoes. Even if the dancing was odd and akward and the Grease-feel (you know - lonely girls sitting on the sideline waiting for someone to ask them to dance?) was dominant, it turned out good. Chocolate fountains, food buffet, James Bond theme and casino rooms is not actually that bad.

After a long Sunday with studying the art of Shorthand (ha! Look up shorthand on google HERE. Yeah, that's what I'm trying to teach myself. Chinese you say?), I've suffered from some stupid ravers/hooligans somewhere in this building making it extremely difficult to sleep. Now that they've all moved along to the bar/pub/club of their choice, I will make an effort again, so that I will be cheerful and ready for my lectures in the morning.

Have a nice week everyone!

Good old casio

2009-10-02T13:32:00.003+01:00

Pretty damn awesome. Got an email today saying that I will be put on the list (+1) for Casiokids' gig in Sheffield October 12th. The email was from no other than one of the guys in the band himself, and I will do my very best to represent a bit of Norewgian music in the big England. I know they do a perfectly good job without me, but at least I get the chance to be a Casio supporter/groupie/fan/stalker!

If you haven't heard Casiokids music yet (which you should have by now), check out their myspace site HERE.

As far as last night goes, I now know I will never wear high heels at a dance party ever again. As usual me and Lucy managed to attract old creepy men and numerous units of cocktails - basically the normal night out. I'm also embarressingly sore after Wednesday's snowboard sesh, and will probably look like your average old granny up in the Ski Village tonight - this time with skis attached to my feet.

Hopefully I'll manage to get some more action (hahahuhuh) shots tonight, so that I can not only retell the story, but also SHOW you my weekly struggles!

Until then -- Toodles!

Insanity on a wet dryslope

2009-10-01T11:45:00.007+01:00

The wannabe snow is called :Dendix (left) and Snowflex (right)

First of all - a dryslope is not dry. It's wet. It has small 'things' in it that sprinkle water out on the snowflex, which also, it you are such a talented drysloper as I am, gives you a nice little shower the whole way down (sliding down on your face). After my first dryslope session, this time with the snowboard crew, I admit to be a big sucker. I SUCK AT THE DRYSLOPE!

Not only is it extremely slippery AND slow (very contradicting), but to be able to turn on it, you have to do it in a completely different way than on snow. A way that I still havent found completely yet.

So I guess what I'm saying is that I have finally realized how the people I used to teach snowboarding feel when they look down the hill and goes "Oh, God!" Because it isn't the fact that it's steep (cause it's not), or the fact that all the crazy English dryslope pro's are looking at me and laughing (cause I would laugh too). It's the fact that I have no clue how to stop, cause the way I usually stop just makes me end up flat on my face rubbing snowflex up my nose. Charming!

Anywho's - the Ski crew are going for their first shesh on Friday, and I will be there, just as enthusiastic as yesterday, just a tiny bit more sore than before (not used to use my body for anything else than facebook and partying these days. Sad).

So that's all for the first update on Christina goes drysloping!, and the next one, and hopefully a more successfull one, will come soon!

Poppy seed muffin inside a lemon

2009-09-29T17:46:00.004+01:00

What do you get if you bring a bunch of upcoming (and can I say brilliant?) journalists to the most tacky nightclub I've ever been in? Well - you get just that. A bunch of brilliant people in a trashy place. And that, my friends, are a whole lot better than trashy people in a brilliant place! Ha! With a shotgun start at Bar One, we walked all the way to Vodka Revolution, to Players and then finally ended up at trashy Embrace. Not the place to see in daylight, but it serves its purpose. People, music and drinks. multiplied by about a thousand.

The JournoSoc social was a success even if not that many came. I got to meet some "older" journalists. That is - the girls I spoke to in the year ABOVE me, are still 2 years younger than me. Gosh, I'm really not used to being "the old one"! But as I said; the journo people seems brilliant and really fun, so this is definitely something I'll attend to again.

First lectures today. As you can see from the picture above, I'm a very eager student, and like to show up at lectures a long time before anyone else. Ehhmm.. LIE!

1. lecture: 10 minutes late. After looking for the right street, the right buliding, the right floor and then finally the right room, the lecture had almost just started. But hey, it's start of term! Now I know where to go next Tuesday.

2. lecture: Guest lecture in some massive audutorium (picture). The guest/lecturer never came, neither did any other of the students. But the seats were comfy. Almost made me hope for a guest lecture named NEW MOON with a certain someone called Godlike-hunk-Robert-Pattinson. Me = looser.

3. lecture: Feminist module called Gender, Sexuality and Society. Basically we talk about feminism, homosexuals and sex. Clearly not in the same sentence. Almost felt like burning my bra.

But so far so good! Even done a bit of laundry, so now I'll be all clean until next week some time. SCORE!

Sheff Sheff Sheff iiield

2009-09-28T14:51:00.007+01:00

Can you see the little idiot in the mirror behind my new cup? Well, that is - to your suprise - ME!

Since both todays lectures got cancelled due to illness, I went for a little stroll in town. Had some few things to sort out, like pillows, bedlinens, towels etc. Got all of them at a local shithole, also known as PRIMARK (who can work at such a hellhole? Trash!). And as the (as mentioned earlier) idiot I am, I bought yet ANOTHER pair of shoes today (not at Primark, but the much nicer OFFICE). Though I really need a pair of black flats since the other ones I had suffered a peaceful death in my closet in Norway. Poor babies, I've had them for ages (5 years, maybe more?) and they were barely hanging together by a bit of glue and a whole lot of love.

So know I've added a pair of black old fashiones dancing shoes to my collection!

Tonight it's a social with the Journalism Society or JournoSoc as they call themselves. We've been asked to wear white t-shirts, and I'm not sure it's because the boys who run the society wants an involuntary wet t-shirt competition to check out the fresher girls's racks, or if its because they all want us to look like some sort of crew (or it might be a totally random reason, whatever). Anywhooos - I'm going. in a white t-shirt. And I'm up for it. YEY!

PS: The pictures abouve is of the big square in the City Center. I don't think Sheffield is as ugly as some might tell you.

So Fresher, So Unfresh

2009-09-26T13:57:00.014+01:00

Finally an update! After one week as a Fresher here in Sheffield, I finally have a spare moment to spend on my blog. Only problem is; I don't even know where to start when telling you about it all!

It started last Saturday when I dragged myself and 70 kgs of luggage across the Nordic Sea, off a plane, onto a train and into Sheffield town. Sunday morning was spent on moving into my Uni flat. Met all my new flat mates (we're 7 in all) and we topped the pre-drinks with some champagne to celebrate our new and yet unfamiliar Uni life.

Every single night since then have just been a massive party. To be honest I can't really tell the days/nights apart, but it has all been good. My feet are killing me, but since I have no plan of doing much else than sitting in my (single)bed today, it's all worth it. And the famous "Freshers Flue" is just somthing I'll have to endure. Yey!

Daytime every day have been spent wandering the streets of Sheffield. As a town of over 500 000 people, and about 60 000 students or so, it's just a massive web of busses, trams, streets, hills and PEOPLE to get used to. As I live a good 15 min ++ walk away from the main Uni buildings, and even further away from City Center, I feel a strong urge to become close friends with the bus system here. I have taken the bus a bit, but usually we just hop on whatever bus is around and hope for the best. The faith is strong these days!

My flat is pretty nice. Almost all the Encliffe (my student village) apartment buldings were brand spankin new last year, so I'm not suffering from a dark, claustrophobic, old brick building like a lot of other English houses are, but rather a light and spacious flat with a nice garden outside. The facilities at Uni campus is also great, so so far I don't have anything to complain about (even though I haven't yet started with my lectures).

An English phone is also one of the things I have spent my days sorting out. By some stupid reason, iPhones are way more expencive in England than in Norway, so my little dream of getting back what was stolen from me earlier this summer is now ruined. I have bought myself a pretty fancy Sony Ericson and for the first time since I was 12 years of age, I'm now on a Pay and Go (kontantkort). SUCKS!

Anyhows - I have met a lot of lovely people, and they are still popping up everywhere. I've got my flat mates, my course mates and hopefully I'll befriend some of the people in my sport teams. I'm not gonna brag about suddenly becoming a sports geek, but yesterday I joined the ski team and the snowboard team. So now I'll spend my Wednesdays and Fridays up In Sheffield Ski Village learnin how to ski/board on a dryslope.

You'll hear from me soonishly again! Ciao fro now!

Birthday = cake

2009-09-18T20:35:00.005+01:00

Last day in Norway for a while, celebrating my mothers birthday (big 49!). Woke up on a sofa in Oslo this morning, not able to understand where I was. Why do I keep falling asleep on peoples couches? Why can't I just try for once and get back to my own bed? That's a good Uni-resolution!

Finally back in Drøbak, just a tiny bit hungover, it was time for the final packing of my belongings, and then drive down to Café Teskje for some birthday dinner and cake with my auntie + uncle and grandma. Now both my bags AND I am full!

So tomorrow morning my parents will drive me to the airport, and FINALLY I will be on my way to my next adventure. I have no idea what awaits me - I don't know one single person there yet, and I have never been to Sheffield before. But one thing I know; it will be awesome!

Sunny brunch

2009-09-17T14:41:00.007+01:00

Who said the autumn was here? With a good 20 degrees ++ in the sun this lovely day, it was just a tiny bit too hot to appreciate. Me and Carina were boiling! It's funny how quick I get used to colder weather, even when I felt prefectly comfortable with 30 degrees in Mexico in June. I guess that's the eskimo in me trying to get out. The main focus of me and Carina's coversation was about skies and snow, so even if the sun is still warming us up, we're quite ready for some winter fun.

Not that I will have much of that this year. I'm bringing my snowboard pants, gloves, goggles and some thermals, but just because I won't ever be seen with ski/board boots combined with jeans. And it doesn't matter how warm it is!

Another thing me and Carina concluded on, is that we always need to have something to look forward to. If it is a party, a vacation, a paycheck or just a good film, we need that little treat. So for my part, I'm already looking forward to the trip to Les Deux Alps in Januray with Sheffield skiers and boarders. Carina and Andrea are probably going to New York around that same time, and I don't blame them for looking forward to that! I want to go back to NYC almost every single day. Almost.

PS: I don't know why the comment thing doesn't work. I've tried to figure it out, but my skills are really not very good :(

From A to B

2009-09-16T15:43:00.008+01:00

Item(s) X have now moved from A (closet) to B(luggage). Ironed, cleaned, prepped and excited, X is now ready to takeoff. Me on the other hand, is not.

Because, you may wonder?

Well, it turnes out I've eaten something I'm allergic to, and now I am the luck owner of a rash around my mouth. Sort of like a clown (get it? the clown makeup with the huge red mouth?). I can not start the semester looking like a clown with a rash! It itches and it looks horrible. SURE, I can walk around with messy hair and no makeup - but facial allergy rash is NOT something I will wear volunteerely. DAMNIT!

You are always allowed to buy shoes - even when you're saving money

2009-09-15T19:41:00.010+01:00

And I didn't have a pair of balck high heels (WHAT?). Every girl should have a pair of black high heels. It's just the same as everyone should own a pair of jeans and a white tanktop. Only problem is the I'm-trying-to-save-all-my-money part. Saving money is only easy if you lock yourself up, and give the key to my dad. Then you'll never spend money again. (Yes, he is what he likes to call "good with money")

Purchased (haha, even more money down the cash machine drain) a new big trunk today. I've also tried to fit all my clothes, shoes, bits and bobs into the two trunks and the bag I'm bringing over with me to England, and it is actually looking fairly good! I might reach the point where I've packed everything I want to bring, and actually am able to close the trunks/bag without violence!

Because, as we all know - VIOLENCE SOLVES NOTHING. Not even too many shoes.

Toystory

2009-09-12T18:15:00.007+01:00

I found these two macho heavyweights (HAHA!) among the toys at work (we have a little shelf with stuff for the crazy kids at the café), and so I asked if I could have them. They are the perfect counterpart to my My Little Ponies, who btw are very jealous by the new competition.

PS: I think they are supposed to light up or blink or something, cause there's a lid at the back for batteries, and there are things inside their somewhat seethrough heads that can look like lightbulbs. So if I manage to figure out how this works, they will be the diamond in my toy crown. RAAAD!

In Ter Net Lissst

2009-09-10T22:37:00.005+01:00

I'm in serious need pf some energy, I'm way too sleepy these days, and I don't have any reasonable explanation. But as a result of this lazyness, I've spent hours searching the web for funny videos and random wikipedia facts. For example:

Google Maps is one of my most frequently visited websites these days. To figure out how long it will take for me to drive from Brisbane to Perth will probably not come in handy, but who knows?!
I have seen all the X-Factor clips on YouTube posted by the official X-Factor site thingy. And then some more..

I've found the perfect position to both watch TV and live a Facebook life.
You can read anythig about anyone on TV at Wikipedia
Tanner Hall had a pretty gnarly crash at Chad's Gap in 2005
You can learn how to become a pretty good makeup artist if you watch YouTube HERE
There's nothing BUT talk about the upcoming Norwegian election in the news. Personally I don't give a shit, since I've alredy voted. For HØYRE.
I like Nitro Circus on MTV, but it's not on at the moment. Good thing internet provides me with all full episodes.
I am really super excited about the new types of Freia Melkesjokolade; MelkeDrøm (milk chocolate). Definitely buying tomorrow. YUM!
I like this picture

Now its time for bed. So says Mr. Internet.

Recycle Remake Relove and steal an idea

2009-09-09T19:41:00.007+01:00

Earlier this summer I spent a couple of days in London doing my obligatory TopShop shopping. And TopShop on Oxford Street is not like any other TopShop - it's Mekka! But the blissfull state I'm in while wandering the floors of my forever heaven on earth (in the early morning hours) is not what I'm gonna write about today.

As it happens, I found a whole section of 3rd-hand clothes from a brand which called them selves MyOnlyOne one of this early TopShop mornings in July. And I may admit: I found - I saw - I bough. The top that captured my lonely heart (which been on pictures HERE before, and is made of two old t-shirts sewn together) became quckly one of my favourites.

But the design, although genious, was just too perfectly simple, and it has been calling on me ever since. I wanted to try myself. So today I stole, I copied and I remade MyOWNOnlyOne. The result can be seen beneath, and will be worn this Friday at Månefisken during celebration at the Fri Flyt's Autumn Party. Together with a pair of orange and pink old-school sneakers (bargain from New York) this will definitely be a hit in my record collection.

Inspiration: MyOnylOne

Tender Loving Care

2009-09-06T19:43:00.010+01:00

Had my little farewellparty last night. Lots of good friends came, and the evening was certainly a huge success. Good food and drinks (yum yum strawberry and melon daquiris), dancing, and finally some live music with our local heroes Fridtjof and Andreas aka Albino Superstars.

The night was wrapped up with a long and intense afterparty including half cooked pasta with various oil dressings, 1 liter bottles of beer and extremely trashy 90s music. And these small events are all part of the fun I call life. Even if yes - I do suffer for my late evning circus! But the suffering is also part of it, and who doesn't like to complain a little bit once and a while? Carry me, care for me, give me my share of tender loving care!

Oh, and thank you guys so much for coming! And yet another thanks for the super cool hat I got, Yey!

PS: Drive carefully everyone, and don't be stupid. R.I.P Mads Borgsjø.

Personal ID

2009-09-03T19:12:00.009+01:00

Ha! What a lousy blogger I am! Since last time I haven't been up to much - basically just working and watching TV series. I've fell very much in love with Grey's Anatomy, and now that I don't have any more episodes to watch, I feel a bit heart broken. Like a bad lovestory gone wrong.

I have this bad habit of developing a some what strange form of distance imaginary realationship with TV series characters. There have been the Seth Cohen of the OC, the Chuck Bass of Gossip Girl, and now I feel dumped by both McDreamy, McSteamy AND Alex Karev. Not to mention my ever lasting crush on Edward Cullen from Twilight. Sad times!

The pictures above are the pictures I will have to look at on a daily basis for the next (maybe?) three years, as they will be on my UCard (Univeristy memebership card) and other forms of ID I need in Sheffield. I also got an email from one of my future teachers saying that I have to purchase a book for my shorthand course, and that I should start to study immediately. IMMEDIATELY! What? The shorthand exam is in December. EXAM? I'm not ready for that? I though Uni was all about Freshers' week and partying, mingling and societies - not studying!? At least not already? What have I gotten myself into? HELP!

I'm starting to get very very afraid.

White Russian

2009-08-22T18:08:00.005+01:00

Who would have thought that partying with your mum and her co-workers could be so much fun? Well, I for sure did not. A nose that feels like its broken later, I'm pretty amazed that I am still alive. But since you can never be too sure, I've made myself a nice little White Russian just to feel a tad MORE alive. While my little ponies are watching, I am waiting for Elena and her boyfriend Christoph to arrive. My dear Elena who I have seen too little, and adore too much. She has even (after living in Vienna and spending most of her English speaking time with her Austrian boyfriend) adaptet a somewhat strange accent to her English. The famous Austrian English!

And a White Russian does surely not do much harm when I walk around feeling drunkishly dizzy anyways. Adjusting to my new glasses (which I didn't see anything through the first time I took them on yesterday) can be almost like a party. Drunk. Dizzy.

Apple cake

2009-08-17T23:44:00.007+01:00

Went to Oslo today to meet Carina and Andrea. Finally got the chance to see both their new flats, which both were great. As we walked down to the harbour, the sun came out and we decided to sit down and have a final-day-of-the-summer-vacation lunch together. A glass of wine later we ended up in House of Oslo where we sat down in the wierdest café to drink coffee. While Andrea restet on a cair/bed sort of thing, me and Carina relaxed in two amazing (expencive) pink and black cowskin armchairs. And they really have fantastic muffins there. Yum Yum.

The evening was spent together with Andrea, and later her boyfriend Jonathan while eating nachos and the apple cake we just had baked. All together a lovely day!

From tomorrow and the next 4 weeks, I will be working almost every day of the week at Café Teskje in Drøbak.

Oh, and for those of you who live in the Drøbak/Oslo area, come to telegrafen on Wednesday to hear The News playing! You can find the facebook event HERE. See you there!

Time machine

2009-08-16T14:50:00.008+01:00

You know all the adverts where they claim to make you younger!? Like moisturizers, cucumbers and orthopedic insoles? Well, I have a theory that by every time I go out (as in go out in town drinking) I age disturbingly faster than normal. For example; I tend to forget things (what day is it? Where am I? How much money did I spend? Did I steal the big SALE sign that's beside my bed, or did it just decide to come along for the afterparty?), I have trouble moving (walking is especially painful), my muscles are fading (please don't ask me to open the Coke bottle. I can't) and I have a distaste for loud music of any kind (who said Clair de Lune was soothing?). I also develope a strange kind of humor, and feel threatened by change (my bed is the prettiest place there is, and don't you dare take that away from me!). All these are very bad signs of old age.

So the conclusion to my theory is: Throw me a cucumber facial mask and I'll buy a pair of freaking orthopedic insoles for my new shoes. And please please PLEASE help me from getting old and bald.

PS: I'm pretty sure Christian took some better pictures than I did.

I see you

2009-08-14T18:01:00.002+01:00

As it turnes out - Christina Parker is not especially nearsighted. She's a little bit nearsighted, yes, but the problem with Christina's sight is far more complex.

My eyes doesn not work together. They don't like each other. I see double (or at least almost)

Today I've learned that because my eyesight is very far off from the perfect vision, I need to pay up. For two small pieces of plastic that will be glued into another piece of plastic (the frame), I have to pay a bit more than £500 (5200 kr). WHAT? And I chose cheap frames! (found a pair of Tom Ford's that i loved but thy were £450, and that's a tiny bit off my budget). So now my bank account is hurting..

But at least I'll be able to see when I spend money next time. (Or when the bills arrive in the mail)

We are golden

2009-08-14T14:18:00.009+01:00

New metallic green ballerina shoes from Oasis in London. And with my bridy birdy nam nam sequin top I finally found something to wear them with.

Seeing as almost everyone I know are starting Univeristy this week, and are fully preoccupied with Freshers week and other things I can't join in on, I have an entire weekend off WITH NOTHING TO DO! In other words; I nedd something to do.

So, if you want to be my friend, and have some fantastic ideas for us, then you should most definitely give me a call.

I never thought I would say this, but: I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL NOW!

Another fairytale

2009-08-13T18:43:00.013+01:00

photos: Dina Goldstein
And no... it's not Ari Goldsteins daughter.

Just fell in love with these pictures.

Today have been totally pointless. Woke up at 3PM!! Dinner, film, sleep. Not too bad, I'm actually pretty comfortable. Hope you are too :)

I said I heart IKEA, and yes - I still do

2009-08-12T21:18:00.009+01:00

According to the University of Sheffield, I will need to bring the following items:

Duvet*
Pillow*
Bed linens
Towels
Cutlery, crockery, glasses, pan
Kettles & ToastersToilet Paper
Black bin bags for the kitchen swing bin
Coat hangers

This, my friends, means that I will have to use much needed luggage space (which, until now were reserved for my slothes) to bring STUFF. The cutlery, kettles, coat hangers etc. will be bought when I arrive, but I WILL NOT SLEEP WITHOUT A DUVET+PILLOW.

So, therefore (but also because my parents are looking for new sofas and other extremely neccesary items such as bookshelves, pillows, candles, napkins and so on and on and on) my mother and I went to IKEA.

Down duvet and soft pillow for late nights and lazy mornings (or is that not the usual for a full time student?)

The bed linens were found in the children's department. Lucky winner ME.

Duvet - NOW SORTED
Pillow - NOW SORTED
Bed linens - NOW SORTED
Towels - NOW SORTED

PS: It's common knowledge that IKEA is the place to find all sorts of people - especially lots of the wierd kind. BUT! It turns out that you can also see extremely gorgeous guys there as well. If I hadn't been on my way dragged by a trolley so full it was basically driving itself, I would have thought the IKEA hotdog que was the ultimate place to meet Mr. Perfect.. or at least Mr. Hottt...

Spot MY fy

2009-08-11T20:30:00.003+01:00

Since Spotify is the new coolest thing in music these days, I thought I would put out my latest playlists. So here you go:

Crimson + Clover Playlist

(I must admit that my taste in music can be a bit confusing. But hey, welcome to my world)

Paper photographorama

2009-08-11T19:47:00.008+01:00

Finally my photos arrived from Fotoknudsen.no! So now I'll have lots n'lots of pictures of all my dear beloved up on my wall in no time! It will all be a lovely mess of photographs, magazine cut-ots of colourful clothes, shoes and pretty faces, labels and tags from new clothes and adverts for stuff I want or like. And the random post-its with blurry notes and pink lipstick.

Ohh! Went to get new glasses today. Not sunglasses, but the geeky kind - the ones you use when you study to become somthing grand and spectacular. So now my glasses - the cherry on the cupcake - will make me smart and wise. Just like Harry Potter. JIPPI!

Morphine

2009-08-10T17:14:00.003+01:00

Pretty crazy stuff - not sure if the lyrics in this video is entirely correct, but it's still pretty creepy that he made a song like this.

I don't think I would have liked the song even if had been alive, cause it's just plain scary! And with the slow part in the middle it's kinda schitzofrenic.

Anywho's - may he now rest in peace.

I <3 IKEA

2009-08-10T13:25:00.006+01:00

Got the new IKEA catalouge in the post today. It's just brilliant. I easily found everything I need to live a worthy life in Sheffield, so after making a list, I am now set to go to a little Swedish heaven in either Manchester or Leeds. Only limitation is that I need to be able to get it all into a bus or train (hopefully bus).

Not a very interesting day today, but that makes it even more perfect to plan my upcoming adventure.

Speaking of adventures - have anyone seen ADVENTURELAND? The film with Kristen Stewart and Ryan Reynolds? Well, I tried to this morning, but since I'm watching it online, the quality is not always perfecto. Today the sound decided to go missing about 1 hour into the film. But so far the film is very good. Check it out:

ZzzzzzZzzzzzZzzzzz

2009-08-09T15:21:00.005+01:00

Sleepy today - way too much fun last night. Super nice to meet up with old friends on one of the better preparties I've been to. Homemade pizza, drinking games and tons of gossip!

Feeling slightly fragile now, so I think it's time for me to curl up in the sofa, watch a good film, and just sleeeep.

If you need to call me...DON'T

2009-08-08T15:49:00.004+01:00

Yeah, someone got a new iPhone last night. Lucky bastards. Now I'm stuck with an old phone with blue light (yes, no colour screen here. just blue light). So I anyone need to get in touch with me, call Karianne or my mum. Righto.

Me, myself and I are also extremely hangover today - caused by my rage last night. To drown my sorrows (of loosing my almost new phone), I decided to bring a pint glass full of white wine to bed as a little goodnight-sip. Not such a good idea. The toilet have been my friend, and after eating a proper hangover lunch at TGI Friday I feel S H I T! Haha.

Well, I guess the more fun you have, the more it hurts the day after. Give me a bandaid please!?

Struggles and prayers

2009-08-07T11:50:00.006+01:00

It seems that when I cut my bangs last night, the rest of the hair decided to go AFRO! I'm talking massive cirls here. Not sure wat to do with it, or how to attack..

Nice sunny morning (mid day), and I'm sitting indoors struggleing with Lånekassen, the state driven loan agency that will help me fund my education. This experience has taught me that I shall never, ever in a thousand years work in a state driven company. They get a score 10 on being extremely disorganised and inefficient , and a -1 on their top fashion high technology equippment (did enyone mention email? What is that? Please explain?).

So now I'm an going to retreat back to my terrace and enjoy a nice glass of lemonade in the sun. I'm gonna curse the government, pray to the gods of good luck and party fun, and just wait until its time for me to make the long and not-so-exciting journey to Oslo.

If you want to check out where I'll be tonight, I'll be at FLAKS/UFLAKS at Revolver. Check it out on Facebook here.

Let the scissors loose!

2009-08-06T21:46:00.009+01:00

Tomorrow I'll probably remember all the reasons I decided not to have bangs last year. Bring on the regret!

What's for tea, Joan?

2009-08-06T16:52:00.002+01:00

New blog, fresh start.

Going out tomorrow with the SSV-crew. Gotta meet up with all my lovely friends before I move over the pond and become English. Or at least a foreigner in England for a long time. For those of you who read my old blog, you might have read about my struggle with the British application system, but FINALLY I'm ready. 19th September I'm moving to Sheffield to start on my Bachelor in Journalism studies.

I've fixed my accomodation - I have an adress! And I've stored some of my clothes in boxes for keeps, and other clothes have been thrown away after a long life. Shoes have been said goodbye to, and others have been kept safe from further damage and for an even longer life. So now I'm just waiting (and working a bit) until the mayem of Fresher's week 2009 is ready for me!

And if you wonder why the blog is called Crimson and Clover, it means that you haven't heard this song, and probably not much about this awesom rocking lady:

I present to you JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS