Cousins and caos

Spent the weekend at my aunt's and uncles place. They have three kids at 14, 13 and 6 so needless to say it is allot of Noyce in that house. But it's fun to, in small doses. Being with them for a weekend makes me realise how old I really am, and how long it feels like I were I teenager. Even tho it's not that long ago. But it feels pretty great realising I'm over that stadium. Took this little test that Katla had on her site, weirdly it matches quite a bit. Ore maybe not, blech don't know.



What type of Fae are you?

Oooooh shiny

Found this cute picture in my mother's collection and just had to smile, maybe an early sign of my ADHD? Ore maybe just a realy cute baby.

Another night, another explenation

Thought I would post the lyrics to Narcissus so you get why I got a lauphing fit (See previous post.) That said it's probably one of the best lyrics I've ever heard and I loved this song from day one.

Narcissus

Dear mommas boy I know youve had your butt licked by your mother
I know youve enjoyed all that attention from her
And every woman graced with your presence after
Dear narcissus boy I know youve never really apologized for anything
I know youve never really taken responsibility
I know youve never really listened to a woman

Dear me-show boy I know youre not really into conflict resolution
Or seeing both sides of every equation
Or having an uninterrupted conversation

And any talk of healthiness
And any talk of connectedness
And any talk of resolving this
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to love you
Try to love you when you really dont want me
To)

Dear egotist boy youve never really had to suffer any consequence
Youve never stayed with anyone longer than ten minutes
Youd never understand anyone showing resistance
Dear popular boy I know youre used to getting everything so easily
A stranger to the concept of reciprocity
People honor boys like you in this society

And any talk of selflessness
And any talk of working at this
And any talk of being of service
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to help you try to help you
When you really dont want me to)

You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to ignoring all the rest of us
You go back to the center of your universe

Dear self centered boy I dont know why I still feel affected by you
Ive never lasted very long with someone like you
I never did although I have to admit I wanted to
Dear magnetic boy youve never been with anyone who doesnt take your shit
Youve never been with anyone whos dared to call you on it
I wonder how youd be if someone were to call you on it

And any talk of willingness
And any talk of both feet in
And any talk of commitment
Leaves you running for the door

(why why do I try to change you try to
Try to change you when you really dont
Want me to)

You go back to the women who will dance the dance
You go back to your friends who will lick your ass
You go back to being so oblivious
You go back to the center of the universe


P.S. The picture is there for a reason, not just a pretty flower. If you don't get it please tell me and I will explain. If you do get it all hail to you.

Even more fun stuff?

Suddenly I found myself with a lot of free time and nothing to do. So blog time. And when I have nothing to blog about I crack out one of theese question thingys. Just gotta love them.

FIRST
First best-friend: Angelica, a girl that lived a couple of houses up from us when I were bourned. Our parent's were freinds and she is 3 month's younger than me so it was natural. Have here on my msn today.
First car: A 1958 light blue Wolkswagen Beetle. It's cute, girly and in a need of a bit tlc and a owner with a licence
First nick: Eowyn, my sister gave it to me when she was reading Lord of the rings. I must have been around 9 ore 10.
First self-bought CD: Under rug swept by Alanis Morissette. I think I were about 16.
First pet: A black cat that decided he liked us and wanted to live with us, I think I were about 2 ore 3 and we named him Sophus Chatnoir Periskopet.
First piercing/tattoo: 1 in each ear when I were 13.


LAST
Last cigarette: Never had one and never will, filghty habbit. Couph hrmm couph.
Last cartrip: Last easter to go to Lofoten and my grandmother's 70'th birthday.
Last good cryingfit: Cant remember and even if I could I wouldn't tell you.
Last librarybook: No idea, probably a fantasy book.
Last time I fell in love: This August.
Last telephonecall: Friday from my boss telling me he had overslept and lasted about 3 min.
Last shower: Yesterday morning before work
Last worn shoes: My work shoes, comphy shoes with a ability to let me be on my feat all day without getting tired. Great shoes.
Last played song: Narcissus, Alanis Morissette. First time I heard it one of my cousins were having a fit cause he werent getting things the way he wanted to, my aunt gave in (she always did) and I got a lauphing fit.
Last thing bought: Bocca.
Last irritation: Don't know, I get irritated way to little theese day's. Must do something about that.
Last worn top/shirt: A black one with no print, suprise.
Last visited webpage: Useless bits of life and mystery, to snach this thingy.
Last spoken word: Hade, when my parent's left.
What colour is it on the socks youre wearing? Pink actualy, with pink flower's and heart's. It's probably snowing in hell right now.
What coulour is the underwear youre wearing? White, I ceap shocking today.
Whats under youre bed? A hole bunch of boxes filled with artsy stuff.
When did you wake up today? Around three pm, way to late but I spent halv of the night helping my freind get heir own blog.


FUTURE
Where would you like to travel? Evrywear I have'nt been yet.
What carreer will you have? A mad scientist that by mistake find the cure to aids.
Where will you live? I'm curently in the anywear but hear mood.
How many children do you want? Don't know, but more than one.
What car do you want? One with a driver.


PRESENT
Mood right now: Calm and happy.
Music right now: Alanis Morisette.
Taste in mouth right now: Café au lait, my favorite cofee companion since I were 12.
Hair right now: Long and frizzy in a ponytail as usual.
Clothes right now: Long black skirt and black topp, comphy clothes.
Object of annoyance right now: That people hardly ever seem to leave coment's on this page, I want more coment's damn it. Yay I did it I got annoyed.
Desktop wallpaper right now: A blue mountain, came with the software.
Book right now: A city like Alice by Nevil Shute.
Hate right now: Nothing, damn.


UNICENESS
Nervouse habits? Yes, to many to mention.
Do you hav double joints? No.
Can you role youre tounge up in a tube? Yes.
Can you raise one eyebrow at a time? No, not even a inch.
Can you blow spitbubbles? Dont know and not gonna try to find out.
Can you cross youre eyes? No.
Tattoos? Not yet, but I realy want one on my left shoulderblade.
Piercings and where? 4 in my ear's, two in each.
Do you make your bed everyday? No, I never do.


CLOTHES
Right or left shoe first? No idea.
About shoes - have you ever throwne one at someone? Probably but can't remember.
How much money do you usually have in your wallet? 0-200.
What jewelery do you always wear? A silver locket my sister gave me, simple evrydayish and a great conversation starter (people always ask's what's in it.)
Favourite garmet? My long black witch like skirt.


FOOD
Do you twirle your spaghetti or cut it up? Twirle.
Have you ever eten spam? Tasted it once.
Favourite icecream flavour? Depends, at the moment I think it's vanilla with caramel sauce.
How many cereals do you have in the cupboard? None, don't like it. To much milk and sugar.

So there you go, even more useless info. Enjoy.

Christmas presant's anyone?

I'm having a bit of a idea block lately. Decided to start planning what to give people for christmas and found out I have no idea. This is not usual for me so it's realy enoying. If anybody have an idea of any kind I would be wery happy to listen to it. And if you want a presant please tell me and I'll see if you deserve one and if you dont tell me you wont get one, so hah.

An early morning explenation

I wrote earlier that the song I wanted played in my funeral were Flip, flop and fly with the Blues Brother's. A freind of mine asked why, and the answer is as simple as cause of the lyrics. My mother first introduced me to the song and she was the one hwo said she wanted it played in her funeral first. So I guess I'm a copycat, but the lyrics are genius so I don't care. And here you see why.


Flip, flop and fly.

When I get the blues gonna give me a rockin chair
When I get the blues gonna give me a rockin chair
When the blues overtake, gonna rock rock away from here
When I get lonesome, I get right on the telephone
Call my baby, and tell her Im gonna come back home
I say little darling, please have my dinner ready

Flip, flop and fly
I dont care if I die
Flip, flop and fly
I dont care if I die
Dont ever leave me
Dont ever say goodbye

Here comes by baby, flashing a new gold tooth
Here comes by baby, flashing a new gold tooth
If she shows more, she can rock home with the bacon too
Ive got a mississipi bullfrog sitting on a hollow stone
Ive got a mississipi bullfrog sitting on a hollow stone
Ive got to work for this guy - I dont know which way to turn

Flip, flop and fly
I dont care if I die
Flip, flop and fly
I dont care if I die
Dont ever leave me
Dont ever say goodbye

Give me one last kiss and hold it a long long time
Give me one last kiss and hold it a long long time
I wanna feel that kiss till my head run feels like wine

Flip, flop and fly
I dont care if I die
Flip, flop and fly
I dont care if I die
Dont ever leave me
Dont ever say goodbye

Sunday and sicknes suck's

It's sunday again and it's late, again. So I should probably be in bed, again. But here's the thing, I cant sleep. I' ve been trying for hour's but I just can't. So I'm gonna stay up tonight, ore atleast for a while. Normaly I couldn't do this since I have work tomorow, but I'm sick so no work for me then. At this point I actualy just wanna get back to work and do my jobb tho. I like my jobb and there's not many people to do it for me while I'm gone, so I feal kinda guilty for beeing sick. I've also been sick since last wensday so it's realy getting enoying. Beeing sick is also the reason why I can't sleep, I ceap couphing and trying to bread propaply while lying down is imposible. Blech, I hate beeing sick. But atleast I've had a lot of time to surf the net and read latetly, so here's a quote from a old philospher to end this nagging post.


"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets."

Voltaire
French author, humanist, rationalist, & satirist (1694 - 1778)

Winnie the pooh, go take a break

Det snør, det snør, tidelibom. I have no idea how that song goes in english, but that's the norwegian version anyway. And it basically says it all. It's snowing. Normaly I don't make a big deal about it. Cause, come on. I live in North-Norway and it's november, of course it's gonna snow. But this is crazy. It started the night I got back from my trip to Bergen/Oslo (more about that later) and I thought, yay snow finnaly. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that fond of snow and I hate skeeing. But winter wouldn't be the same without it, and in late october you are just waiting for it to come. So it snowed that night and the following morning, then it stopped and I thought ok thats it. It uasaly stops and starts for a while during november. Melts away and come back. It's normal, it's expected. But it started again on sunday before the previous snow melted away, and it just haven't stopped snowing. So now it's bean snowing constantly for almost 6 days, and it's going for 7. This have of course consequences, like shut down airports and mouintan passes. Basically, it's a mess. But thourits are thriving and the electricity companies are getting dollarsignes in their eyes. Well well, everything got something good about it (almost that is). So while I'm freezing in -9 degrees celsius with almost a meter of snow outside my window, you can think "wow, glad I'm not there". Hot chocolate anyone?