Posts Tagged ‘Kids’

The other day I updated my Facebook status to this:

“IF ANYBODY KNOWS SOMEONE RICH WHO WOULD LIKE TO GET MARRIED FAST, LET ME KNOW!
I just calculated how much money I will owe after my Bachelor degree…”

And yes, ha-ha, very funny, I know…
But it did get me thinking! What if someone rich actually DID approach me?
I keep imagining the following conversation to unfold:
“Yes, hello, I’m rather rich, and I would consider marrying you…”
“Great then, as long as you agree to pay for my tuition – up to a full PhD, it’s done! :D”
“Well, I’d agree to that, but what could you offer me?”
…Obviously, I can’t expect a random rich person to marry me and pay up without getting anything in return. But what would I offer? Sexual services are not an option, simply because I’m neither experienced not attractive enough for a future husband/wife to benefit of our marriage solely based on that, especially since I’m not open to the all-too-weird stuff.
“Well, you’ve obviously got the talent and the money, and I’ve got the ehm… The education. Yes?”
…Nope, wouldn’t work.
“Extensive knowledge of serial killers and various methods of torture?”
…But now that we think about it, that’s not really qualities you look for in a future wife now, is it?
“I’m like, REALLY good at texting! Yeah?”
…Wouldn’t cut it.
“I can make you some origami decorations?”
…Aaaah, tempting! But alas, NO. -___-
“I wouldn’t be in your way?”
…Neither would a mail order bride!  Besides, I’d say getting my education funded would be ‘being in the way’, economically speaking.
“I’d tweet nice things about you and let everyone I know on Facebook know how much I love you?”
…Really? I couldn’t just… _Pay_ someone to do that?
“I’d give you more children than you can count, and guarantee you an… heir?”
…Is this really the qualities it comes down to? An heir? When is this, the 17th century??

Though I DO realise I basically just said that I WOULD whore myself out for a financially secured education, but that I lack the qualities of a common prostitute 😛 Either way, my point is that I don’t have much to bring into a relationship but myself, and though that in many ways may be a lot, that is still not all there is to a relationship.

But further more, I not only need this hypothetical persons money for my education! I also need it for a flat with a proper boiler and FUCKING HOT WATER! I mean, are you kidding me? My showering routine now consists of boiling a full kettle of water three times, pouring the boiling water into a bucket, before adding enough cold water to fill the bucket, then place it in the bathtub together with a smaller bowl and my shampoo, conditioner and body wash. When this is done, I have to lower myself into the (COLD) bathtub, and use the smaller bowl to pour the luke warm water over my head/body. Yeah, wow! Very medieval.
Why? Because not only did someone in the building turn off and on the water in the building without telling us, so that air would gather in our pipes and create an immense pressure resulting in no hot water coming out of the boiler, and a massive leak in our cupboard, which lead to water getting into our washing machine and short circuiting the whole flat for a few days, but when they fixed the leak, our hot water would not return! GAH! We’ve had people running in and out of our flat for days on end now, to get everything fixed, but it’s yet to be resolved completely. We’ve got electricity and a washing machine again though, so we’re happy about that 🙂

 

And it’s not all doom and gloom, Friday is coming up, and do we know what’ll happen then? 😀
INA WILL BE HERE! She’s visiting from Friday to Wednesday, and I’m really looking forward to it 😀
It’ll be so much fun =^___^=

In the honour of one of my friends from back home(one of the guys attending Swansea University now), who is participating in campaigns against bullying, I will tell you my story.

WARNING! THIS WILL BE A VERY, VERY LONG TEXT, AND IT’LL PROBABLY BORE YOU ALL!!
(I ended up taking a trip down memory lane o_O)

I’ve always been a chubby girl. Fat, even. Specially now. But when I was younger, it was more determining, the status of you BMI that is. It’s not like they calculated my BMI, we were only kids, but it’s more prominent when we’re younger. The others hadn’t developed a pattern of eating-habits, and couldn’t really determine how I was wrong. But I was different, I stood out, and that was enough. For the first 6-7 years of my life, this wasn’t a problem, but fall/winter 1998, my mum and I moved. Here they noticed. I can’t remember exactly how it all started, I think it was a gradual process. They wanted to give me a chance, but they didn’t know how. And I was alone and new, so how could I reach out for them? I remember being scared. But I also remember being a tomboy. At my previous school, I’d hung out with girls as well as boys, with the girls I played “husband, wife and child” and with the boys I did all the “action hero” stuff and got into fights. At my first school, an older student had tried bullying me, but I’d jumped up on some box, grabbed his ear and twisted it around until he apologized and left me alone. I had my friends there. At the new school, I had no one to support me. So when the older students started to notice the new, fat girl, I didn’t have the courage to do the same. All I could do was run, or stay silent. Both the villages I’d lived in were quite small and rural, but the first was a little more “developed” and “urban” than the other. Thinking back now, I realise that this was probably of quite the importance to what was to come.

Not only did I come from another village, with slightly different language habits and dialect, but I was new, and fat and stubborn. And I didn’t talk much. Plus, I was a bookworm. I loved school. They easily bullied me out of my dialect the first few months or so, and with this, they noticed how reluctant I was to defend myself or give them any fight. I don’t blame the other kids, not at all, but I do wish they had approached me, because I think this might have given me the courage to fight back. But this is all in the past, and what was done was done. For the years to come, my classmates stayed the same. They didn’t quite know how to be my friend, some did, but mostly not. And all though some of them played with me from time to time, I think they also noticed that something was going on around me, which they didn’t want to be a part of. Throughout our time at elementary school (2.-7. grade, age 7/8 – 12/13) things slowly developed to the worst. After taking away my dialect and security, they started calling me names. Doing nasty stuff and blaming it on me. Surrounding me and telling me how awful I was, how ugly and mundane and boring and stupid and fat. They liked calling me fat. When they got tired of just name calling, they started pushing me. As they walked by, or deliberately walking up to me to push me. I was sort of a fragile child, and I had a reoccurring family condition of random nosebleeds, which the slightest shake could set off. For almost two years, I had to go in from recess and go to the principals office to sit still until the nosebleed stopped. And I could easily blame it on my family condition. As soon as winter came, I became the living target for snowball fights. Specially those with a little bit of gravel or ice in them. So dangerous. But I learned how to avoid them(I suppose I should thank them for my later discovered dodgeball skills xD), and in stead got dragged into “King of the world” games, where we climb a little mountain of snow, and fight off each other, and the one standing of the top without being fought off of it, would be the king. It was a nice, fun thing to do in the beginning. But yet again, the older kids started to meddle. And soon, I was the little mountain they had to climb. I was pushed down in the snow, kicked and slapped, pulled and pushed and stepped on. If a teacher stepped in, it was always the same excuse “we’re all playing together, she fought the king, fell and we had to go for the king ourselves, so we forgot to help her up”. But this was all just in the schoolgrounds. At my spare time, I usually stayed at home, inside, or in our yard, to avoid others. Other times, I tried go out to the soccer field or to the hills to have some fun on my own, but as soon as I was detected, I was ‘dead beat’. I can’t count the amount of times gangs gathered around me and beat me up. But they were careful not to inflict any damage to my face, so that it wouldn’t be discovered. Kids are evil and calculating. And I always told my mother I was playing in the hills, and fell to the ground, or I played action hero and so on and so forth, always an excuse for my injuries if they were discovered.

Some time in the upper elementary school years, we got a new student. A large boy, who’d been bullied a lot. I felt like talking to him, but he picked up my “bully victim vibes” and instead of talking to me, it was almost as he was set on taking out his anger on me, taking revenge for his bullying, by bullying me. Because he was a big and broken kid, he could use it to his advantage. I remember seeing it as though he took control of the class, and became some sort of a leader. And all though he didn’t lay down any rules, everyone knew they weren’t allowed to be friends with me. Not even after school. Except from on other girl in our class. Not that she was being bullied as well (at least not to my knowledge), but she didn’t have any specific significance to the ‘group’, so she was allowed to play with me. I don’t know if it was out of pity, or what the deal was, but she did play with me. After school. Because of the bullying, I didn’t like to be around the others at school, so for the recesses, I found excuses to stay inside, or I simply went along by myself. I developed the habit of looking at the ground when I walk, making sure not to notice others or making eye-contact, as well as learning where I could and couldn’t go. I became calculating and mastered the task of avoiding the others while still being in their presence. And I started hanging out with the teachers. Whenever they had a teacher walking around on ‘duty’ in the school grounds, I would tag along with them, having long discussions and debates. I was quite a bright kid for my age. A kid none the less, and it’s not like I was very intelligent or anything, but I did a lot of homework and read a lot of books, so for a kid at my age, I was seen as a bit more clever when I could have debates with adults on topics my classmates had no interest in. During the years at elementary school, I also became depressed and suicidal. I cut myself on a regular basis, and I attempted suicide a few times. Now, I have to mention that I was young and inexperienced with death, anatomy and suicide techniques, so trying to force a knife through my heart was how I though would be the best way. Obviously, a child does not have the strength to plunge a knife through their chest, so it was very futile attempts. But even in cases as tragic as this, it’s the thought that counts.

Moving on to secondary school, things got a lot better. Each grade was more specifically divided by the grades, and all the classes was mixed up and divided into new classes. I was separated from my bullies, and I got friends in my class. The first few years were really good, and I was happy. But then, obviously, I developed a new style. I became more of a goth kid. Black make-up, black hair, black clothes. And they started again. The pushing and pulling, kicking and teasing. They even locked me into one of the bathrooms and turned of the lights for some time. And even as black as I was dressed, I am scared of the dark. Really scared. The name-calling came back as well. They started calling me EMOna. Hahaha xD By the end of 10. grade, I was exhausted and worn out. But determined to stay “me” the way I wanted to be me. The students from the other grades and the other classes started seeing me as an alien. But I thought I still had my friends to support me, until I one day overheard them talking about me. It wasn’t nice. I grew distant, but never told them of what I’d heard, so they didn’t understand why I didn’t want to be with them. I felt betrayed.

When we were finally done with the mandatory 10 years of school, most of my classmates and I applied for the same college. And most of us were accepted. But I still felt betrayed and hurt, and since we were going to study different subjects, I changed my attitude. When we started the new school, I acted like I didn’t know them. And I did it so thoroughly, that my whole class almost fell off their chairs when they learned that some of these people used to be my best friends. Ouch. But I kept it up for quite some time, and got new friends at the new school. These friends, are still my friends, and for good reason. Ariana, whom I usually refer to as ‘big sis’, has become one of my most important friends, if not THE most important friend! I love her to bits and pieces, and the her strength and courage and friendship, has probably mended a lot of my broken self. Her cousin is also a very good friend of mine, and her friendship is very special to me. There are others, but these are the most prominent from my newest school. I’ve also mended a few of the broken relationships from elementary/secondary school, but not nearly a percentage. It still feels good to have a few of them back. Even though I still haven’t told them the things I heard them say about me. And now I am in England, far, far away from all of the troubles that had me caught up in Norway. I have worked my way through my experiences, and I have learned and gained from them. I still have some remaining issues, like my anxieties, the fear of being alone mixed with the reluctance to engage in friendships, and I still have the habit of constantly watching the ground when I walk, ignoring everyone around me, and not making eye-contact.

This is my story.
It’s not my one and only, but this is the main part.
It is long and heavy and a little bit reflecting.
It is here to remind me.
And if anyone reads it, I hope it reminds you of something too.

Live long and prosper,
– L A ❤

 

So, as stated in my previous post: someone stole my iPod. My wonderful, wonderful iPod. An iPod Touch 32GB, to be exact. *sad face*

But, since it’s Easter, I will not mourn the loss for much longer!
And, since it’s Easter, of course I got ill. Now I’ve got the flu. Oh yeah!
Really, after the surgery and the infection, I am quite positive my Immune system just vanished. Zero, nix and nada is left of it, and the minute I walk into a room, I stumble upon a new and fascinating illness. Wonderful.
I though I was fine, untill I got home from school on friday and threw up even before I got to close the door. Just like that, no warning. I went to bed, only I realized I had a fever. 38.7 celcius. Faaaaan-tastic!

So I spent friday, saturday and sunday doing… well, nothing really. Staying in a dark room, watching season 1 and 2 of Bones doesn’t really count as “doing” anything. I think.

Monday, however, my mum stayed in, and I went to work. I should probably add here that my mother is the daily manager for the Norwegian compartment of the firm I work for. So, yes. That felt a bit odd. But I am happy non the less.
Did the same thing on Tuesday, and after work both days, I went to Karolines house to watch movies, chill and blabber. Good times. Oh, and check out her sci-fi remote control! 😮

Ooooh, shiney!

Ooooh, shiney!

How amazingly sci-fi isn't that? xD

How amazingly sci-fi isn't that? xD

I love being at Karolines. It’s so comfortable and warm and her family is so welcoming. I sort of feel really at home there. Love her to bits<3

Something else I love to bits is music!
And I love re-discovering music I used to listen to.
My most recent ones are these:

The Clash
Cascada
Slade
TNT
TobyMac
Declan Galbraith
Tindrum
Guano Apes
Three Days Grace
Samy Deluxe

All bands I used to like, listened to till I got sick of them, and then halfway forgot them.
I won’t be talking too much about all of them, but I shall mention a few things.

The Clash

The Clash

The Clash:
“London Calling” was probably in my blood from the day I was born, and “Should I Stay or Should I Go” has grown on me. After watching “Billy Elliot” about 5 years ago, I had a “Clash-period”. Now it’s Clash time again!

Cascada

Cascada

Cascada:
I just realized… I must subconsciously LOVE German music. At the very least, these guys has rocked the dance floor a couple of times through my childhood. And I know this will make me seem like I objectify her and it makes me seem like a sexist, Natalie Horler is HOT!

Slade

Slade

Slade:
This good ol’ 70’s band is sort of my mothers idea. It’s her kind of thing, I guess. And I suppose it has rubbed off on me. A little bit. She took me to a concert with them as a birthday present. They’re pretty old by now. But they can rock! In the good, old, old way! 😀

TNT

TNT

TNT:
There’s really just one thing to say: “10.000 lovers (in one)“.

TobyMac

TobyMac

TobyMac:
Got my eyes up for this guy around the time they were making the first (well, second, actually) movie about the Pevensie kids who visits the wonderful, magical land in the back of a wardrobe. Yes, I am talking about The Chronicles of Narnia – The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. TobyMac did a song about Narnia, and I fell in love. Then I heard “Made To Love” and was addicted. Then I learned he made “Made To Love” to God. Suddenly I was cured. But now I’m sort of back on track again 😉

Declan Galbraith

Declan Galbraith

Declan Galbraith:
The kid with the angel voice. I absolutely adore him. And yes, he is handsome. And cute. And famous. And waaaay out of our league. But who the hell cares, LOOK AT HIM! No wait, never mind that. Do the opposite. Do NOT look at him. Close your eyes. And then listen.
…Wow. I know, right? Goosebumps. ❤

TinDrum

TinDrum

TinDrum:
Not as famous as I would want them to be. Though, there is only one song they have that completely takes my breath away. “Drums of War”. Seriously, it’s old, but it’s still worth your time.

Guano Apes

Guano Apes

Guano Apes:
This little lady blows my mind. With the song “Open Your Eyes”, she quite literally opened my eyes. Not only is this amazingly good, coming from this petite woman, it’s bloody brilliant! I was sort of shocked the first time I learned how she looked. She’s not ugly, that’s not it. She’s just not what you expect after hearing her voice.

Three Days Grace

Three Days Grace

Three Days Grace:
Now this is a band I simply just can’t stay away from for too long. The vocalists voice just… chills me out. I am amazed at how he can use his voice like that. Now, this band has given me many favourite songs, and one of them is probably the theme song to my life. “Let’s start a riot”. I don’t know what I would have done without that song. It just… suits me. And I feel awesome every time I hear it. They have also given me “I hate everything about you”, which I wholeheartedly dedicate to my ex-girlfriend, Iselin. I used to listen to it right after I dumped her. It made me feel both better and more sad at the same time. “Pain” is also a good choice, if you decide to check them out. So is the rest of their songs. :p

Samy Deluxe

Samy Deluxe

Samy Deluxe:
This dude rocks my world! I should give a big shout-out to Tom Kaulitz from Tokio Hotel, for just being pure awesome and therefor introducing me to this artist. Because the truth is, had I not read in EVERY article I could find about Tokio Hotel that Samy Deluxe was Toms absolute favourite artist, I would never have discovered him. So kudos, Mr. Kaulitz! And THANK YOU! Deluxe has blown my mind and stolen my heart for a couple of years now. With songs like “Generation”, “Grüne Bille”, “Weck Mich Auf”, “Einfach Ich”, “Dis Wo Ich Herkomm”, “Outta Hier” and many others, I have felt like I’m too cool for school so many times, and he has saved my day with his great lyrics (at least the ones I’ve googled to see what means xP) and awesome beats! The last couple of days, he has been my saviour, and I have enjoyed every moment I am in the car thoroughly. One of these days, I will learn to speak German. And then I’m gonna be a rap star!
Hahaha! xD

Samy Deluxe

Samy Deluxe

And then, just for the heck of it, since we’re already so deep into the music, and going in the rap-field, I want to add this song: Eminem. I just can’t get enough of it. I will never stop loving that song.

Now, one of the reasons to why I am so into finding back to my old music is because I made a deal with my mother. She offered that if I give up my easter egg(which is HUGE), she would help me buy A BRAND NEW iPOD! 😮
And look!

Brand new iPod <3

Brand new iPod ❤

On Wednesday I got one!
I luuuuvz eet ❤

It’s got 64GB memory instead of the lousy 32 I had. Which obviously weren’t enough anyway.
I am having so much fun with this one 😀 It even, actually works! 😀 *fun times*

Can’t really remember what happened on thursday, but on friday I went to Karolines place again. ^^
I was only supposed to meet her boyfriend, but was invited to dinner. When I planned on eloping, reclining dinner, they ambushed me with grandfathers who said I should. They had already put out a plate for me and everything. So I stayed. I regret nothing. The dinner was absolutely fantastic, and the company was great! I still feel uncomfortable around adult males, and I notice this particularly around my friends fathers. But I can cope with it. As long as they don’t drink! 😀 Especially not beer. The smell of beer + adult male = me scared shitless. I should blame my “father” for that. But it’s okay. It’s not like I find myself in such a situation every day anyways, so the few times it happens, I can handle it. ^__^

Saturday was an even, though. The father has got a new lady. He’s got a new lady, WITH KIDS! Guess the old man is finally settling in. That might be good. I couldn’t really care much less than what I already do. It worries me a bit, because of my sister, but other than that, I don’t really give a shit about him. He’s just a guy our family know. Not a dad. Specially not mine. No, he’s just one of those friends you have because they know a lot of good stories and jokes and are really fun to hang around with. But nothing else. Not to me at least. I do appreciate him, though. That should be said.
And yes, saturday. Suddenly, I just HAD to come over to him. (It’s a long, complicated story, involving his many lies, and me being wicked mad at him, but only in secret, because he doesn’t even deserve to know.) So, I had to come and meet his new family. One of the older kids were “home” for a visiting. She usually lives on the other side of the country. The event was… rather uneventful. And a bit weird and awkward, actually. But I got to see my sister! And I got to give her the gift I got her in England. You should have seen her face. She really lit up. I think I hit the nail spot on! Her smile really does warm me, you know. Anything I do, I would twice for her. ❤

Sisters <3

Sisters ❤

Sunday was… fine. We had a friend of mine, Kristine, and her family over for coffee and brownies. For some reason, I am really bad in the kitchen. Trust me, I could burn water! Really, I could! But the brownies I made… wow. They were brilliant! I have no idea why they were so perfect, I have no idea how I did it, but it was amazing! I think I just had a moment there. Anyways, I spent the evening in my room, playing some of my music for the others. Had to prove that I ACTUALLY listen to ALL sorts of music. I could never “pick my poison”. :p The evening was okay, I think 😀

Monday, was a tad bit more fun! After sleeping pretty much all the day, I tried to get hold of a friend of mine, who were only going to stay for so long. Unfortunately, she was already on her way home when I finally got hold of her. So I got hold of another one of my friends, since she was finally back home from Northern Norway! Ina, one of my best friends, and probably the one that has known me the longest of all of my friends. After I picked her up, we went for a safe road trip. Meaning we only went to places we knew by roads we knew. But it was a road trip none the less. (And for those of you who care, we went from Solbergelva to Vestfossen, over to Mjøndalen and then back to Skotselva, before we went all the way to Sande, and then headed home.) We had loads of fun, and we’re probably the only girls that can go from blasting out the Star Wars soundtrack for 20 minutes, to howling along with Westlife for the next hour or so, and then when we get home, sob to the sad movie “El Laberinto del Fauno”, while laughing because the faun really looks like a friend of ours(well, mine, mostly). Aaaah, what a lovely day. Drove her home at 1 AM or so. Her poor little brother had to get up and open the door, because she forgot her keys. Oh well ❤

Tuesday was as uneventful as ever, and today began school. Hell to the yeah! Ugh… -____-
Of course, I got ill at the end of the day, causing me to throw up and get a massive headache, plus fever. But it was manageable, and passed away after a couple of hours. Though, it got me worried. Am I really fine now? :p

I should end this with a short note about movies too. I feel obligated to do so, as I have watched far too many of them recently. Okay, going first:

Bones!
You have to watch Bones. Such an amazing show. (Okay, not a movie, but still… I’ve got them on DVD?)

El Laberinto del Fauno!
Honestly, if you haven’t seen it, you’ve missed out on something. Big time!

National Treasure I & II
They are quite different from each other, but highly amusing non the less! A bit childish, but I don’t care. Good times ^__^

Without a Paddle
O.M.G. Hilarious! Really, it is quite the comedy! A feel-good movie, even when it hits rock bottom. Go waste your time on this!

Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief
For us fantasy-freaks and geeks, this is absolutely the movie one has to see. The mix of normal everyday life, greek mythology and pretty darn good special effects. Definitely worth watching!

Imagine Me & You
Without a doubt one of my favourite movies, if not THE favourite movie. I love it so much! The characters are well played, and well written, the dialog is good and works VERY well with the faces and places of the movie. The song is addictive, and I keep finding myself missing the movie from time to time. Go see ❤

P.S. I Love You
Oh Jesus, this movie is brilliant. And it has Gerard Butler in it! When a movie has Gerard Butler in it, you know you can love it. This might be a bit on the sad side of the emotional scale, but never mind that. The movie is actually good! (and it has Gerard Butler in it!) Plot is amazing, and lines fit characters and situations perfectly. And it really made me miss “Jerry”, even though he is fictional, and I have never met him. Best waste of time ever. Try it.

Now I will go have fun listening to my iPod while I take a long, hot shower.
I love showering. It makes me clean! 😀
L A out ❤

P.S.
Is your life average?
MLIA