It's been like, AGES! and I really have other things to post, BUT there was this one artist quiz that I posted on Facebook, but I couldn't really decide wich artist to pick so I took Tori there and Pixies here... :D

( Pick my artist )

I downloaded the Streets Original Pirate material and am in serious reminiscence. Aah sweet seventeen, or was I sixteen. Looking forward to birthday, for once in my life I get to invite ONLY people I like, and I won't have to invite people I don't want there because I should. HAHA! So happy! Hoping it will be (quote Arne)the time of my life(end quote).


:) counting down now.

I am now (or rather, when I wrote this) interrupting my sleep to write about penises. Boys are often self concious about their penises. Or so we’ve heard. I don't think boys really care that much about the size. I think that is overrated, and it’s created as a balance to the boob and body hysteria with the girls. Even though many girls are quite comfortable with their looks, there is almost never an evening with just girls where some competition about looks is missing. I do it myself.
We are told from movies and tv shows and books and friends that size does matter, and boy, does it matter a lot. And yes, sorry guys, it does. But not necessarily the way one should think. What really matters for a girl is not ”how you use it” but how it fits inside her. If ithe penis is too big or too tiny, chances are she’ll stop seeing it.

If it’s not freakishly small, or so enormous that it doesn’t function properly, I am inclined to think most boys aren’t really worried about their size, or feel the need to add a few milimeters. Now girls on the other hand. Either all my friends are exceptionally lucky or men with tiny penises don't exist. Or you know, it’s not all true.
Yes, I have both experienced and heard of events concerning tiny penises (or is it penii?), but then it’s the extreme other way around. You know the drill, the ”OMG he was so tiny I didn't even notice when he was inside me” line. Or when they are oddly misshapen, or have weird propotions (like the pyramid and the mushroom). One evening we had a very long conversations which basically was a competition over who had slept with the most weirdly shaped penis.

So seldom have I heard the sentence: ”no, I think he’s quite average.” When I think of it, only once have I heard it. Our men are so lucky and they are all well hung. I think it’s just as important to the women to sleep with well hung men, as it is for the men to be well hung, if not more. If our current man is not the overextremely lucky type, we tend not to say anything and gracefully lead the conversation away from said partner’s penis, or just add a couple centimeters. I mean who needs to know, right? It’s just a white lie. It’s not like anyone will get hurt by it. Quite the contrary. Just like we make the total number of partners look prettier by either adding or substracting a few, we make our current partner look prettier by adding a few.

But I wonder, though. Do the boys do the same? I think not.

AYNA: *walks home from party*
RANDOM STRANGER: Excuse me, miss. May I touch your breasts, please?
AYNA: eeh... no?
STRANGER: Please?
AYNA:...
STRANGER: ...
AYNA: no? Why?
STRANGER: I really need to touch your breasts. I can do it outside your clothes.
AYNA: Why?
STRAGNER: It'll be fun?
AYNA: No, it won't.
STRANGER: Yes it will.
AYNA: This jacket is rather big, I don't see the point at all. And why me, anyway?
STRANGER: You have a nice body?
AYNA: *looks down at big leather jacket that makes her look like slightly overweight man in skirt*
AYNA: ...
AYNA: Based on what grounds, exactly?
STRANGER: ... Um, Your um... calves?
AYNA: ...
STRANGER: So, how about it?
AYNA: Still no.
STRANGER: Come on, it will be fun. I don't have to do it outside your clothes.
AYNA: You don't say.
STRANGER: No no, I can do it underneath too, if you like.
AYNA: No, thank you.
STRANGER: It would mean a lot to me.
AYNA: Why don't you ask those girls, they look a lot drunker than what I am.
STRANGERS: I was kinda hoping you would have changed your mind by now.
AYNA: yeah, that's not gonna happen. Anyway, it was... really absurd talking to you, um... have a nice night.
STRANGER: Yes, you too.

Hi, boys and girls. You are now reading the memoirs of a working woman again. As it is I have had a job since I came home from Paris, but it's only now I felt like writing about it. Mostly I like my job. But yesterday that couldn't be said. I loved my job. It was so wonderful and... yeah. As I went home it started snowing and instead of cursing nature like I usually do I stuck out my tongue and caught snowflakes , and decided I'd walk home instead of taking the bus.

The job is quite simple; I work for Synovate and, to use thir words "help our clients meet the commercial challenges of the information age by constantly creating innovative ways of gathering facts, and turning that data into strategic business insights. If there's no existing method of finding out what you need to know, we'll invent it". So what I do is ask people if they'd like to participate in a survey. Usually they get a bag of coffe, or a lotery ticket for it.

Last week I worked outside. That was okay, not so much fun since it was 15 below outside (that's 5 degrees to you americans), but I got payed and my boss likes me. Yesterday however Synovate's customers was the cinema. So what we had to do was (oh fuck, my maternal instincts are being mean to me. Just now a puppy jumped up in my lap and my immediate reaction was not KILL KILL but awww. Then it was kill kill, of course.) go to the cinema and wait in this nice little room for the different shows to end and then ask them if they wanted to participate in the survey.

We got payed by the hour. That means that I got payed for sitting in a cozy room for two hours eating dinner and watching flight of the conchords. How can I not love this? I did. I loved it. Best job in the world.

The rules are fairly simple:

Using only ONE WORD! It's not as easy as you might think! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers.

1. Where is your cell phone? Here.

2. Your significant other? Hand

3. Your hair? Bob

4. Your mother? lovely

5. Your father? nonexistent

6. Your favorite music? tori

7. Your dream last night? moving

8. Your favorite drink? chablis

9. Your dream/goal? motherhood

10. What room you are in? auditorium

11. Your hobby? piano

12. Your fear? excavators

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Oslo

14. Where were you last night? bed

15. Something that you are not? dead

16. Muffins? dark

17. Wish list item? raspberries

18. Where you grew up? Oslo

19. Last thing you did? type

20. What are you wearing? seaweed

21. Your TV? MacBaby

22. Your pets? eaten

23. Friends? <3

24. Your life? eventful

25. Your mood? hungry

26. Missing someone? always

27. Car? imaginary

28. Something you're not wearing? underwear 0_o

29. Your favorite store? Meny

30. Your favorite color? Purple

33. When is the last time you laughed? now

34. Last time you cried? yesterday

35. Who will resend this? santa

36. One place that I go to over and over? bathroom

37. One person who texts me regularly? Martine

38. My favorite place to eat? Floors

39. My favorite food? burger

40. Where you wish you were right now? friends

Promptly stolen from starrose17

1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No!
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks!

Copy and paste this, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag as many of your friends as you'd like to. Then see what happens.

Kissed anyone of your LJ/Facebook friends? Yes
Been arrested? No
Kissed someone you didn't like? Yes
Slept in until 5 PM? Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes
Held a snake? No
Ran a red light? yes
Been suspended from school? No
Totaled your car/motorbike in an accident? No
Been fired from a job? No
Sang karaoke? Yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes
Kissed in the rain? Yes
Sang in the shower? Yes
Sat on a rooftop? Yes
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? No
Broken a bone? Yes
Shaved your head? No
Blacked out from drinking? Yes
Played a prank on someone? Yes
Felt like killing someone? Yes
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Yes
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? No
Been in a band? Yes
Shot a gun? No
Donated Blood? No
Eaten alligator meat? No
Eaten cheesecake? Yes
Still love someone you shouldn't? Yes
Think about the future? Yes
Believe in love? Yes
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes
Talk in your sleep? Yes
Laughed until you peed your pants? No
Passed gas on an elevator with others? No
Spend too much time on LJ/facebook? Yes
Play a musical instrument? Yes
Lived outside of the country? No
Been skinny dipping? Yes
Gone sky diving? No
Dated someone longer than you should have? Yes

I'll just have you know that doing your Biolab report in an English pub is not possible. Surprisingly enough. Especially when the bartender sits next to me and strikes up convrsations about everything. And the second I finish one pint he jumps to his feet saying: "another one, eh, love?" And pours me a new one before I even manage to answer. So now I'm slighty buzzed and have written about nothing at all and the report's due tomorrow 8:15. Ahahahaa.

I can't decide whether this is a cute poem or if it's a disturbing and stalkerish poem

(  'Us Two' by A. A. Milne, and some thoughts around it )

Saturday was fun in a way, I guess. (I apologise in advance for the typing mistakes, I still have ridiculously long nails.) I started the evening drinking some very potent Italian wine with my mum and her boyfriend, then I rushed home to Oslo for a cinema date with Margrethe.
When I got home I had twenty minutes to change and leave and arrive. So I had a shot of brandy whilst running around throwing clothes in all directions. I came to the cinema exactly on time only to find that Margrethe had forgotten to buy the tickets. Bummer. So we try to find another cinema where they show good movies, and finally we find one some ten minutes away from the other where they showed Slumdog Millionaire, starring Dev Patel from skins! Which turned out to be a really good film, I recommend it to everybody. The movie poster made it look like it was some lighthearted romantic comedy of some sort, but it really wasn’t. It was funny, yes, kinda like La vita e bella is funny, but instead of the jews this movie had poor children in the streets of Mumbai.

Before the movie started I did a Bonesaw impression. I’m actually quite good at it, just so you know. For some reason the guy in the seat in front of me did not approve of it and started yelling at me for it. He was like: Listen I think it’s time you calmed down, some of us are trying to watch this. And I said: it’s a toothpaste commercial. (and I thought: just buy a fucking telly, don’t pay 100 kroner to see a toothpaste commercial) But he wouldn’t see reason. My guess is that he was trying to impress his girlfriend. So Since he annoyed me I spent the rest of the commercial time filling up the hood of his jumper with popcorn. That was fun.

Then we went to a pub called Mir only to find that they had last call. So I went home after we had our one beers.

So yesterday I had this relly disturbing headache. I don't get headaches like that. I got home from school and BAM! it hit me. It felt as though my entire head was being squeezed and I slept for many hours. From one o'clock till four, with a few interruptions. I had crazy acidtripping dreams involving old men on skateboards and the tomb of nefertiti. And my husband eatin a soufflé saying: mm I love soup. Also, I dreamt I had a headache and wanted to go to sleep. It was, to put it mildly, painful.

Then I went to get my nails done in the evening. Getting my nails done is something I've never done before (so you'll have to forgive my typo's). It was tiring and boring. ANd my nails are long, clawlike and rather tacky. The thing is, I would never have done it if it wasn't as a favour for a friend of maine who happens to be a nail designer participating in the National Championship in nail design, and she needed to practise painting red, because apparently red is a different method. So up until this morning I had long red claws. Now they are brown. I prefer brown. I don't think this is me. But when I'm not microscoping, or getting dressed or you know, doing things with my hands, it looks kinda cool.

I don't work today. I Can't write, I can't think, I can't study. This sucks. And thanks to the troll I am offended and sad.

The Best part is the flying unicorns, or are they angels? Anyway, America's "new rock anthem"

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Supernatural!


EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I downloanded the first season of 7th Heaven today just for fun. Haha. Can't wait to see it. You know it actually was rated 18+ in Finland. haha. I mean, yeah, it's scary alright, but really? 18+?

Maybe I should do something useful with my life. The man sitting opposite me totally looks like a rat. Scary. I wonder if he knows. I feel like telling him. "excuse me, sir, but did you know you look like a rat? And I say this merely as an observation, please do not take offence."

Nice movie. nice song.

I know what they are called now.
Excavators. Isn't that an evil name? It just fits exactly to what it really is. Something evil. People underestimate the excavators. I don't. I know what they are. To quote much preiously quoted poet/playwright William Shakespeare: I know you of old. (Much ado about Nothing).

But as the man in Mrs. Bagwell's Rhumba sings: Don't let them see you're afraid.

I went to the doctor today. That was... unpleasant. Ueeugh. But sometimes it needs to be done. Still... Ueugh.

I dreamt so many weird things this night.
Among others the following conversation between Prince Caspian and King Peter. I dreamt that I was in my bed thinking about this part of the movie:

PETER: So.. what are you going to do now

CASPIAN: I don't know. Get married I guess

PETER: Oh. You don't suppose... I mean, you could, you know, hang with me instead

CASPIAN: I guess

PETER: I mean, you don't need to get married

CASPIAN: No actually I think that as a Prince going on king, you're supposed to get married, you know, get a queen.

PETER: hehe... queen

BOTH: *snicker*

PETER: But seriously, though, you could not get married and just be with me instead. It'll be way cooler.

CASPIAN: I know, I really want that. And why should I HAVE to follow the rules. Why should WE follow the rules. We're royalty, you know, we make the rules.

PETER: Totally! We don't need queens!

BOTH: *snicker*

PETER: Didn't you have a thing with my sister, though?

CASPIAN: yeah, but, you know, she's a girl. Girls are no fun.


And I lie in my bed thinking WTF!? Why is nobody reacting? total drama front page material when Dumbledore is outed long after the bookseries are out, but total gayness in Narnia during the movie and nothing? insanity! And I wake up.

Nå har jeg prøvd å la Krunegård bestemme humøret mitt, man bare fordi han gjentar at hele verden er underbar klarer jeg ikke å tro på ham. Verden er ikke underbar.

In other news

I love my jammies. I had to get out of them, however; the world of academics needed me. Uni is strange. I went to my first molecular Bio lecture where Professor Colourless de Bergen told us about the coming semester. He says that this is so strict and that we HAVE to show for every lab, every group work and every lecture because they are compulsory (except the lectures but we totally should attend those as well). Well, yeah I agree with him that we should attend these things, but we're not in school anymore, we should be capable of understanding this ourselves. group meetings should not have to be compulsory. I plan not to be treated like a child. And anyway I can't attend everything this year. I have other things to do. :p

Så virkelig? filibombomobom? Hvorfor i helvete? Kidden heter allerede ole aleksander, men for all del.

BARN på lekeplassen: Hei hva heter du?

OLE: Jeg heter Ole, men vennene mine pleier å kalle meg Ole Aleksander Filibombombom.

BARN: Virkelig? Ole Alek blablabla bla bla?

OLE: Ole Aleksander Filibombombom. Det er et kallenavn. Lettere å huske. Kortversjonen om du vil.

BARN: ...

OLE: så hva heter du?

BARN: Johannes, men folk kaller meg Jonna.

OLE: Hvorfor det?

JONNA: ...Fordi? Det er lettere å huske?

OLE: Du har ikke prøvd... si... Johannes Augustinius Andreas Padaplingplingpling? Hei! Hvor skal du? skulle vi ikke leke sammen?


Jeg lover dere. Kidden het nok ikke en gang Ole i utgangspunktet. Egentlig het han Jo.