Fuck Wordpress

Blogger decided to be nice to me and give me new layout options. Fuck Wordpress.
http://togalaundry.blogspot.com/

ps: I miss my friends. I miss Siv and Emilie and Karina and Kristine and Ida and Julie and Maren and Rod and Katja and Mari and Mari and oh the list goes on... I even miss my brother. Hopefully I'll be awake enough tomorrow to be social and take contact.

Men

If I could choose to change the world around me just for today, it would consist of only men and the few productive and long-sighted women I know. I'm sorry, I'm in my "goal mode". I can't take all of the fucking around. I need to move. For those who know me, I thrive on my famous "goal mode" much like some bipolar people thrive on their manic periods. In fact, I suspect I might be manic when I'm IN IT. I just get so much done and out of the way when I fix and control. I feel a buzz just thinking about it.
Please don't lock me up...

Anyway, the need for masculin domination has been sturring for quite some time. I realized just how much I love the male sex at a beach party last Friday, when I observed how all of the guys just embraced their instincts and claimed power over a silly bonfire. As a girl who's been living in an apartments with too much progesterone for the past six years, seeing men take charge of practical things is like being handed a free ticket to a spa resort. It's uplifting, foreign and comes with a manditory "WTF???!!!" Then when I was randomly ended up at a all lesbian party at Rockefeller last night, I realized how much I kinda majorly dislike the female sex. Even though the dancing part of the partey was fun, I just couldn't take my mind off all of the bullshit women create when they are alone together too long (which isn't long at all). I catched it by over-hearing conversations, seeing the games they played on the dancefloor and talking to butch bitches who practically wanted to punch at me and the dude I was with there, just cause he was a guy and i defended his right to be there (ps: he was awesome). ERGO: most women can be manipulative, gluttonous and cold. Myself included. They have a way of dealing with things that is reminiscent of a bureaucracy bribe. I know it's gay pride week, but that party kinda made me straight...
I remember what Rod told me - that he had talked to a gay guy who half-jokingly said he had gone gay just to escape the female drama. Sometimes I wish I was a gay man. There's less huss and fuss, more style and "Careless Whisper".

Oookay, I'm ranting. In short, I salute men. I don't give them enough credz. And as soon as I've gotten a fair amount of sleep so I'm not crumpy anymore, I'll salute women too. Night <3

Love letter

Dear Amanda Palmer,
to me you are perfect.

Kafétorsdag

Who r u?
Margrethe Øien Guldvog

How r u feeling?
Fucking ace.

It's been three insane years. I started at Rud completely unfamiliar with anything associated with the word "normal". I was shy, unsocial and a complete mess. I'm still a mess and cannot be associated with normality, but other than that I am different. Despite my many fits of rage and frustration against things Rud, I honestly could not be happier that I chose that school as my foundation, that I stayed in it through better or worse (I am usually very bad at that) and that I managed to get the best fucking friends, experiences and lessons out of it that anyone could ask for. I've said it many times, but I'll say it again: I am the luckiest person in the world.

Even though Rud officially ended yesterday (we had a big graduation, where Phil and I performed, and partied through the night), I went over to the school one final time today. Just to say goodbye. The halls felt very abandoned, until I found Siv and Hanna there. We sat down in the music hall, where we always lunched, talked about life and blocked the way for the busy people, and went down memory lane. Then Phil showed up unexpectedly and we had him annoy Siv one last time with his aggressive piano playing. Beethoven has never sounded so awesome.

Just as I was walking out of the building, feeling like a bird being pushed out of the nest against its will, I was met by my old drama teacher. He told me his memories of who I was when I first came to Rud and about how I he felt I had blossomed into a performer, about how he thought I had made the right choices, that he was happy for me and that he believed in me. I was brought to tears. He gave me a hug. The best hug. It was an unforgettable moment. I don't really feel like that bird anymore. Instead I feel free to love Rud for what it was and is. I am going to miss, especially these first weeks, but I know that I am heading out to do some big shit. I mean, I've managed this far. I might as well keep going.

ps:
kafétorsdag, Børre, encellede organismer, imaginære objekter, kæx, vel, space, How to Fisk How to Fly, møllisdans, Franz von Suppé, Pokemon, chillingspot, Skywalker, rudisme, 4.33, mangfold, etc.

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Friday:
- Aced my History exam. Thank you, Rome. You've made me a sucker for anything bronze and corrupt.
- Jones' birthday. Discovered that blueberries can taste exciting when drenched in wine. Otherwise, I find them to be dull and overrated berries.

Saturday:

- Dinner at my brother's. Can't remember last I had such a good time with him. Shocked to learn that he's an awesome chef. He made us chicken and bacon sandwhiches with nachos, salsa and guacamole. I almost cried at the sight of such a big and tasty meal (haha). Honestly. Good food makes me freakishly happy.
- Met Emilie for a night out - my first night out as a person who can legally purchase liqour. Strawberry daiquiri, long island ice tea, cosmo, wine - I can live with that. First it was just the two of us. We sat in a street and a car with two elder Italian men stopped in front of us. They hit on us heavily and invited us Mona Lisa for drinks. Before they drove of they told us to live every moment as if it were the last. We stayed put, though.
- Later Thea, Henriette and Sam joined us at Luna. We played Lady Gaga, the Proclaimers, Lena and the Dresden Dolls over the speakers. I got to smoke a cigar for the first time. It was honey flaboured. Not sure I liked it, but whatevs. It was fun. Then we got into some drama with a very drunk guy. That was not so fun. I left the awesome girls when the alcohol became too much. I still feel bad about that.

Sunday:
- Slept till two.
- Saw Sex & the City 2 with mum and Carro. What to say about that one? Incredibly awkward and embarresing at times. You do not want to see Liza Minelli sing "Single Ladies" in a short skirt. Nor do you want to see four women in their 40's and 50's perform at a kareoke bar in the "Middle East". It was also surprisingly condescending towards Arabic culture. FYI, America is not the world. And I hated the fact that there was no connection to the real world to be found in it. Carrie behaved like a bitch during the entire movie, Samantha went slightly pathetic and Aiden... That wasn't Aiden. BUT I did like the romance, a lot of the clothes, the New York moments and Samantha's nail polish. I actually kinda want them to make a third movie just so they can make up for everything they fucked up.

**
Amanda is releasing a new record soon. It's all Radiohead covers on the ukulele. She just put the first single, "Idioteque" out on Bandcamp. Listen to the magic.

And read about the process and how artists can survive these days: http://blog.amandapalmer.net/post/687905407/look-the-idioteque-single-from-my-radiohead-covers
Spread the word.
The live recording of "Creep" was recorded just before the concert Phil, Kristine and I went to started. I feel very honored.

**

Strange things are happening to me. I am becoming more and more feministic. I'm scared because I've never been into feminism as it reminds me too much of angry and one sighted women. I don't want to be that. I get terribly annoyed with my own sex a lot of the time as well. Sometimes women talk too much and do too little. That's why I am also falling more and more in love with women who compete on the same level as men, women who are headstrong and ambitious. Emilie and I talked about Samantha from S&C yesterday, and that image of her having cigars with the guys. I like that. I want to be that. I want to earn that cigar.
I also want to get rid of my own prejucices against people, think better of them, work out loads during this vacation, start building on the other blog and move to Rome, but that's another story.

Assume the Perpendicular

Nice weekend. Especially the part where I brought the Russian ballerina to see my awesome cousin sing with a big bang. We ended up on the town till four at night with his friends. They had some tales to tell. I had no idea Oslo was so fucked up. I suspected Berlin was. They also had a hell of a lot of generosity. I hope to be like them one day - full of love, mad life stories and surrounded by gay men.

Sitting here now, falling in love with the Divine Comedy. Écouter!



PS: What's with all the Americans?