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Fuck Wordpress

2010-07-04T10:49:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-26T15:56:00.000-07:00

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

2010-06-23T16:45:00.000-07:00

Dear Amanda Palmer,
to me you are perfect.

Kafétorsdag

2010-06-18T08:28:00.001-07:00

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.

Lok på tumblr

2010-06-14T13:29:00.001-07:00

2010-06-13T13:19:00.001-07:00

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.
&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://music.amandapalmer.net/album/idioteque"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Idioteque by Amanda Palmer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;
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

2010-06-06T10:50:00.000-07:00

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?

Icarus

2010-06-02T09:46:00.000-07:00

I wake up every morning to the sound of motors roaring
they are drowning out the voicesin my head
at night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels speaking but I can't recall a single thing they said
I see their lips move clearly I feel their presence near me
but each word they try to tell me just slips through the cracks
I push I strain I wrestle with my brain and then a voice from somewhere whispers to relax.

I'll say a word for sickness
she is my favorite mistress
yes she knows my body like no other can
my flesh and spirit keep colliding when her fingers are inside me
oh my god oh my god, lady
I'm your man
Fever flu malaria come near me
do not spare me
I just long to spend another night under attack
I wretch, I shake, I cry until I break
and then I feel something release and I relax

I've banged my head for days against the walls inside this maze
I've never been to good at this damn kind of thing
I'm in here with my father I'm just pacing but he's smarter
he's been bulding a fantastic set of wings
and like that I'm up and flying
with the labrynth behind me
but I go too high
the sun is melting through the wax
it burns it hurts I tumble to the earth and as I fall I feel myself relax.

Am I letting go? I think I'm letting go.
I must be letting go.
I've got to let it go. Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.

I wake up every morning
to the sound of motors roaring
they are drowning out the voices in my head
at night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels speaking but I can't recall a single thing they said
I see their lips move clearly I feel their presence near me
but each word they try to tell me just slips through the cracks
I push I strain I wrestle with my brain I wretch, I shake, I cry until I break
it burns it hurts I tumble to the earth and as I fall I feel myself relax!

Un peu narcissistic

2010-05-31T11:04:00.000-07:00

Jeg har startet en ny blogg i går. Nerdebloggen. Forhåpentligvis går alt som det skal med den. Here 'tis:
http://togalaundry.wordpress.com/
Jeg tar gledelig imot forslag om innhold og foregangsmåte.

Jeg vandrer rundt for tiden og prøver å finne ut av hva jeg vil neste år. Disse to intervjuene hjalp meg veldig i går, da usikkerheten var på topp.

http://live.showstudio.com/

Danke

2010-05-30T08:31:00.000-07:00

I find myself doing this quite a lot these days. Not dressed as slutty, though. Thank you to Kristine for capturing it. I really like this photo, actually.

It's been quite a strange day. I went to Maren and Thea's birthday party yesterday, dressed very politically as the modern music indrustry. Nobody really got it or started a conversation with me about it. Kind of a bummer. Well well. Speaking of bummers, we spent almost the entire party glued to the TV only to see Germany winning the Eurovision Song Contest. I've said it many times lately and I shall say it again: fuck you, Germany!

I felt very out of sorts the rest of that night, so I went to Mari's and had tea with Katja. When I woke they had made me coffee. I love them. When I came home this was by the door:

My sister is the shit.

And I had also received loads of amazing birthday messages. I feel very grateful right now.

Tiergarten

2010-05-26T08:51:00.001-07:00

Jeg er vel litt sur på deg. Men jeg fikk en veldig fin sinnesang ut av det, så det er ikke såååå gæli. Det har generelt vært en ganske intens dag, med engelsk eksamen og forberedelsesdag til morgendagens Mipeksamen. Jeg så Lars Sponheim på Bekkestua for noen timer siden og fikk brennende lyst til å kaste kaffen min på ham. Jeg skjønte ikke hvorfor. Gjør det nå. FYI, det er aldri lurt å ta fra meg noe jeg vil ha. Aldri.

Jeg har forresten bestemt meg. Jeg skal til London. Gleder meg skikkelig. Jeg skal dra, leve et innholdsrikt liv, jobbe hardt, lykkes og skape drømmelivet, so suck it.

Jeg er i en skikkelig "jeg elsker Rufus Wainwright og føler at han snakker til meg sånn helt heftig"-periode. Denne videoen er litt dedikert/dedisert (?) til Kristine og hennes lederhosenfetisj.

Release the stars / Release your love, 'cause Hollywood is over

Ting å være glad for:
- Ukulelespillingen tar av. Faktisk så mye at jeg har utviklet tykk hud på fingertuppene og et snev av senebetennelse. Awesome.
- I morgen er jeg ferdig med Mipeksamen.
- Temaet for den er 60-tallet, og det er slettes ikke så ille.
- Søster og jeg skal på Melodi Grand Prix i morgen kveld og se på bl.a. mine kjære Rudvenner opptre med røde hansker på. Vi planlegger å sabotere for Sverige i sammen slengen.
- Snart har jeg bursdag.
- Kaffe.
- Lange turer.
- Tore Sagen på Twitter når MGP er på TV.
- Denne dokumentaren.
- The Office, sesong fem. Et ord: GENIALT.

Sonnet 20

2010-05-23T08:50:00.000-07:00

"thank you, but i’m capable of getting up and getting dressed"

... and not much else. Well, I am kickin' ass at laying in parks, talking to friends for hours upon hours and drinking unhealthy beverages. I stay up half the night, and after I wake I spend most of the day just waiting for the evening. That is what the exam period is doing to me. I miss structure and productivity a little.

I'll say it again and again, I love how all the artist I like are connected in some awesome way. This song just doesn't get tired.

And nor does Gaga. It's nice to know she was young and stupid once too.

Speaking of awesomeness...

2010-05-23T07:19:00.000-07:00

it just doesn't get much better than Ed Helms and his Office character Andy Bernard. Love 2 hate & hate 2 love.

Did I mention he plays the banjo, piano, sitar and ukulele?

Hard disc with Phil's pictures = trip down memory lane

2010-05-20T11:47:00.001-07:00

stitious

2010-05-18T08:24:00.000-07:00

My life is just so weird right now. Not that I don't think that all the time, but gawd. I'm nowhere. I'm in between and twirled up in exams, transitions, decisions, work applications, birthdays, fascination, songs, order and total mess. I'm happy, healthy and quite terrified. Not scared of the exams, though. That's something... I'm so effing normal.

The Office USA season five arrived in the mail a week ago. It's keeping me slightly sane and chock full of things to laugh at. But as far as keeping me sane goes, nothing beats the intelligence of RevRunWisdom on Twitter. If you're considering getting an account, need some new people to follow or you just simply crave som wisdom in your life, he is the shit.

I've named my ukulele, btw (lol). It's called Princess Consuela Bananahammock II. Right now it's rocking "The Truth", "Thank God I'm Pretty" and some water damage.

I think I love this:

Explain Your Sneeze

2010-05-15T04:52:00.000-07:00

Hvor er jeg? Jeg aner ikke. Tror ikke jeg har visst det på veeeeldig lenge. Det har nok mye med russetida å gjøre. Den gjør at jeg føler meg meget adskilt fra alt og alle fordi jeg ikke er überinteressert i den. Jeg kan allikevel takke den for min frie oppførsel de siste ukene. Bukseløs, but nonetheless... Dette skal liksom være den fjerde dagen på rad jeg skal drikke, og vi har fortsatt 16. og 17. mai gjenstående før jeg kan bruke pepsi max som sterkeste rusmiddel igjen. En del av meg frykter at jeg ikke orker mer.

I går dro jeg til Mari og Ravn sin leilighet. Siden Ravn var på forretningsreise og Mari går rundt som en vandrende Houseparodi, var kjæresten erstattet med Maris koselig og vågale mor. Vi satt oppe halve natten, drakk vin, pratet og så på Bitch Slap (aka the greatest movie of all time).

Ja, jeg savner Berlin. Ja, jeg vil dra dit med en gang. Ja, jeg er skitredd for alt som har med neste år å gjøre. Nei, jeg aner ikke hva jeg vil. Det eneste jeg ser er ett trappetrinn og en hel del Monetshite, om du tar metaforen. Det er vel sånn det skal være når man er 19 turning 20.

Takk til Karina for at jeg har oppdaget the Kills. Tape Song går på repeat hele dagen her i gården.

Time ain't gonna cure you
Honey, time don't give a shit
Time ain't gonna cure you
Honey, time's just gonna hit on you
You got to
You got to go steal ahead

Dette ble et unødvendig klagete blogginnlegg, forresten. Jeg har det da egentlig veldig bra i min evige bortskjemthet.

Jesus, Joseph, Bloody Hell!

2010-05-11T07:50:00.000-07:00

"A woman without a belly is like heaven without any stars."
- So true...

I love Jason Webley.

Philippe won Rud's annual photo competition today. This was taken of our drummer Magnus (aka the bird boy) during a Raum band practice.

It's been a really strange day. Phil and I were supposed to perform on a school concert today, but it got cancelled. But we decided to do it anyway, so we arrange an intimate thing with chairs stacked around the school's best grand piano. We played "Boston" by the Dresden Dolls. After that, my singing teacher turned it into a master class and we played "Astronaut" with Siv as well. It was good fun. I want to do more of those things. Again, I feel like Phil and I are bringing something different to Rud. If I could, I would do shit like that every week. The way Rud structures concerts and the teachers want you to perform has always bothered me because it never fits what feels right to me. This is the reason why I so often end up doing worse than other people. But once I'm in charge of the setting and the style everything goes so much better. I develope. And I actually enjoy it.

You can put the details in a letter
The more embarrassing the better
Right now I can be happy if I choose to
I know that in the morning I will lose you....
And maybe you'll go mad
And maybe ill go gray
And pack up to Berlin
Or maybe it won’t matter anyway
We’ll find out that your mom was right and you'll admit you're really gay
And maybe I'll wake up
In a city far away
Or maybe we'll make up
And buy a house and have a couple kids and Labrador and microwave
But anyway

Right now we're here in Boston
In Eden where you almost pulled your pants down
Don’t worry who these jokes will all be lost on
Come back to bed my darling
There is nothing in the world that we can count on
Even that we will wake up is an assumption
But I know for a fact that I loved someone
And for about a year he lived in Boston...

Like O, Like H

2010-05-09T06:07:00.000-07:00

- A tribute to Kris10ne's misguiding appearance.

Songs I now can play on the ukulele:
Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division
Creep - Radiohead
Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
Makin' Whoopee - Ella Fitzgerald
Lovesong - The Cure
Don't Panic - Coldplay
Tous Les Garcons et Les Filles - Francoise Hardy
(Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots, part 1 - The Flaming Lips)

Kristine's blog with pictures from Berlin. I'm too lazy and busy making my fingers bleed to blog them as well.

Aaaand finally, proof that Justin Bieber represents everything that is wrong with the world:

It isn't hard to find...
<3 to hate.

Hopscotch

2010-05-08T09:56:00.000-07:00

I'm geniunely enjoying life right now. Today has consisted of sitting in the sun, playing "Creep" and "Tous Les Garcons et Les Filles" on the uke, watching my sister doing be science nerdy in John Lennon glasses and watching the adorable new episode of Big Bang Theory (marry me, Sheldon).

On Thursday night at eleven Katja sent me a message and asked me if I wanted to come over. I travelled far to stay up all night in her fairytale home, drinking tea and chatting with Sleepless in Seattle in the backround.

Yesterday was spent barbequing on the beach and partying with good friends. Wine was consumed, Scissor Sisters was played, hugs were given, drama was being observed (you know I love that) and I received the best compliment I could've asked for. A girl in my class said "you made listening to Lady Gaga socially acceptable at Rud." Suddenly I feel like my new found honesty and faith in myself is paying off. Danke schön.

La vie est belle. So is Wilbur.

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

2010-05-08T08:41:00.000-07:00

New hair, new make up, new epic ring, new nailpolish, new instrument, new way of wasting time.

Me not blogging about Berlin

2010-05-06T08:20:00.000-07:00

I was supposed to blog about the Berlin trip, but since I don't have the pictures yet *hint* I'd rather not. All I can say is that it was a really important trip for me. On so many levels. God, I miss it. I get this way every time I travel. I feel free and new and inspired and older, and my veiw on life in Bærum, a place which often feels like the heart of Hell for anything creative and liberating, changes. The day after we had come home Phil and I sat in the school hallway and hugged. We felt alienated together and we just did not get what was going on around us. We talked it through and reminisced about the olden days of drunken nights, random subway rides, Evelyn Evelyn, the Norwegian glass shaper and feeling safe amongst millions of strangers. Then he looked at me and said something I will never forget; "You do realize that that is the future?" I hugged him again.

Guten Nacht, Elefant

2010-05-04T12:40:00.000-07:00

I died and went to Heaven a few days ago. It was the day Phil's and my dreams came true and I still want to vomit every time I think about it. I am of course thinking about the Evelyn Evelyn concert. May 1st be one the of the best days of my life (so far).

Phil, Kristine and I arrived outside of the Babylon theatre an hour before everyone else. An early sign of the surprising truth that we were be biggest fans there. As people started arriving, we spotted Jason Webley (aka Evelyn) and Sxip (they're amazing warm up act and helper on stage). All I could do was mumble "oh my God". Sxip noticed and smiled at me as he walked past us.

Before the show Kristine and I found the famous question bowl in which one can put questions to the twins that they will answer during the show. The way they answer is by each of them saying every other word. I posted "Why?" Phil posted "Stockhausen vs. Mozart - who would win in a dance battle?"

When the curly haired Sxip finally took to the stage we were all thrilled by how great he was. He asked for a volunteer on stage that could help ring his bells (høhø) and Phil was happily obliged. He was nicknamed the "tall and thin guy". Quite fitting, if I do say so myself. Kristine and I were cheering in the audience the entire time.

Btw, guess who was in the audience? Neil fucking Gaiman. But more on him later...

When the twins took the stage I felt completely paralyzed. I was actually in the room one of the people I look up to most in the world, a person whose music makes me want to rip my heart out and whose life is like a far-fetched dream I'd kill to be a part of. The show was anything but a disappointment. They played piano, the accordian, drum, guitar, ukulele and sang and were just... awesome. And during the question round they answered our questions. We laughed our asses off at the abstract anwers about vulcanoes and shit. Eventually they also did come to the conclusion that Stockhausen would win. I agree.

During the intermission Kristine and I met Sxip and I got his album signed. He was a very sweet man. He even let Kristine touch his hair. Quote Kristine: "I hope one day to marry a guy with hair like yours."

After the intermission Amanda and Jason got their groove on. First Jason made us into a battling choir of violins and trombones. Then Amanda entered the stage like a true rockstar. After a song she confessed that she was completely hungover and requested water and a bucket on stage that stuck with her thoughout the show. To our horror she said she didn't have the strength to do the traditional signing after the show. But however ill she may have been she did performed amazingly. She even wrote on her blog that she thought she played the best show on the tour so far that night.

The concert ended with Sxip receiveing a huge birthday cake on stage. The audience got some of it, including free beer. It was the 1st of May after all. Kristine went up to Amanda and said "bitte bitte" and Amanda obliged, as always. It was the first time I ate gluten since February and it was delicious. Then cake time came beer and wine time. Jason made us all spin around the room twelve times whilst hoaling his "Drinking Song". Finally, Amanda played "Creep" and the first two seconds of "Bad Romance".

I was really nervous that I wouldn't get to meet Amanda. We stood outside in the could for about twenty minuets, waiting, until finally we spotted Neil. Whilst he helped load a car I went over to him quite timidly and told him I really enjoyed "Neverwhere". I was shocked to discover how outstonishingly friendly he was. He said "thank you" enthusiastically. "And what's your name? Maggie? It's really nice to meet you, Maggie". I even got my picture taken with him. Jesus, I'm getting faint just writing about it...

Then Amanda arrived. Amanda fucking Palmer fucking there right in front of us. She was so sick she had to be held by Neil. We told her we didn't want to bother her, but we kinda had to. She understood. I grabbed the chance and I looked into her eyes and told her that she'd changed my life. She immediately gave me a big hug and thanked me. Then I thanked her and she looked into my eyes and stroked my cheek. It was the greatest moment of my life. Okay, now I'm crying... She was even nice enough to be photographed with us. Neil Gaiman took this photo with Phil's camera. Fucking Neil Gaiman.

And the keyboard is sweaty...
After Amanda left we went into the hall again where a few people were still waiting to have stuff signed by Jason. He was very nice and thanked us for coming all the way from Norway. Whilst signing, he asked us what we were doing that night. We said we didn't know and went over to sit on some stairs. After he had finished he fucking came back over to us and asked us again. I really felt like he understood that we were huge fans. He told us he didn't know what he was doing either, but that he might go out and see the town. Then he fucking asked for our number just in case. So Jason Webley now owns a piece of paper with Phil's number and our names on it.

I hadn't even dared to dream that that night would be so mind-blowing. I'm still walking around in a haze, boycotting anything, such as russ, that might disturb it. People keep complaining, but I just reply that they are clueless. I'm sorry to be so arrogant to them, but honestly, one of my greatest dreams came true a few days ago. How would you feel if one of your greatest heroes and sources of life embraced you like that? You would feel like breaking, I assure you.

OMG

2010-04-26T10:29:00.000-07:00

OMG, Amanda og Jonathan Ross blir bare mer og mer episke.

Speaking of episk. Episk fail, that is. Gigant forbrenning i trynet due to mammas nye "milde" aloe vera-krem. Må jeg minne dere på at jeg har min aller siste sangtentamen i morgen????

Fuck the Ash Cloud

2010-04-26T07:46:00.000-07:00

Ey! Jeg har kjøpt Lady Gagabillett. Oslo spektrum, here I come, I guess.

Ey! Jeg har funnet en russelåt jeg faktisk liker. Den er skrevet og sunget av Ida, og tilhører vanen Quote 2010.

Ey! Berlin om fire dager! :D:D:D:D

Det var vel alt jeg hadde å si...

"Don’t ever call me Stefani again."

2010-04-24T10:17:00.001-07:00

I dag har jeg...
...sunget i pikekoret under en småklein konsert i Bærum kulturhus.
...loket i parken ved Sandvika storsenter.
...ikke tenkt meg på Tryvann.
...kjøpt meg malerutsyr fordi jeg har bestemt meg for å bruke tiden min på noe fornuftig og bli verdensmester.
...funnet ut at Sunnivajus med appelsin, bringebær og druer er digg.
...kunngjort mitt bitre hat overfor alle som skal på Lady Gaga-konserten som ikke fortjener det fordi jeg elsker henne høyest (!!!), og bestemt meg for å kjøpe en billett i protest/håpløs optimisme.

Ellers da...?

Yeay! Hole gir ut den nye cd'en sin, Nobody's Daughter på mandag. Det er vel ikke så mange, bortsett fra meg og Ida som bryr seg, men vi gleder oss stort. De få Holefansene som finnes her i verden må holde sammen, sier jeg bare.

Yeay! Jeg har begynt å se på the Office USA igjen og det er så fantastisk at jeg holder på å dø. Ingen klarer å få frem magien i "that's what she said" som dem. Problemet er vel bare at noen holder mine kjære sesonger, 1, 2, og 3 til fange. Hvem nå enn det er, kan vedkommende være så snill å skrive sitt navn i kommentarfeltet?

"This skytebane isn't big enough for us both, mr. door!" - @vitenwahl

Lok i det musikalske hjørnet

2010-04-22T08:01:00.000-07:00

Jeg dør

2010-04-20T12:26:00.000-07:00

1. Lars Tangen svarte meg på Twitter.
2. Lars Tangen skal slutte å blogge til ubestemt tid.
3. Prince skal på Roskilde uten meg.
4. Russekåring en km fra hjemmet mitt. Resultat: Phil og jeg sitter under et tak i regnet og diskuterer hvordan vi er misforstått av vår samtid.
5. Lady Gaga skal til Norge. I oktober. Føkk henne.
6. Hjernevask. De norske forskerne kan gå å henge seg.
7. Jeg finner ikke the Office DVD'ene mine.
8. Det er snart Sirkus Sand.
9. Søsteren min har blitt bedre til å tweete enn meg.
10. I følge mine troverdige kilder er visst Peter Mattei en skikkelig festløve og player.

Ellers da? Phil og jeg har planer om å starte et keytarband. Det blir enkelt, koselig og genialt. Denne videoen er på mange måter et godt utgangspunkt.

Playlist:

Our House - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Teach Your Children - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Land of a Thousand Words - Scissor Sisters
Fembot - Robyn
Party in the USA - Miley Cyrus
Saturday Night Divas - Spice Girls
Honey - Hole
Telephone - Lady Gaga (endelig tar dem av for meg og)

Lady is a vamp

2010-04-19T08:49:00.000-07:00

Planer for russetiden:
- Gå rundt i den nye boaen min og se episk ut.

Vår Herre er glad i biller

2010-04-16T14:30:00.000-07:00

Jeg har ikke noe liv. For å gjøre saken verre så har jeg nærmest stjålet Hello Kitty sitt blogkonsept... Her er listen min over årsaker til hvorfor jeg er tragisk:
- Ukas høydepunkt er å se Sirkus Sand og Lyngbø og Hærlands big bang på tv.
- Jeg har sittet på Twitter og Fleis hele kvelden.
- Jeg dekorterte også russebuksen min. Jeg skulle liksom lære meg å tegne klovner som Marianne Aulie for ekstra buksekulhet, men det faila.
- Jeg har hatt følgende sanger på repeat hele dagen: Party in the USA, Baby when you're gone (Bryan Adams og Melanie C.), Too Much (Spice Girls) og Especially for you (Kylie).
- Jeg har blitt kastet gulrøtter på.
- Jeg ble rasende da store deler av Norges befolkning begynte å følge Vitenwahl på Twitter tidligere i kveld fordi han sa at han hadde konto der under kveldens show. BTW, TREIGINGER, JEG SATT I SALEN DA HAN SA DET. JEG FANT HAM FØRST.
- Etter det så tweetet han dette: "Derfor elsker jeg dansk: "Askesky skaber kuk i Margrethes bordplan". http://tinyurl.com/y5vonrx". :(
- Min største drøm for tiden, etter å føde Vebjørn Sands barn, er å loke i NRK-kantina, eller byssa som de kaller den på Radioresepsjonen.

Mindre tragiske ting:
- Har endelig funnet kjærligheten med Scissor Sisters.
- Min überfantastiske B-far har blitt fan av gruppa Sjokolade <3 på Fleis.
- Søster har bursdag i morgen.

It is time to hang your pants on the hook of darkness, whether they are clean or not

2010-04-13T12:38:00.000-07:00

Jeg savner Spice Girls. Jeg snakker ikke om dagens "hei, vi er eldre og har nogenlunde normale klær på oss"-Spice Girls, men 90-tallets Spice Girls. Jeg er ikke redd for å si det, jeg synes fortsatt at de så skikkelig kule ut. I nesten hvert bilde finner jeg et plagg eller en frisyre jeg gjerne skulle hatt. Det gjelder spesielt Geri. Hva kan jeg si? Jeg liker svulstighet.

Are you as good as I remember, baby?
Get it on, get it on
'Cause tonight is the night when two become one

Begynte å se på filmen deres i går, og jeg må si meg enig i Emilies uttalelser - den er heeelt absurd. Men jeg blir nostalgisk av den.

Hvem var/er din yndlings Spice Girl?

*

PS: Er ikke Ben Folds bare superawesome?

Rock this bitch in a minor...

Tusseladder

2010-04-13T11:40:00.001-07:00

I dag hadde vi en skikkelig kul forfatterdude på besøk på skolen. Ole Robert Sand, tror jeg han het. Han holdt et foredrag om essayet for oss. Det ble til mye snakk om damer, øl, livserfaring og tomler. Jeg storkoste meg. Jeg skal bli sånn når jeg blir stor.

Jeg forguder stemmen, ansiktet, brystene, når hun løper, gråter, elsker og ler. Hele livet har jeg ventet på å møte henne. Å suge kraften fra skjødet hennes, å kjenne de myke lårene klemme seg sammen som trodde man at man var evigheten. Alt jeg noen gang ville var å få tilgivelse. Hun river tankene mine vekk, øynene hennes tømmer meg, hun har all makt. Blodet renner fra hjertet, det vil aldri stoppe.
- The one and only

Intergalactic, Infinite Time

2010-04-09T16:26:00.000-07:00

I've developed a serious Twitter addiction lately. I even got my sister to get an account, which turned out to be a bonding field for her and my dear Phil. I've also realized that, in a lot of ways, Twitter is so much better than Facebook. It's more relaxed, less flashy, it's simple, more charming and it just brings so many wonderful experiences. Unlike Facebook, it's not about your identity or making yourself look good. I'd like to convert people, but they'll just have to come at their own pace. That is half the magic of it.
Here are some of my favorite tweets from these past few days:

CarolineGuldvog @Voyager2 My first tweet ever I send to you , Space-People. Love & Peace

Voyager2 @CarolineGuldvog I am completely #humbled by your offering. Love and Peace to you and yours.

DrSchneider Skal legge seg. Drømme en framtidsåpenbaring. Følge denne og leve et lykkelig og fantastisk liv. God natt.

DrSchneider @gietlitevink Det er i slike situasjoner man ønsker at man kunne si noe sånt som "Finn fram champangen!" og tenke på helt andre ting.

DrSchneider @togalaundry PÅL SÅ NETTOPP SNUSLOMMEN. "ÅLØ, SYKT FETT ASS!"

CarolineGuldvog JEG SÅ ALDRI PUTTIPLUTTIPLOTT OG JEG SPISTE ALDRI PRIM.

vitenwahl Vårt strutseegg i mikrobølgeovn-eksperiment får det norske folk desverre aldri se. Det sa pang, men ikke pang nok..

amandapalmer http://twitpic.com/1e7g6e - eeEE!! @evelynevelyn vinyl has arrived! we're proud, & @jasonwebley is topless, but hides it cleverly

MarianneAulie FREEZZZIING... http://www.tv2underholdning.no/gkn/-jeg-tuller-ikke-det-er-blaafrossent-3178233.html

amandapalmer on a walk. my mom insisted I twitpic this chocolate lawn bunny. http://twitpic.com/1e3n4o

vitenwahl Talking about you, @Voyager2 in a Norwegian TV show tonight. May I ask how you're doing out there? Any greetings to Norway?

*
If you don't get all this then it sux 2 b u.
*

ps: give me flowers for my hair, white high heels, a macbook pro and savings, Universe.
pps: thank you so fucking much.
ppps: the left leg of my russebukse now has leopardprint on it.
pppps: forgive the large amount of blogging. It's all a huge compulsion to stay interconnected.

YOU CAN BET YOUR BLACK ASS THAT I'M GOING TO

2010-04-09T06:19:00.000-07:00

INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY - ANOTHER FABULOUS DAY IN THE LIFE OF MAGGIE.
QUIT SCHOOL AT 10.30 AND WENT HOME AND SLEPT ON THE COUCH WITH WIL. WOKE UP, TOOK PHOTOS OF THE SCHMOO AND I WITH OUR MORNING FACES AND WATCHED INTERVIEWS WITH ODDBALL ANNA ANKA (I FIND HER ENDLESSLY FASCINATING). GOING TO PHIL'S LATER TO PIMP MY RUSSEBUKSE WITH JULIE AND KRISTINE. GLITTER A'HOY. BUTT FIRST, CHINESE FOOD AND TIRAMISU ICE CREAM.

ON WEDNESDAY MY SISTER, MY MOTHER AND I SAT IN THE AUDIENCE OF LYNGBØ AND HÆRLANDS BIG BANG, ADMIRING THE AMAZING EXPERT PANEL. IT CONSIST OF THE HAIRY SOCIAL ANTHROPOLOGIST WHO CAN'T PRONOUNCE R'S, THE SLEAZY DOCTOR WHO FREQUENTLY TALKS ABOUT HOT WOMEN, THE CONFIDENT FEMALE HISTORIAN, THE ADMIRABLE BIOLOGIST AND OF COURSE THE PHYSICIST, ALSO KNOWN AS VITENWAHL. HE IS HOT, ADORABLE AND INCREDIBLY SMART. FUNNY STORY: I WALKED AROUND MAJORSTUA YESTERDAY AND SPOTTED A DUDE FROM THE BACK. HE WAS CARRYING A BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT YELLOW BAG AND I IMMEDIATELY FELT IN MY GUT IT WAS HIM. I FOLLOWED HIM FOR A FEW METERS, UNTIL HE TURNED AROUND AND WALKED PAST ME. I WAS FRIGGIN' RIGHT. HE WAS EVEN MORE AWESOME IN PERSON AND I AM STILL SUFFERING FROM PAINFUL REGRET THAT I DIDN'T STOP HIM TO SAY SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF "HEY, YOU'RE SUPER COOL AND YOU MAKE NORWAY A BETTER PLACE." AND YES, I KNOW I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES ABOUT VITENWAHL OR THE OTHER PANEL EXPERTS, BUT I DON'T CARE CAUSE I KNOW I SHOULDN'T BE.

WHAT ELSE? JUST VERY HAPPY. THE RUSSIAN BALLERINA GOT INTO WARWICK AND WILL BE LIVING JUST OUTSIDE OF LONDON NEXT YEAR, AMANDA IS FREE AND I'M GOING TO SEE HER IN UNDER THREE WEEKS, SIRKUS SAND EXISTS, THE SUN IS SHINING AND MY OUTLOOK ON LIFE HAS IMPROVED.

DO YOU SWEAR TO TELL THE TRUTH THE WHOLE TRUTH
AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH SO HELP YOUR BLACK ASS

when i was six years old my sister alyson
asked for a stove for her birthday
a miniature one you could actually cook with
and my mom was nice and she bought one

alyson needed a reason to bake something
barged in my room and she grabbed me
she said:
"i made a cake and we're going next door
to sam weinstein's and you're getting married"

the cake was burned
it tasted gross
she made me kiss him
on the mouth

now i am 33
unmarried happily
no plans in life and i'm planning to keep it that way
i do kissing with only one mission
do you like to kiss? then you have my permission

and i have already spent too much time
doing things i didn't want to
so if i just want to make out all the time
you can bet your black ass that i'm going to

when i was nine i was kind of a loser
the kids in my class didn't like me
melanie chow was the meanest of all
and my mom made me go to her party

nobody talked to me i sat there quietly
drawing with crayons on a napkin
a picture of melanie skewered with a pitchfork
her legs getting eaten by lions

the cake was good
i took some home
i had a party
in my room

now i have friends and i'm not such a loser
but i go to bars all alone and i sit there
and order red wine and i write and i like being alone around people
yes that's how i like it

and i've already spent too much time
doing things i didn't want to
so if i wanna sit here and write and drink wine
you can bet your black ass that i'm going to

yes i come here often
sure i'll have another one
yes i come here often
sure i'll have another one
but i don't have to talk to you

when i was 17 i was a blowjob queen
picking up tips from the masters
i was so busy perfecting my art i was clueless to what they were after
now i'm still a blowjob queen (far more selectively)
i don't make love now to make people love me
but i don't mind sharing my gift with the planet
we're all gonna die and a blowjob's fantastic

and

when i was 25 i was a rock star
but it didn't pay too well i had to strip on the side
of the road to get ready for shows and the cars driving by
baby they'd never know
what a bargain they'd gotten
and if i'm forgotten
i'm perfectly happy with all that has happened
and i still get laughed at but it doesn't bother me
i'm just so glad to hear laughter around me

and i've already spent too much time
doing things i didn't want to

so if i want to drink alone dressed like a pirate
or look like a dyke
or wear high heels and lipstick
or hide in a convent
or try to be mayor
or marry a writer
smoke crack and slash tires
make jokes you don't like
or paint ducks and retire

YOU CAN BET YOUR BLACK ASS THAT I'M GOING TO

En hyllest til himmelen

2010-04-08T10:44:00.000-07:00

Siv ba om hyllest til våre guder. Siv skal få det hun ber om uten en kakesmule nøling.
Her er menneskene, hvis de kan kalles det, som gjør våre dager rosenrøde, med masse gledeshopping:

Aune, Aune Sand:

Aune om Vg-lista topp 20-showet.

Vebjørn Sand:

Brødrene sammen:

Marianne Aulie:

På Trygdekontoret.

Sirkus Sand:

Jukka-Pekka Saraste:

Takk til Siv for deling av endeløs entusiasme og sikling.

So What

2010-04-05T10:08:00.000-07:00

So, what have we learned about jazz today?
- Miles Davis worked with everyone.
- Not much else...

What have I learned about myself today?
- Watching Amanda Palmer's webcasts always gets me off my ass and gets me inspired.
- My room always reeks of oranges.

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I keep thinking about this conversation I had with a friend of mine who currently studies psychology in Trondheim. He told me that being a student was fantastic because for once in his life I felt he could do all the things he had dreamed of doing but never had the time to. I doubt that would happen in London. I mean, it's so much more competitive there. Then again, maybe that's just the hard working feminist in me talking. Anydays, I do have a lot of dreams and visions I would like to make true, though. Phil reminded me of my idea of a type of artist collective a few days ago. I'd like to just gather up some awesome and creative friends, have them live together, if not physically than at least share a space on the web, and just make magic happen. They could be painters, musicians, writers, actors, anything. As long as they love what they do and we are able to work together to produce something. Not just get drunk and shit all over our futures. I only like that in theory. For me personally, feeling like I'm not going anywhere is as close to Hell as I could possibly be. But maybe I could start already? Maybe I can gather up all of the awesome and creative friends that are in my life right now and we could make a schmancy blog of some sort? Thoughts?

I'd also like to start my own nerdy, ambitious blog, but I'm coming to terms with the fact that as long as I'm at Rud it just ain't gonna happen. In fact, this thing that I'm doing right now is MAJOR procrastination. I'd yell at myself, but it's the last day of vacation and for once I feel entiteled to doing absolutely nuthin'. I swear, the number of times I've visited Twitter and Facebook these past days is record breaking. My internet history file will crash soon.

Funny:

Thank you, Ben Folds.

Lovely:

Thank you, almost worthless adverts on Spotify.

It's Easter, after all

2010-04-04T09:16:00.000-07:00

Things that should die a horrible and gruesome death:
- Ed Hardy
- My current consentration span
- Hipsters
- That the heels on my favorite shoes are so worn out that they've turned into so tap shoes
- Dialing the wrong number and being locked in an awkward conversation with a man who "enjoys chatting with young girls"
- Pancakes cuz they contain gluten
- Saxophone in most musical pieces that aren't of the jazz persuasion

Things that brighten my day:

- The new Doctor Who episode, starring Matt Smith
- The little Photoshop newb that is me opened herself up to Picnik
- Tiramisu ice cream with snickers sauce
- Spring
- Fucking Berlin
- Mocking other Scandinavian countries because sometimes there's nothing more fun than being a biggot
- My darling and his music, which are some of the few good things that Finland has produced
- Starting to get really excited about London
- Ida's fancily produced song "Eternity"

- Jesus on Twitter
- Sister has taped DNA maps to her walls and it is adorable

- Having time to blog about nada and a half

The first sensual photo was taken by DrSchneider.

Vegemite Love

2010-04-03T15:16:00.000-07:00

Dear Maggie,
always remember the 3rd of April - the day you tweeted to Amanda Palmer and she fucking replied.

***

Story:

Yesterday I heard Amanda's song about how she hates vegemite, a disgusting food paste made from yeast extract, and about how she can't be with the guy she loves if he chooses to eat it. I wondered to myself, "does Neil like vegemite?", so I asked. About an hour later she replied:
@togalaundry he's on team marmite, actually. just as bad, IMHO.
It is the greatest thing ever written, IMHO.

Bimba & Kimba

2010-04-01T14:54:00.000-07:00

I'm officially not alone anymore. Gah. Goodbye guiltless cooking. Goodbye loud music sessions. Goodbye freedom to invite whomever over that I please at any given time. Goodbye constant self-indulgence. Goodbye daily glasses of wine. Goodbye freedom to run around naked, even though I don't like to. Goodbye having absolute power of the television. Mum came home yesterday and I dreamed of killing her for invading my nest with American Idol, up until the point where she suddenly got sick and vomited. I decided to leave the home today because of this. I went to Ida's. We went for a long stroll around Billingstad, drank cocoa and talked for hours. We've decided that we're both going to be grotesquely successful, and as old women we're both going to own huge houses. Ida and her pipe-smoking husbands's house will be a regular hang out place for us, where we will eat fail-pastries and do loads of weird shit that only old women can pull off.

Later tonight my sister came home, which was nicer. She brought me three pieces of the Berlin Wall and loads of candy. Yeah, she can be pretty fab at times.

Oh, and thanks to Kristine I have now spent an hours on Topshop's website, drooling over clothes. Here are some of the things I have yet to buy with my imaginary money:

Sometimes I am so me I am tempted to join the club of vomit...

Playlist:
- Evelyn Evelyn, and more Evelyn Evelyn

Baby, you're all wet

2010-03-30T15:51:00.000-07:00

I've lost all sense of time. I'm up all night and I sleep a little during the day. Most of the time I'm just awake, awake, awake - cooking, drinking wine, entertaining friends that leave all too soon, listening to classical music, etc.

I had a lovely time, having a huge group of friends over for food and more food. I didn't even make half of the stuff I had planned and my peeps were so good at bringing shit I just decided to chill. Over 24 hours later, my place still looks like shit, though. I left it to wallow in its misery whilst I went to the movies with Karen. We saw Shutter Island. Finally. I liked it a lot, especially the genius soundtrack and the parts where everything was just scary and fucked up. I had expected it to be stranger, though... And I must give praise to Martin Scorsese, whom I normally don't like, because the directing was off the hook.

Speaking of off the hook, Evelyn Evelyn's album is out now and it's sooo... just beyond what I expected. Amanda and Jason, you are angelic.

You even gave me the 80's...

Eg vil ha deg

2010-03-27T17:34:00.000-07:00

Slike innlegg må bare til en gang i blant...

HEFTIG

2010-03-26T14:02:00.000-07:00

Jeg og resten av andre- og tredjeklasse på musikklinjen på Rud har jobbet mot Brahms rekviem-forestillingene med Oslofilarmonien og koret deres i konserthuset i flere måneder nå. Øystein Fevang lærte oss opp, og vi har tilbragt hver kveld denne uka i konserthuset. Vi har spilt to forestillinger, en i går og en i kveld. Hør opptaket på P2 her! Jukka Pekka Saraste dirigerte oss, Peter Mattei sang bariton og Elizabeth Norberg-Schulz sang sopran. Det ble supergøy og stort etterhvert. A once in a lifetime experience lzm. Ikke minst fordi Peter Mattei er en av de sykeste klassiske sangerne jeg noen gang har hørt og fordi jeg hele tiden hadde *kremt* fantasier om Saraste. Nå er det slutt og jeg må si jeg er i et nostalgisk hjørne. Rødvin og nikotin, sier jeg bare.

Ellers da..? Jo, ferie. Awesome blossom.

PS: min fantastiske fetter, Ole sang visst i et kor på kveldens episode av mitt nye favorittprogram, Lyngbø og Hærlands big bang. Skal sjå. Det må du og.

Proof that there is a God:

2010-03-20T03:10:00.001-07:00

Julian Casablancas and Andy Samberg.

SYK dag

2010-03-18T14:53:00.000-07:00

1. Gjør ferdig særenmet sånn ca klokken 23.50 før 18. mars starter.
2. Står opp seks for å ta IELST-testen, som er med å bestemme om jeg får studere i London eller ei.
3. Mens jeg venter står det en hyper fyr med rødt krøllete hår og filosoferer om hvordan han "egentlig er litt fan av å stå opp tidlig for å se på soloppgangen".
4. Tar den skriftlige delen av testen. Halter med sliten og sulten gjennom det heilage.
5. Går for å kjøpe ny mascara på H&M. Kjøper det + shader og stæsj.
6. Fortsetter å bruke penger. Denne gangen i heimen, Platekompaniet. Kjøper the Brothel av Susanne Sundfør og liveskiva til White Stripes.
7. Går inn på DinSko. Mannen i kassa er megaheit. Ser ut som en ung pretty boy-versjon av David Walliams. Også ser han kjempekjent ut. Jeg trosser frykten for at han kommer til å tro at jeg flørter og spør han om jeg har sett ham før. Han tror ikke det.
8. På vei ut av butikken innser jeg at han har vært på Idol.
9. Lommeboken min er for øvrig 500 kr lettere nå. Jeg har fått meg nye lakkstøvletter.
10. Sitter og leser Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas mens jeg venter på mamma. Får en melding av Julie Å. som forteller meg at jeg skulle ha vært på skolen i dag. Rod sovnet nemlig i dirigeringstimen og begynte å sikle. ++
11. I bilen maser jeg om hvor fantastisk the Brothel er. Det er den virkelig.
12. Ser deg gjennom vinduet. Røyke. Faen ta.
13. På vei inn til leiligheten min møter mamma og jeg den nydelige vaktmesteren vår. Han forteller at kona hans, som hadde lidd av demens og bodd på gamlehjem i flere år, nylig har gått bort. Dødsårsak: en annen dement pasient hadde satt fyr på skjerfet hennes.
14. Drar tilbake til byen for å fullføre snakkebiten av IELST-testen. På veien til ser jeg Valkyrien fæckings Allstars stå utenfor et konsertlokale.
15. Frihet. Og eksaminatoren var australsk ^^

16. Drar til Tanken for å se min fetter-Ole og bandet hans, the Sap (tre eller sperm) opptre. Når jeg møter ham gir han godnyheten; han og kona venter tvillinger.
17. Møter mange koselige mennesker, blant dem vokalisten i bandet. Han heter Steinar og har masse tatoveringer. Han er visst firmenningen til Ole og meg. Dæven døtte.
18. Philippe ankommer. Han introduserer meg til gamlebestissen hans. Han skal visst også se konserten.
19. The Sap tar av på scenen. Fetter og Steinar er helt oppi hverandre og ser ut som de skal kline opptil flere ganger. Sitat by Ole fra scenen: "Alltid bøge. Alltid våge". Ikke kom her og fortell meg at jeg ikke har kongelig blod!
20. Følger Phil til Mc'ern. I kassen står et fenomen jeg ikke kan uttale meg videre om, som jeg alltid har drømt om å møte. Jeg tar han i hånden. Det er magisk. "Beklager for de skitne hendene. Jeg har stått på kjøkkenet." Det er magisk. Mer magisk enn jeg noen gang kunne forestilt meg.
21. Busstur hjem. Du går på, og så av. Du går i skinn. Faen ta.

Dette er bare noen av det jeg har opplevd i dag. Måtte i morgen være like gøyal. Måtte jeg ha like mye krampe i føttene.

Ain't no party like my nana's tea party

2010-03-14T10:04:00.000-07:00

1. I am tacky. I am.

2. Tomorrow I'm going to have to switch from sweatpants and to skirts and get off the couch. Worst of all, I'll have to face everything I've neglected for the past five days. Fuckety fuck fuck.

3. I suddenly don't feel like going studying in London anymore. I'd like to travel through Europe and experience the culture full on instead. I'm pretty sure I won't do that quite yet, but still... Wine, Spanish guitars, cafés, late night talks with interesting strangers, hunting for cheap gems and art sounds too good to pass up. God, Rome was perfection. Every time I'm reminded of it I almost want to cry.

4. Gluten development: if I haven't lost any weight within the next weeks or started feeling better than I do now, it's soooo not worth it.

5. Tea night at Emilie's was a boost of fun and joy. My friends are lurvely. Photos by Emilie.

6. How does one become a casting director? Or work with actors in general without any acting experience or desire to get some?

he'll flip you

2010-03-13T16:34:00.000-08:00

On the road of Benicio of the Bull worship we sprint past Wolfman in an urgent haste and take a nice rest in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - a movie in which my newest hero is fat, vomits three times and sells a 16 year old. Good times. Especially when you're still sick and you manage to gulf down two glasses of wine. Not forgetting that at one point you have to walk Wil. And that your sister broke the handle of the toilet door off and got stuck inside the little cubic metre sized room. Lol.

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

Before I go to bed, here's a final fangurl fun fact: The Bull's first recognition as an actor was playing an anonymously written character who's purpose was to die. After scrolling the pages for material to work with he went to the director and told him that it really didn't matter what he did. Then he asked if he could do whatever he wanted to to spice it up. By that he meant mumble uncomprehensibly. The director agreed to it, never daring to tell Benicio that he didn't get what the fuck he was doing or if he was joking, in fear of insulting him or making an ass of himself. A year later Benicio del Toro was regarded as a respected up and coming actor with his own Independent Spirit Award. Awesome.

Du vet du er for nerd når du...

2010-03-13T04:03:00.000-08:00

...blir glad for å ha en oljete t-sone.
...får panikk for at du ikke finner leppepomaden din fordi da kan du ikke leke Fenster fra Usual Suspects.
...har lyst til å omfavne religionslæreren din fordi hun selv foreslår at du skal få utsatt frist på over to uker på en innlevering, noe som hun trolig gjør fordi hun stoler alt for mye på deg som fliktoppfyllende elev.
...har lyst til å skrive en liste med 100 punkter om hvorfor Lady Gaga tar av.
...savner å se på the Wire fordi gangstahspråket ditt forsvinner.
...innbiller deg at man du Bjarte fra RR overalt.
...innbiller deg at naboene dine lager Zoidberg-lyder.

Og man vet når man er syk når man bruker flere timer på å skrive et teit og ufullstendig blogginnlegg.

Burger

2010-03-12T01:24:00.000-08:00

Thoughts and more thoughts... Please?

The Last of the Famous International Playboys

2010-03-11T11:01:00.000-08:00

Song of the day: the Last of the Famous International Playboys by Morrissey.

News of the day: I'm going to try to live without gluten for two weeks to see if I might be gluten-intolerant.
Suckishness of the day: still sick, and worse than ever.
Best idea of the day: stealing my mum's bed while she's away.
Person of the day: Benicio del Toro. Youtube recommendations had me watch an entire episode of Inside the Actor's Studio about him. Found out he's actually quite cool. And mind blowingly hot, of course.

Tv show of the day: Big Bang Theory. Hehe. The new episode is awesome and I feel strangely connected to it. I'd fight for the ring of power any day.
Thing to wait for: the Telephone video. I'm one of those lame mega fans who have waited for months. In a few hours it'll be all over the internet. In a few moments I'll be seeing it. Can't wait for more Gaga.

ps: Aune Sand is God. Always.

Effed Up Dream

2010-03-06T03:06:00.000-08:00

I was bitter for some reason. Or bored. It was night-time, I was walking in the snow and I decided it would be fun to kill the entire 3. grade of music/dance/drama at Rud. Seconds later, I was walking by a train in a forest and looked inside it as some of my closest friends gassed the others to death. After a few minuets, I regretted it. Siv was by my side and I told her I wanted to turn back time. I didn't, but the killing didn't bother me that much after that.

We walked far through the forest and encountered gross men sitting on toilets, laughing. They wanted to kidnap us, but we got away. Also, rabbits tried to eat us. It was like the universe wanted to punish me.

Suddenly, it was a feasting day of some kind and I found myself trying to find something to do. I was still battling the guilt and the fear that someone might discover that over 40 people were dead. They didn't. I was invited to a lot of places, but I didn't want to go to any of them. My mother took me to some friends of our family to deliver some food. I was in my bathrobe, but I enjoyed myself so much I convinced my mum to drive me home so I could change and come back again. However, I ended up at drummer Magnus's place with my sister, searching for one of my latex gloves. Strangely enough, he had gotten a new family and gym teacher Charlie was his dad. They brought me clothes and convinced me to stay. After a while, I realized they were being very creepy. My sister was terrified and went into a room, where she stayed for hours. After a scary battle of trying to outsmart them, my mother arrived to pick us up. At that point, after very little effort, they gave up trying to kidnap us. They admitted to us that none had ever managed to get away from them, but we just had. I searched for my shoes in their hallway for an hour, and at one point I found myself on the floor with a dude that will not be named, who told me I was amazing and that he would stay with me. That's when I woke up and was sincerely weirded out.
It's 12 o'clock now. I'm lying in my bed. Happy I didn't kill anyone... Not so happy that I still have no clue how to spend tonight...

Dagens musikk og generell kulhet

2010-03-04T11:52:00.000-08:00

Redhead señorita
Looking dead
Came and said
"need a bed?"
En Español.

You can't stop these kids from dancin'.
Why would you want to?
Especially when you're already gettin' yours.
'Cause if your mind don't move and your knees don't bend,
well, don't go blamin' the kids again.

When the morning comes.
When the morning comes.

En soloppgang har aldri vært så stygg
Thore Skogmann ville sikkert kalt den 'snygg'
Han åpner kjøleskapet, ingenting...
størkna blod i håret men ingen sting
Og om man bare bare hadde øl
om man bare bare hadde øl

She was sixteen and six feet tall
In a crowd of teenagers comin' out of the zoo
She stumbled started to slip and fall
Teeter-tottered on the top of patent leather shoes
I happened to catch her and said,
"maybe these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you"

I could do these dishes I could try
To do these dishes I could try to do these dishes
Time to decide to do these dishes
Time to DECIDE...
Fuck it
I'm gonna go to Australia
I'm gonna go to Australia
I'm gonna go to Australia
Bye-bye

Never thought I'd see the day
When a big boat coming my way
Believe me when I say
I fucked a mermaid

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

Sving din hammer
til din papa drar deg deg inn
Trekk et romnummer
men ikkje bland din med min
Sving din hammer!
Sving din hammer
til din papa drar deg deg inn
Maestro

What bleeds must be butchered,
so now it all ends here.
You say I'll die alone,
Well baby, I don't care I don't care!

Anything that's worth having
Sure enough worth fighting for
Quittings out of the question
When it gets tough gotta fight somemore
We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight for this love x3
If it's worth having, it's worth fighting for

Smil
Smil til ditt blitzregn baby
I mårå vett alle kem du er
på cover i et magasin

Find a cure
Find a cure for my life
Oh my god
Oh, you think I'm in control
Oh my god
Oh, you think it's all for fun

Og Tor sa:
Hei du, jeg elsker deg, din jævel!
Du har så mye sensualitet
Men snart skal du få deg en på tryne
for stygge gutter er det verste som jeg vet

We got you here selling rag and bone
Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home
A broken trumpet or a telephone
Ah, come on, come on, come on
Come and give it to me

ps: takk til Kristine, Unnveig og Skrættiz for bildene!

Raum and Dessert

2010-03-02T06:40:00.000-08:00

It's amazing what can make you feel on top of the world. Being in possesion of a completely dead body at the moment, I decided to skip choir class for some good old fashioned sleep and then a movie. I chose the feel-good Julie & Julia, which stars the undesputed Meryl Streep as famous chef Julia Child. It inspired me to get up and cook dinner and glazed last night's leftover muffins.

So, last night... The big Raum event. It was hectic as shit, but in the end I had a blast. We dressed the stage to perfection and I must say, we had the best stage out of any band I've ever seen at Rud. I'm talking disco balls, flashing Christmas lights, lazers in different colours and satelites. Musically, we fucked up a bit and we didn't get as big an audience as we'd hoped for, but we had a great time on and off stage. Phil wore golden tights and Star Wars boxer shorts, Ida had epic hair with disco balls in it, Siv was such a great communicator on stage, bringing something out of everyone and Magnus was just... Magnus. During our Planet Porn routine he improvised a strip tease and spanked me while I sang about being turned on by the solar system, ending it all with a giant orgasm scream. I saw my singing teacher in the crowd, shaking her head in shock. At the end of the show we shot confetti out into the audience. Big shout out to all of the people who helped us clean that up. And to everyone else who made it a perfect night. Despite the entire Raum's rage over not being on top of their game, especially during the second half of the concert, we've gotten nothing but fabulous responses. If I could choose, I would quit school and do Raum full time at this point. Oh well, særemne and IELST test next.

Note to self: wear false eyelashes more often, keep spreading glitter and feathers everywhere you go, put all regrets behind you and fucking have fun.

International Friend

2010-02-24T09:36:00.000-08:00

It's the end of an era. I just received the news that International Friend is officially being put to rest, as well as an invite to its final meeting. Being a part of the project was amazing. I'm full of regret that I never got the time to contribute the way I know I could've. But I'm full of gratitude for having gotten the work experience, not to mention the solid friends. We were all exceptionally lucky. Who knows? Maybe we'll all be back some day?

Owen's farewell.

Giant Fish

2010-02-21T06:24:00.000-08:00

Ida and Marte celebrated their birthday yesterday. I had an awesome time, dancing to Bad Romance for the billionthed time x20, talking to fun people, singing along to Starlight and taking in the enthusiasm that people feel towards Raum. At one point the entire band found ourselves in the kitchen, having a toast.

It'll be great. We're in a good place creatively and it's developing, despite the fact that each individual member has a huge, stubborn and insane personality. From Wednesday we'll be moving in at school to practice. We're planning to make a little behind the scenes thing on Facebook.
And no, I will not stop ranting about Raum.

ps: It's terrifying how smart you feel when you're drunk. Even when you're wearing a leopard sports bra.

sprsml

2010-02-21T03:13:00.001-08:00

Harrytur til Sverige. Det må til i vinterferien, rett og slett. Og da finnes det intet bedre enn å lytte til Radioresepsjonen mens man daffer i baksetet. De tar av. Spesielt Bjarte (til venstre).

Også gir de deg masse å snakke om under lunsjen i Svinesund. Her er et meget godt spørsmål de stilte som vi satt og diskuterte i dag:

- Hvem ville du vært i Andeby? Pliiiiz tenk deg nøye om og svar. Jeg ble forøvrig overrasket over å oppdage hvor komplekse karakterene egentlig er.

Og et som vi ikke fikk diskutert: - Hvilket land ville du eid hvis du kunne?

Til sist, her er noen av mine:

- Hvem ville du vært i Friends? Jeg tror jeg velger Chandler fordi han er en underdog og fordi han på mange måter får den lykkeligste slutten.

- Hvilken Beatles sang skulle du mest ønske du hadde skrevet? Mamma svarte Love Me Do fordi hun mener den er definisjonen på å få for mye for for lite. Jeg tror valget mitt faller på I am the Walrus.

- Hvilken band opp gjennom tidene ville du vært i hvis du kunne velge? Det er superletth å svare Beatles. Utfordre deg selv litt mer a!

Dots

2010-02-16T13:23:00.000-08:00

Goldsmith har offisielt satt av en plass til meg. Glede.
Julie Å. var helt fantastisk under MJ-konserten. Stolthet.
Vi har en fryser full av fastelavensboller. Nam.
Selv om vi ikke fikk gjort så altfor mye i dag, så var Raumøvelsen hysterisk morsom. Som alltid. Elsk.
Vi har funnet på masse artige ting å gjøre. Woohooo.
Norsktentamen gikk veldig bra. Fornøyd som fanden.
Project Runway er gøy. Hekta.
Phil er med i en rute i Dots-reklamen. Lol.
Moonraker er utrolig fin. Snufs.

I can't help falling in love with you

2010-02-14T12:31:00.000-08:00

Hva jeg covrer hver eneste dag: Apropobandet

Rocket Man fordi William Shatner har sine øyeblikk. Og romtemaet da...

Fordi jeg er så enig.

haggel

2010-02-11T12:11:00.000-08:00

We're all couch potatoes at my house. Embracing that side of myself most nights of the week for the past 19 years, rutines have developed. Of course I've got a trusty spot in the L-shaped couch, next to the oven and the window. My sister sits in the corner and watches youtube videos and studies science. My mother sits on the other side, enjoying coffee with Wilbur snuggling into her neck. Lately, Carrrokline (la sis) has gotten me into some of her vlogers. Especially Camiloveskiwi, an adorable biology student from Brighton, who makes make up videos. She also has a site on blogspot with the same name. Here a little meme I've stolen from her blog and filled in meself:

Waking Up: Magic Dance - David Bowie

Good Day: Love Hater - Andre3000

Bad Day: Escape - Muse

Long Day: My Name is Prince - Prince

Music To Fall Asleep To: Moon and Moon - Bat for Lashes

After a fight with your best friend: I Drink Alone - the Cumshots

Falling in love: Don't Stop Believin' - Journey

Breaking up: Many Shades of Black - the Raconteurs

Making out: Since I've Been Lovin' You - Led Zeppelin

Making up: the Luckiest - Ben Folds

Sneaking out: What You Waiting For? - Gwen Stefani

Being reckless: Ingenting - Kent

Road trip: Little Acorns - the White Stripes

Graduation day: Baba O'Riley - the Who

Remembering: Gold Dust - Tori Amos

Childhood Memories: Just a Girl - No Doubt

Vacation: Hard to Explain - the Strokes

Seeing an old love: Taare du tarv ikkje falla - Valkyrien Allstars

Angry mood: Treat Me Like Your Mother - Dead Weather

Depressed mood: How Can You Mend a Broken Heart - Al Green

Happy mood: Mandy - Barry Manilow

Quiet mood: Sister Rosetta Goes Before Us - Alison Krauss & Robert Plant

Loving mood: Moon River - Audrey Hepburn

Song for growing up: Tenke sjæl - Trond Viggo

Summer love: Summer Boy - Lady Gaga

Just Summer: Twist and Shout - the Beatles

Winter romance: Pink & Glitter - Tori Amos

Your wedding: Bruremarsj fra Jämtland - Gåte

The song that ties your life together: I Am What I Am - John Barrowman

The song that reminds you of your childhood town: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk

Your first love: Only You - Yazoo

Your school days: I Wish I Could Go Back To College - Avenue Q

Your favorite summer song: Rainbow Connections - Kermit the Frog

The song that reminds you of the one thing you wish you could get back: Ne Me Quitte Pas - Jacques Brel

Your drinking song: Mozart's Requiem, 3. Movement, Dies Irae - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Your party song: Rock the Casbah - the Clash

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I'd like to start my own proper blog one day, and put effort into it. Maybe make a few vlogs too. I don't have the patience or inspiration right now, but maybe when I finish Rud. Or maybe sooner. Rud should be properly documented.

Less invations, more equations

2010-02-08T11:51:00.000-08:00

Feeling good these days, despite missing people outside of Rud and Wilbur vomiting on the couch this morning. I'm liking Mufo-season. I'm liking Raum. I'm liking my work current work out kick that will help me survive the two hour long performance I'll be doing on the 1st of March.

The weekend has consisted of a class gathering (my class is awesome. We sing Mozart's Requiem whenever we get the chance), muffin and Grand Prix night at Ida's (fuck Didrick for winning over adorable A1 and Keep of Kalessin) and band practise fail. My friends' endless creativity has inspired me to redecorate my room and hunt for cool stuff to wear on stage. Any suggestions, peeps?

RAUM - generelt bare veldig kule

2010-02-06T16:23:00.001-08:00

Phil (fiolin), Ida (vokal og synth), Siv (piano og synth), Magnus (trommer) og moi (vokal)

Jason

2010-02-01T13:21:00.000-08:00

I've fallen in love with Jason Webley (the second half of Evelyn Evelyn). I started listening to him yesterday, which turned to reading about him, which turned into staying up half the night trying to stop my heart from cracking its way through my chest. Yes, I get very eager when I find something I like...

The dude plays main instruments are the guitar and the accordian, but he plays a lot of other wicked things as well. His musical career began when he, in his twenties, quit his job and began playing on the street. Since then he's made five studio albums, worked with a lot of cool artists, created his own record labels and a few musical organisations. One of these organisations is called Camp Tomato, which, of course, consists of devoted tomato worshippers. He's even made his Toyota into a giant tomato.

When the glass is full,
Drink up! Drink up!
This maybe the last time
We see this cup.
If God wanted us sober,
He'd knock the glass over,
So while it is full we drink up!

To me, he embodies true musician ship. He's real, he's honest, fun and fearless. I cannot wait to see him life this spring and stalk him afterwards.

Guess you never really stuck around,
All that long anywhere.
I guess I should have known that you'd skip town.
You always did, catch me unawares.
Looking now at your debris,
These trails of paper strewn across the floor.
Towards an open door.

Look at all you've gathered, all you own,
Hold it in your hand,
does it weigh more than a single feather?
If the things you feel outsmart the things you know,
It's almost time, it's almost time to go.

I don't know if you struggled at the end.
I know at times, you fought like hell.
I know that sleep was never quite your friend.
I hope that now, you're resting well.
Old band names and alma maters,
A patchwork quilt of people you have been,
Tattooed on your skin.

Think of people, places you have known,
Sculpted out of sand.
The tide's coming in and we're going nowhere.
If your feet are still in shoes that they've outgrown,
It's almost time, it's almost time to-

Think of seed you've scattered and you've sown,
All out of your hands,
Lost in the wind like a little feather,
And the things you feel outsmart the things you know.
It's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time, it's almost time to go.

Red wine and M&Ms

2010-01-31T13:25:00.000-08:00

A big theme in my life this weekend has been the internet and how fucking great it can be. I've stayed up late every night watching Futurama and Amanda Palmer webcasts, getting inspired to write shit. The internet also helped me buy tickets to Berlin to see Evelyn Evelyn live. The trip all maped out and ready now. Phil, Kristine and I will be leaving on the 29th of April, we'll be stalking Amanda Palmer on the 1st of May and return to the age of russ on the 3rd of May. We're basically the most epic russ's ever to walk the earth. I've also decided that my summer will be spent working to get enough money for a Mac and London life support. Whoot.

Now to bleaker issues, I need help. This be my message to my friends:
when I go somewhere in the evening/night time, like to a party or a bar, don't allow me to leave early. I always do for some weird reason. In fact, I leave early all the time. I don't know why. It's a bad habit based on a sense of loosing control, I think, and it needs to be crushed under the sole of a very smelly foot. On Saturday, I found myself very tipsy on a bottle of wine and instead of being impulsive and risk taking in a healthy way, my impulse came in the form of jumping on my first available ride home just as the party started to get good. As previously mentioned, I spent the rest of the night watching the queen of unkept's webcast, where she invited a stranger into her hotel room in France who answered to her tweet-request for more red wine. Got to love her. Got to love Twitter.

ps: Raum rules. Our frequent practice rounds rule. I hope we'll continue being a band till the end of summer. How poetic. How fucking true.

pps: Extract from Amanda's blog about her time at the Golden Globes:
"i walked up to a woman, said hello, and started to chat up my upcoming tour dates in oz. the woman glared at me and hissed

“please back off. we’re only talking with the real talent here.”

oops. and ouch. i backed off, though of course my inner demon wanted to lean over the fucking cattle wall and hiss back in her ear that her mom sure had some real fucking talent last night. anyway."

Raum

2010-01-29T12:10:00.000-08:00

Endelig skjer det saker. Vi har nå bekreftet om oss selv at vi heter Raum, selv om det ikke er det tyske ordet for verdensrommet. I dag kom vi oss godt igjennom The Girl and the Robot av Röyksopp, med Magnus som lånetrommis. Fetth blir det. Sett bort ifra min mangel på gehør, da. Så, kom på gratis huskonsert på Rud kl. 11.30 i aulaen for å se oss ta av under Ruds kanskje første elektronikaopptreden, med meg i episke bukser, Phil med ledninger rundt halsen og 1 stk revyskuespiller i en paljett-topp med sløyfe på som slår en slags trommelydsimulator. Hvis ikke du rekker det, eller du faktisk gjør det, så må du (også) huske å komme på Radar i Asker 1. mars for enda mer genialitet.

I go mental every time you leave for work
You never seem to know when to stop
I never know when you'll return
I'm in love with a robot

Eloping

2010-01-28T01:51:00.000-08:00

Cornerstone

2010-01-26T09:18:00.000-08:00

Thank you, Arctic Monkeys, for making one of the cutest music videos ever.

Run 2 dah hillz

2010-01-25T00:54:00.000-08:00

When a child has a dream and a parent
says, "It's not financially feasible;
you can't make a living at that; don't
do it," we say to the child, run away from
home... You must follow your dream. You
will never be joyful if you don't. Your
dream may change, but you've got to stay
after your dreams. You have to.

- Abraham Hicks & Co.

Serr, kom på (M)uFokonserten vår 1. mars!!!

2010-01-22T02:11:00.000-08:00

the rings of saturn are so sexy
and jupiter's got that red spot
pluto and eres are just dwarves
but they get me twice as hot

oh planet porn
the solar system really turns me on
i'm floating through your galaxy
your milky ways are all over me

i'll spread my legs for venus
and i'd like to live on mars
i'll take neptune or uranus
or any of the countless stars

oh planet porn
the solar system really turns me on
i'm floating through your galaxy
your milky ways are all over me

and mercury's the hottest
being closest to the sun
and if that gets you off
you know you're not the only one

oh planet porn
the solar system really turns me on
i'm floating through your galaxy
your milky ways are uh uh uh

oh planet porn
the solar system really turns me on
i'm floating through your galaxy
your milky ways are all oh oh oh oh

- Dette og enda mer fra Team Rocket (Ida, Siv, Philippe, Victoria, Unnveig og jeg)!

1. mars, Radar i Asker. Be there or be firkantet.

There's Just This Thing About Ya

2010-01-17T09:44:00.000-08:00

A lot of the time, Spotify just wants to kill me. When I start it in the morning, bands like "Torleifs" tend to jump up and scare the shite out of me. But there are those blessed times when the recommendations and news I receive introduce me to great music. A few days ago it got me into Ok Go's new album "Out of the Blue Colour of the Sky", which is half boring, half extremely funky, in a Prince sorta way. I love that. Anyway, they're very known for their awesome music vidoes. You might remember the video with four weird dudes dancing and running on treadmills... This is their newest work. I, personally, think the music video takes away from the greatness of this song, which is what I'd like to be showing you guys. You might like the video. I do, just not for this song. So, in not-so-short, close your eyes and listen to "WTF?". It's so Prince gone slightly Jack White.

I've been trying to get my head around,
what the fuck is happening?
I'm trying to make some sense out of
what you're doing with my head.

It's like a skydive
or getting high.
The kinda thing'll maybe kill you.
It's like I'm eye-to-eye
with a wild lion.
Oooohh,
I don't know what to tell you.

There's just this thing about you.

I also recommend two editional tracks of brilliance:
All is not Lost - an inspirational tune with awesome rhythmics.
End Love - eightiest dance 2 dah max.

All Chucked Up

2010-01-16T12:15:00.000-08:00

1. Finally saw Avatar in 3-D. It was a pleasant surprise. Very, very beautiful, exciting and moving. It didn't have the best story in the world. Of course it included the cliché American soldier guy with scars in his face, but I just laughed through it. See it, please. Go see it. In 3-D!

I has 3-D glasses. I feel epic.

2. Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman are getting married and it's totally awesome and beautiful.

3. I've sort of joined IF again. It's nice. Watch out for an Avatar review in the future.

4. Lady Gaga was on Oprah. Shocker... So cute.

5. Finished Gossip Girl, season 2. I am a little ashamed. I'm done spending hours in front of the computer now. I'm going to work hard again. I'm back, bitches.

Apeirophobia

2010-01-10T06:18:00.000-08:00

L.O.V.E. the hair.

Content of past four days:
Well into Gossip Girl, season 2. Found the cure for suicidalness: read hip hop lyrics. Drank whisky and then wine with Emilie, Mari, Karina, Sofie E., Sofie G., Rebecca, Marte and Laura last night. Ditched Cake Tray for rehabilitation. Cried over this. Still trying to write something that'll make me appealing to several London universities. Sniffed lip balm. Saw Rudrevyen, which made me crack up. Started listening to Rihanna. Couch potatoed.

rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock

2010-01-08T04:47:00.000-08:00

Too many Big Bang Theory and Gossip Girl episodes. Getting sick is never a good idea. If it wasn't for the fact that I can't find the game, I would probably have my head in Super Mario right now. The fever also made me get up at 7.30 to make dinner. I have done something useful, though. I've found some universities that I will apply to. There's one in particular that the Gemini in me is falling far, but getting in requires work and time I don't even know if I have. Luckily, that won't stop me from sending in an application and trying my very best.

Totally psyched about this:

Tonight: Rudrevyen! Alexander Rybak-less.

xoxo,
M

Appelsin!

2010-01-04T13:01:00.001-08:00

Jeg vet ikke om det er årskriftestemningen eller holdningen min, men livskvaliteten min øker enormt for tiden. 2010 har vart i fem dager og jeg har prøvd mitt beste å holde meg til det koselige nyttårsforsettet mitt om å nyte livet. Jeg har bodd litt hos Emilie og sett på Doctor Who (takk for det, Emilie), gått ut med venner, lagt planer for flere ekspedisjoner og spist masse appelsiner (they're baaaack). Og og og! I dag fikk jeg, som dere sikkert vet, kjære fleisvenner, 6'er på norsksæremnet mitt. Det kom som et enormt sjokk ettersom jeg lever i konstant panikk for at jeg ikke er god i norsk *bank i bordet*. Jeg forventet alvorlig talt en 3'er.

Nå prøver jeg å finne fram til universiteter i utlandet. Fristen nærmer seg med stormskritt. Tror nok det blir enten London eller Washington på meg neste år, samt jentetur til Skottland. Ikke dårlig, ikke dårlig.

Speaking of ikke dårlig; denne siden: http://www.facebook.com/#/pages/Maggies-bosom/233466014473?ref=nf. Bli medlem og støtt dem.

Og Emilie, fikk Julie Å. til å se sin første Doctor Who-episode, og hun likte det! Vår onde plan om å spre Doctor Who over hele Norge lykkes som bare eff.

The day I died was the best day of my life

2010-01-04T04:52:00.000-08:00

And as I sit down I look up
And your standing in the doorway sun at your back
in my old brown dressing gown
Well no one can love you more than I love you now

Allow me to save your life

2010-01-03T06:04:00.001-08:00

1. Ny episode av Big Fat Quiz of the Year. Jeg venter bokstavelig talt år på dette og det skuffer aldri. Hvis du noen gang lurer på hva yndlingserien min er, så har du herved svaret:

2. TENNANT! Mari, Emilie, Karina og jeg har konstatert at han er awesome og at hun burde være bestissen vår. John Barrowman er også hjertelig invitert.

3. Finanskrisedepresjonens silver ligning: i popmusikkens verden har 2009 faktisk vært et ganske bra år. Sky vekk fra hipsterne, dere!

4. Ny doctor, for fanden!

5. Gaga's tweetes = <3 class="status-body">Hmmmmm...I wonder if ill score tonight
@LadyGaga To my little monsters! May your only pains in 2010 be champagnes! I love u. New years resolution: to enjoy life/warhol electroblond xgagaloo

6. Homofile menn ruler. Spesielt Neil Patrick Harris og John Barrowman. Jeg har aldri elsket førstnevnte mer enn nå.
Twitter: @ If you're feeling it, throw a vote my way: http://tiny.cc/Do80i Being atop John Barrowman would be a great way to start the decade...
Twitterkriiiig! Jeg klarer ikke å velge en side.

Oooh cake!

2010-01-02T16:40:00.001-08:00

Jentekveld med Mari, Karina og Emilie. Mari dro videre. Resten dro til Emilie, til vodka og David Tennant-besatthet.

10

2010-01-02T06:53:00.000-08:00

New Years Eve wasn't New Years Eve. Not really. Mine was yesterday, I think. Curled up with Emilie in her kitchen, crying and screaming at her Mac screen. With tons of vodka in our systems we waited up half the night for the final episode of Doctor Who with dear 10 inch. Me oh my, how emotional. Part of me hates the fact that the doctor regenirates. I don't know what to think of the new one, but I'm quite positive. Though nothing can compare to David and his companions. It's like we watched them die a little. We know they'll live on, but there's a good chance we'll never see them again. Bye Rose, Jack, Wilfred & Donna. You were bloody marvelous. And goodbye, David Tennant. You're one of a kind. Truly.

2010

2009-12-31T11:47:00.000-08:00

Margrethe Ø.G.s ekstreme ubesluttsomhet og dårlige samvittighet forårsaket at hun ble hjemme på nyttårsaften, noe som egentlig er ganske koselig. Her blir det brettspill, sjampagne og groupielitteratur fra 70-tallet. Det eneste som er kjipt er at jeg faktisk ser ganske bra ut nå, om jeg får si det selv. Jaja, det kommer nye muligheter. Det kommer et nytt år. Yeay! Da lover jeg å:
- flytte fra Bærum og dette kalde landet.
- få meg en jobb og utnytte mitt talent som arbeider. Jeg kan faktisk skryte på meg at jeg er meget god til å jobbe.
- bli 20 og feire det på en real måte.
- komme i bedre form.
- utvikle meg selv på alle plan.
- utforske min romantiske side så langt det går.
- reise og atter reise.
Jeg gleder meg ufattelig mye.

Godt nytt år!

Jul i alle skjul

2009-12-25T11:40:00.000-08:00

I love Christmas. I've spent three wonderful days with the people that I love. Today Phil came over and watched It Might Get Loud with me and my sister. Then Kristin and Amir visited and dined heavily with us on anHellstrøm meal. Mari, I miss u. Currently watching the best Norwegian movie ever made - Flåklypa Grand Prix. Sorry, Aune. Anydays, I'm starting a new project. Check it out. It'll be grand.
Keep comin' up X-mas.
I'll be getting back to my wine now.

Merry X-mas, ya'll

2009-12-23T06:11:00.000-08:00

Happy ending backwards

2009-12-20T09:25:00.000-08:00

It Might Get Loud

2009-12-18T11:34:00.000-08:00

"It Might Get loud." See it. It refreshed me.

Jack, the Edge and Jimmy. I love music. I love passion. I love the love.

My rock and pop journey of exploration is still going strong and I'm learning loads every day. I'm constantly discovering music and I'm able to enjoy genres and styles I never have before. It's awesome.

Speaking of music and awesomeness:

xoxo Gaga

2009-12-16T13:02:00.001-08:00

Ra pa pam pam, ra pa pam pam
Ra pa pam pam, ra pa pam pam

Light me up put me on top, let's falalalalalalala
Light me up put me on top, let's falalalalalalala

The only place you wanna be is
Underneath my Christmas tree
The only place you wanna be is
Underneath my Christmas tree

Light me up put me on top, let's falalalalalalala
Light me up put me on top, let's falalalalalalala

Ho ho ho, under the mistletoe
Yes, everybody knows
We will take off our clothes
Yes, if you want us to we will

You, oh ,oh, a Christmas
My Christmas tree is delicious
Oh ,oh, a Christmas
My Christmas tree is delicious

Light you up, put you on top, let's falalalala
Light you up, put you on top, let's falalalala
Let's go

Ho ho ho, under the mistletoe
Yes everybody knows
We will take off our clothes
Yes, if you want us to we will

You, oh ,oh, a Christmas
My Christmas tree is delicious
Oh ,oh, a Christmas
My Christmas tree is delicious

Here, here, here
The best time of the year
Take off my stocking's we're
I'm spreading Christmas cheer
Yes, if you want us to we will

You, oh ,oh, a Christmas
My Christmas tree is delicious
Oh, oh, a Christmas
My Christmas tree is delicious

Space cowboy, Lady Gaga, Lady Gaga
And she goes
Space cowboy, Lady Gaga, Lady Gaga
Here we go

Cherry, cherry, boom, boom

Baba O'Riley

2009-12-15T08:38:00.000-08:00

Dear blog, yet again I am able to appreciate time off to the point of tears. If I can't remember anything positive about Rud when my time there is over, I'll at least have that. This week, with just one test and one presentation on the "to do"-list, has been pure bliss.
I've learned a lot, though. Especially about music. Who knew Maggie, the Stairway to Heaven disliker, would turn into a Zeppelin fan. I think it has a lot to do with guitarist Jimmy Page's painful hotness during the 70's. Drool.

I have the hair!

Aaaaanyway, here are some of the things I've learned lately:
- There's an entire Wiki-page all about Rasputin's penis.
- The Kraftwerk song "Pocket Calculator" is awesome.
- I've been walking around in a boot that has a huge, deep hole in the sole.
- Men should have the courage to wear leather pants.
- I'm related to Christian Krohg on my father's side.
- I like dancing the twist.
- The most awesome tv show of all time, Big Fat Quiz of the Year, will have Rod Brydon, David Mitchell, Jonathan Ross and Russell Brand as contestants this year. Woohooo!
- Drinking water out of a shot glass at school can make you feel mighty epic.

'nuff said

2009-12-14T08:40:00.000-08:00

My Way

2009-12-11T06:43:00.000-08:00

Ting jeg er superglad for akkurat nå:
- Det snart er jul.
- Min fantastiske søster fikk en vellfortjent sterk 6'er på biologieksamen.
- Jeg skal snart til frisør og fikse moppen på hodet mitt.
- Internettet mitt fungerer optimalt igjen.
- Aune Sand er med i den nye Fanthomasepisoden. http://www.vgtv.no/?id=27593
- Jeg er ferdig med alt som heter tentamen for i år.
- Regina Spektor var så søt.
- Jeg har lært utrolig mye om pop og rock i det siste. Jeg har falt helt for tidlig glamrock med David Bowie og T.Rex.
- Jeg har også oppdaget masse annen musikk i det siste.
- Jeg har en veldig koselig helg med masse fine sosiale sammenkomster i vente.
- Jeg er ganske så ferdig med religionsinnleveringen min.
- Jeg føler at hele Norge samler seg om en ting. Jeg liker det. Ok, så det er at Obama er her, men hva vi samler oss om spiller ikke så stor rolle. It's a whole togetherness thing. FRED eller no!
- Jeg kjøpte Inglorious Basterds på DVD i dag.
- Mari informerte meg om at det finnes en butikk som heter "Maggie Wonka".
- David Tennant skal snart være med på Never Mind the Buzzcocks.
- Det er svevende muligheter om at Phil og jeg kan få sett Amanda Palmer live neste år.

ps: Siv, se!

pps: Paul Anka skrev faen meg ikke "My Way"!!! (I hvert fall ikke melodien...)

Boxes of tangerines

2009-12-11T06:23:00.000-08:00

Back to bloggin'. I haven't had time or good enough net connection to do it, but today I finished this year's last exam so I'm a little bit freer. I'm also ten times more happy. Last night I skipped practicing to go see Regina Spektor live at Rockefeller. She was more adorable than I could've imagined. Sondre Lerche joined her on stage for a great duet and she ended her concert saying "mange motherfuckin' takk". L.O.V.E. This is a clip from another concert that she did, but she was exactly as cute and talented doing these routines in Oslo last night.

Thank you, Britain,

2009-12-07T09:20:00.000-08:00

for Bill Bailey, who always helps me with my music history.

for Dylan Moran, who teaches me how to "improve" myself.

for the Boat that Rocked and Midnight Mark.

How about it, then?

2009-12-05T15:25:00.000-08:00

Yeah, I did perform with/behind (hehe) Aleksander Rybak. It was fun, being on stage. The practice part was total hate, though, and he was very gross. But hey? Now I have something fun to tell my grandchildren. I still try my best not to ruin the autograph he gave me on my arm. I also got a rose. As did everyone in the choir. That, on the other hand, is on Emilie's dinner table. Fuck.

I had a nice time with her the other night. First we hung out in her apartment with Karina and Thea. Then Emilie, Thea and I went to a truly terrible party where I got to see the worst of Oslo teens in action. The three of us, plus Peter, hung out in the kitchen the entire time. That is, until Peter got seriously robbed and us three girls went to a "rave" *cough* for about twenty minuets. Then Emilie and I went to her place and watched Avatar till I fell asleep.

Today mum, Carro and I shopped for x-mas presents like only we can. Of course, Carro fell in love with the Sonia Rykiel collection and ended up spending 3000 kr on it. She did, however, look so stunning in the black gown that I almost cried. Man, I have one beautiful sister. I also bought some clothes that I hope will bring me closer to the 90's and Mariah Carey's "Honey" video. It has affected my taste in a weird way... The things you obsorb as a child...

Mariah Carey - Honey
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L.O.L.

Long live the 90's. Long live David Bowie, Jimmy Page and Prince.

My name is Prince and I am funky
My name is Prince the one and only
I did not come 2 funk around
'Tll I get your daughter I won't leave this town
In the beginning God made the sea
But on the 7th day he made me
He was tryin' to rest y'all when He heard the sound
Sound like a guitar cold gettin' down
I tried to bust a high note, but I bust a string
My God was worried 'til he heard me sing

My name is Prince and I am funky
When it come to funk I am a junky
I know from righteous I know from sin
I got 2 sides and they both friends
Don't try 2 clock 'em, they're much too fast
If u try to stop 'em they kick that ass
Without a pistol, without a gun
When u hear my music you'll be havin' fun
That's when I gottcha that's when u mine
To tell the truth, tell me what's my line?

Check it!

2009-12-04T08:48:00.000-08:00

ALEKSANDER RYBAK WROTE ON MY ARM! OMG!!!!!!!!

Nothin' but lurve

2009-12-02T13:09:00.000-08:00

1. Jeg er totally ferdig med norsk særemne for evig og alltid. <3
2. I morgen skal Kristine og jeg cruize byen heftig. Det blir kult. Tar muligens piercing.
3. Desember er helt fantastisk. Det er mennesker som utstråler varme også.
4. Margrethe became a fan of her Pop & Rock encyclopedia. Natta!

Playlist:
Love of my life - Queen
Pearl necklace - the Sap
Try sleeping with a broken heart - Alicia Keys
As the world falls down - David Bowie
Crying lightning - Arctic Monkeys
Lesson Learned - Alicia Keys feat. John Mayers
Six different ways - the Cure
Million dollar bill - Whitney Houston
Suspicious minds - Elvis
Whataya want from me - Adam Lambert
Empire state of mind - Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys
Children of the revolution - T.Rex
Dazed and confused - Led Zeppelin

Procrastination

2009-11-30T11:17:00.000-08:00

Currently workin' my ass off. Took a break because I cannot see what I'm writing any longer. And what do I do? I write here instead... I think this "remne" is making me braindead as well.
Currently listening to cousin Ole's life crisis band, "the Sap". He plays lead guitar and does back up vocals. He wrote this song called "Pearl Necklace". Yes, he is the guy in the final pictures pretending to get a blow job from his gay bestfriend, who is dressed as a woman. And one wonder why I turned out this way...

I love the way you can make me dance from miles away

2009-11-28T12:38:00.000-08:00

Yes, Kristine, you're right. It is time to blog again. I haven't in a very long time, due to særemne and shite, but I decided to spend today doing everything but that. So here I am, bloggin'. Yesterday my sister and I slept over at my cousin, Ole's and his wife Ellen's place at Tøyen. We were accompanied by my other cousin, Ole's brother, Øyvind and their friend, Vidar. We had a fucking blast. They're all such amazing people and they make me proud to be a Guldvog, despite all the shite. We danced, we drank six bottles of red wine, we ate thai and cheeses, we sang, we cried, we laughed, we loved and we listened to endless amounts of music. The great hit of the night was Alicia Keys's new song "Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart", which is one Hell of a good pop song. Just going through it in my head makes we want to break into song and dance.

I hope to one day have a life close to Ole and Ellen's - one filled with such joy, creativity, open mindedness and über-gays.

I spent today helping Ted get ready for Thanksgiving and then I went with Julie Å., Ida and Maren to see Twilight - the New Moon. Man, oh man, Twilight. Let me just state my opinion here and how. The first movie was the biggest crap I have ever seen. It almost passed the "it sucks so much it's funny" level, moving on to pure pain. I mean, there's no composition in it, nothing's believable, there's no romance in it and none of the characters are any good. This new movie was better. Meaning: funnier. I laughed a lot, shook my fist at the screen and just... fell more in love with the world and how completely ridiculous it is. Love love love love love.

Other things I love (these days):

- Adam Lambert, my American Idol fave, and the way the entire world is noticing him now. Not just America (cause you're not the fucking world).

Can't have you from The Adam Lambert Show on Vimeo.

- Tea and more tea.
- Tangerines.
- Hot Rod quotes. "I used to be legit. I was too legit. I was too legit to quit. but now I'm not legit. I'm unlegit. And for that reason, I must quit. "
- Seeing my hard work pay off.
- The fact that Siv is getting the same keyboard as Amanda Palmer for our concert.
- De syv dødssyndene.
- Twitter.
- Slang.

Speechless

2009-11-23T05:05:00.000-08:00

Just because I'm a fan and because I'm celebrating the release of her new album "the Fame Monster" today. I'm very proud of that little latex wearing hustlah from New York, who delivered this great performance yesterday, in honour of her sick father.

I'll never talk again
Oh friend, you've left me speechless, so speechless

After all the boys and girls that we've been through
would you give it all up if I promise, boy, to you
That I'll never talk again
And I'll never love again
I'll never write a song
Won't even sing along
I'll never love again

Will you never talk again
Oh boy, you've left me speechless
You left me speechless, so speechless

Why you so speechless?

Captivated

2009-11-21T10:52:00.000-08:00

It's been a very nice and relaxing day, wearing off the tiredness of having watched Lion King and my first full Bond movie till two in the morning with a big Rud gang. I took a little trip to Manillusion today, though. I fell in love with a PVC skirt. Then I went to Arkaden and bought a fake leather dress. I love how I can pull a lot of riskey things off. After that I went home and ended up in the couch watching three spectacular episodes of Dexter (no, not Dexter's Lab.). I'm sorry, but no one will ever be as awesome as him. Quote of the day:
Miguel: You think this is funny?
Dexter: Not at all. They said that stain would come out.
I'm also slightly crushing over Quinn...

Anyway, Emilie called and we had one of those extremely enlightening girl talks about love that lasted over an hour. We both need to get away, we both need detox and we're each other's procrastination tools. The good thing is that we're both aware that we deserve a million times better and that the David's and Julian's must definetly exist. And thanks to Little Timmy, my faith in myself and my future has been restored to the max. I mean, if I can pull off leather and Bærum jewellery, I can do anything.

I love the way you
Make me dance from miles away
When I'm with you I am so sedated
I'm captivated by you

Cursewords that should be penetrated into our daily vocabularies:
- Dildo (ex: Shut up, you dildo.)
- Lipgloss (ex: Fuck you, lipgloss.)

Countdown to December

2009-11-18T12:50:00.000-08:00

Black satin is what I wore
That, and our hearts left on the floor
How was I in that marshmallow snow
To know my life would change that night

Shower the world
Shower the world
Shower the world with pink if you please

Rah Rah

2009-11-18T03:20:00.000-08:00

That boy is a monster
He ate my heart

I dag har jeg...

2009-11-17T09:00:00.000-08:00

... fått to lap dancer av Millie.
... fått vite at Rud sitt pikekor skal synge back up for Alexander Rybak om to uker.
... fått vite av søsteren min at hun har fått diagnosen "Helvetes ild" av legen sin, som er en sykdom kun eldre får fordi de er så slitne. Carro, derimot, jobber så hardt at hun har klart å utvikle disse schtøgge og vonde kulene under huden sin i en alder av 23.
... fått kanelbolle.
... gått hjem og sovet.
... blitt avbrutt under søvndyssingen av en bølge av skriveinspirasjon som fikk meg til å produsere noe av det beste jeg har skrevet.
... sett ferdig "Water of Mars" og blitt ekstra glad i David Tennant og Doctor Who.
... fått matlysten tilbake.
... nytt å synge.
... sett på en del mine venner opptre. De er meget flinke, så det så.
... begynt å drømme om en ny Londontur.

ps: jeg trenger mer ny musikk. Har du noe å anbefale, kjære leser?

Hommage à mes ami

2009-11-16T05:46:00.000-08:00

This is a hommage to my friends, that FYI are some of the best in the world. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for making this day one of the best days I can remember having in forever. You pull me up a hill (literally), skip class for me, make me laugh, send me messages that I swear were made by saints, offer me chocolate, make me an outstanding Mexican meal, hold me while I pour my heart out, force me to drink tea and embrace me for what I am. I love you with all of my heart and if I ever forget that then I deserve to crawl in a big pile of donkey shit and live there till I die.

Ice cream

2009-11-14T02:33:00.000-08:00

It's been a hectic two days with very little food and sleep (apart from the bingefest I went on last night). Here are some of the things I've done:

Thursday:
- Went to school and pretended to do work
- Dropped a pai on the floor, which got Phil's affections blossoming
- Went shoe shopping with Millie where she bought some grade A fuckable shoes that made us have to have a sex cigarette
- Found everything I had lost previously that week due to serious mind losing
- Got photographed by Karina, who is freakin' talented and awesome
- Got joined by Emilie
- Got picked at by teachers for the first time this year for being, again, gone

Friday:
- Went to school and actually did some work
- Went to Emilie's to eat ice cream, watch Shopoholic, confirm our hate of men, sing love songs ate the top of our hearts and chat
- Then we went out at 12 to meet Kristine
- Then we went to Sara's where we met Håkon, Sven and Jon
- Then Kristine came back to my place and we chatted for two more hours until I finally fell asleep

Okay, in Mari standars this is not very hectic, but I am super sensitive and I have a lot more plans before this weekend is over. And on Monday I will see Dollface again. Can't wait ^^

ps: Kristine and I are currently watching Sex & the City the movie.

Rainbow Connections

2009-11-12T23:25:00.001-08:00

I keep going back to this song. This beautiful, sweet, perfect song. Sorry for posting it for like the millionthed time...

Why are there so many,
Songs about rainbows,
And what's on the other side.

Rainbows are visions,
But only illusions,
Rainbows have nothing to hide.

What's..
(Spoken: D'you guys know this part?)
What's so amazing,
That it keeps us star gazing,
And what do they think we might see.

Oh, someday we'll find it,
The Rainbow Connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

Have you been half asleep,
And have you heard the voices,
Well, I've heard them calling my name.

Is this the sweet sound,
That calls the young sailors,
Their voice might be one and the same.

I've.. heard it too many, many, many times to ignore it,
And I think it might be.. oh..

Someday we'll find it,
The Rainbow Connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

Baby, you're sick

2009-11-10T09:33:00.001-08:00

People who have doubted Lady Gaga's talent and importance in the commercial music industry can officially go fuck themselves.