For once I'm lost for words...

Why'd you have to be so cute?

It's impossible to ignore you.

You know that I could use somebody;

Someone like you;

And all you know;

And how you speak.

It started out with a kiss

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss.

It was only a kiss...

December 1, 2009

This is my view, and what it looked like when I woke up on Tuesday (and still does!). It's not much, but it's white and it's more than I'm used to, so there's no complaining here!

Exams, you say?

I'll deal with that tomorrow. This weekend it's been all about this:

Some of this:

And more of this:

HEIA NORGE!

it's a kind of magic

weekend.

red wine.

show-people.

rave. light sticks.

love on the street corner.

productivity.

You kiss me

- you talk to me.

New rule.

Hello, it's me.

It's been a while. Quite some time actually. I hope you are doing alright. From the pictures it looks like you are. I always knew you would follow your dreams. You were always the dreaming kind. The big dreamer, with the world at your feet. You've made it so far, and it's only gonna get better, I know.

I am doing good too. Finally found a path and I am anxious to see where it leads, I look forward to every new day now. Change is good. It may hurt, but it is healthy. I am happy.

I hope someday we can be us again.

Intermission

Caution, the floor's wet in here; been crying.

I don't know why he seems convinced; I'm lying.

I don't know what he's capable of doing

But he's hurting me.

Please love me.

Please need me.

Power said to the world, "You are mine."

The world kept it prisoner on her throne.

Love said to the world, "I am thine."

The world gave it the freedom of her house.

Mannen som har skjønt det.

Kjære Tonje

GRATULERER!

Bella Norvegia!

Why do you build me up

buttercup, baby

just to let me down?

En helt vanlig dag på skolen.

...

I never give you my pillow, I only send you my invitations.




But in the middle of the celebrations, I break down...

"Henry, who's your favorite Beatle?"

  "John. Of course."

  "Why 'of course'?"

  "Well, Ringo is okay but kind of a sad sack, you know? And George is a little too new Age for my taste."

  "What's 'New Age'?"

  "Oddball religions. Sappy boring music. Pathetic attempts to convince oneself of the superiority of anything connected with Indians. Non-Western medicine."

  "But you don't like regular medicine."

  "That's because doctors are always trying to tell me I'm crazy If I had a broken arm I would be a big fan of Western medicine."

  "What about Paul?"

  "Paul is for girls."

Clare smiles, shyly. "I like Paul best."

  "Well, you're a girl."

  "Why is Paul for girls?"

Tread carefully, I tell myself. "Uh, gee. Paul is, like, the Nice Beatle, you know?"

  "Is that bad?"

  "No, not at all. But guys are more interested in being cool, and John is the Cool Beatle."

  "Oh. But he's dead."

I laugh. "You can still be cool when you're dead. In fact, it's much easier, because you aren't getting old and fat and losing your hair.2

Clare hums the beginning of "When I'm 64." She moves her rook forward five spaces. I can checkmate her now, and I point this out to her and she hastily takes back the move.

  "So why do you like Paul?" I ask her. I look up in time to see her blushing fervently.

  "He's so...beautiful," Clare says. There's something about the way she says it that makes me feel strange. I study the board, and it occurs to me that Clare could checkmate me if she took my bishop with her knight. I wonder if I should tell her this. If she was a little younger, I would. Twelve is old enough to fend for yourself. Clare is staring dreamily at the board. It dawns on me that I am jealous. Jesus. I can't believe I'm feeling jealous of a multimillionaire rock star geezer old enough to be Clare's dad.

  "Hmpf," I say.

November 4th, 2008

Rosa sat so Martin could walk. Martin walked, so Obama could run. Obama is running so our children can fly.

Dearest Mango

It's not easy for me to admit my feelings for you. Being united in this little bottle I've come to know you better and appreciate all your hidden qualities - your fibre, your fleshiness, your Vitamin C and your gorgeous yellow colour. If you feel the same way for me, come and meet me at the bottom of the bottle tonight, when the bananas have gone to bed.

Tender kisses - your Passion fruit

Heaven help my heart.

This week's been busy but not on the same time. I'm enjoying every second either way :)

In my life, there are so many questions and answers

that somehow seem wrong...

We had Americans visiting, mighty fun people! Played some very interesting, very no-rules volleyball games, and we've played alot of badminton. And tonight I climbed, in a big wall. 'Twas scarier than expected but OH so exhilarating :D (Picture coming)

On my own, pretending he's beside me...

I have sung a LOT. As in getting physically exhausted from singing. But it's gone unexpectedly well, so I am content for now.

You are sunlight and I moon...

I am learning to play the guitar. I knew one chord, now I know three! G, D and A7. Yayme :)

A ha haya haya haya hay, we baba singela...

I am learning Spanish. Again. I've forgotten so much it's almost embarassing, so I guess it'll be good to get it back to the surface..?

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes...

I've been dancing this whole day (Friday), and it felt great to dance again. An hour and 15 minutes before lunch, and then an hour and a half after lunch. My muscles are so sore it's almost painful to even be alive. I don't even wanna think about how I'll feel tomorrow morning!

At the end of the day you're another day older...