People can't smell blood

HOW STUPID CAN A HUMAN BEING POSSIBLY GET? Oh lord. I can't deny it, sometimes, I AM A DUMBASS.

Today I was with Samantha from my class all day. We went shopping underwear and went for a snack (when we were really supposed to work, lol). We sat talking, we ran into a subject about that boy I've been all about in the beginning of this week. I was determined not to tell anyone about him, because I am over that whole crush thing now. So then I didn't think it would be a big deal to tell her about saturday, and I did. What I wasn't thinking about at that moment is that Samantha's best friend is in the same class as the boy. Ingrid or something. And I've heard that she has a big mouth. So if Samantha tells her about it, I AM SCREWED. I might as well shit in my pants! I kind of already have. Why did I tell her about him? NOTHING EVEN HAPPENED. God. I hate myself for doing this. And now I probably don't even have a shot in the ocean. Ahh, can someone PLEASE shoot my head off? please...

On the other side, I am so happy for my friend Gina. She has found a guy she likes, that likes her back. They are seeing eachother today, and I'm so exited for her. If this works out, she'll probably have her first love. I don't know Halvor that well, but I think he'll be great for Gina. And if someone deserves a good relationship, it's her. She's so sweet, and deserves nothing but the best. I wish I'd find someone like she has, but now I'm starting to think it'll never happen. What is wrong with me? Gina and I both met boys last saturday. And still she's the only one winning. I guess I'll just have to think that it's not about me, it's about that boy. But I can't get my head around to think that.

Tonight we're going to Kristines birthday party, and I'm looking forward to it, for real. Hope she likes her present, but I'm kind of sure she will. It's beautiful, I would have loved it. Oh bugger! I just remembered I have to make her a card. So uhm. I guess I'll have to stop writing now. Probably for the best anyway...

Your wish, my command

Sorry for the crazy bitch who blogged the last couple of times. Don't know who that was. I am feeling better now though, I'm back to being myself! Heyheyheey. Not bad. Not bad at all.

So today is OD, operation daysverke that it's so weirdly called in English... I just got out of bed, actually. Well, I just bounced up to get my mac and then went back to bed, not sure if that counts. At least I'm awake, eh? My sister is upstairs, and I'm about to take a shower. The reason I mentioned my sister is that I have to take care of her today, you know. Babysit. She's going with me and a couple of friends to town, and I'm sure we'll have a wonderful day!

All though. I still have that weird feeling in me. It seriously freaks me out. What is going to happen? Will someone die? That is my fear. And I know now that it's not because of that boy I was telling you about, 'cause I've gotten back to my sences now (thank God), and I still walk around with my guts in my throat. All I hope for is to not get sick before saturday, and that we'll get in to the halloweenparty I would literally die to get in to. I seriously pray to God. GOOOD, will you please let us in to the party? Promise I'll behave. Promisepromisepromise. You're my man (if we get in). Lol. AMEN!

I followed your scent

Everything is absurd to me at the moment. It feels like I'm living in a dream. I walk around with this weird feeling in my stomach. Like something is going to happen. And the weird thing is that my best friends have the same feeling! All though, I don't think they have that extra little butterfly that I do. As you know, I have a teeny tiny what I suppose you could call a crush. Or whatever, I don't know what it is.

Even though I said to myself that on this blog I could post anything I wanted, everything in my personal life. Now that something has actually happened in my life (wow), I just feel like even that is too personal. And believe me, Eline, it is not because of my one and only follower, 'cause you know I tell you about my life. It's just that I get this embarrasing feeling whenever I post something personal. Take the last post as an example. How much more personal could I be? Okay, probably a little more. But still, I don't like the though.

SO, I've decided not to write so much about this boy. Nothing will probably happen, and I'll just sit here with my hopes up for no use.

NOW I am going to bed to read Twilight.

You're not supposed to be the one crying, Bella...

Okay. I don't know where to start. Yesterday, was the BEST night I think I've ever had. Seriously. So me and some of my best friends were having something we call "Tertitten", we watch a norwegian tv show, better humor doesn't exist. Except on Friends. But that's really not relevant right now, hah. SO anyways, Eline had talked to some of her guyfriends from school and they wanted to come. And since I am a loner who haven't had a boyfriend for ages, I though ALRIGHT! And don't forget, I heart boys. I would commit suicide without them, so thank you God. You're the man.

Soooo, the night started with my favourite girls, taking a couple of tequila shots. And then the boys came. We ordered a pizza and took some bears while we watched the show. Fucking hillarious. After a while, I had learned to have a good time. We danced, sang while Halvor and Anders were playing the guitar and just talked.

And as we sat there, one of the boys suddenly took his hand around me. I have always had a dream of falling asleep at one boys chest, and guess what? Well, my dream came true. I don't know how long I was just laying on his chest, but I loved every second of it. I remember he was going to the bathroom or something, and it was pain, haha! But he came back. Holding my hands, holding me tight, just letting me sleep. That feeling is undescribable, I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world. His arms just made me feel so safe, and his heartbeats going fast was so sweet.

And today, I got back to the real world. And it sucks. I just want to get back to yesterday. And I just feel sad in my heart, because I know what will happen. What always happens. I always screw things up. There is nothing in the world I want more than a boyfriend, and I bet I'll screw this one up to. I just know it. Today I haven't been thinking about anything else, you can probably call me addicted. That is NOT good. I fall in love like that, and I always put my whole heart in to it. That just leaves me heartbroken once again. I think I give too much of myself, and become addicted.

And another thing, I really don't deserve this guy anyway. He must be the sweetest boy I have ever met, seriously. There is not a flinch of evil in that boy. I mean, what have I done to deserve something like that? NOTHING! He's just perfect, and I'm just not. That's just the way it is. Though, I wish it wasn't. I wish he would feel the same way I do, I wish I could just see him again. And I wish I could stop thinking about him. I wish I'd kissed him. I wish I'll stop wishing. I know none of it will come true anyway.

I totally lost my point there in all the wishing. I'm like on my way to cry or something. Such a weird feeling, I just feel so fucking sad. I'm realizing now that I've got to stop all of this. I don't even know if that boy likes me. One thing I forgot to say is that I really look up to him, too. He lost his father for like a month ago, and he's just so strong throughout it all. Thinking about it, I just want to wrap my arms around him and give him a big hug. And I don't even know the guy. What's wrong with me? Why do I always fall in love before I have even got the chance to get to know them? I just hope that I'll get another chance to meet him, and get to know him more. Because I would really love it if this would turn out to something more. I really can't describe the feeling I have when I'm with him. But knowing myself, I'll probably just end up with my heart broken again....

My sweet, sweet sweetheart Eline is going to talk to him tomorrow. She's the best, I love her. Even though I am crossing my fingers and every other body part I own, I just don't have a good feeling. He'll probably just say he was drunk, and doesn't even remember me.

I'll show you how I travel in the forest

Today I realized I have become what I always promised myself not to become. Yes. It's true. I have stopped watching Friends at least once week. There. I dropped the bomb. And I know. I am a sucky, sucky person.

Don't get me wrong, it's not because I don't like it anymore, because I DO! It's just that it never have that "Hey, lets watch Friends" thought anymore. And let me tell you, it hurts! I waaant to watch Friends as much as I used to. I miss those Friends nights I used to have, and when my brother and I would stay up all night playing the same thing over and over just because one of them had a KILLER comment. And yeah, I know what you're thinking, "if you want to so much, why don't you just do it?" It's not that. I am watching Friends right now. But I used to watch it ALL THE TIME, and now I'm just not addicted anymore. But I want to be. You know what I mean? Haha. I just sound like a retard. Forget it.

Is there anyone else out there other than me that feels like Friends is slipping away? That it's getting old. I don't want it to!

And oh my effin god, it is SO hard to pick a favourite episode, or character. It is I TO THE M TO THE P TO THE OSSIBLE! I won't even try.

BUT, I do have some quotes I love;

Ross: I would date her but there is a big age difference.
Joey: Well think about it when you're 90...
Ross: I know, she'll be 80 and it won't be such a big difference.
Joey: No. What I was gonna say is when you're 90 you'll still have the memory of what it was like to be with a 20-year-old.

Phoebe: [Right after playing a song in the coffee shop ] If you want to receive e-mails about my upcoming shows, then please give me money so I can buy a computer.

Chandler: You have to stop the Q-Tip when there's resistance.

Ross: What are you doing?
Chandler: Making chocolate milk. You want some?
Ross: No thanks, I'm 29.

Joey: [Joey, Phoebe, Chandler and Monica are in Chapel in Vegas after Rachel and Ross got married] Well, what happened, did we miss it?
Chandler: Well, we actually missed it.
Phoebe: [with clenched teeth] Well, maybe you wouldn't have if you could run in the chapel!

Ross: I figured after work, I'd pick up a bottle of wine, go over there, and try to... woo her.
Chandler: Hey, you know what you should do? Take her back to the 1800's when that phrase was last used.

Ross: What are you doing tonight?
Chandler: Why, do you have a lecture?
Ross: No.
Chandler: Free as a bird, what's up?

Chandler: I can handle this. "Handle" is my middle name. Actually, "handle" is the middle of my first name.

Phoebe: Pheobe. That's, P, as in Phoebe, H, as in heobe, O as in oebe, E, as in ebe, B, as in bebe, and E as in... Ello there mate.

Ross: [holding a bottle of champagne] Gunther, six glasses!
Gunther: [hopeful] Six? You want me to join you?
Ross: Oh, I thought Joey was here. Five will be fine.
[Gunther walks away disappointed]
Ross: Boy I'm gonna get spit in my coffee, now.

Joey: [during Ross's speech, Joey laughs every time he hears 'homo erectus'] Ha, Ha, he said 'erectus'.
[notices Rachel is also laughing]
Joey: Erectus?
Rachel: [stifling laugh] No, 'homo'.

Chandler: You can't come in.
Monica: Why not?
Chandler: Because, uh, Ross is naked.
Ross: What?
Chandler: Well, I couldn't tell her *I* was naked. She's allowed to see me naked.
Ross: Why does *anyone* have to be naked?

Phoebe: No, huh uh, no way, I'm sorry, not gonna happen.
Chandler: Whoa, whoa, prom night flashback.

[Joey and Chandler apartment has been robbed]
Joey: Aw, man. He took the five of spades.
[looks through deck]
Joey: No, here it is.

[Joey has packed an emergency kit with food, Mad-Libs and condoms]
Chandler: Condoms?
Joey: We don't know how long we're gonna be stuck here. We might have to repopulate the world.
Chandler: And condoms are the way to do that?

Joey: What? You made a bet. A bet is a bet. You bet on a bet, and if you lose you lose the bet.

Ross: So, uh, what did the insurance company say?
Chandler: Oh, they said uh, "You don't have insurance here so stop calling us."

Monica: Okay, I've got a leg, three breasts, and a wing.
Chandler: How do you find clothes that fit?

Ross: You know, you probably didn't know this, but back in high school, I had a major crush on you.
Rachel: I knew.
Ross: You did. Oh... I always figured you just thought I was Monica's geeky older brother.
Rachel: I did.

Susie: How come all I can think about is putting that ice in my mouth and licking you all over?
Chandler: Because I went to an all-boys high school and God is making up for it.

Rachel: Cool. "Urkel" in Spanish is "Urkel."

Joey: Pheebs, you wanna help?
Phoebe: Oh, I wish I could, but I really don't want to.

Rachel: See? Unisex.
Joey: Maybe *you* need sex. I just had it a few days ago.
Rachel: No, Joey, U-N-I-sex.
Joey: I wouldn't say no to that.

[When asked if he knows anything about chicks]
Chandler: Fowl? No. Women?... No.

Chandler: I got her machine.
Joey: Her answering machine?
Chandler: No. Interestingly enough, her leaf blower picked up.

[to Ross]
Chandler: You know if your not careful, you could not get married at all this year.

Monica: Why must your family be Scottish?
Chandler: Why must your family be *Ross*?

Monica: You broke a little girl's leg?
Ross: I know. I feel horrible. Okay.
Chandler: [reading the paper] Says here that a Muppet got whacked on Sesame Street last night.
[to Ross]
Chandler: Where exactly were you around ten-ish?

[Ross defends his fast eating habits to Rachel]
Ross: I grew up in a house with Monica, okay. If you didn't eat fast, you didn't eat.

[Phoebe, Chandler, Joey, and Monica are trapped in Monica's bedroom]
Joey: I'm hungry.
Phoebe: We could eat the wax. It's organic.
Chandler: Oh great, food with hair on it.
Phoebe: No, not the used wax.
Chandler: Because THAT would be crazy.

[Rachel is upset about something]
Phoebe: Aww Pheebs.
Rachel: Honey, that's your name.
Phoebe: Oh, Pheebs is short for Phoebe I thought that's just what we called each other.

Rachel: Joey, you can't steal an award.
Joey: I'm not stealing it. I'm accepting it on her behalf.
Rachel: You don't even know what behalf means.
Joey: I know what it means. It's a verb. As in, I behalfing it.

Monica: Now come on, Chandler, the Miami Vice soundtrack? Really?
Chandler: They were just giving it away at the mall...
[Monica stares]
Chandler: ...in exchange for money.

Ross: I mean, last year Elizabeth now-now this kid. What-what-what-what is it? Am I giving out some kind of... sexy professor vibe?
Rachel: Not right now.

Chandler: My dad slept with Mr. Gribaldi.
Monica: Who's Mr. Gribaldi?
Chandler: DOES IT MATTER?

Chandler: What? What? What is it? That she left you? That she likes women? That she left you for another woman that likes women?
Ross: A little louder, okay? I think there's a man on the twelfth floor - in a COMA - who didn't hear you.

Ross: Did you see the kid on that nose?

Rachel: Ok, Joey, we'll do it one more time. Don't forget the rules -heads I win, tails you lose.
Joey: Just flip the coin!

sleep my only love

Oh my God. I had the best day ever yesterday! Friday october 16. Seriously. And I don`t really know why, that`s the weird thing.

So the day started out like any other day, and I took the bus to something called Drammens Tidende, a newspaper. I am placed there every friday this schoolyear. Anyways, Samantha and I was told that we were supposed to join a journalist and his photographer for an interview. We went to visit the son of Anne Kath Vestly, a very nice man. Missing one arm, though. I would write haha, but I`ve been told not to laugh at people with missing bodyparts. When we were finished, the photographer offered Samantha and me to come with him to his next job. Samantha turned him down, since she had to get to work a little earlier than she was supposed to. He asked me if I still wanted to go, and did I? Hell yes.

And so I made a new friend! Weee! He totally made my day. It was only him and me in the car, and it wasn`t a short drive, so we just talked and suddenly we were there. But OH MY GOD, that man has experienced a lot! You want to know a little about him? He is 42 years old, unhumanly funny, and bold haha. When he was 18 he moved out of his parents house and went to live in a tent. Yes, I know. A tent, lol. And there he lived for almost six months I think. It takes some nerve to just do something like that. He told me that he used to believe in finding the one you can spend the rest of your life with. Used to, as in don`t anymore. He has had a uncountable number of girlfriends, and two sons. He told me to make a move on the 17 year old one, haha. He said I should just add him on facebook. So my new friend told me a lot of stories. Since I`m in such a good roll here, I can tell a couple of them. Just be warned, I am not a good storyteller, and I sure as hell won`t tell them the way he did. Anyway, he told me that one day he and his buddies had looked over something that the Rolling Stones Magazine had written about a club in Russia or something. So they just decided to go there. But no taxies would take them there, and they didn`t understand why. Eventually they got there, but they weren`t allowed in before ten. It was open for ladies at eight, so when the males came they would be good and drunk, haha. And so he had a blast that night, he says it was one of the best nights ever. But things got a little out of hand, the girls were stripping in front of him and all, and if they wouldn`t have left some more might have happened, haha. But he didn`t want that. There were some "mafias" there also, and his friend was positive on the fact they he was being followed, and that they were going to get robbed. That was also a reason they decided to leave ofcource. But since no taxies would drive them, his friend did get robbed. Passport, wallet, creditcard, everything. Then they realized why no taxi would take them. They were tourists, and this tended to happen. You know what they did? They got on a horse and slay, hah.

Uhm. I just realized how much and uninterresting things I`ve just written, so I think I`ll just leave it at that. Let me just say that my new friend has inspired me so much, to just live my life and do things I never thought I`d do. He has experienced so much, and been to almost every country in the world. He has watched people blow up in the air and fly over 30 meters, and still make it. He has had people die in his hands. He just went for a drive one day and ended up finding a girl he fell in love with. And he made such an influence on me yesterday, and my mood and will to live is at top now! Don`t you just love when you love to love life? Ahh.

I kind of have to go now, Malin and I are getting ready for a birthdayparty. She hasn`t even finished showering yet, so I wonder how we`ll make it, though. Buuut, we always do. Haha. Tomorrow is my first day at my new "job", selling newpapers. Yay, lol. I get to do it with one of the worlds greatest friends, so I`m actually looking forward to it.

Thank god for this blog, it feels SO good to just write about things!

All the time, all I could think was "not her"

It might come as a shock to you all that I am currently thinking about Edward Cullen.

Hah. Funny me. And what the hell was I thinking when I said "you all"? I have 1 follower. But I love her. So I don't need anyone else! HAH! :-D

Don't really know what to say, though. Tomorrow we're writing an analysis for a movie, and we'll be doing it ALL day. To top it all, gym is the only thing we'll be doing besides writing. Waaaay. Don't get me wrong, cause I LOVE to write, but I do a much better job when I can write free, you know?

I'm kind of a big mess today. Got a headache and all. And frankly, I'm too tired to correct all the things that I probably spelled wrong. Actually, I never do that, when I think about it. Oh well. Good night goodfolks ;-)

You think I regret saving your life?

I LOVE little sayings and stuff! So this post will be about little, beautiful sayings, like the one in the last post. yeeeeeeeah man! Now I can just put cute writings in here whenever I want. ja mann.

Just because I like to stay in every now and then, doesn't make me anti-social, you alcoholic slut.

You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of you wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

You may not be her first, her last or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect- you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together. But if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold on to her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break- her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not here.

It's never too late to be who you might have been.

I felt like destroying something beautiful.

If you weren't real I would make you up.

Everybody want happiness, nobody want pain. But you can't see the rainbow without a little rain.

I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he once might convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others- the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you're sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again at the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by midnightafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I already am, I always was, and I still have time to be.

Your heart felt good.

If not now, then when?

How can the silence be so loud?

Be yourself- everyone else is taken

I love everything you hate about yourself.

The one that got away.

He never returns.

Life is a song, love is the lyrics.

Sometimes when I'm alone I use Comic Sans.

An English professor wrote the words
"A woman without her man is nothing"
on the chalkboard and asked his students to puncuate it correctly.
All of the males in the class wrote:
"A woman, without her man, is nothing"
All the females in the class wrote:
"A woman: without her, man is nothing"
Punctation is powerful!

The louder the music, the bigger the heartbreak.

Lets eat, Grandpa.
Lets eat Grandpa!
(Commas... They save lives!)

Never miss a chance to dance

Maybe tomorrow

Nothing is impossible. The word itself says I'm possible.

Stupidity should be painful.

I saved your life- I don't owe you anything

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberate others.

- Maryanne Williamson

No blood, no foul

I love this blog! I used to do this in norwegian, except I wrote about my life then, and I had to write all the time to keep my readers and bla bla bla... This is soo much better! I can write whenever I want, and I can be anynomous so no one really knows who I am, and that opens the door for writing whatever I want. I don't know why I didn't think of this before. Eline, my saviour, told me that she had started it and it was just such a good idea. Thank you, babe!

So today is my friend's birthday, she's finally turning seventeen. Happy birthay, love!<3
I gotta feeling... That tonight's gonna be a good night!

Yesterday, Kristine and I went to Tusenfryd, it's like an amusementpark, only I wish it was more like Disneyworld or something. Not that I've ever been there... Anyways, I really wanted to go because the very attractive sockerplayers from Vålerenga was going to be there. So we got a t-shirt signed for Malin, and I fell in love with like fourteen different guys. All though they are not Edward, they're more than good enough ;-D

Be very still

Uhm.. Yeah... So I'm kind of lost in Twilight world again. You can't blame me! Blame it on... Well, Twilight. It's not my fault Stephanie Meyer has a gift for hypnotizing girls like me, satisfying our every wish for perfection in a boy. Edward Cullen. Jacob Black. Now that's perfection. Can't argue with that. They kind of fill eachother out in a way. They're both perfect, but toghether they would be... It really doesn't exist a word to describe what that would be.

Every time I look up from one of the books and look around. I can't help a little flinch of disapointment run through me. Even though I can't complain or anything, because I have a great life and all that and bla bla bla, every single time I look up from the book I seriously feel like I live in a dump. I know it's a bad thing to say, but especially looking at all the boys around me, I realize there isn't much hope. Haha. But I wont give up waiting for my prince charming, secretly hoping for an Edward Cullen. I would literally kill to take Bellas place.

I watched the Twilight movie yesterday, with my beloved friends, and oh my God. Robert Pattinson. Edward Cullen. Amazeballs. Even though I seriously think I would have made a better movie because this one kind of sucks from time to time, I can't help but love it. I mean... It's twilight. I wonder if I'll ever get tired of that word, twilight, but I really doubt it.

HOLY MAMA, can someone please stop me? I'm sitting here gabbing on about nothing. (Nothing- hah. Try my life). Anywaysssss, I'm sensing I should probably stop. Yeah, I'll just go to my room and read a little... Twilight? Uhm. I guess we all know the answer to that. HELL YES! See ya.

(Yes. I am a freak. And I love it)