March 20, 2007

A little about me. ( i just LOVE filling out these! :D)

33 things about me. xD


1. Can you cook? - Yeah, to some extent. I mean, not like fuckin Jamie Oliver or anything, but I've been told I make pretty decent food. (sounds extremely promising)

2. What was your dream growing up? - Becoming famous. I didn't really care how, just as long as people knew who I was. I grew out of it, thank God. Unlike others who still struggles with the whole famous thing.

3. What talent do you wish you had? - Photographic memory. It would make things so much easier.

4. Favorite place? - Candyshop riiiiiiiight over the border to Sweden. It's so cheap. I bought 2 kg candy there once. I puked the whole evening.

5. Favorite vegetable? It looks like broccoli, kind of. But it's white. And more solid. And better. (where's the dictionary when ya need it?)

6. What was the last book you read? - Roedhette (Little Red Riding Hood) by Unni Lindell.

7. What zodiac sign are you? - Taurus. Rawr. ( rawr? where the fuck did that come from? oO)

8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? - Nose and labret piercing, holes in my ears. No tattoos yet. But they will appear all over the place in time. I love tattoos.

9. Worst Habit? - I burp all the time. And I laugh an awful lot. Im selfish and selfcentered. And Im hyper aware of it all.

10. Would you meet someone from buzznet live? - And get raped in an alley? RIGHT. (kidding.)

11. What is your favorite sport? - BOXING! (im serious, it's so much fun to watch! hah!)

12. Negative or Optimistic attitude? - Negative. I cant help it. The glass is halfempty no matter which way i twist and turn it. In the end it ends up empty anyway, so what's the point really?

13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with someone? - Become a super hermit. xD "Soooo.. Nice weather, EH?" *awkward silence* *i plug in my mp3 player and ignores the other person*

14. Worst thing to ever happen to you? - Oooh. Not gonna write about that I think.

15. Tell me one weird fact about you: - When I get angry I often punch walls. And spend alot of time regretting said punching afterwards. It hurts like a bitch. Im serious. OO, another thing: When I was 10 i was in love with Simba from Lion King. I daydreamed about him coming to "save me" all the time.

16. Do have any pets? - Does my boyfriend count?

17. Do you know how to do the macerana? - *shifty* Yes.

18. What time is it where u are now? - 11:52 PM.

19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary? - scary as FUCK. You'd think one molested me when I was a kid (never happened) , cause I really hate clowns. They're so.. Scary. With crazy eyes and fake smiles. I had nightmares of clowns when I was younger.

20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be??? - Oh wow. There's so many things. I'd probably exchange my legs with some reeeeeally long and slender ones.

21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience? - Crime partner for sure! I am constantly living on the edge of the law (by that i mean that i download music illegally).

22. What color eyes do you have? - Blue, like a.. blue thing.

23. Ever been arrested? - Hah, no. 

24. Shoe size? - 6  1/2

25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it? I'd buy myself a camera, that's what. And I'd go to tons of concerts. And bleach my hair and get hair extensions. And tattoos.

26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew? - Liqourice!

27. What's your favorite place to hang at?  - ICA. xD (lame food store in norway)

28. Do you believe in ghosts? - yes, i do. i believe there's alot more going on than we can see.

29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Surf the net and discover new bands.

30. Do you swear a lot? Yes. I have the mouth of a sailor.

31. Biggest pet peeve? - The way people from Norway pronounce My Chemical Romance. Many say the "ch" in the beginning the same as in "change".

32. In one word, how would you describe yourself? - Complicated on the inside. (i am fully aware that is more than one word, thankyouverymuch.)


That's it.

Boring for you, helluva lot of fun for me.

HAH!
 

Posted on 03/20/2007 2:56 PM Comments (21)

March 3, 2007

You're a liar, and I'm tired.

It's not that you keep doing it that hurts me the most. It's the fact that you feel the need to lie about it.
Posted on 03/03/2007 8:06 PM Comments (9)

March 2, 2007

Foggy eyes, the mirror shows something different.

"Ord på tvers i halsen
Strofane sit fast i flokete hår
Martyren brenn,
men asken er ubrukeleg."

 

I'm at home now. In the house I grew up. I've been sleeping in every day, but the heaven I find myself in, Spring Break, is coming to an end. On Monday, I have to go back. Back to that quiet, empty apartment. Back to the dysfuntional refridgerator and smashed lightbulbs. I'll have to drag myself out of bed every single day, to show up at school and have the teachers shoveling their useless information down my head.
The only bright part of school is my friends there.
I wish we could have more vacations. Vacations every second week. Every week. Every day.
I'm so tired of it all. The minute I set my feet in the classroom in the morning, I start counting down the minutes until I get to leave.
It never used to be like that.
I miss those days.

I've been rediscovering The Hush Sound on my days off. Gorgous, gorgous, gorgous lyrics:

"Rain falls, quickly wetting my hair and clothes
My cries fall upon her deaf ears more tears
Let me in, please it's cold I'm freezing out here, I miss you my dear
You're all his and I'm all yours, like it or not, I'm all you've got

Light cuts through the clouds and haunts me, like bad dreams
Outside lookin' in I'm feeling lost and cold as sin
A shred of hope a little bit of sweetness - anything please, except for defeat
If I could I'd lock you up and toss out the key, it's just you and me"

Aren't they beautiful? I can listen to their songs all night. Just sink into the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, with a cup of coffee and headphones on full blast.
Wish everyday single day could be like this.
Listening. Sleeping. Thinking. Writing. Playing.

I see the schoolbooks piled up on the floor, even though I'm trying as hard as I can to ignore them.They're accusing. Judgemental. I ought to open them and learn something, but I know it's not going to happen. It's never going to happen. The vows I keep making to myself are broken and torn apart, one by one.

The bottom has been reached, but I can't stop digging.

"The safe is unsafe."


 


Posted on 03/02/2007 7:56 AM Comments (6)
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