Idag har jeg første dag i den nye jobben. Jeg gleder meg! Og i den anledning har jeg ønske om å hylle dassbåsene på HF-fakultetet - siden de tross alt har de desidert beste skribleriene på Universitet i Oslo.
"I natt drømte jeg at jeg fløy! Lurer på hva det betyr?"
"Freud sier at hvis du drømmer om å fly, så drømmer du egentlig om sex."
"Men hva drømmer jeg om hvis jeg drømmer om sex da?"
"Bananer, vel!"
(Jeg vil også henvise til Freuds eget sitat: "Noen ganger er en cigar bare en cigar.")
Friday, January 11, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Fourty, fat & finished
It seems like its going to be a really good day, the weathers nice, its not too cold and hopefully, I'll get my computer back from my uncle soon.
So I met my new boss again yesterday evening, and I found out I have to get an authorization from the police saying that, as far as they know, Im not a pedophile. HAHA! Not that I have much to fear, the closest I ever got to be tampering with small children ever, was helping my younger cousins in the bathroom. Oh, and I was 8 years old. I understand why they need to have the rule, but I do think its a little ironic. Hypothetically, do I even go as a pedophile if I did? As Im 20 years old, I guess, but as I still feel like somewhat of a kid, I cant really consider the option of being classified as a pedophile. Which leads me to my next philosophical question: even though you're obviously getting older every day, do we ever feel old?
I remember talking to my grandparents when they were about 80 years old, and they said they still felt like they were 20. 80, going 20. 20 with a few extra wrinkles and a timeline of 60 years you wont even relate to. I cant say I feel any older today than I did when I was 14. Actually, I think its kind of the opposite. I believed myself to be more grown-up then than I consider myself to be now. I mean, I'm totally addicted to Transformers (which was hip when I was about 4-5 years old), I love playing in the snow, and even though I'm not comfortable with loads of kids, I love them when there's just a few of them.
It may be in its place to mention that I had a huge crisis when I was in Greece this autumn as well - I was 20 and I felt like all my life had passed without me noticing. Is that normal? I remember I had the same feeling when I turned 17. And on top of it all, I met the leader of the youth council at Nesodden, Johannes, who turned 17 three days ago (happy birthday, btw!) and he said just the same. "Well, next year, I can buy beer, and Im of age" "Shut up you, Im turning 21!"
So there you are.. The society is too focused on the young ones. Well, its a good thing I guess, but doesnt it get a bit out of hand when you're soon 21 and youre ready to be hospitalized because of old age? To me it sounds a bit weird.
(And to all of you Norwegian ones who wonder why I write in English from time to time - I want to be sure all my English-speaking friends to be able to follow. So suck it up!)
Its a bit sad, isnt it?
So I met my new boss again yesterday evening, and I found out I have to get an authorization from the police saying that, as far as they know, Im not a pedophile. HAHA! Not that I have much to fear, the closest I ever got to be tampering with small children ever, was helping my younger cousins in the bathroom. Oh, and I was 8 years old. I understand why they need to have the rule, but I do think its a little ironic. Hypothetically, do I even go as a pedophile if I did? As Im 20 years old, I guess, but as I still feel like somewhat of a kid, I cant really consider the option of being classified as a pedophile. Which leads me to my next philosophical question: even though you're obviously getting older every day, do we ever feel old?
I remember talking to my grandparents when they were about 80 years old, and they said they still felt like they were 20. 80, going 20. 20 with a few extra wrinkles and a timeline of 60 years you wont even relate to. I cant say I feel any older today than I did when I was 14. Actually, I think its kind of the opposite. I believed myself to be more grown-up then than I consider myself to be now. I mean, I'm totally addicted to Transformers (which was hip when I was about 4-5 years old), I love playing in the snow, and even though I'm not comfortable with loads of kids, I love them when there's just a few of them.
It may be in its place to mention that I had a huge crisis when I was in Greece this autumn as well - I was 20 and I felt like all my life had passed without me noticing. Is that normal? I remember I had the same feeling when I turned 17. And on top of it all, I met the leader of the youth council at Nesodden, Johannes, who turned 17 three days ago (happy birthday, btw!) and he said just the same. "Well, next year, I can buy beer, and Im of age" "Shut up you, Im turning 21!"
So there you are.. The society is too focused on the young ones. Well, its a good thing I guess, but doesnt it get a bit out of hand when you're soon 21 and youre ready to be hospitalized because of old age? To me it sounds a bit weird.
(And to all of you Norwegian ones who wonder why I write in English from time to time - I want to be sure all my English-speaking friends to be able to follow. So suck it up!)
Its a bit sad, isnt it?
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Wow.
Wow. Wow. Wow! Jeg fikk B på eksamen i Teorier om kjønn! Helt utrolig. HELT utrolig! Jeg syntes den eksamenen gikk forferdelig dårlig, og jeg var ikke engang sikker på om jeg kom til å stå. Men der kan du se hvor feil man kan ta. Shit, første skikkelig gode karakter på universitetet. Jeg er stolt av meg selv!
Yumyum: Kaffe. Nytt skap. Ny jobb. Får snart karakterutskrift fra NTNU. Knekkebrød. Solbriller. John Cooper Clark. Hår. Maren. Ja.
Møkk: Monomen spiller på Garage i Oslo den helgen jeg er i London. TYPISK!
Yumyum: Kaffe. Nytt skap. Ny jobb. Får snart karakterutskrift fra NTNU. Knekkebrød. Solbriller. John Cooper Clark. Hår. Maren. Ja.
Møkk: Monomen spiller på Garage i Oslo den helgen jeg er i London. TYPISK!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I'm in love <33
With this poet named John Cooper Clark. He looks like a villain, his hair is completely mental, and his legs are as thin as a spiders... I certainly discovered where the Horrors got their inspiration from! However, nothing makes me more happy than to read a few lines of extraordinary weirdness. It makes my mornings a little less grey... Mm-mm-mhm! Just gotta love him!
Twat
Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend. You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain
You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.
You’re like a dose of scabies,I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!
People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.
Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race
You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide...
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.
You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,better pull yourself apart.
Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,just make me wanna piss.
What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,but I can...
TWAT.
Monday, January 7, 2008
New year, new job!
So.. Ms. Youthclubleader Live Sørlie Jørgensen speaking! Forøvrig har jeg Rise Against på øra, jeg har akkurat vært på joggetur da snøværet svikta og jeg endte opp med å ikke få dratt på skitur allikevel, og jeg har begynt med nye fag på skolen siden sist. Siden jeg ikke har skrevet her siden sommerferien, så må det jo kanskje nevnes at jeg har prøvd å fylle hodet med feministiske tankegods siden sist - med stor suksess! Jeg synes å endelig være motivert for å gå på skole, i alle fall mye mer enn i fjor (noe denne bloggen bærer tydelig preg av) og jeg trives i grunn som plommen i egget.
Bare for å spole tilbake et par linjer, jeg har fått ny jobb! Jeg skal begynne som leder på ungdomsklubben på Nesodden, og jeg gleder meg som et lite barn! Haha, den der var kanskje en smule paradoksal, men det er vel uansett beskrivende nok. Å jobbe med folk som kun er et par år yngre enn meg, og som kanskje er like lost som jeg var på den alderen - jeg gleder meg til å se utvikling og forhåpentligvis også kunne gi dem inntrykk og minner for ettertiden slik klubbarbeiderne i sin tid gjorde for meg. When I come to think of it... det er helt motsatt psykologi av hva jeg husker var "greia" når jeg selv gikk på ungdomsskolen. Det helt store var da å begynne i 10. klasse, fordi du da hadde "rett til" å være jævlig mot de som var yngre. Det hører også med til historien at jeg aldri egentlig utbyrdet den fantasien, om man ser bort ifra at en gutt som het Marius fikk se bunnen av søppelbøtta on my accord. I still feel bad about that.
Anyway, håper å kunne oppdatere litt oftere her, jeg føler det er på sin plass. Godt nytt år, folkens!
Meg og Helene 1. desember 2007
Meg, Patrick og Helene på nyttårsaften - se! Håret er borte! I miss the fringe though... :(
Bare for å spole tilbake et par linjer, jeg har fått ny jobb! Jeg skal begynne som leder på ungdomsklubben på Nesodden, og jeg gleder meg som et lite barn! Haha, den der var kanskje en smule paradoksal, men det er vel uansett beskrivende nok. Å jobbe med folk som kun er et par år yngre enn meg, og som kanskje er like lost som jeg var på den alderen - jeg gleder meg til å se utvikling og forhåpentligvis også kunne gi dem inntrykk og minner for ettertiden slik klubbarbeiderne i sin tid gjorde for meg. When I come to think of it... det er helt motsatt psykologi av hva jeg husker var "greia" når jeg selv gikk på ungdomsskolen. Det helt store var da å begynne i 10. klasse, fordi du da hadde "rett til" å være jævlig mot de som var yngre. Det hører også med til historien at jeg aldri egentlig utbyrdet den fantasien, om man ser bort ifra at en gutt som het Marius fikk se bunnen av søppelbøtta on my accord. I still feel bad about that.
Anyway, håper å kunne oppdatere litt oftere her, jeg føler det er på sin plass. Godt nytt år, folkens!
Meg og Helene 1. desember 2007
Meg, Patrick og Helene på nyttårsaften - se! Håret er borte! I miss the fringe though... :(
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Soon august, and still going strong
Nå er det vel snart et halvt år siden jeg har skrevet noen verdens ting på denne bloggen, jeg hadde nærmeste glemt den. Ille nok, jeg leste den nå, og fikk skikkelig flashbacks til mørke vinterkvelder i Trondheim, med stua fulle av stearinlys og litt for høy musikk på spilleren i forhold til hva sunn fornuft og folkeskikk ville tilsagt. But who cares about a shitty flat and the fucking people you rent your shitty flat from? Obviously not me.
I skrivende stund regner vi sent julimåned, solen har endelig tittet frem fra skylaget og jeg angrer bittert på at jeg ikke tok meg fri idag. Ikke bare på grunn av været, men det er så mange andre ting jeg kunne tenkt meg å gjøre... Det er dog likevel ikke lett å fri seg fra kapitalismens evige råkjør mot seg selv og den evige streben etter kapitalismens svar på nirvana: profitt. Jeg må se meg sørgelig beseiret i den kamp som dreier seg om idealisme og menneskelige verdier - ikke nok med at jeg sitter i landets mest reaksjonære avis og jobber ræva av meg (unntatt akkurat nå) for å tjene opp nok penger til et fremtidig depositum til en fremtidig leilighet, fremtidig fremtid og frihet for den fantastiske feinschmeckerfrue fra Frogner-tilværelse, uten sammenlikning forøvrig vedrørende de siste F-ord. That made no sense.
I skrivende stund regner vi sent julimåned, solen har endelig tittet frem fra skylaget og jeg angrer bittert på at jeg ikke tok meg fri idag. Ikke bare på grunn av været, men det er så mange andre ting jeg kunne tenkt meg å gjøre... Det er dog likevel ikke lett å fri seg fra kapitalismens evige råkjør mot seg selv og den evige streben etter kapitalismens svar på nirvana: profitt. Jeg må se meg sørgelig beseiret i den kamp som dreier seg om idealisme og menneskelige verdier - ikke nok med at jeg sitter i landets mest reaksjonære avis og jobber ræva av meg (unntatt akkurat nå) for å tjene opp nok penger til et fremtidig depositum til en fremtidig leilighet, fremtidig fremtid og frihet for den fantastiske feinschmeckerfrue fra Frogner-tilværelse, uten sammenlikning forøvrig vedrørende de siste F-ord. That made no sense.
Så hva har jeg ellers bedrevet den siste tiden med? Ikke stort i grunn... Jeg har jobbet i VG, på Norwegian Wood, og dratt en tur til Roskildefestivalen (fjerde året på rad) og sett bort ifra det, har det vært mye vind og vær og generelt lite spennende. Jeg hadde sikkert klart å komme opp med mer om jeg så hadde klart å være litt mer oppegående underveis og tatt vare på små øyeblikk som jeg klamrer meg fast til i den hensikt å brette det ut for all verden her på bloggen min. De eneste øyeblikk jeg fortsatt klamrer meg fast til, finner jeg upassende for dette interaktive medium, og velger heller å si at jeg ser frem til at boken jeg har bidratt til, den om jenter og mobbing, blir utgitt. Det skjer vel i desember eller no. So long!
Min tyveårsdag, beste venninne i Trondheim, og således også en av mine siste dager på nevnte sted. Noget vemodig, en era er avsluttet og en ny er begynt.
The meaning of life is change, some for the better, some for the worse. Most of them weren't even expected.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Exciting! And drowning...
Okay, its been a while since I wrote anything on this place. Which is a pity, 'cause my life havent been exactly what I recognize as dull the last month. Anyway, facebook is on the warpath. Facebook? Sure you didnt mean myface, or mybook or facespace just to get really annoyed, not to say confused. Internet meetingplaces are exploding - I caught myself being registered about 13 places the other day - which is a bit too much if you ask me. I ended up deleting my profiles most places. However, Im still a huge fan of myspace. And I always will be.
So, Im back at Nesodden. Again. Yeah, I know, its not exactly a long time since I was here last time. About two weeks, actually. I just got the urge to get home and take care of some business. So, Im going to a kind of a jobinterview tomorrow. Ive indirectly been offered a job at VG, one of the three most important newspapers in Norway. Its not my favourite one though, I think it overall is quite dull newspaper - too much babes & boobs, too much crap about how good it is that the norwegian rightwing's being on their way to ruling the country. "I'M A DOCTOR OF JOURNALISM GOD DAMN IT!". I have no reason to complain really, I'm 19 years old and I get a job in the bestselling newspaper in Norway. That is, from my point of view, a wonderful chance to get my foot in the door. Being idealistic is something I can do when I actually can afford being thrown on the streets. So. what's the big deal? I'm so nervous I almost feel like throwing up. What if I say something wrong? What if they change their minds in the last minute? Somehow, I dont think they will, they know me from before, they know what Im capable of, they know that Ive worked with journalism for quite a while now, considering the fact that Im only nineteen, and that Ive been writing for both Aftenposten for a while and that I have been head of the reporters at UKM for like three years. And Im meeting up with a journalist from Aftenposten as well tomorrow, we're going to talk about a book that Ive written a piece for. So, let's just cross our fingers and hope for the best. :)
All the best to you, and I promise to write again soon.
So, Im back at Nesodden. Again. Yeah, I know, its not exactly a long time since I was here last time. About two weeks, actually. I just got the urge to get home and take care of some business. So, Im going to a kind of a jobinterview tomorrow. Ive indirectly been offered a job at VG, one of the three most important newspapers in Norway. Its not my favourite one though, I think it overall is quite dull newspaper - too much babes & boobs, too much crap about how good it is that the norwegian rightwing's being on their way to ruling the country. "I'M A DOCTOR OF JOURNALISM GOD DAMN IT!". I have no reason to complain really, I'm 19 years old and I get a job in the bestselling newspaper in Norway. That is, from my point of view, a wonderful chance to get my foot in the door. Being idealistic is something I can do when I actually can afford being thrown on the streets. So. what's the big deal? I'm so nervous I almost feel like throwing up. What if I say something wrong? What if they change their minds in the last minute? Somehow, I dont think they will, they know me from before, they know what Im capable of, they know that Ive worked with journalism for quite a while now, considering the fact that Im only nineteen, and that Ive been writing for both Aftenposten for a while and that I have been head of the reporters at UKM for like three years. And Im meeting up with a journalist from Aftenposten as well tomorrow, we're going to talk about a book that Ive written a piece for. So, let's just cross our fingers and hope for the best. :)
All the best to you, and I promise to write again soon.
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