I hate my english teacher!

So I was five minutes late for class, and they hadn't even started the lesson yet, but still my stupid english teacher told me I had to wait outside for 20 minutes!!
It' this idiotic rule they've made (which actually turned out to be illegal because it takes time out of our lesson) that you have to wait outside for 20 minutes if you're less than 20 minutes late.

Well, now that she's sent me out, I'm going to spend those 20 minutes talking shit about her on my blog, and nerd around on Facebook, so joke's on her!

Back 2 School

Gosh, haven't written for ages...
Haven't really been in the mood, or had the time.
Lot's of things have happened this Christmas, some good, some bad and some just average:p
Can't be bothered to write a summary.

What I can write though:
-Went to Bergen(yeayh!)
-"worked" in the cafeteria at Bydelsrock (a concert for young artists in Bergen)
-Went home(um..yey?)
-Celebrated Chritmas with my mum's lot, my grandparents and my lovely cousin Joanna.
-Went back to Bergen(:D:D:D)
-Saw Blow Up(hmh..)
-Celebrated New Years Eve with Steph and her lot!!(:D:D)
-Went to the movies to see Max Manus (ONE fucking great norwegian movie! pardon my french)
-Came home again(...)
-Started School again on January the 5th, which was great!!

So that's about all I did (a couple of things left out, like a lovely trip to Frognerseteren with Anje and Maddie) this Christmas, and now I can't wait for spring to start.

I have quite a lot of plans for this spring, one of them is to celebrate my 17thbirthday with Amanda, which is going to be killer, killer, killer:D:D

Tonight I'm going to watch Nissen's review, but that's not until nine... 'till then...Scrubs is on...

bye!

I'm back home!

Ah, finnaly.... at "home" in Bergen!
I've gotten off that stupid noisy and claustrophobic train and am now sitting in my grandparent's with the laptop (which my English teacher claims I have an alarming addictive relationship with...) on my lap, haha.
I've been reading Nick Hornby's High Fidelity on my way over here (that's six hours) and I found it surprisingly depressive, even though I have read it before, and then I actually enjoyed it a lot!
Maybe I'm just in a gloomy mood these days... It's all the darkness! The sun's only around for about six hours a day, which is very frustrating if you don't wake up until elleven, and then don't get out of the house until one.

But I'll keep only happy thoughts as I'm here, 'cause I am after all going to hang with my very best mates, Steph, Marianne and Magnus:)

In the afternoons that is, until then I'll be hanging with farmor(father's mother) and helping her out with her shopping and other important chores.

Positive and soothing thoughts from Sun (who is seriously concidering a trip to the solarium one of these days)

Scary Who-cd's

I've been reading my last blogpost over and over the last days, and I now realize that it made me sound very conservative and I didn't mean for that at all! I've found out recently that I can concider myself a socialist:p

Anyway, as I keep saying, this blog isn't for discussing politics and booring things like that...



What I originaly wanted to tell you about was a very scary thing that just happened to me.

I'll have to tell you about an incident from this spring first though, 'cause one day I'd been out with Maria and bought Quadrophenia on dvd and the Who Sell Out on cd. I was listening through the cd, which by the way didn't give a very good first impression, when suddenly it started to skip the songs! I got really mad and put it in a different player, but still it kept skipping, and stopping and then went on playing... And this never happened at my dad's place...(duhluh-duhluh...)

And today, while I was copying music over to my computer, I'd put in another Who-cd, and left the room, well knowing that the sound was turned off. Then when I came back, the sound was on and the cd was playing!


Ok, this has happened to other cds, but no more than once per cd.
Haha, I guess I'm a bit paranoid and superstitious:p
And I've never really experienced any other super natural things in this house...
But a girl can dream that she might just have a ghost in her room who also happens to enjoy the Who...

Sun

Provocative art?

I watched a tv show last week called "Safari" which is about culture stuff and art and so on.

That nights show was about feminist artists, and abortion and other issues that women can relate to.

They had this thing about this Swedish feminist artist, who had decided to make a sort of exhibition called something like "Birthday Party For Happy Aborted Children".

She had made all these cakes shaped as small foeteses and said that her intention with this little birthday party, was to provoke and remove the taboo around abortion, which so many women will have to go through. I have to say, before I continue that this "artist" once masturbated in front of her cat, and recorded it on tape and called it art so...

Anyways, she had this exhibition in Bergen, one of the cities in Norway that contains most free and freaky people, so I'm not exactly impressed.

I mean, what is she trying to get at? She's in Norway, whith total freedom of speach, where there are no demonstrators standing outside the locals waiting to stone her or disfigure her face because of the exhibition.

I would respect her so much more if she was actually at the risk of being arrested.

If she went down to, say, an Amish village, or maybe Iran and did this, I would probably see the point, but she isn't risking anything.

This week there will be a thing about this other artist who takes pictures of naked people in the middle of New York, and gets arressted almost every time.

Somehow I feel that that is a little more impressive, because he is actually provoking someone, whilst this swedish lady is doing nothing like that. All she is accomplishing is to annoy a couple of women, and maybe a couple of men, but there is no "revolution".

That's my thought for the day... tudluh!

Old rockers

I'm desperately into music, all kinds of music really, but the genre that stands above all genres for me is Rock.

Well, classic brit-rock as I like to call it. I'm not really a fan of the expression "Rock" anyway, 'cause I think it has been ruined by hardcore fans with nails and black leather clothes and black make up.

As you might have figured, I'm into bands like the Who, the Kinks, Stones and let's not forget the Monkees, but also newer bands like the Kooks, Arctic Monkeys and so on.

Lately I've gotten this obsession for more glammed up seventies bands. It started with my intrest in the Who and the Kinks, 'cause as opposed to the Monkees and the Beatles, they continued in to the seventies and let their music get even better. This led to me liking things like Roxy Music, Steve Harley and the Cockney Rebel, etc. etc. and it also brought back my interest in David Bowie, Lou Reed, T-Rex and other bands and artists that dad used to play for me when I was younger.
Roxy Music

David Bowie

Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel

This is all very well, 'cause it seems to give me some respect, although this would be amongst my dad's friends and my friend's parents, but still, I'm proud of my music taste.

It's just that, I find it a little disturbing that this is what appeals to me.

Music which is about 30 years old, is what makes me feel at home.

Why am I instantly drawn to this music?

It wouldn't be so odd if I lived at the same time as this music, but I mean, I feel I can relate to the lyrics of two generations before my own.

It seems I'm only drawn towards the works of men in their sixties?

I've got to admit though, I really do enjoy all the great music we are getting nowadays.

But I can't remember last time a modern song moved me by either it's lyrics or it's melody.

It might be that I'm glorifying the aeras in which the songs were written, and that I would feel different if I actually lived in the sixties or seventies, but unlike other "bitter" classic rock-fans, I am open to anything that turns me on. I even enjoy me some Britney when I feel like it.

It could also be the innocent rebeliousnes about these songs. How they would use referrences to sex, masturbation, drugs or even just plain swear words, and afterwards have to insist that they meant something else.

Also, I don't think anyone has managed to write as beautifully about depression or teenage angst as these bands.

Some would probably say Nirvana, but then I feel Nirvana is a bit of an overkill really.

There's something about not having such a dark and gloomy attitude, and being able to see this depressive world from a happier angle which makes me feel that it's ok to feel down, but you can't let it ruin you.

I know that with the amount of drugs theses people took, they probably wouldn't be the best preachers, but then that's a different matter again, and I could waste another blog post just writing about that.

Bottom line is:

I do have a taste of music which is very unusual for teenage girls, and yes, I do think people like Mick Jagger and Roger Daltrey are dead sexy, even in their older days(I know, a bit weird, yes...) but that's just the way my taste is, I can't really help it.

And maybe it's all just good for me? Being into older music has given me quite a lot of knowledge about it and things to talk about when in company.

I've had many discussions with Magnus over the last three years...

Anyway, will be going now. It's pouring with rain outside, but I still feel like going to a café or something:)

tudluh!


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Rebels: boys vs. girls

I don't really fancy myself a feminist, 'cause I don't usually question things in society, like the coca cola zero commercials. (Quote: "Why not bras with zero fumbling" or "Why not girlfriends with zero headaches") or other so-called sexist commercials or statements from the media.
I think, that in our part of the world, it's more a question about equality. Like why, in 2008 men are better paid than women and so on.
But although things like these don't usually apeal to me, I've been thinking about the difference between people's view of rebellious girls and rebellious boys.
Take Amy Winehouse, or Kate Moss.

They've both been busted for drugs, Wineouse quite a lot of times, and whenever an incident like that has occured, the media has made them look like tragic addicted women who can't take care of themselves. Whilst whenever something like that happens to a male celebrity, they're concidered wild and exiting and quite a rebel. I'm not saying it's like this in every case, 'cause I don't think many people digged Pete Doherty's falling out.

But still, men get more respect than the women when they go "crazy" like that.

Like Keith Moon. He's worshiped by who-fans all over the world as the loonie, druggie, alcoholic god of the drums, while Lindsay Lohan, who shows quite a similar behaviour is referred to as an unstabile, slutty and tragic person.

I know Moon might have been a tad more tallented and experienced than Lohan, but still...

Then again, I don't know how people talked about Moon in the late seventies, and maybe Lohan will have to die before people start treating her as an icon.

What triggered me to write this is actually a headline on the front of a magazine saying that some norwegian b-celebrity was a "Recless Sex-Symbol".

It's just that a boy can shag whoever he wants, drink as much as he likes and get drug-busted a kazzillion times, and still be a "Recless Sex-Symbol".

If a girl shagged thirty different people, got drunk every night and someone found 10 grams of marihuana in her matress, she wouldn't exactly be reffered to as a sex-symbol. More like "Problematic crack-whore"

I don't know if it's really a big deal, I just came to think about it.

Sunniva

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