My hair smells of ocean

I went swimming today, came back two hours ago and I feel so good. I know it seems odd, but the fact that my hair still smells and feels salty makes me happy. I did wash my hair when I came back, but not all the salt is out and even though I know it’s not that great for the hair I just can’t make myself wash it again(that isn’t that good for the hair either. Lose-lose situation…). When I get up tomorrow I’m sure my hair will be somewhat stiff, but I don’t care.

It was really nice and warm in the water. I swam for thirty minutes. I felt like I was in complete control of my body and it was awesome. I would swim underwater, drift, splash and just soak. I really had full control over my body, which is such a fantastic feeling.

And then I found a shoe, someone must have dropped into the sea and not managed to retrieve it. It was a big shoe, probably a man’s. It was what I’d like to call a “wannabe skatershoe”, becuse I think it looks like a skatershoe, but wouldn’t behave if you actually tried to skate with it.

Summer = love

Yesterday I went swimming with my mother and the water was so warm that I didn’t need to get used to it. I could just dive in. That was fantastic. It was my first real swim this year, outside that is. When I first get in I don’t want to get out, I’m just so fond of the water.

It is so warm outside that I can’t be there. I just have to be inside, and I can just forget to exercise. The air is so hot and just moving around feels heavy. I can walk down to the mailbox and feel totally exhausted. I can’t wait until later when the sun has moved across the sky and it starts getting chilly out, then I can take a walk or something, but no more.

I love it.

Ah, the sweetness of dusk.

Today was one of those fabulous days where everything is just great. Mainly because of the weather and me being alone. Being alone is so freeing for me, I feel great when I’m alone. In only a few minutes the sun will set and dusk will come. I love the in between feeling. When I was little I would run around the house turning of all the lights and stand in the window watching as the sun set and when it disappeared and the beautiful colors faded I would light one or two candles and just stare out into the creeping darkness. I would stand there until it was completely dark. Sometimes I would go outside. I love how you can feel one part of the world falling asleep and another wake up. The birds quiet, as does the people. Then an owl will wake and you’ll hear the rustling of the hedgehog, but besides those types of sounds it will be utterly quiet. I feel so good then, everything is fine, no problem in the world can get to me, not just then.

Tomorrow I’ll get up real early and go for a morning swim, before anyone else, I’ll have the entire beach to myself. Then I’ll go back home and vacuum the house and  tidy my  room and take out the trash.

I think I’ll go for a walk now, good night people.

The Dark Knight

Guess what movie I saw today. That’s right, the new Batman. The Dark Knight. Now, I suck at writing about movies, because I never know what to say after just one view, but I can say this: I like it, and therefore I will buy it when that time comes. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but “superheroes” attract me, and Batman isn’t an exception. The Dark Knight was dark, suspenseful and somewhat over the top, but that is how I like my superhero movies.

It never got boring, I didn’t have time to look much away from the screen either(I usually study my fellow movie goers, hoping to spot one or to loners like me, and today I found plenty). It was almost too much of everything, almost. I love how Batman/B. Wayne isn’t this fantastic morally perfect guy, and that he really isn’t a hero at all, just “whatever” Gotham needs him to be, I like the idea of a truly good person becoming something evil and I like the chaos.

I’m home <3

I’m back, I came home yesterday. We drove from our cabin to my grandfather(who is in a home, temporarily, so that we could go on vacation without worrying about his health) who looked absolutely awful, I felt bad when I saw him. He was so thin, and he wouldn’t stop coughing and I just wanted to cry. Then his girlfriend came around and I love her, she’s so nice. And we talked to her for a bit. Then we went home, well first we went to a pizza place to buy a pizza for dinner. I mean, who wants to cook after a four hour drive? (if we count in our visit it was about six hours from we started until we arrived home).

While we were waiting for our pizza my mother and I walked around outside, the weather was perfect and we sat down and dangled our feet in the water looking at all the boats. We found a cherry tree too, and we ate lots and lots of cherries and my teeth, lips and hands were all red from the juice. I loved it. I wish I had pictures, it was just great.

The wedding was fine, boring, but fine. I left before everyone got drunk though, I left around twelve, with my eight year old cousin. Ha-ha! You would have left too, the music was awful. I wouldn’t survive four more hours with that. (though it was only three according to those who stayed). Plus I didn’t really know anyone. They are all so super nice and cool, and they freak me out. I swear the level of coolness in that side of the family is sky high(then again, they are like 30 cousins! 30 I tell you! Oh and this isn’t my side of the family, but the bride’s other side). I was intimidated. Plus, I didn’t really want to get drunk, and I think most people got drunk and being sober around drunk people isn’t that much fun. I had one glass of wine and it went straight to my head! Not my night at all. So I went home.

The Facebook curse

I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I’m from Norway, and here Facebook is the site for most of the kids my age. I don’t have an account there, and I never will have. I’ve got accounts on many sites, but not there. Why? Because it feels like surveillance and I’m not interested in people learning about my non-existent social life. You see, people are so obsessed with Facebook that they keep updating their own profiles non-stop and they read the profiles of others with hunger. I don’t know how many times rumors start at facebook, “I read it on her facebook!” someone says, or “did you see that dunken picture on his facebook?” etc. It’s claustrophobic, well I feel that it is, and I don’t even have a facebook!

People are spying at each other, and they like it. Do you want someone to know something about you immediately? Put it up on facebook, then all the people who know you will know the next time they log on, and a whole lot of other people will know too. Can’t they see the consequences of what they put up on that site? I mean they use their real names for the most part, and then anyone can come and check in on them, their future bosses or lovers or schools, their parents and grandparents. Anyone. How flattering is it when a picture of you drunk and completely out of your mind is seen by your teacher?

I just don’t get it, why do they want to broadcast these things? I mean, I get why you want to share stuff with your friends, but it is online and it won’t go away, ever. Think about it, if you should become a public peson in the future, some journalist might find it and your drunken sixteen year old self might be plastered all over the papers the next day. You’ve published your scandal yourself.

Still what I like the least is that how many friends you have on facebook matters, how much stuff there is on your profile and so on. What about the real stuff? What about the friends you sit with at lunch, isn’t something off when the only thing you talk to them about is what you read on facebook? You don’t even know whether it is true or not. It really annoys me. I have a myspace, and I’ve had it for four years now, I like it, but I’m not spending time talking and thinking about it when I’m not online. My blogs I do spend a lot of time thinking about, but I use my blog as an emotional outlet, and not just this tool for letting everyone know what I’m doing. I’m not even using my real name. plus nobody I go to school with reads it.

When will facebook die?

I love looking at the stats!

Blog stats are the funniest things ever. I love it. I don’t really have many readers(I’ve had people drop by several times though, and that is cool), but I do get traffic. I love looking at the search terms that leads people into my blog, it is really funny. Sometimes it is obvious why they ended up here, but other times I don’t get it at all and those are the fun ones.

I love reading posts where people talk about their blogs, and it’s stats. What is your most read post, what is your most commented post, what is the most popular search terms. I just love it. I’m going to do that later, when I’ve got enough posts for this to be funny, right now I have so few that there is no point.

Hello Goodbye

In about an hour I’ll be leaving for our cabin and my cousins wedding. I am so not looking forward to it. I’ve talked it over with my mother and she told me how the weddings she attended had gone, and let me tell you I really don’t want to go.

How a wedding goes down, according to my mother:

• We’re in church, priest babbles, music is played, we’re bored(some people cry and stuff).
• We go home and relax for a while
• We meet up for a long dinner with a million meals, a lot of loud talking and endless speeches(I mean everyone can sign up for it…) then there is dancing and drinking and people get wasted.
• Then we might eat cakes and drink coffee and talk more.
• More dancing and drinking
• More eating
• Then we get to go home

That was how I understood my mother, she wasn’t that negative, and I’m being dramatic, but if that is really how it is I think I might not be alive on Sunday. I’m never getting married, ever!

Anyway, I’m leaving and I don’t know when I’ll be back, as soon as I possible can. (I it was up to me I’d be back by monday, but I doubt that, but hopefully sometime next week!)

Oh, and I’m writing some entires now, and they’ll be posted during the next days. Just so that I don’t feel like I’ve abandoned my poor blog on it’s own, so just because the blog is updating it doesn’t mean that I’m back.

I need something vampiric to watch or read

Hello dear citizens of the world. I, in all my lameness, have a sudden need for vampires. Therefore I’m searching the internet for stuff to read and watch, so far I’ve got an endless list of movies to watch, some TV shows that never made more than a season and a couple of books. I’ve been at it for about an hour to find something I can actually get my hands on and I’m making a nice list of things to get, but I just needed a break. Why this sudden interest in vampires?

Okay, it isn’t very sudden, I’ve had it my entire life(well since I was a kid and read The Little Vampire by Angela Sommer-Bodenburg. I think I got the first book when I was four, then my mother read it to me, but I learned to read about a year later and those were a large part of what I read(along with books by Roald Dahl and Astrid Lindgren). It’s safe to say that since then I’ve had a thing for vampires. I lost my interest somewhat when Twilight came into the world and masses of people(read: teenage girls) became obsessed. I read the book, and it was funny, but too.. Oh I don’t know, just too much of something. Vampires sort of left my regular reading lists, tv-shows and movies(or should I say that I left them out?), but now they’re back and I’m exited all over again.

It is sort of embarrassing to be a “vampire fan” isn’t it? I mean I would never say it out loud in real life, I once brought a book to school and I couldn’t read it because I felt stupid. Of course I feel like I need to read things that are interesting or something, because I’m not a very interesting person. I’m just plain old normal, and plain old normal equals boring. When I was younger I’d pretend to be mysterious so that people would be interested in me, but it didn’t work(surprise surprise..).

My parents are interesting, or at least I think so, my mother was a very passionate person, who got herself arrested for demonstrating and things, my dad almost ran of with some cult(he was also a “DJ” and incredible drawer. I’m not sure what happened to them(they grew up I suppose, they still are weird though, and I’ve gown up with my friends telling me that “My parents are odd, have odd rules(I think it was the fact that we didn’t have a video player), but that they are seriously cool.

Uhm, I was talking about vampires weren’t I?

Yesterday went great.

Yesterday’s birthday party went great, I had a lot of fun. The wonderful girl who turned eighteen looked lovely and seemed to enjoy herself too. We ate pizza, ice cream, chocolate cake and fruit, lots and lots of fruit. We had some horrible music channel on in the background and chatted about everything and nothing. One of my friends, S.R got serisouly drunk, but wouldn’t admit it, then she grew tired, fell asleep on my shoulder and woke up again and drank some more. Her father bought her the alcoholic beverages and told her not to tell anyone, because he felt embarrassed, a parent isn’t supposed to buy alcohol for their kids. Of course S.R is old enough to drink, so there isn’t really a problem. He also made her promise that she wouldn’t give away the stuff she didn’t drink herself.

She did. We all got to mix Kalinka with soda, S.R didn’t like it, a good thing that, since she probably wouldn’t be able to walk if she drank that too. We also played board games. I had no reason to worry at all.

We did talk about blogs a lot, I’m not sure why, because no one there said they read or write any, not regularly anyway. Of course they might all be like me and write without telling anyone they know, so that they won’t have to worry about offending anyone. The key to that kind of blogging is to not be to personal, but sometimes one can’t help it. Well I can’t anyway.