Livet

Føler jeg går glipp av livet. Livet er nå.

"An extroverted adventurer may be a shallow personality fleeing from inner depression."
(Michael St. Clair, Object Relations and Self Psychology: An introduction: Third edition, p. 68 - om D. W. Winnicotts teorier)

Jeg klarer ikke leve i nået. Jeg gjør research og planlegger framtida. Kanskje jeg er deprimert uten at jeg vet det. Å tenke på dette gjør i hvert fall at en slags depresjon flyter til overflaten.

I'm, but

I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep the night away.




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OSL

I'm back in Oslo. It feels amazing and surreal. I'm starting to outrun my exhaustion, but it's midnight so I really should sleep soon if I want to get anything done tomorrow - which I have to 'cause all of my favorite people are coming over to drink wine and talk shit.


Home, sweet home.

This is where I'll be living this summer, fully equipped with the mandatory crime shows on TV and a messy floor.

100

Jaja, da er det ferie for en liten stund. I dag har jeg hvina over premieren på den åttende sesongen av SYTYCD. Vi får faenmeg inn Fox som en av gratiskanalene våre og jeg kunne se det da det faktisk ble sendt for første gang noensinne. I går var jeg pisse forbanna for at jeg ikke fant en bar som skulle vise episoden. For et liv, hva?

Dette er mitt 100. blogginnlegg her. Gratulerer. Takk.

The newest episode of Between Two Ferns is pretty brilliant. Like all of them. English, hello.

Hair

My hair went from this:



to this:


in four weeks.

Heyoooo!

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Skulle tro

Jeg spiser Tyrkisk peber og ser femte filmen på tre dager. Skulle tro det var sommerferie.


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Sånn går no dagan

Ooooh life, is bigger, it's bigger than you and you are not me.
(Hilsen R.E.M.)

I dag har jeg kjøpt to par sandaler, sett på to raringer filme noe tull i Bryant Park, spist burger ved Times Square, sett The Virgin Suicides, unngått oppgaveskriving på høyt nivå. Halvannen uke igjen. Jeg vil være her for alltid.

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Blog app

I bought a blog app for my phone. I can now easily blog on the go. This will make my life better.

Here's a photo because I want to try that out:





It's from school.

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And Then There Was One

It's so bizarre to suddenly be all alone in my apartment after nine days of constant company. I'm sitting on the floor where their air mattress used to be with the TV on in the living room so it won't be so quiet. Unfortunately the people on TV were talking about some guy breaking into people's apartments in NYC and the serial killer on Long Island. Maybe quietness would've been better.

A piece of my plastic tooth chipped off today and I really don't want to deal with that shit 1) in New York (or anywhere else outside of Oslo, really), 2) at this point in time, in the middle of TriBeCa Film Festival and right before my exams, 3) ever, anywhere.

I met my favorite professor at the film festival today. We talked for a bit and he's so nice and awesome and it was weird to see him outside of school and I was awkward as per usual.

Fuck, I'm hating this tooth thing. Fuck fuck fuck.

Yes, that can be my next tweet

http://yes.thatcan.be/my/next/tweet/ is so goddamn entertaining:

Maybe he's probably doomed to enjoy warm weather and aunt arrives at life. Now in Central Park.

Tim Gunn is extremely unattractive. Trent Reznor won a movie pitch be? I forgot about to. It feels funny.

I could be. Your tweets make me so excited about it. Köser meg til Oslo.Nok en veldig pornografisk ut.

If you're into analogue photography. Just saw a plate of it then. Hvordan kom du i morgen, ikke i morgen.

Hvordan ble frisyren til utlandet etter voldtektene i dag? Hils kjentfolk!

HOLY SHIT SHUT THE FUCK UP GODDAMMIT Really, dude. Stop talking so much. Fuck, I wish. Skal huske det.

Fuck, I wish I'd much rather waste time today. Possibly more pages. An international women's film turned.

Just saw skaters and a six-pack of film student in a guy turning and spinning on my favorite @spotastic.

Were you doing this because I feel like I'm so long. pfff. Pro: everything.

I see you again. One drink soda. And there now, self? Although I always forget why I wish.

Å herregud hva har trua!!! Smask! A pony. Or a thing? Almost 25 degrees Celsius in Oslo.

Just entertain me some amusing shit right now. I tripped without falling while taking this until 6pm.

Shoulda, shoulda, shoulda

I bought a new pink lipstick to celebrate/cheer myself up (I don't know which one yet).


The flash makes it look a lot more pink than it is.


I should write my paper(s), I should finish cleaning my room, I should go grocery shopping. I'm watching episode after episode of Mad Men instead. I'm hooked, but that Don Draper is an asshole.

Favorite things

My favorite thing to do when I'm hungover is to fill the sink with ice-cold water and dip my face in it over and over. My second favorite thing is to get unhealthy food delivered to my apartment.

Fall 2011

Introduction to Social Psychology

What role does social influence play in our lives? How do we form stereotypes? A series of
lectures and films introduce the perspectives and research methods of social psychology.
The class also learns to analyze social situations and events encountered in everyday life.
Topics discussed include social cognition; self-perception and self-esteem; perceptions of
others, attitudes, and persuasion; stereotypes, prejudice, and discrimination; intergroup
conflict, obedience, and conformity; aggression and altruism; and human relationships and
attraction. The class closes by considering how we participate in the construction of social
realities.

This quite possibly sounds like the most interesting class ever.

In similar news: the course catalog for next semester is out and I want to take a filmmaking class and a photography class and a psychology class and a screenwriting class and a philosophy class and a film theory class and another filmmaking class and and and, but I don't think I can handle more than five classes (I've only had four per semester so far) and I don't know if my bank account can handle more than four.

The Mask

I bought my first facial mask ever today and now I'm wearing it. (Do you use "wearing" when talking about a facial mask?)

Introspective

What I missed out on in the social interaction department last night, I definitely made up for today. What a crazy evening. I'm continually reminded of the fact that I'm not the shy 18-year-old me who's scared of looking people in the eyes. My smalltalk skills have skyrocketed from non-existent to willingly talking to strangers for hours. I did that tonight.

I went to this improv show by myself and a girl new to the show started asking me questions while we were standing in line and I hung out with her and her boyfriend the rest of the evening. She's Swedish, the kind that actually grew up there and speaks the language, but her family moved to California about five years ago. This is where these guys still live, they were just visiting New York for a couple of days. They were fun and we talked to some other people in line and I'm never gonna see any of them again. I find that to be such a scary thought. Maybe it's more bizarre than scary. I didn't get any numbers, I don't even know if I got all of their names correct.

People I've met the last few years don't believe me when I say I'm shy, 'cause apparently I'm not anymore. I'm really liking this outgoing me, it's the beginning of something big.

Here's a photo I took at MoMA today when I went to see the Norwegian film Happy, Happy (Sykt lykkelig) at the New Directors/New Films film festival. I really liked it and after the screening this new version of me went up to the director to tell her I liked her movie.


I think it's pretty fitting to the overall theme of this post. I'm being introspective while suddenly finding myself in these new situations.

Beep!

Our fire alarm is malfunctioning and I got it a new battery just a few weeks ago. It keeps beeping like this once every minute. (Well, it was beeping like that until I took the battery out.) SHUT UP.

Slabbedask

I kveld skulle jeg egentlig på et meetup.com-treff, men bestemte meg istedenfor å bestille garlic knots, pizza og Snapple og være hjemme aleine og se på TV. Og jeg som klager over at jeg trenger å møte flere folk, hah. Men jeg var faktisk på CouchSurfing-treff på torsdag så det får være ukas møte nye mennesker-event. Jeg kommer nok til å fortsette å dra på det, så det er i hvert fall noe.

Om ca. 45 minutter er det Earth Hour, da skal jeg sitte i mørket og spise pizza og se på 30 Rock. Det blir ok.

Her er noen bilder for å gjøre dette blogginnlegget litt mer levende.


Et, uh, lighthouse (lyshus? nei, hva heter det på norsk?) ved George Washington Bridge på Manhattan.


Middagen min i dag. Under Snapple-korken står det at "Miami installed the first ATM for rollerbladers."

God kveld!

Bang! Bang!

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!
I officially have bangs again. I cut it myself earlier today and they look very newly cut, but it's a start.

Blogging schmogging

Jeg liker å lese venners blogger, men e'kke noe flink til å blogge sjøl. Alt handler liksom om Twitter for meg, jeg er ganske flink til å twitre. Jeg er i hvert fall veldig aktiv. Sjekk det ut da vel: twitter.com/gssn eller noe sånt.

Var på overraskelsesbesøk i Oslo forrige helg, det var artig. Hei hei. Hadde spring break og i ettertid har jeg funnet ut at jeg godt kunne vært et par dager lenger i Oslo for jeg gjorde ingenting de første dagene tilbake i New York. Ikke så mye de neste dagene heller, men jeg fikk skrevet ferdig (en elendig) midterm som skal leveres i morgen og kosa meg i 20+-gradersværet på fredag da roomie og jeg stakk til Union Square på kvelden og spiste is og så på skatere og bikere (og med det mener jeg ikke motorsyklister, men sånne kule sykler som man kan trikse og mikse med).

I dag har det visst snødd, men jeg så bare spor etter regn på vinduet da jeg, uten briller (jeg har ikke mista dem), såvidt titta ut gjennom gittervinduet mitt etter å ha våkna.

Jeg savner Oslo og innimellom tenker jeg på at livet mitt hadde vært mye bedre sosialt om jeg ikke hadde flytta derfra. Og så tenker jeg på at jeg kanskje kan flytte tilbake til høsten, men så tenker jeg også at jeg vil bo i New York. Hva skal jeg gjøre i Oslo, liksom? Jeg vil jo studere film/media/screenwriting/filosofi/psykologi/kjønnsstudier (aka Liberal Arts) i New York, men jeg vil også ha det gøy med venna mine hver uke. Faen for et liv.

Og ellers så hater jeg fortsatt blogg-URL-en min. Flottiflott.

Screenwriting homework

Our homework was to write a specific kind of scene without being too explicit. Did I achieve this? Please help me. (I might've made it too long for what the prof. wanted, but whatevsss. First draft.)

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1. Sarah is standing in front of the full-length mirror in her dorm wearing nothing but underwear and black tights. Her hair is loose in a “just got out of bed” way that takes forever to achieve. She is holding up a simple black dress in one hand and a blue and red flower-patterned one in the other, covering herself with each of them in order.

The black one gets tossed in one of the two piles of clothes on her bed a few feet away. She picks up a red sleeveless dress from the other pile and holds it up against her after considering the flower dress once more. The clothes on the bed seem to be able to fill up her closet times two; it’s a mystery how she hasn’t drowned in dresses a long time ago. The red one wins after some deliberation. She slips it over her head and zips it up.

The make-up station on her desk is next. She empties her cocktail glass while sitting down and refills it with another vodka tonic. Her legs are crossed under the table and she’s shaking them hard enough to almost make her spill the drink. She takes a big sip before applying mascara. Her hands are not as steady as they could be and it causes her to mess it up. A tipsy laugh fills the room before she cleans up the mascara and manages to apply it correctly. By the time her make-up is done, she has finished the cocktail.

Before leaving the room in her purple pumps and black coat, she pours herself some more vodka. She picks up the tonic bottle, but decides against it and shots the vodka pure.

Where is she going? What is her state of mind?

2. Sarah stumbles drunkenly into the room, kicks off her shoes and tosses her coat towards the chair. The coat hits the floor instead. She passes her mirror and laughs when she sees herself. Her smudged out make-up makes her look like a panda, she’s showing off too much underwear because her dress somehow got tucked in her tights and there’s a big tear in the right leg of the tights. She sits herself down in front of the mirror, but falls over before she makes it. She starts ripping her tights completely into pieces and laughs while doing it. When she’s pleased with the work she has done, she crawls over to the bed and passes out with whatever intact clothes she’s still wearing.

How was her evening?