Tell me whyyyyy you cried,
and why you liiiiiiied to me.
I saw A Hard Day's Night last night and I've fallen in love with The Beatles on another level once again. John Lennon was murdered 28 years and 13 days ago. I want an Imagine tattoo. And I want to see the rest of their movies and read all their books (I don't know if any of them besides Lennon wrote books, but if they did I want to read them).
I've always liked their music, I sort of grew up with them because they're mom's favorite band. But I never appreciated it in the way it should be appreciated. Seeing Across The Universe for the first time earlier this year opened my eyes and ears to more of their music and the phenomenon that is The Beatles and now I can't get enough of them.
Everyone, even the ones who don't like their music, has to acknowledge the impact they have had on the musical history. That's a fact and there's no denying it.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Framtida
Jeg burde lese til dokumentareksamen som er i morgen, men istedenfor sitter jeg her etter å ha sett x antall episoder av serier jeg følger med på. Jeg har klart meg greit på eksamen før uten at jeg har lest nevneverdig. Det årnær sæ nok uansett, på en eller annen måte.
Gleder meg til ferie. Gleder meg også til å starte med emnet Fjernsyn etter jul, det lover bra. For tida drømmer jeg om å ta bachelorgraden min i New York (jeg har på meg I heart NY-t-skjorte) og jeg har sånn halvveis begynt søknadsprosessen. Tidligere i høst har jeg gleda meg til å komme hjem til mamma for å fortelle henne alle de nye planene jeg har for framtida, de har nemlig forandra seg hver gang jeg har vært hjemme. Først var det å flytte hjem neste høst og jobbe for så å jobbe frivillig i Berlin og/eller Lisboa. Så ville jeg gå på skole i New Zealand og gangen etter det var det i Canada rundt Toronto. Nå er det i New York. Og denne gangen tror jeg det kommer til å sitte litt lenger. Det er litt av en by.
Tjue er foreløpig ikke noe særlig annerledes enn nitten, men jeg liker det.
Gleder meg til ferie. Gleder meg også til å starte med emnet Fjernsyn etter jul, det lover bra. For tida drømmer jeg om å ta bachelorgraden min i New York (jeg har på meg I heart NY-t-skjorte) og jeg har sånn halvveis begynt søknadsprosessen. Tidligere i høst har jeg gleda meg til å komme hjem til mamma for å fortelle henne alle de nye planene jeg har for framtida, de har nemlig forandra seg hver gang jeg har vært hjemme. Først var det å flytte hjem neste høst og jobbe for så å jobbe frivillig i Berlin og/eller Lisboa. Så ville jeg gå på skole i New Zealand og gangen etter det var det i Canada rundt Toronto. Nå er det i New York. Og denne gangen tror jeg det kommer til å sitte litt lenger. Det er litt av en by.
Tjue er foreløpig ikke noe særlig annerledes enn nitten, men jeg liker det.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Teen years
This is my last week as a teenager. I will never be a teenager in Oslo again. Tomorrow is my last day in Norway as a teenager. I'm turning 20 next Wednesday, the 26th. I'm not as sentimental as I seem, it's just a weird thought. I feel kinda old, but I know I'm still young. Twenty years. There are so many things I haven't done yet, but I'm pretty content with where I am in life. And I think I got an A on my Film History exam, but I have to double check when StudentWeb is up and running again tonight 'cause I don't really believe it.
Going to Amsterdam tomorrow with some people from my class, we're going to the International Documentary Film Festival there. I'm excited. And after that I'm going to Copenhagen and then to Oslo. As someone in her twenties. I'll be in Copenhagen on my birthday.
Listening to Westlife now, while being nostalgic? I don't know. I liked them when I entered the teen yearsand I still like them now when I'm leaving the teen years. Wow.
My life is good, it really is. And it has been. I've had some bad times during these years, but I'm too positive to not be content and think happy thoughts about it all. It all made me who I am today, or some cliche like that, and I like who I am today most of the time.
Nineteen was great. Here's to hoping twenty will be even better. Cheers.
Going to Amsterdam tomorrow with some people from my class, we're going to the International Documentary Film Festival there. I'm excited. And after that I'm going to Copenhagen and then to Oslo. As someone in her twenties. I'll be in Copenhagen on my birthday.
Listening to Westlife now, while being nostalgic? I don't know. I liked them when I entered the teen years
My life is good, it really is. And it has been. I've had some bad times during these years, but I'm too positive to not be content and think happy thoughts about it all. It all made me who I am today, or some cliche like that, and I like who I am today most of the time.
Nineteen was great. Here's to hoping twenty will be even better. Cheers.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Speaking words of wisdom
Sooooooooooooooo. Halloween was on Friday. There was a Halloween party at the student "bar" this Saturday. I went with my friends, dressed as someone from the 80's, in a not very thoroughly done costume. My friends were dressed as James Bond, an emo and Queen of Hearts (yes, a playing card). The latter was the best costume there, oh man! She'd talked about it quite a bit in advance, she bought it when she was in Minnesota for a school semester last year and I had huge expectations and they were totally met! It was awesome.
The evening was also very fun. I went to my emo friend a couple of hours before we went to the student pub, Bingo'n. We just chillaxed (my favorite word of the day) and yeah. Then we went to Bingo'n and it was kinda not-so-fun the first hour, the rest of our friends weren't there yet and not a lot of people in general were there. We met a random dude with a scary mask outside and it creeped me out a little bit. And some of the decorations were scary, but not as scary as expected. Thennnnnn a lot more people showed up eventually and then James Bond and Queen of Hearts came a little tipsy and the rest of the evening was hilaaaaar (my second favorite word of the day - a short version of hilarious).
Well, I gradually started to get more tipsy and we danced to crappy dance music until Bingo'n closed. I lost people and went to buy a kebab and then I found people after buying the kebab. The emo went home (hahah, not because she was emo, she was tired and it was late) and the very drunk Queen of Hearts (QoH) decided to go to another bar and James Bond and I joined her. At this point we were all kinda drunk though, but Queen of Hearts... phew. Haha, she was adorable.
The other two danced while a (cute and) very forward guy tried to hit on me. It didn't work. James Bond got a dude on the hook though, some creepy guy who followed us when we left even though we told him not to. We followed QoH home and the guy did too, I finally got him to leave when we were actually inside QoH's dorm. Bluh. And on our way there I kissed a statue, wow.
The last bus home to me had left a long time ago so I had to sleep at Bond's place and we left QoH's place, after about 100 meters we started talking to a random guy who wouldn't tell us what he's studying and we wanted to know and we stopped some other random guys to get them to try to guess what the first random guy was studying and wtf. It was bizarre. We had to pee and went back to QoH's place to borrow her toilet, and Bond had left her tequila bottle in some bushes outside Bingo'n because she couldn't bring it in there and we had to go get that too. And we hung out at QoH's place for a bit, I danced to Arctic Monkeys while Bond took pictures on QoH's Mac and then we all joined in and now she has some wicked funny pictures on it. She sent me some today and I laughed and laughed. Aw. I'm lying on the floor after dancing and QoH's is lying on the bed in the background and my leg is sticking up on the side of the picture because I wanted to be in it but I was too tired to get up and wow.
Haha, this got long and it's probably not funny to anyone but me, but I wanna remember it and it really was a hilarious evening. Bond and I bought Ben&Jerry's on our way to her place and we ate that while watching Dr. Phil the next morning. I went to bed at 7:30pm. Oh, hungoverness.
Oh and sometime before the emo went home, we shotted some tequila in the middle of the street. With the salt and the lemon and everything. And we live in Norway and it's cold. Next time I'm bringing my video camera.
The evening was also very fun. I went to my emo friend a couple of hours before we went to the student pub, Bingo'n. We just chillaxed (my favorite word of the day) and yeah. Then we went to Bingo'n and it was kinda not-so-fun the first hour, the rest of our friends weren't there yet and not a lot of people in general were there. We met a random dude with a scary mask outside and it creeped me out a little bit. And some of the decorations were scary, but not as scary as expected. Thennnnnn a lot more people showed up eventually and then James Bond and Queen of Hearts came a little tipsy and the rest of the evening was hilaaaaar (my second favorite word of the day - a short version of hilarious).
Well, I gradually started to get more tipsy and we danced to crappy dance music until Bingo'n closed. I lost people and went to buy a kebab and then I found people after buying the kebab. The emo went home (hahah, not because she was emo, she was tired and it was late) and the very drunk Queen of Hearts (QoH) decided to go to another bar and James Bond and I joined her. At this point we were all kinda drunk though, but Queen of Hearts... phew. Haha, she was adorable.
The other two danced while a (cute and) very forward guy tried to hit on me. It didn't work. James Bond got a dude on the hook though, some creepy guy who followed us when we left even though we told him not to. We followed QoH home and the guy did too, I finally got him to leave when we were actually inside QoH's dorm. Bluh. And on our way there I kissed a statue, wow.
The last bus home to me had left a long time ago so I had to sleep at Bond's place and we left QoH's place, after about 100 meters we started talking to a random guy who wouldn't tell us what he's studying and we wanted to know and we stopped some other random guys to get them to try to guess what the first random guy was studying and wtf. It was bizarre. We had to pee and went back to QoH's place to borrow her toilet, and Bond had left her tequila bottle in some bushes outside Bingo'n because she couldn't bring it in there and we had to go get that too. And we hung out at QoH's place for a bit, I danced to Arctic Monkeys while Bond took pictures on QoH's Mac and then we all joined in and now she has some wicked funny pictures on it. She sent me some today and I laughed and laughed. Aw. I'm lying on the floor after dancing and QoH's is lying on the bed in the background and my leg is sticking up on the side of the picture because I wanted to be in it but I was too tired to get up and wow.
Haha, this got long and it's probably not funny to anyone but me, but I wanna remember it and it really was a hilarious evening. Bond and I bought Ben&Jerry's on our way to her place and we ate that while watching Dr. Phil the next morning. I went to bed at 7:30pm. Oh, hungoverness.
Oh and sometime before the emo went home, we shotted some tequila in the middle of the street. With the salt and the lemon and everything. And we live in Norway and it's cold. Next time I'm bringing my video camera.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Berlin
I went to Berlin yesterday with three friends. We went to see Of Montreal live at this small club in Kreuzberg. We got back home today. The trip was awesome, we saw lots of Kreuzberg and Friedrichshain and that's mostly it, but we only had a day there, so. Those are the neighborhoods we're all most interested in anywayssssss, with the underground scene and whatnot. The concert was cool and we stayed up late. Who woulda thunk it would be so difficult to find an open bar at 2am on a Sunday in Berlin. We managed. I wanna move there, for realz. I took some pictures, too few unfortunately, but the best of them are uploaded to my flickr profile. flickr.com/photos/rompetaske. Eskil brought his video camera and we have filmed some stupid and funny and crazy and weird videos. Awesome.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Late night irritation
Wtf, Katy Perry is all the things wrong with women reasons men oppress women combined, but she sure knows how to make a catchy pop song.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Blogging og filmer og reiser
Skreiv dette på mobilen 4. august 2008:
Jeg lurer på om jeg kanskje skal gjøre om dette til en slags reiseblogg. Har vært hjemme fra New York i halvannen måned, så har jo ikke noe mer å skrive om det. Bare at jeg savner det sykt. Har tatt mye buss i det siste. Først til København for å være noen dager i sommerhuset mamma hadde leid et stykke utafor byen, var ålreit (jeg la ut noen bilder på min flickr-profil for en del uker sida). Tok båt hjemat med brorsan og mor. Noen dager etter det tok jeg buss tur-retur Lillehammer for å se på høyskolen der som jeg skal begynne på om ei uke. Har hytte rett utafor byen, så sov der. Pappa+1 var der og kjørte meg rundt. Leste ferdig Beatles for andre gang og begynte på nytt på bussturen hjem.
Jeg leste den ikke ferdig den tredje gangen. Begynte å lese Bly for andre gang da jeg kom hjem, men har ikke giddi å lese den ferdig heller. Vil egentlig ikke begynne på den siste boka (Bisettelsen) fordi noen dør (jeg veit vel egentlig hvem, men ikke si det fordetom) og jeg vil ikke at noen av dem skal dø. "Det er jo bare en bok" yada yada.
Jeg er fortsatt i Lillehammer, trives på skolen og folka her er bra. Byen er mindre bra, men nå er jeg vant til det. Vant til at butikken er et kvarter unna på sykkel, at siste bussen går kvart på ett onsdag til fredag, at det aldri er en dritt å finne på bortsett fra quiz noen dager og øl.
Jeg har fortsatt lyst til å ta bacheloren min i New Zealand, ser i skolekatalogene nesten hver kveld etter at jeg har lagt meg. Nerd? Hah. Jeg har det fint. På tirsdag ville jeg for første gang som jeg kan huske se en film som ville få meg til å gråte. Dessverre så vi The Piano på skolen som ikke var gråtemateriale at all. Brukte et kvarter på biblioteket på skolen i dag til å finne en gråtefilm å leie, vi får se om jeg klarte det når jeg ser filmen. Jeg lånte en del andre filmer også.
Magnolia (som forhåpentligvis får meg til å gråte)
Jenter
Vinterkyss (vi så den på skolen i går, men jeg måtte skulke for å jobbe med oppgaveinnlevering, gruer meg egentlig til å se den haha)
Metropolis (fordi den Fritz Lang-filmen vi har på pensum, M, var awesome)
Junebug (den ser søt ut)
Tror ikke jeg gidder å se noen av dem i kveld, er i Scrubs-modus.
Skal til Berlin med noen venner om ikke så lenge, vi skal på Of Montreal-konsert. Glær mæ ææææææ! Og i slutten av november (forhåpentligvis på bursdagen min!) skal klassen på dokumentarfilmfestival i Amsterdam! Og jeg vil ta flere piercinger i øra.
Sånn kan det gå, sa brura og stappa kuken i vepsebolet
Jeg lurer på om jeg kanskje skal gjøre om dette til en slags reiseblogg. Har vært hjemme fra New York i halvannen måned, så har jo ikke noe mer å skrive om det. Bare at jeg savner det sykt. Har tatt mye buss i det siste. Først til København for å være noen dager i sommerhuset mamma hadde leid et stykke utafor byen, var ålreit (jeg la ut noen bilder på min flickr-profil for en del uker sida). Tok båt hjemat med brorsan og mor. Noen dager etter det tok jeg buss tur-retur Lillehammer for å se på høyskolen der som jeg skal begynne på om ei uke. Har hytte rett utafor byen, så sov der. Pappa+1 var der og kjørte meg rundt. Leste ferdig Beatles for andre gang og begynte på nytt på bussturen hjem.
Jeg leste den ikke ferdig den tredje gangen. Begynte å lese Bly for andre gang da jeg kom hjem, men har ikke giddi å lese den ferdig heller. Vil egentlig ikke begynne på den siste boka (Bisettelsen) fordi noen dør (jeg veit vel egentlig hvem, men ikke si det fordetom) og jeg vil ikke at noen av dem skal dø. "Det er jo bare en bok" yada yada.
Jeg er fortsatt i Lillehammer, trives på skolen og folka her er bra. Byen er mindre bra, men nå er jeg vant til det. Vant til at butikken er et kvarter unna på sykkel, at siste bussen går kvart på ett onsdag til fredag, at det aldri er en dritt å finne på bortsett fra quiz noen dager og øl.
Jeg har fortsatt lyst til å ta bacheloren min i New Zealand, ser i skolekatalogene nesten hver kveld etter at jeg har lagt meg. Nerd? Hah. Jeg har det fint. På tirsdag ville jeg for første gang som jeg kan huske se en film som ville få meg til å gråte. Dessverre så vi The Piano på skolen som ikke var gråtemateriale at all. Brukte et kvarter på biblioteket på skolen i dag til å finne en gråtefilm å leie, vi får se om jeg klarte det når jeg ser filmen. Jeg lånte en del andre filmer også.
Magnolia (som forhåpentligvis får meg til å gråte)
Jenter
Vinterkyss (vi så den på skolen i går, men jeg måtte skulke for å jobbe med oppgaveinnlevering, gruer meg egentlig til å se den haha)
Metropolis (fordi den Fritz Lang-filmen vi har på pensum, M, var awesome)
Junebug (den ser søt ut)
Tror ikke jeg gidder å se noen av dem i kveld, er i Scrubs-modus.
Skal til Berlin med noen venner om ikke så lenge, vi skal på Of Montreal-konsert. Glær mæ ææææææ! Og i slutten av november (forhåpentligvis på bursdagen min!) skal klassen på dokumentarfilmfestival i Amsterdam! Og jeg vil ta flere piercinger i øra.
Sånn kan det gå, sa brura og stappa kuken i vepsebolet
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