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[18 Oct 2003|01:48am] |
Evidently, the eyes are places I did not expect them to be. I suppose this ends the final chapter of ~parodyofgirl. If you wish to stay in touch, I can be reached on MSN at hokkisveis@hotmail.com, which is also my e-mail adress.
Du veit kven du er;
I staden for å spre det som står her til andre kan du jo spørja deg sjølv kvifor eg velg å skriva om ting til vilt framande i staden for å snakka om det med "bestevenninnene" mine.
Eg tykkjer og at det er heilt utruleg av deg å lesa dette her, stjela deg til eit innblikk i tankar eg aldri hadde tenkt du skulle få sjå (av den grunn at eg ikkje stolar på deg, tydeligvis med rette), og allikevel ikkje ta kontakt med meg.
Eg beklagar at eg ikkje vil fortsetja å vera laurdagsunderhaldninga di. Du finn sikkert nok av andre grunner til å baksnakka meg, men du vil ikkje finna dei her.
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[11 Oct 2003|11:24pm] |
Guess who forgot her visa electrone on her way to the infamous Oslo-shopping spree?
*raises hand*
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[06 Oct 2003|09:52pm] |
What better way to beguin your week off than surrounded by kleenex, cough syrup, and horrible American sitcoms from the 80's?
I need someone to make me some hot chocolate.
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[01 Oct 2003|08:13pm] |
Because I find huge granny-underwear extremely arrousing. Roar.
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[01 Oct 2003|06:38pm] |
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[30 Sep 2003|08:19pm] |
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When did my life become such a goddamn puddle of anxiety?
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[30 Sep 2003|08:14pm] |
bus scenario:
Me and a friend were taking the bus home from school, and one of The Friends got on it. Amanda waved at her, Elisabeth waved back and started walking towards us, then spotted me, and found a seat way in the front of the bus.
When we had to change busses (since both me and Elisabeth were going to Bryne), I got on it before her and walked to the seat where she knows I always sit. She walks towards it, spots me, and then turns away.
Er, yeah. This is so much fun.
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[30 Sep 2003|12:00am] |
Fra MSN:
Arnstein sier:
...Koffor prøve du å vera så tøff alltid Signe?.. Ver et som et barn heller.. sånn som du har lyst te.. Det e den Signe eg savne..
Whatever.
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[29 Sep 2003|12:50pm] |
&I want to be lost in your voice again
I wish that I was still naive enough to believe that there is something good out there. I wish for Nangilima- to die and wake up again in a place much more beautiful than what I have here. But truth is that as long as there will be humans, there will be evil. And I am a part of all this.
Disillusionment knocked on my door the other day, and there is nothing I can do to repair the entrance after it's visit. Because it came, and things will never be the same again. But oh, I hope that someone will be there, ready with a band-aid, some chinese food, and a comforting touch.
&I want to be lost in your voice again
to see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing
- except you
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[29 Sep 2003|11:04am] |
I lost patience with trying to make a new layout, and ended up just using the generator one. If any of you guys feel like helping me out (=making me a nifty layout :P), feel free.
Bah, headache. First day away from school already. And it's only been a month.
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[28 Sep 2003|06:56pm] |
I just logged onto MSN just to see the nicks of a girl that I used to be friends with, and two girls that more or less followed me around all last year (because, as you all know, I'm extremely popular, and cool, and 1337, and.. Well, you get the picture.), who I found utterly annoying. But not as disturbing as the fact that all three of them had identical nicks, about how this sucky-ass band "kicks ass," followed by an insane ammount of exclamation points. Which means that the one girl I did like probably lost whatever brain cells she had left over summer hollidays (she's at an exchange in the U.S. I blame this on the American Edsjukaichonn system!). And that the three of them have developed a sort of friendship together. And that I feel left out. Without really having any reason to, as I only like one of them. But I just feel that all my "friends" are slipping through my hands- and that I avoid doing whatever little I can do to stop it. Bye bye, social life.
I feel sad.
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[28 Sep 2003|01:36pm] |
Real life is not all what it's cracked up to be. I actually ended up having fun at the party last night. Wich made me think about how long it's been since I've felt that I was there simply because people wanted me to. And it wasn't with my friends, but with people that I've only known of, but never really talked to.
As for my "best friends," I haven't talked to any of them for over a month. I'm just upset by the fact that they never bother to tell me anything- like Elisabeth finally getting to go out with Arnstein, or Marthe going to Poland for two weeks- or even answer my e-mails or sms's. Which doesn't exactly make me feel wanted. So I've told them (not gotten a reply from any of them), and I can't get over how it almost doesn't hurt at all. It's a little awkward, but it doesn't hurt. And maybe I'm just being cold and stubborn here, but I'm sick of this. It's been going on for like four years, and I'm sick of always being the one who has to make contact.
To quote ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) yum_, "I'm currently accepting applications for new friends."
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[27 Sep 2003|04:38pm] |
The Ultimate LiveJournal Obsession Test
| | Category | Your Score | Average LJer | | Community Attachment | 27.96%
You've got pals to cheer you up when you're down, but no audience to applaud you... Yet. | 24.62% | | MemeSheepage | 19.3%
Only trendy when it's sufficiently entertaining | 30.42% | | Original Content | 41.94%
Some stories must be told - and you're the one to tell them | 40.26% | | Psychodrama Quotient | 18.07%
Your dark side's safe with us | 16.92% | | Attention Whoring | 27.27%
You do a little dance whenever someone friends you | 21.6% | |
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[27 Sep 2003|04:01pm] |
I forgot. I have to have a mini-speech in Norwegian class (first period, Monday morning), and I don't know what it should be about. It should be something that matters to teenagers.
Suggestions?
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[27 Sep 2003|03:53pm] |
Since my life has been so thrilling and interesting lately, I haven't been able to update my livejournal. Or rather, I haven't had anything interesting to post about.
Buisy days. It's kind of annoying, because I never see myself finding time to do all the stuff that I have to do. And when I do have time, instead of doing it, I waste it complaining about it on the internet. Ah, procastination. :)
Went to a sleepover last night. With Ingrid, Siri, a girl named Maria (who I didn't know until then- she seems really cool. She's the kind of person that's really easy to get to know.), and - sigh - Hilde. She sits next to me at school, and I hate her guts. I've never met a person that annoying in my entire life. She gets really good grades, but she's just a complete moron. And all she ever talks about is Pirates of the Caribbean and Orlando Bloom. She acts like she's twelve. And, gah. I've had it. So when she invited herself to the sleepover I nearly died. Ah, my petty social problems, heh. :P But I found an ally in both Ingrid and Maria, so it was okay. I'm just hoping that we'll switch seats soon, or someone's going to die a quite painful death.
And today I promised to go to a birthday party. But I don't really want to, because I'm tired and exhausted (I had an asthma attack in the middle of the night, not fun). So I don't know how long I'll be there. And I really don't want to meet the people. Obviously I like the girl who's celebrating her birthday, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have promised to come. It's just that I decided to stop hanging with the Christians in my area because of the environment. It's sad, because a couple of them I really like. I've just had it with the rest of them. Gr. But we'll see.
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[22 Sep 2003|04:43pm] |
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My life is so much fun. Just one big fucking comedy, isn't it?
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[15 Sep 2003|06:57pm] |
Would anyone be interested in hosting a small, small personal site entitled formulae?
It's mostly for writing.
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[14 Sep 2003|01:15pm] |
What the hell do I have to do to get some goddamn pease of mind?
I want to move out. Badly. Another climax. But there's no chance in hell that I can afford that now. Because as an insurance to my parents, they have put all my money in a bank account that I can't touch until I'm through with school. Why? I suppose they see how they affect me.
I can't wait 'til this shit is over.
Maybe I should just get pregnant or something.
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[13 Sep 2003|01:34pm] |
Mom just walked in here:
Her: Do you want me to bring you home some voting notes?
Me: Errr...
Her: I know that Senterpartiet (the party she votes for) has a lot left. Wink, wink.
Me: Why?
Her: OH, THAT'S RIGHT- YOU CAN'T VOTE! *insane, evil laughter*
Mom closes door.
Right.
Anyone want to trade parents?
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