Paper Cut

In the spirit of sharing, I can inform the world that I have cut my own hair today with a pair of paper scissors. And that with great success! I probably don't qualify as a hairdresser, but as long as it my own head I'm terrorizing, I have no fear of prosecution. Funny how when you're trying to let your hair grow, it seems like it's in a state of shock - completely paralysed. But when I want to keep it short, it's growing so fast I have to cut my undercut every three weeks. It is probably due to my nutritious diet and healthy lifestyle I am leading. I'm positive.

Tonight its Club Pony night at the Harley here in Sheffield. When I mentioned earlier that I've fallen in love with DQ on Fridays, Club Pony has to take a lot of the credit. But as they 'return to the Harley' tonight, that is where I will be; both feet at the dance floor, a straw in mouth and a gin&tonic in hand. Because, apparently, the Harley is all about gin. Gin and music.

As we all know, there's always a good occasion to celebrate and to party. So tonight's chosen grand celebration, is the fantastic Labour day! Not that I feel particularly sympathetic towards the Labour Party here in the UK, but as a hard working (former) labourer, I feel a strong urge to welcome May 1st as the clock ticks midnight, and celebrate! Call it what you want, I believe it only shows what a hard-working young person I am. After all, we are the youth of today, but world leaders of tomorrow. YES!

So my suggestion to those of you fortunate enough to read this, is to join me and celebrate all those taxpayers who, because of their hard labour, have allowed me to chill out at the Harley with Club Pony.

Cheers!

Mango Squash

Gooosh, about 4 months since I managed to write anything whatsoever. Pretty bad for someone who pretends to study journalism. But to tell you the truth, the reason behind my lack of productivity is the amount of fun I've had. It's wierd how lots of fun equals no posts, but it just came to a point where too much stuff was going on, and I didn't know where to start.

With that said, I can try to sum up what I've been up to in a few (many) words:

December: Home to Norway for Christmas, spent 1 week with the family and 1 week with skiing and friends.

January: Kick off start with skiing 1 week in Tignes, France with Sheffski. Back to Sheff, crammed in a bus with smelly skiers, the longest 24 hours of my life. Spent a week alone revising in surprisingly snowy Sheffield. The country came to a halt, and I laughed at silly freezing Brits. 2 weeks of horrible exams.

February: Me and Lucy took advantage of Ryanair's silly silly prices and went to Norway for a week. Lucy was freezing in -13 degrees, but the snus made her happy. The 3 remaining weeks consisted of nothing but alcohol. We fell in love with DQ on Fridays. Nuff said.

March: My birthday, celebrated over several all day/night cocktail sessions at the Old house. Got wee'd (urinated) on, bought lots of second hand clothes, acted like a twat most of the time, and did no proper school work. Gave myself the price for being the biggest loser. Went home for Easter.

April: Easter holiday and 3 weeks in Norway doing nothing/skiing/nothing. Managed 1 week with the family out of 3, which in itself is pretty impressive. Money spent, no money saved (Norway is have failed massively in their alcohol politics. You don't drink less even though it's expensive. You just have to rob a bank or turn to prostitution). Got back to full spring-sunny-warm Sheffield. Computer died, was left 1,5 weeks with no internet, no life. Got a new laptop. Did quite a lot of Uni-work, but not enough.

Wow, the last 4 months of my life went past just as quickly as it took me to write that down. Only thing that forces me to realise that it's not 3 months until exams is the fact that today I wore a t shirt and shorts. Definitely different from Norway. Definitely not enough time until exams. Definitely gonna hate myself for my lack of 'doing'.

Camera is unfortunately left in the Mother country, but seeing Mum and Sophie are coming over to visit next weekend, it will soon be back. Now it is time for me to try to sort out this essay of mine that I've been neglecting for the last decade. Wish me luck, and in return I'll try to serve my duty as a 'blogger'!

PS: Robinson's Orange & Mango Squash = GOOD SHIT!

Glittery gingerbread

The gingerbread (pepperkake) recipe is up on the fridge just waiting for me to attack it, the decorations are up, the gifts are already wrapped and the old classic tunes are swimming out of spotify. Pretty much set for Christmas now. First time ever in my whole existence that I have been so well prepared. Bring on the 19th!

Was planning on going out tonight on a Disney night. That means, of course (this is England), that I would have to dress up as a random Disney character. But since my butt seems to be glued to this chair, I'm not so sure. The bottle of vodka is in my reach where I sit, so I might just start there and see where it leads. It might lead to a night out as Piglet (Nasse Nøff), or just straight to bed. Oh, the crucial choices we have to make being young in this day and age!

(In Norwegian:)
For dere av jentene som skal på julebordet vårt - jeg har kjøpt gave og den er svær! Og fin og morsom og myk, og jeg skulle gjerne hatt den selv. Måtte den beste kvinne vinne! Gleder meg syyykt lizzom

Delightful treats

Since the November 11th (last post) I've had some tiny sleeping errors, resulting in several hours of sleep during the day, a blank mind and not a great entertainment-value. I have tried to pour my mind onto blogspot, be creative and write something amusing and funny. But no, nothing. I am sorry about that.

On the other hand some really big things have happend. I am now houseless for next year, and with no flatmates as I know of. I've been extremely angry, probably more angry than I've ever been, and also very sad. But one day I might be happy about how it all turned out, even though next year (as of now) didn't go according to plan. I know I write about next year like it's already a part of the past, and in many ways it feels like it. But! I will be the bigger person in this situation and make the best out of it. Everything always work out for nice girls :)

So as a comfy and colourful band-aid, I decided NOT to go and buy Christmas presents (even though I should have), but to buy myself yet anorther (!) pair of sneakers. I know that these delightful treats are very much alike several pair I already have, but.. hush hush!




I have also explored Edinburgh in a fur coat with the ski team, accompanied Lucy to a gig night with some local indie/rock/rap/jazz bands - all in one lovely evening of beer and black leather jackets, and had a romantic date with New Moon and the forever gorgeous Edward Cullen (also known as Robert Pattinson or even better; R-Pat! HA)


The Scottish are thruely dedicated to their culture - even the bus is covered in tartan! The dryslope is however not.

With only three weeks until I go home (yey!) for Christmas, there is really not much to do other than looking forward to just that. People are starting to run out of money, which results in fewer nights out and more time to watch films and sleep. Yes, you heard me right - I did not mention more time to STUDY, cause that it not what I am doing. Hopefully we'll soonishly be given an idea of what and how our exams will be, but until then... ZZZZZzzzzZZZ!


PS: This is what happens if you are drunk enough to fall asleep on the ground after a heavy night.
People have a laugh, and I get my sleep. In a fur coat. In Scotland.

Should, should not

What should I do when I really don't want to do the things I really should have done weeks ago? Should I simply 'bite the bitter apple' as we say in Norway, or postpone everything like usual? Should I read the Sun and pretend I like it, or should I perhaps read about why the Sun is written in the way it is for my tabloid module? WHAT should I do?

Instead of doing all the things I should do, I spend most of my days doing things I don't have to do. And the problem isn't that what I SHOULD do is so god damned boring - it's just the fact that I should do them than makes my brain automaticly twitch and scream in pain.

I might just suffer from winter depression/uselessness, or perhaps I finally feel the side effects of two years bumming around pretending to be a fulltime hippie/hardcore fulltime working chick. I've for example started planning my Christmas shopping, watched the X Factor (go on Jedward!), eaten the rets of my brunost and tomorrow I'm off to Edinburgh and BUDS to watch the best Univeristy dryslope skiers and boarders in the UK. Personally I'll just be watching since I have not a clue in the world how to even get safely down that slippery carpet, but I am sure the weekend will be fun.

Now I'm turning my computer off so that I can read in peace. HAHA

ShuuuuuuuS!

I just got the shoes I ordered last week.
I don't need any more shoes.
I have too many shoes.
I don't have enough room for my shoes.

BUT

I think shoes are pretty.
Feet are ugly without shoes on.
Shoes make me happy.
I (normally) care for my shoes like they were my babies (even though atm they are suffering from mud-attack)
I'll rather eat noodles than not treat myself with new shoes.
I have to eat noodles now.
The day I get a boyfriend who buys me shoes, I know I've hit the jackpot.

AND

If I could be God for one day, I would erase UGG's and any UGG-like boots from the surface of the earth. If someone sent UGG's to space, I would track them down and erase them too. UGG's weren't even cool when Beyonce wore them in 2002.

For more shoe-delights, visit the wonderful Jane Aldridge's blog Sea of Shoes. It might not be the shoes I personally spend my money on, but a little part of me wish I was her. Even if she's only 17.

And a big thanks to Royal Mail for not making me suffer from their stupid strike.

An invation named Karianne

For those of you lucky enough to know both me and Karianne, there should never have been any doubt in your minds that this weekend wouldn't turn out to be epic. For those of you unfortunate not to do so, I believe the pictures at least gives you an idea about the kind of massieness that went down starting Thursday last week.

Superhero Journalism Social on Thursday, followed by a house party in Broomhill on Friday, and finally ended with Scary Tarts at the Union on Saturday. Just the perfect amount of fun we needed! I do admit spending Sunday in bed, eating take away and watching films, but I feel it's all justified by the amout of physical activity that we spent the previous nights performing. Partying is not all chillaxing - we became both sore and bruised!

I hope this week will be all quiet and boring. And that's just a tiny lie. Not even a big one.

Home and away

No, I'm not talking about the forever lasting Australian soap opera which made Kylie Minouge famous and me entertained after school as a kid. I'm talking about MY home. In Norway. In Drøbak. In the town where it apparently is snowing atm (or was that just the forecast?).

Beacuse it seemes that the second I left the house with my 70 kg of luggage, my parents decided to have a tiny 'Extreme Makeover House Edition'. Not only have they re-done the master bedroom - my sister's bedroom has been made into a freaking walk-in closet! My sister, who kindly enough jumped of joy due to my departure, moved into my bedroom the second I was gone.

And if that's not enough, my family is planning to re-do that room as well. My hatred for the black and white striped carped floors didn't seem to be a problem before. But I moved out, and it seems the carpet will follow my trend. My sister, who have a good 5 years left at home, will have new and shiny floors, the turquois and bright yellow walls will be long gone, and I won't be suprised if a few pieces of new furniture will find it's way through the doors.

But that's fine. It's not like I'll be in debt after finishing my degree or anything. I'll probably earn money from living my student life! So I'll go back to Norway, buy myself a mansion and have my own Extreme Makeover House Edition. I just need to look up Ty's number. And get a megaphone! Yes!

Chop chop lamb chops?

BEFORE / AFTER

I have learned that change is good. Change is not only good - it is addictive. Just ask my parents; according to them I am addicted to travelling. Probably one of the vital factors contributing to me ending up in a foreign country instead of Norway. But my 'addiction' goes further: so we now know that I can't stay at the same place for too long , but I also can't wear the same shoes three days in a row, I won't wear the clothes I wore this time last year, and I will only eat the same stuff for dinner if I'm broke and have nothing else. And the list doesn't stop, it's just a bit boring..

Some might say I'm a bit obsessive. But in fact, I don't think I'm more obsessive than the average 20-something-year-old with about the same lifestyle as me. We all know that world is not flat, nor is it standing still. And I am certainly not the only crazy spastic ant in the film BUGS. We are strong in numbers! It's more like I'm the one running after the forever evolving world. A world that at the moment is so exciting that I don't know which direction to run. No wonder time goes fast when things are changing all the time!

So the latest addition to my forever changing world is a proper haircut. The curly fizzy wig had to go, and in came an easier and waaaay shorter cut. Shaking with nervousness I tried to explain to the hair lady what I wanted: "I want it long so that when I wear a hat I won't look like a cancer case, but I want it short and edgy and nothing like a bob. I don't like bob's." (She had a good old Mr Bob planted on her head) Not making much sense does it!? Well, the hair lady didn't think so. But after a good 15 minutes of pulling hair, looking in hair magazines, discussions almost turning into arguments and a nice and warm shampooing, the nervous twitching was gone and I put all my heavy faith in her scissors.

And guess what? So far I like it! But we all know that it never looks as good the day after as it did at the hair dressers, so I'm holding my breath just a bit longer.

In about 2 hours Karianne will be arriving in Sheffield - I CAN'T WAIT! This weekend will be epic, historical, massive and drunken. Therefore it is a tiny possibility that I have feed you with snapshots of my life when next week arrives. But never say never?! Might be in a useless state and feel like blogging!

Have a nice weekend!

Question Time

After living in England for some good 5 weeks now, I have a few things I'm a bit qurious about. Some of my questions might be self-explanatory for the Native English, East Asian, or whomever my questions might concern. But for a girl from Norway, they are not.

First out:
1. Why do English boys/men wear flipflops (and sometimes shorts) in late October? It is neither warm or practial, nor does it look good; I don't like feet, and especially not pale white hairy male feet screaming for a pair of socks. Get yourself a pair of cool sneakers for God sake!



Second:
And this is just me wondering, cause I find this particular fact very odd. Why are the fast food/fish&chips/kebab shops in town always packed with East Asian/Indian people? Breakfast, luch, dinner, even when I'm on my way out on town, they're still there!? Have I missed out on something?

Thirdly:
Do English people eat mashed potatoes because it is simply super tasty, or just because of lack of cooking imagination? Potatoes here are either fried or mashed. Or jacket and baked. Generally, I find that people here eat a lot of potatoes. Maybe my father's almost extreme love for potatoes is a result of the few English genes left in him?



Number four:
Is it true that all rugby players are loud and roudy and always trash things at house parties? It seems like common knowledge that rugby player are off court as they are on; big and crazy. What is this strange breed of humankind that they talk about? I have witnessed a bit of rugby pre-drinking, and I have my ideas about the rest..

Five:
Is there a place in this country/online where I can buy a can of self-dicipline? I'm in desperate need, and got get my 'shit' together to be able to pass my shorthand exam December 16th (there is no chance, even if hell froze and it never rained in England again, that I'll pass, but I would like to be able to give it a try).



Enlighten me please?

No disrespecting alcohol

The University of Sheffield Snowboard Club's motto is; NO disprespecting alcohol.
And I promise you, we did not disrespect much this weekend at the Sheffield CableWaterski. Left Sheff on Saturday afternoon, and after some trouble reading sings and following maps, we made it just in time to get the BBQ going and ready before the dark hit.

With the snowboarding team providing us with several (7 was it?) bottles of skittles/jam vodka, burgers and sausages, chips, beer and cider, not much could go wrong. Well, that's not entirely true. Surrounded by a massive lake, we were pretty pleased that noone decided to go for a late night swim.. Maybe they didn't find the lake. You never know - no disrespecting alcohol is a serious matter!




The morning after, the BBQ was fired again. I admit I slept through that little event. Had some grapes and decided last nights mayhem had still not left my body enough for me to be seen by people. So sleepy-sleepy for another hour or so, and I was ready to WATCH wakeboarding. Yes my friends, I did not go on the water. To be honest, I don't understand why the majority of the group did, cause it was absolutely freezing! With more and more people turning blue splattering their tea all around them because their shivering made it impossible to drink, did not make the whole water circus any more tempting.

So I watched and wished for a duvet. And for that massive hangover that was sneaking up on me to go away. And do you think it did? HELL NO! The spinns, paranoia, shivering and coke, milkshake and squash later, I was fast asleep in bed at 8 pm.

GOOD TIMES!

Not sure what this week will bring other than Snow Sports Day on Saturday which will be amazing. Oh - and I booked my flight from Oslo to Geneva on January 2nd. All set for some powdery Alps! Hope you all are well and fine wherever you are and that you'll have a nice week:)

PS: I wouldn't mind some Norwegians coming over to visit me in the near future. Everyone seems to be going home for weekends or having friends over.. so yeah! Get your lazy arses over here!

Shake shake swishhh!

www.myspace.com/shakealetti

I must say, the days go past so fast! Cannot believe it's Tursday already. The massive amount of black ink in my Academic Diary & Student Handbook (it's says so on the cover) is living proof of all the craziness going on in my life right now. Someone told me during Fresher's week that the hectic fun would cool down after a bit. But it still hasn't cooled down, and I have an alarming feeling that it won't get much colder in a while. October's packed and with at least 5 facebook invites popping through every day, it's almost too much to handle for a little fragile girl like myself (uuhmm..!?).

Since Sunday I have met up with Casiokids, been introduced to an amazing band named SHAKE ALETTI (picture above), eaten noodles, been pub golfing with the ski club, gotten myself an English bank account and finally booked a week of skiing in Tignes in January. Productive! I have also attended lectures, but I guess that's to be expected of me.

This weekend I'll be camping by a lake somewhere outside Sheffield and try to have a go at the cable park with a wakeboard attached to my feet. Last time I tried wakeboarding was an absolute disaster, but I am a girl of faith (not quite the religious type though..), and I will give it a go. If I'm anything like last time, at least I'll give the rest of the snowboarding club a massive laugh and something to talk about. I promise to take a picture or two. Promise.

Yeah baby........

Running karaoke monster

The residents of Derwent F4 are a strange group of people. They always have some sort of dare going on, and their flat look like a trashbin turned inside out. But even so, they are a good crack, and they even make a Saturday night at the Edge fun (which is, for those of you not familiar with the Egde, impressive). I'm still not completely sure what last night's theme was, but by the looks of it, it was some sort of Frenchman meeting trashy transvestite.

Apparently Saturday nights are karaoke night. Oh dear! I do like a bit of karaoke, but what I do not like are the people who go up on stage to boost their ego or think they sound like Christina Aguilera, when they really sound like a dolphine on death row. The Halifax Rugby team made the night extremely entertaining with their interesting performances both musical and dancing-wise, but Derwent F4 still had the best performance (thanks to Tom for being so sexy)



I had a plan for today. A plan that would make this week easy and smooth. But somehow this plan still hasn't seen the light of day. I have tried though; I have opened the book, I have held the pen, I have read a few paragraphs, but still NO RESPONS! Shorthand will pretty much be the death of me. But not until tomorrow.





So instead of doing what i should do (shorthand), I did all sorts of things that I normally don't want to do, but they are still more fun than, yes - shorthand. I decided to go out and explore the area south of my student village, and ended up going for a run down Ecclesall Road, then back and into Endcliffe Park. Read my Sunday newspaper (The Independent this time) and drank my Vitamin Water while taking a few pictures of the pretty park, before speedwalking up the endless hill back home.

I'm so suprised by the nice weather these last three weeks. With only one day of proper rain, I'm thinking it must be a English record? But what do I know?! It seems England is not so much like Bergen as I thought!