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Seriously, last night? Wow. I cut my bangs before I went to my friends' birthday party and it turned out really well. When I got there, so many people were overwhelmed at how good I looked. I have never gotten this many compliments in one day ever before. It was so much fun. I felt like I got to know for a few hours what it's like to be really pretty, haha. 

Slightly juicy details about last nightCollapse )

Now I'm on the sofa watching the cricket world championship final between India and Sri Lanka, but I don't really understand the rules. Still fun, though!


Someone's blasting david bowie and I'm falling asleep in a huge bean bag chair. It's been a good night.

Mar. 31st, 2011

The guy that's moving in here was over for dinner tonight and omg. He's gorgeous! Really funny and polite and good looking and his english is near perfect and his Norwegian is pretty decent but still with the cutest accent and I'm very excited to have him move in. My roommate asked him if he had plans tomorrow with the guy he's dating and he said "well, you know, we're probably just gonna have crazy awesome sex all night". This is looking good!
Why did I go out and get super drunk last night? I don't know. It was my friend's birthday, and he works in an awesome club, they closed early and we had the whole place to ourselves. Cheap beer and free whiskey and cava. In the end it was me and two of my guy friends and a bunch of people I don't know, and we had a lot of fun but I probably said a lot of stupid things. Asked a guy probably 50 questions about fishing just because he was from the north. Anyway. I have no idea why, but I left the club and went to a bar with some random girl I had been partially hitting on, but she left me right away and I ended up sitting alone in a corner with a beer they almost wouldn't let me buy because I was too drunk. Managed to crawl not home, but to my friends' place and ended up crashing on the sofa. I also sent O a facebook message saying "why the fuck did you leave me?" in swedish for some reason - even though I was the one that left him. Weeeird. I felt so stupid, but we talked about it today, and he just thought I was funny. So now I feel a lot better.
Superb Saturday so far, woke up early, had coffe with the newspaper when a half-naked guy came out of my roommate's room and started talking about the weather. In English. Awesome. I didn't recognize him, but when he left he said "bye, Sara", so I guess I've met him... Hope it's the guy who's moving in, because he seemed really nice.  Then I went to a dynamic power-yoga class with T (the girl I have a crush on) and Ash. It was fun and challenging, but I was very close to starting to giggle most of the time. This eastern-mystique-chackra-inner-peace-stuff is a little too new age for me. But I'm sure it was good for me. We also went to the library to read for class. On a saturday! I'm proud.

I've just dyed my hair (a wonderful shade of pitch black), and tonight I'm going over to my friends to drink beer and watch the Norway-Denmark game. Really important one... Awesome.

I'm reading Charles Portis' "True Grit". Haven't seen the movie, but I assume it's got the same plot as the book - a young girl in the late 1800s who sets out to find her father's killer. So, this is a book about a 14 year old girl. What's the Norwegian title of the film? Et ekte mannfolk. Which translates to A real man. How did they even come up with that? The special thing about this story is that a young girl is the protagonist, and what's the only thing they mention in the title? A man. I don't even know which male character they're referring to. And also, when the original True Grit movie came out in 1969, the Norwegian title was Jente med mannsmot - which means something like Girl with a man's courage. It's like , wow, you've decided to mention the girl in the title, good, but what is the one characteristic about her worth emphasizing? That she is almost as good as a man. Courage belongs to the male population, and her courage must therefore be male. I just don't...

Late as always, but anyway;

MCR last Wednesday was fucking awesome. I just.. love them to bits. The played way more old stuff than I'd expected, and everything was perfect. Gerard was wearing super tight pants. Fucking sexy. There's something so satisfactory about going to a concert and just knowing that whatever they play, be it their entire 2002 album or a demo or a cover or a B-side - I'm gonna know the lyrics. Wonderful night.

But the pre-party was with a bunch of 18-year-olds - friends of my cousin's friend - and WOAH, was that a culture shock. I felt like 20, not 4 years were separating us. All they talked about was sex. Constantly. I was nowhere near that experienced when I was 18, neither am I today. I love discussing sexuality on a general, societal and academic level, but an uninterrupted stream of personal sexual experiences was... special. My awesome story of how I got lost alone in San Francisco on New Years Eve and had to pretend I was pregnant to get a taxi was nothing compared to who they had fucked in someone's parents' bed that night. I obviously need more sex. Or not.

I spent the weekend at my parents' house, as my sister was home to participate in a big skiing race over a mountains. She did really well. I spent my days visiting grandmothers. And the Norwegian football league, tippeligaen, started this weekend, so most of sunday was watching that. Glad it's on again.

I've had the most effective day of reading at the library today, the same level of concentration for 11 hours. Maybe because I worked out this morning and drank a lot of water throughout the day. Normally, I have no problem going a full day without anything to drink (I just don't get thirsty), but when I decide to really focus on it, I drink a lot. Swear I've been to the toilet at least 15 times today.

My swiss roommate is moving out in june or something, and she has found a new one for us, a classmate of hers. A guy! Which is great, since I've never lived with a guy, and I've been really annoyed by the fact that this apartment always has said "girls only" in the ad when someone new is moving in, as if it's some kind of law that girls want to live with girls. Anyway, he's half Croatian and half Austrian or something (I'm pretty sure I've heard Italian too) and for some weird reason has an old, traditional Norwegian name. Without his parents having any connections to Norway... Cool. And he's gay. Not that being gay makes you automatically cool, but... Well, it often does. All the gay people I know are awesome, including myself. This sounds great! I've met him once, but I was too drunk then to be able to distinguish him now from all the other guys that were here.

Also, I recommend David Vann's Legend of a Suicide to everyone. That's it.

Mar. 14th, 2011

I keep forgetting to update! Anyway. Berlin was super fucking awesome, and I'm going to do all I can to be able to do my fieldwork there and live there for six months. Would be fantastic!

I wrote an entry last night, but I am completely unable to remember my password when I'm drunk. Would be very interesting to know what I wrote, because I was very very drunk. We had the pre-party at my place, and the unlimited access to booze is not good for me. But I had a lot of fun. Also, I ended up making out with my very cute and shy friend Erik, which is, like, something I've never thought of before. It was really nice, though. We were sitting next to each other in the bar and I just said "So, Erik. Should we make out?" and so we did. I'm such a cute drunk!


Despite things with my roommate (she turned out to be quite a burden for my sister and her friends on Saturday, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she's on crutches), the weekend was amazing. Two days up in the forest watching the Nordic World Ski Championship with thousands of others. Skiing is really a huge thing over here. It was so great.

Then Sunday night we stayed up to watch the Oscars. My only expectation for the show was to see James Franco in a dress, and it happened! Very satisfied, though I wish they would have done it more in the beautiful-direction than the haha-a-man-in-a-dress-how-comical-direction. Well.

Wasn't tired at all yesterday despite sleeping for two hours! While a 5- og 6-hour night wears me out and makes me super tired all day, shorter nights feel like 8-hour nights. Sure I can't do it for more than a few days, though.

So.. I'm flying to Berlin so early in the morning on Thursday that it almost feels like I'm leaving tomorrow. The bus to the airport takes a while, so we're leaving Oslo at 3 am or something. To avoid having to get up at this hour, we're just having a party on Wednesday, drinking until we leave... Good plan.

I'm very excited, but I haven't really had the time to think about the fact that we're going to one of the coolest cities in the world. Hope there's possibilities to watch the rest of the championship somewhere there...
Just got home from a party filled with police students. Oh my god, those guys touch each other. A lot. The most homoerotic thing I've seen in a very long time. Now my head is full of pictures of what they do with those handcuffs...

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