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Greetings fellow bloggers.
I just made myself delicious coffee, AND I’m reading for my subject in entrepreneurship! I’ll have to make this a daily thing, ‘couz itzz awesum!
Also I recently bought a Samsung Galaxy Netpad and a HTC Desire Z. So whenever I get som spare time, I’m going to tell you how awesome it is, and that my stuff is newer and bigger than your stuff… (yes, you too ladies!!)
As you were!
Steinar
Good evening!
Since my last entry, not much has changed in my life. School hasn’t started, politics has not picked up (as I am as of writing this without any positions or duties), and I am starting to.. STARTING TO! Get bored. Wow, understatement of the year. Well, it’s early in the year so I shouldn’t gamble about. At least understatement of the week.
So what have I been doing? Well, I have read the first book in the Emperor-series by Conn Iggulden, which tells the story of Julius Caesars life as a series of novels. It is historically accurate, and where it isn’t the author lets you know what he had to change and why (usually for story-telling purposes, like fictional characters to fill the voids that history has left open, or wars changed to fit with the storyline of the book and stuff). It is awesome! I have learned stuff, like how both the title Kaiser and Tsar derive from Caesar. What a magnificent man he must have been, to have his very surname come to be synonymous with king. Dude!
Yes yes. I have also played a good deal of GTA IV, seen the entire 10 seasons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and today i spent 3 hours organizing my music folder. See, my girlfriend is, to put it lightly, more into music than me. So she gave me all the music she has on her computer. My 6.6 gb library suddenly exploded into a messy 82 gb one!! Well, I have yet to listen to half of the music, and yet I have already found several artists to love. But the folders were uncategorized and messy!! I fixed it. Neat and orderly. Very nice. Mjes.

Actually I am listening to Bob Dylan right now, but I googled "bored" and found this frog!
I have also watched all the seasons of Black Adder (awesome!!), the first season of My Name is Earl, a few episodes of seinfeld and a bunch of other movies. I really need life to pick up! Give me studies and politics before I go insane!! Sorry about the long entry about boredom. That couldn’t have been fun to read.
Vegard
I got my wisdom teeth removed yesterday, so I’m in a state of nostalgia that makes me mull over quotes. So… here are some quotes!
We don’t get a chance to do that many things, and every one should be really excellent. Because this is our life. Life is brief, and then you die, you know? So this is what we’ve chosen to do with our life. We could be sitting in a monastery somewhere in Japan. We could be out sailing. Some of the [executive team] could be playing golf. They could be running other companies. And we’ve all chosen to do this with our lives. So it better be damn good. It better be worth it. And we think it is.
–Steve Jobs
Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.
–Eve Ensler
Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things.
–Chuang Chou
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
–Aristotle
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
–E.E. Cummings
That Harry Potter is a true American hero.
–My Daddy
There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.
–Alexandre Dumas
Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… and you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” or “how very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
–Neil Gaimon; The Sandman
I had this incredible idea for a blog entry early this morning, but thanks to my cellphone and radio alarms ability to snooze, this idea of pure awesome disappeared into the dark of sleep and a wet elephant dream. (And no! there was nothing erotic about this dream… Erotic dreams about elephants would be quite disturbing, but hey; Whatever floats your boat!)
So, just wanted to let you know I forgot what my entry was going to be about, and instead, I give you this:At least now you’ll be able to tie your tie! And thats a good thing, yes?
PS: have a nice new year! Let it be yet another year, full of awesome blogging!
As you were!
Steinar
Hey!
It’s 2.11 AM (02.11(I know this because I am unable to configure my computer-clock into showing the proper 24 hour time instead of the silly american time system)), and I am unable to make my eyeballs go to sleep. I also just learned that I got a B on my Introduction to the USA exam in which I did not mention eyeballs whatsoever. So I thought I’d blog about eyeballs! (heehee, balls)
Alright. So about a week ago, I went to the eyeball-doctor to get my eyeballs checked out. It turned out that my eyeballs had gotten even worse since last I visited the eyeball-lady, and so my vision is now at a whooping -5. Anyways, apparently I have been running around the last 6 months with my eyeballs viewing less than optimally, needing even stronger contact lences.
So what is this best feeling in the world if you are an eyeball? Well, getting new contacts! Getting that adjustment in vision that lets you once again see the world crystal clearly through your eyeballs.
Back when I was just a little baby boy my momma used to tell me these crazy things, she used to.. No Vegard, this is about eyeballs not Eminem. Back on track:
Back when I first got my glasses when I was laik 12 years old or sumtan (I’ll stop), my vision was just -1.25, yet i could still not believe how blurry my silly eyeballs made the world. I loved my glasses.
Moments like when I get new eyeball-contacts and realize just how wonderful the world is to look upon makes me not want to take eyeball-laser-surgery. For a minute. I mean come on, it has eyeballs and lasers. What’s not to love??
Be honest. Too many eyeballs?
Vegard