Archive for the ‘Life’ Category
Good morning.
As the green goblin said in the spider-man movie, forty thousand years of evolution and we’ve barely even tapped the vastness of human potential. Or in the spirit of Kelso in that 70s show, it’s the 1970s, things should have round edges by now! It’s almost 2011 for crying out loud, and yet stupid sicknesses like the flu still roam the lands, infecting people at willy-nilly. Shouldn’t we have been able to cure that shit by now?
I want my bionic exoskeleton that protects me from diseases and makes me awesome. Why are nobody working on this? Surely we’ve seen enough movies of aliens featuring Will Smith to know that exoskeletons are awesome?
Also, during the night when I was unable to sleep, I thought of a list of things that are more awesome to do because of having a mustache. Sadly, I have forgotten what those things were.
Full of holiday cheer,
Vegard
Christmas, Xmas, jul, holidays, kerst, weinachten, Joulu, natale, noël, or whatever you call it is right upon us by now. But what the heck is all the fuzz about this shitstorm of toys, santas, candy, expectations, giving gifts, “happy people” and annoying shopping music?
Usually I avoid going shopping or so, just because of all the people, the noise and shitty music played in the stores. Now I get queasy just thinking about standing an hour in a sauna to get the correct stuff, then paying for it, topped of by crappy noisy Christmas music.
We are expected to give gifts to one another, and if you give only a few people gifts, the rest will feel forgotten and sad because they too wanted a gift from you if your other friends got one. Simply this is a dilemma easy to fix, don’t by gifts! At least that’s what I do! Gifts for family is OK though! But why empty your wallet on stuff people usually don’t need?!!
Stores sell us Christmas, but at which price? Well, they earn truckloads of money, and start selling candy and presents as early as after Halloween, which is a chapter for itself! dumb as we are, we buy lots of stuff, and many even use credit cards which they can’t pay back afterwards. Our community and expectations from those around us actually drives a few down the path to bankruptcy… Is this what you want to happen to people in Christmas times?
Happiness… Why are we supposed to be more happy in the holidays? Shouldn’t we be trying to cheer people up all the year, instead of the one “happy” month. I really don’t see why we are supposed to be more happy this time of the year.
People speak of getting the “Christmas feeling!” This is something I can barely remember having as a child. Now, the closest I think I get to this is Christmas food and old classic cartoons, presents are something I’ve never really enjoyed, due to everyone getting a lot of presents, preferably expensive presents, and me getting almost none in comparison. Christmas has been so industrialized it sickens me.
Although I’m such a negative party pooper, I look forward to the few days I’ve got ahead of me with my family. And kinda hope you all get a nice Christmas!
Hey!
My appearance has undergone a drastic makeover. I went from a chubby, pale/smooth-faced raggy socialist with a scarf from Syria, a dirty grey jacket and 3 or 4 year old dirty, grey snickers. Then suddenly, over the course of two days of delicious shopping, I changed! (Alright, my beard took a bit longer)
So, since fashion-blogging is the shizznatz this year, let the photos begin!
With my awesome beard, and my even awesomer new hat, jacket and scarf!
Right?
RIGHT?
Well, today me and fellow BRBcoffeer Frida finished the job with a new pair of shoes! Check it:
Words seem superfluous, so to the voting!
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Until next time friends,
Vegard
Tonight is an amazing night! Not only is there a lunar eclipse taking place, it is also the Winter Solstice! Does that not blow your mind? Well maybe the outfit I wore whilst standing out in the street viewing the eclipse a few moments ago will:
Oh yeah, that’s a plaid fleece night shirt with snow boots and an over-sized jacket. It’s called being sexy.
Apparently this type of celestial event last occurred some 400 years ago, therefore I do declare it a magical happening. Of course, it’s so cloudy here in my neck of the woods that even seeing the moon was nearly impossible, but sure enough I caught a glimpse and therefore can claim to have seen the 2010 lunar eclipse. Take that, bitches!
On a side note, isn’t it great when you’re closer with people on Facebook than you ever have been and ever will be in real life? Ahh, it makes me laugh.
Nighty night!
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Middle School/Junior High.
Need I say more?
I’m pretty sure it’s the most awkward segment of life- for everyone. Seriously, you’re either too fat or too skinny, full of acne, you wear the most hideous clothes (usually because of peer pressure), your hair is a downright atrocity- and the worst part of all is that, at the time, you have no idea just how painful it will be for your future self to look back at pictures of you.
As for myself, I think I got hit by a freight truck of the aforementioned awkwardness. I was chubby, had braces, had frizzy hair that I simply could not and would not wear correctly, wore sweatshirts all the time along with “skater” shoes because my friend said they were the only cool shoes to wear, was obsessed with Eminem and Lord of the Rings, and best of all…I got my period. Umm…let me tell you, abso-friggin-lutely NOTHING is worse than bleeding through at school. It truly is one of my most horrifying memories: standing up from the lunch table, feeling something very strange going on in the seat of my pants and a girl from a grade above me running over to say, “Oh my God! You must have started your period!” I’m fairly certain my face was as red as the blood gushing from my vagine! Ohhhh……it was a terrible time. Terrible, terrible time.
On that note (you are probably weeping right now at the graphicness of the above imagery and also at how pathetic I was), it’s good to know that we all change. As a matter of fact, I’m still changing and hoping that someday soon I shall finally come into my glorious own. It’s not fun being 10 years younger than your closest sibling and having that sibling be one of the most beautiful women ever, but I’m holding onto the fact that when she is 45 and developing deep wrinkles, I shall only be 35 and living it up! Muwahaha! Sorry Noni, I love you, but I’m a jealous biotch.
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