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I’m sick of opening this web page and the first thing I see being that depressing, way-too-serious blog of mine, so I have decided to write a new one!
Now, now, what to write about…
Hm…
I should’ve thought this one through a little better…
Oh! I can write about the strange happening that occurred this day. Some of you may already know of it (cough, Michael, cough), but most probably do not. It all started with me deciding to mow the front yard as a kind gesture to my mother. I went outside in my mowing finest (AKA gross pants/shirt combo with awesome grass-stained shoes) and started to pull the mower out of the garage when, all of a sudden, this man- late-20’s, good looking- comes a-walkin’ up the driveway. I was a little, no- A LOT- wary at first because that kind of thing just doesn’t happen where I live. Turns out, his car had broken down on his way to a city nearby and he needed some gas money. He’d been wandering around my neighborhood for two hours with no luck. Of course, he didn’t just outright ask for a donation on my part, he offered to work for it. So, I told him he could mow the front yard for me and I’d pay him $10. He was happy to do it and so I went inside and, as any rational person would do, ran around and locked all the doors and then watched him suspiciously as he completed the task.
{On a side note, I should add that before he started mowing he asked me if I wanted him to mow in any particular pattern, as in diagonal lines or whatever. I responded with a, “No, it doesn’t matter,” to which he then responded, “Oh alright, I didn’t want to upset your husband or anything.” Despite my intense urge to laugh hysterically, I decided it would be a good idea to let him believe that I was a married woman. I figured he’d probably be less likely to kill and/or rape me if he knew I was married. Why I thought that, I do not know. Another thought that passed through my mind was, “Hey, if he does decide to rape me, at least he’s hot.”}
Anyways, he finished the job, I paid him, and he went on his merry way. I guess he really was a decent person who just needed some gas money. I felt kinda bad for the guy. I mean, he’s stranded in a city fondly known as Spokompton (Note: Spokompton = a play on words combining Spokane and Compton. Additional note: Compton is basically the most hardcore, dangerous, gang-filled city on the West Coast.) and has no idea how to get enough money to get the hell out. I hope he somehow managed to find some help and eventually gets home okay.
And that was my story of the day. My song of the day is “No One’s Gonna Love You” by Band of Horses. It’s pretty much my song of the past month, actually. Ya’ll should listen to it:
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was.
Daryl Hall!
Don't be jealous of his hair...
…and hot apple cider!
I can’t even begin to relate to you how my heart swells when I think of these two wondrous things. I recently attended a Hall & Oates concert, which further cemented my love of the Hall into my heart. Apple cider came into the picture by accident really. See, I’ve given up coffee as of late (a sin, I know, but I have my reasons) and so when venturing through a coffee stand with my sister, I decided to give hot apple cider a go. Turns out, it is one of the most magical things on this good, green Earth of ours. I highly recommend it to any- and every-one.
Hmm, I do believe it is time for a poll.
[poll id=”18″]
On a final note, I dare one and all to watch this video and not smile:
Out of Touch
And if that link doesn’t work, then watch this:
M-E-T-H-O-D O-F L-O-V-E
P.S.- We need a food category on here, Burnie!
Awesome playlist from Frøya Bar in Stavanger! Do yourself a favor and listen to this shit!
Last week I was at Utøya outside Oslo with Rød Ungdom for our summer camp. I’ve been trying to condense it into one blog post, but there’s just no point in trying, so instead you might get these random tidbits of information. For instance, this is the song that almost everyone woke up to, as we, being awesome, blasted it over the speaker system every morning.
And that’s just one more reason to join us.
Yours truly
Bjørn
Nuff said (sang?)