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“Baby, It’s Cold Outside-” A great Christmas tune with even greater lyrics. At first glance it seems like a cute little duet about a guy trying to convince his lady friend to stay with him despite the girl’s fears that her demure reputation might be spoiled. However, if you really listen to the song, you’ll realize that the dude is a god damned creeper who is trying to roofie the poor girl so he can have his way with her AND he even fantasizes about her death!
Here’s a link to the video of my personal favorite variation (best part= 2:56): I really can’t stay…
Not only is this song creepy (yet enjoyable) on its own merit, imagine your mom and sister singing it at karaoke………………………………………yep.
Mom: “My sister will be suspicious.”
Sister: “Gosh, your lips look delicious.”
Me: This is fucked up…
‘Tis what I had to endure last year with my very own mother and sister. It was hilariously awkward, but also allowed me a good look at the lyrics which then prompted this revelation of mine about the song’s true meaning.
Still, I love the song. It’s a great duet, easy to sing along to, and always makes me laugh to the point of nearly wetting myself. Could you ask for more than that? I think not.
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Howdy folkadillos.
I have some non-important news! Well, non-important to you, but ALL important to me. As some of you may know, I gave up my precious, beloved coffee some time ago (about 6+ months?). My reasons were as follows: I was addicted and didn’t want to be, it contained unnecessary calories that my chub-a-wub simply didn’t need, and it stained my teeth. Well well well, thanks to my dental appointment yesterday, I can cross one of those reasons off the list. Turns out, the coffee was never staining my teeth…it was the diabolical mouthwash I’ve been using for the past 2-3 years!
Fuckin' Crest
If you’re a fellow user of Crest Pro-Health, worry not! It probably isn’t staining your teeth, it just does that to a small minority of people and I happen to be one of them.
So here’s the dilemma: do I go back to coffee? I mean, we parted ways over 6 months ago and it was a bit of a nasty break-up. Two of my reasons for leaving the cheating bastard (woah, I’m getting way too into this) still hold true…but I miss him. I miss his rich, deeply satisfying liquid…..Ok, I’m done now. But seriously, what do you think I should do?
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P.S.- Look forward to my up and coming blog about the amazing fucked-up-ness of the Christmas song, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” (unless I forget to post it).
When I’m sick I get really whiny and dramatic about it. Not because I actually believe I’m about to die, but because I feel like shit, and when I feel like shit I need to do something supernegative to get it out or something superpositive to make it better. When I’m sick, superpositive things aren’t easy to come across and do.
When I’m sick while reading for my last exam of the year, superpositive things are even rarer to come across. So I whine, I bitch, I eat junk and I whine some more. Like right now: Eating peanuts and chocolate-mix (with not enough chocolate), whining to myself and silently cursing the post-man for making a lot of noise right outside my apartment.
Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a short introduction to my past days and weeks of being sick, exam-bound and whiny. Hope you all enjoyed it.
I give all my worldly belongings to whoever finds me dead on the shower-floor, and I will give a lot of love to whoever does my grocery shopping for me, so I won’t have to go to the store.
-Frida
You know how most people think of themselves as uglier than they really are? Well, I think I suffer from the opposite syndrome. I think I’m cute [enough] in real-life and whatnot, but then I’ll see a picture of myself and the only words that come to mind are, “What the fuck?”
Exhibit A:
First of all, I'm the one on the right next to my gorgeous sister. Second of all, yes- I am smoking an invisible doobie.
Here’s the thing, I honestly do not believe I am as fat nor as manly as that picture makes me look. But then again, they do say that a picture never lies…and judging by the fact that I haven’t been truly hit on in, oh, 20 years, I’m beginning to wonder if this is the real me? No no, that’s just depressing.
Maybe I suffer from the lesser-known syndrome of never, ever, being able to take a halfway-decent photo. That would explain it all! Except for the not-having-been-hit-on thing, but that’s beside the point. As Vegard once said, Americans just don’t know awesome when they see it!
And I'm pure awesome! Right?
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After Vegard’s post on why he wants to become a teacher I have felt that I wanted to do a similar post, seeing as I am studying for the same goal. And tonight seems to be the right time for that post.
Why is this such a good time? Maybe because I am currently reading up on school politics for a debate tomorrow. Or maybe because I just chose my major last week. Or maybe both?
When I went to high-school I didn’t have the best of times. My first three years of it I was living in Belgium with my family, and I had some subjects in the norwegian school and some in the american school. I didn’t want to be in Belgium, and the people in Belgium didn’t seem much pleased to have me there either. It was hard, and I didn’t feel like I fitted in. I wasn’t the sweet and cute cheerleader-type of girl, and I wasn’t quite as outspoken as I am now.
I was good in school, but I didn’t want to be there. And the teachers didn’t make it any easier. I wanted a teacher who understood that everything wasn’t all right, but no-one seemed to notice. I went to quite drastic meassures to let it show, and I suffered from periods of depressions.
The third year in Belgium, while in 9th grade, I found somewhere to belong. People who I could concider friends. Things seemed better, but I was still fucked up. I didn’t want to be in class, or in the classroom at all. I did good in classes, but getting up in the morning was hard.
The first couple of years back in Norway were okey. I always did good in school, and I made some friends. But the last year of High School was bad again. I had gone through a lot, I was tired and felt alienated from everything. I didn’t want to go to class. I didn’t want to do anything. I wanted to sleep. I had friends, but I felt alone. I did good in school, and I had my plans and my goals, but I had a teacher who saw that I was struggling with even showing up enough to get my diploma.
This teacher is the reason I didn’t quit. He asked to talk to me, and I told him that I wanted to quit and take a year of, but I knew my parents wouldn’t like it. And he knew that the risk of me never returning to school was big. He helped me through it. He had an open door if I needed to talk, he let me take classes off as long as I did the work. He talked to my other teachers, and thanks to him I got my diploma.
I want to become a teacher to change the way school works. I want to become a teacher to help those who aren’t sure if they’ll make it. I want to become a teacher who isn’t afraid of asking a student what’s wrong, and how I can help.
The school-system is fucked up when teachers see students missing classes and not getting their diplomas without helping them.
The school-system is fucked up when students don’t want to go to school because of the way they’re treated by fellow students and teachers, and no-one does anything to fix it.
And the school-system is fucked up when students in trade-school have to learn Shakespeare, but can’t speak in english about their own profession.
A big problem in Norway is students who quit high-school, never to finish it. Good students who get tired, because the classes aren’t generated to meet their needs.
The teachers are supposed to be there for the students, not the other way around. And thanks to my one teacher who really understood that, I actually finished high-school and am now studying to be a teacher. If I can do that same effort for my students then I will concider my work a success.
Openly yours,
Frida