Archive for the ‘Life’ Category
Right now there are a lot of people counting down, waiting for the new year to begin. 2010 is almost a mere memory, and 2011 is a not too distant future. In Norway it’s only 13 hours left of this year, and for our friends in different time-zones it’s either a longer or shorter wait left.
I don’t do resulotions for new years. I tried, but I never really understood the whole thing about making a lot of promises on one night, just because the earth has circled the sun, and then break all or most of them before the next morning. And my countdown isn’t for the new year or to see the fireworks. I don’t have 13 hours on my clock, but rather 13 days.
In 13 days I will start my new life in Tromsø. Hopefully it will be just fine and great and sweet and dandy, but like with the new year I can never quite know what it has in store for me. So I’m nervous, and happy, and petrified. A lot of good and bad things have happened this past year, and in my life so far, and it has led to the choice to move away. To start over, in a way.
I will celebrate tonight with friends, but it’s not really the new year-part of the bash I’m the most anxious about. It’s rather the me moving away, and this being my last party in Bodø-part that makes this night memorable to me. And I hope it will be.
To all of our readers, and to all my fellow bloggists on BRBcoffee:
Have a happy new year!
-Sentimentally yours
Frida
(Also: Enjoy this poorly edited picture of me and some friends celebrating tonight…)
You know what isn’t awesome? Being awkward with babies.
It just so happens I am very awkward with what few babies I have encountered and let me tell you, it is very unpleasant. I blame it on my utter lack of experience with said creatures. You see, I am the youngest of my family (well, besides my nephew who was born when I was only 6-7 years old) and therefore have no idea how to change a diaper or even hold a baby correctly. I am now a 20-year-old female who made a fool of myself when given the opportunity to hold a distantly related baby cousin a few months ago. I did not ask for such a thing! The baby was practically forced upon me! Next thing you know I’m in a chair, with this baby laying on my legs in a weird position and people judging me as I look around frantically for help on how to move this child into a more socially acceptable position. “Just lift him up and sit him down! He’s not going to break,” says the grandmother of the boy as if it’s really that easy to correctly pick up this fragile sack of potatoes. Le sigh…it’s not that easy!
As a young woman, it is quite embarrassing to not be a natural when it comes to infants. It seems like everyone else who is a natural must be a better woman than you. By no means do I dislike babies. They are amazing little things- probably the most amazing things on earth, actually. And I’m pretty sure I do have a maternal instinct (judging by my obsession with cats), I just don’t think I’ve really ever had to access it before. If you never have access to something, how are you supposed to be comfortable with it?
I guess I should just stop caring what others think and find my own way with babesters. Yes, babesters- a made-up synonym for babies. I’m only 20, it’s not like I need to learn how to be the best mother by tomorrow. I’ve got years to go before I really have to worry about such things. So until then, I’m gonna live it up!
Toodles!
This has been the best christmas I can remember to date. Living with my parents, getting to practice my driving a lot before my driver’s test, lots of awesome food which I didn’t have to prepare, board-games and lots of fun.
I’ve also gotten to spend a lot of time with fellow-bloggist “Vegard” (aka. The SUCKER!) and this led to me winning the best bet ever last night.
Allow me to explain: The SUCKER has a brother. Last night we were at a bar with said brother. The SUCKER and I were sitting at a table with some people, The Brother was at another table. Long story short: The SUCKER wagered a life-time of buying me one drink each time we’re out that I wouldn’t dare to just walk over and sit down in The Brother’s lap, I did, I won. Lots of kudos to me, please.
-Frida
(PS.: I probably won’t hold The SUCKER to it, as the joy of winning is enough.)
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
Merry Christmas, or whatever…
In lack of stuff to do after the Christmas climax, I’ve been stuck in front of the telly all day long. By now, every single movie they’ve managed to put on screen, I’ve already seen at least 2 times before. This brings me to dubbing. This time of year, many of the movies sent, are animations or cartoons, dubbed to Norwegian… Well OK, I can understand this for the sake of the children, but when they mix up the movie with several languages like in the Norwegian version of Happy Feet, which in fact is on TV right now, it makes me want to crush stuff to bits and pieces.
A movie should always be in its original state. Dubbing = crapping, in most cases. Ive seen a few animations and cartoons that works with dubbing, but the original content is still better than the recreation of lyrics and translations. What really bugs me about Happy Feet right now, is the mixing of languages! (I assume you’ve all seen this film.) Theres is quite a bit of singing in it, but this haven’t been translated at all. This means; The original voices by Robin Williams, Elijah Wood, Nicole Kidman, Hugh Jackman, are still in the dubbed version. But the Norwegian voices are different, so their voices vary a bit throughout the movie, and it gets totally ruined by the fuck ups that decided to do this pathetic thing to such a good movie!?
Sorry about all the whining, but this is really upsetting me… How can the producers live with themselves knowing what pain they cause us (or just me)?!
Well, I hope Santa got you what you wished for, or at least something similar that made you happy!
As you were!