Amazing how I can’t find the time, as of late, to write about semi-worthwhile subjects.
I suppose we should talk about Egypt. First of all, I haven’t actually researched what’s going on too in-depth and therefore I probably shouldn’t even be bringing it up, but why the hell not? As a paranoid, pro-“fuck-the-government” kind of person by nature, I have to side with the protesters. I would estimate that about 99.99999999999% of the time, government is fucking with its citizens. Revolution is a beautiful thing. That attitude of standing up for yourself against the big bad monster is simply…liberating. Of course, I might not feel the same way if I were the one(s) in power, but seeing as most citizens of planet Earth will never, ever, be the ones in power, I think it’s safe to say most of us feel the same. Naturally, there are those few dumb-asses that look at what’s happening on the news and say, “Those damn Arabs are always causin’ some kinda trouble!” (I may or may not unfortunately live in the same household as one said dumbass.) If they simply weren’t ignorant as all get out, they, too, would be on the side of the protesters. You know, that makes me think about Republicans- but that’s a whole different blog that should be saved for another day.
Being that I live in America and share a household with average Americans, I get to witness a variety of, how I shall I say, political absurdities. For instance, the news has made a bigger deal over the fact that Angelina Jolie’s schedule for filming a movie about Cleopatra will now be delayed due to the protests, than the actual protests themselves! WTF, man. Perhaps this is why most Americans (including myself) are poorly informed on just about everything. “Freedom of the press,” yes yes, but at what point do we reign them in and say, “Tell me the fucking truth!?” I will admit that I, myself, am aware that I could actually go seek the truth out there on the wild internet frontier and that I am just too lazy at the moment to do so, but that’s just me. Most people actually take their news for news. Sad, but true.
Well, in two paragraphs I’ve managed to blaspheme America, American news, government in general, and even Angelina Jolie.
My job here is done.
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I love Friday! There are no meetings on Friday, I only have one lecture on Friday, and I realize that my headset is in my pocket after all on Friday! Friday is the day that socail class ceases to exist, cake is free on fridays, the weather is always fantastic on fridays, and Friday is the day when NU saves the world! Ah… everyone loves a good Friday, because everyone remembers that life is good after all!
What do you do on fridays? I just realized that after I’ve had my one class, I have absolutely no plans. Maybe I should just sit back and do absolutely nothing? But wouldn’t that be a waste of such a wonderful Friday? Meh, it’s Friday! Something is bound to come along and make it amazing.
I think that’s all, actually. Hope you enjoyed this short declaration of my love for fridays!
The song of the blog is Friday I’m In Love, by The Cure, of course!
Love
Bjørn
You might be asking yourself, why does Burnie only blog on the bus? Well, it’s because that’s the only time I have to spare. I’m a student, I’m the leader of Stavanger RU, I also hold positions in a slew of other organizations, such as the student organization at my faculty, and still 3 more. This all amounts to meetings almost every day on top of all the school work I need to do. In short: I’m very, very busy.
So what’s the trick to managing my time to make this all work? I’d love to tell you, but the truth is I’m still trying to figure it out myself. I’m desperately trying to keep up with my studies, which isn’t exactly made easier by retaking two classes that I failed earlier, probably due to not knowing the trick. If you feel like you’re juggling like this, the only thing I can tell for sure is that trying to sleep less in order to make more time definitely does not work. I tried it for a while, but I just ended up oversleeping every day and felt increasingly shitty.
The smart thing to do is more than likely to drop two or three distractions. Figure out what’s most important to you right now, and then you can decide how many distractions you can handle. However if you’re anything like me, you’re in too deep to just drop everything, there are people who depend on you getting your shit together. Not only that, you like all the stuff that you do, and you’re damn well not about to give it all up just because you have to do your blogging on the bus, or whatever it is you don’t have time to do in a “normal” fashion.
That’s me as of today; I’m struggling a bit, and some weeks I feel like I’m just late for everything, but it seems to work out, somehow. Let’s briefly examine the how of my case, how on earth has it worked out so far? Turns out, there might not be a trick, but there is a secret: I, you, all of us, need help. I don’t mean a shrink, except for you, Daniel, seriously, go see someone. For the rest of us, a friend will suffice, a partner in crime, or two, if you can find two, but friends like this are hard to come by. Two people can get four times the amount of shit done, honestly, I’ve done the math, it’s perfectly logical, sort of.
And there’s one more thing that we all need to be reminded of every once in a while: it’s not the end of the world if you fuck up sometimes, you just need to learn from it, give the middle finger to the window, laugh, and do better next time.
And with that, I’m out.
Yours truly
Bjørn
Ah, and the song of the blog is Cave In, by Owl City.
As I was updating my personal “About”-page to fit more recent events in the location-like department (i.e. bragging about finally leaving Bodø to go live in Tromsø, which is way cooler!) I came to think of a political cause that I care greatly about, that doesn’t get enough focus in todays society, that the politicians deprioritize time and time again, but that is also really important…
Based on the title and this introduction there are two important political causes I could be writing about. Before we continue, would you like to venture a guess as to which one I am going to write about?
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To avoid cheating i will fill some space with a big, old and edited picture of me with crazy hair, so that you can’t see the upcoming text. Do not cheat, capiche?
So… All the reasons why I love trains:
- Trains are old-fashioned, and thus romantic.
- There is no stressing when it comes to train-travel. No security check-points, no boarding and take-off and landing and what not. You get on, you hang out, you get to where you wanna be.
- People are nicer on trains. (Probably because of the romance and lack of stress thing.)
- I always meet the nicest, funniest or most interesting people on trains.
- Trains are better for the environment.
- You’re never as rested after a nap as you are after a nap on a train. (At least I ain’t…)
- Trains are means to traveling that aren’t airplanes. Airplanes suck. Logically: Trains must be amazing.
- Last but not least: How can you NOT love this:
There is only one problem when it comes to my current living situation and my love for trains… Tromsø doesn’t have a railway.
Bodø is the last stop on the norwegian railway. Everything north of Bodø and Fauske is train-less. (Except for the stretch between the norwegian town Narvik and the swedish town Kiruna, originally used to transport ore, or something…)
Why is the north of Norway without trains? Because the only one ever to actually bother building railway in the north of Norway lost all power before he finished. I am of course talking about Hitler, so it isn’t a bad thing that he lost all his power, but it would have been nice if the norwegian government had continued his work in this general area. Like they promised to do. Time and time again. But never did.
There is a railway-station in Tromsø, actually. And 4 metres or something of actual tracks. They were promised a railway by the government, you see, and celebrated this by building a station. And aquiring 4 metres of track to pass this station. The train never arrived, and the station is now one of the pubs in Tromsø with probably the highest age-average. (Oh, and I’ve been there and will be there again, because I loved it a bit…) As for the 4 metres of train-tracks, they are leant up against some wall. 4 metres of train-tracks aiming for the sky. A true railway to heaven.
Anyways, I’m clearly trailing of, and I’ve lost all track of time, so I think this will be it for today….
Forever yours,
Frida.
(Ps.: None of the facts in this entry have been checked against accurate sources. So it may be 8 metres of railway and not 4… Please don’t choo me! And I don’t think there’s any big mistakes, I’m just covering my tracks…)
It seems like I’m late for everything this week… Don’t you just hate the feeling of being late? And since I have neither a car nor a license, I am entirely at the mercy of the bus drivers… and if you live in or around Stavanger, you know that’s not a good thing…
Being late for meetings is the worst, because you’re not just, or even at all, missing out on anything, you’re just holding everybody else up and wasting their time, a commodity few among us have a lot of. And you have to feel their blaming looks when you enter the room. They might play it cool and welcome you, verbally, but you can still feel their eyes stabbing you repeatedly for being such a lazy ass.
As you might have already guessed, that is the situation I am in now. Meeting started one minute ago, unless I am gravely mistaken, which does happen, and I am only on the first of my two busrides, and you just know the next one will be extra super late. It’s raining outside, naturally, so everyone’s mood is already low, and mine will be even worse after I’ve had to wait in the infernal stuff.
I wrote an essay in high school once where I proposed that time was mankind’s most ill-conceived invention, and I stand by what I said back then. The moment we invented time was the moment people started being late for shit, and in all likelyhood the reason why wars sprang into existence. Some head of state came in late one too many times and the exceedingly punctual one, there’s always one of them, just lost his or her shit.
I hate being late. I hate this shitty weather, and I hate time. And why the hell can I add media from the wordpress app, but not decide where it should be placed!?
Song of the blog: Welcome To The Black Parade, by MCR
Yours in good and bad times
Bjørn
PS: I totally updated our about page last night! Go read our story!