I’m supposed to be reading for my final exams. But that’s boring, so instead I’m doing more interesting stuff. Such as surfing the interwebz, coughing my spine out and eating chocolate.
Recently I’ve been wanting to change things about myself. Not the regular things people want to change, like my nose or my ass or whatever. Just the amount of ink and piercings I have, and I’ve been wanting to do something about my hair.
So last night, while not studying, I went into the bathroom with scissors, and started trimming my locks. I didn’t cut them off (as I fooled my blonde best-friend into believing I had), I just tried fixing them up a bit. And I had this idea: What if I bleached my dreadlocks! Would that even work? Needless to say: I now REALLY want to try it out… And maybe I will…
I also really want a new tattoo. Or a couple of new tattoos. I have two of them already. One really cute star on my hip, and also this beauty: 
Now I want to build on it, to make it bigger. Add an olive tree, some arabic writing and stuff. But that’s too expensive to have done right away. And needs more planning!
I also want a small medical tattoo, but I’m not sure where I would put it, as I wouldn’t want it to be too visible, and always possible to hide away.
And the biggest want on the list today:
I want a nasal bridge-piercing between my eyes! (Not quite as low down and seemingly botched as the one in the picture, though…)
(And yes: All I want for christmas is a gift-certificate to Bodø Ink…)
So, what do people think? Blonde dreads, big tattoos and piercings in the face? Or do you prefer the more “natural looking”-gals?
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Sincere regard/-grets
Frida (who can’t seem to get the picture any smaller…)
Admin edit: There, it’s smaller.
Greetings from the icy version of Hell! It is currently 8 degrees (that’d be about -13 for you Celsius folks) outside and I am chilled to the bone. Two winters ago, we had unprecedented snow-fall, last winter we had absolutely no snow, and this winter (oh wait, it isn’t even technically winter yet!) has already been colder than the past 30 winters on record! And they say global warming’s just a myth…
Believe it or not, this is not a picture of me.
Onto another subject matter: shallow bitches. I have decided that there are too many men and women in this world who base “love” on physical attraction. First of all, I honestly do not understand how it is possible to be attracted to anyone based solely on their looks. It has been my own personal experience that the only way to light a fire in the ol’ loins is to get to know someone. Physical beauty is not very stimulating for myself, but things like intelligence, hilariousness, kindness, overall non-douchebaggery…that’s sexy. Second of all, most of the people who do base love on appearance have standards that are completely ridiculous. So you want a girl who looks like that model on the cover of Vogue? Guess what, even she doesn’t look that good- it’s called re-touching. Or maybe you want that dreamy hunk in the latest vampire flick you watched? Unfortunately, there’s a high possibilty that his muscles were painted on with spray-tan and he’s a self-absorped dickhead.
Le sigh…I’ve probably said this before in a blog of mine, but looks are so trivial in the long run! And I’m not just saying this because I am a short, strangely proportioned woman who sometimes has a jew-fro. I’m saying it because I know, firsthand, how whimsy attractiveness can be. Don’t we all? If someone is a jerk, they will start to become more and more ugly to us, and if someone is a sweetheart, they become more and more beautiful. This scenario I mentioned happens all the time, but I have yet to see someone who is a dick on the inside become nicer simply because they look good.
Oh, fuck it all! Let’s start a riot!
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Hay.
Since last i speedposted outside of my exam locale, alot has happened in my speedy world.
At the moment, i am sitting at a slightly unconfortable chair in Oslo, waiting for my train home. I’ve been here this weekend for a globalization conferance held by the norwegian branch of the world social forum. It has been awesome.
I wish to share a tale I came upon. It is quite sad. Me and my special ladyfriend were sitting at a coffehouse, waiting for the buss. We were sitting in a sofa outside in the snow (but under a pull-out roof and heat lamps), enjoying a nice hot cup of delicious cocoa.
Inside of the store a man sat, by himself. He was enjoying a delicious pastry and a cup of coffe, obviously quite satisfied as he was singing to himself of his achievement. “Nice for him”, I thought.
So, there we are outside of the store in the sofa. He then comes out, and tells us that it looks like we are having a nice time, and that he never could have that when he was young, because he was too shy. Now he is all alone, all his family is dead, no children or grandchildren. Noone he can have a nice time with but himself. He said that if he could go back 40 years, he would do it all differently. Then he told us that he lives in an institution, and they have failed to make him better.
After this extremely sad note, he walked back inside the coffehouse and sat back down at his table. As we walked away I could hear him sing to himself “I am crazy, I am crazy”
Sometimes I hate what this world does to some people. I do hope this poor man finds happiness, because noone should live their last days regretting their life.
Vegard
There are 4 good reasons I can think of why I should never get dressed up for a party while drinking…
- I get totally obsessed with looking perfect, and therefore I also get really disappointed when I realize that I’m not.
- I can never seem to remember to keep my hands still after polishing my nails, and therefore have to do it again…
- I get insecure about my outfit and end up changing it… And then changing again…. And then changing back to my original outfit…
- Being tipsy and putting on make-up… Enough said!
In preperation for my exams I decided to stay home this weekend, instead of going to Oslo, and I still ended up going out tonight. And last night me and my friend wined and dined (sans the dining…). Reading for my exams-0, drinking with friends-2. So tomorrow I’ll have to study.
But tonight is all about fun and celebration. My friend just left to go to some fancy dinner, and I’ll be leaving shortly to a birthdayparty.
Cheers!
-Frida
I hate menstruation.
There is honestly nothing pleasant about it, besides the fact that it means you are still capable of reproduction. Cramps that feel like you ate a seemingly dead chupacabra that came back to life in your lower intestine, unbelievable headaches, retention of water AKA you look and feel fat, tender breasticles, heightened emotions, having to wear a freakin’ diaper and/or shoving a dry tube of cotton up your piche….I tell you, men have it easy.
I think periods are kind of like little forebodings of what it’s like to be pregnant. Which makes me think, do I ever want to get pregnant? Ehh. But now that we’re on the topic of pregnancy, I heard an interesting story about this man who got these two worm-like parasites in his testicles and had to get them removed via surgery. His wife told him, “Now you know what it’s like to give birth.” This seemed absurd at first, but then it kind of made sense. I mean, babies start in the ovaries (female testicles) and the size of hole they have to come out is not dissimilar to a worm coming out of a man’s ball/penis. Am I wrong, here? I think not.
Anyway, I look forward to the distant day when menopause greets me and takes both my fertility and my monthly hell from me. I shall not weep for my lost eggs- no, I shall celebrate with champagne and a ritual burning of “sanitary napkins.” Until that day, I bleed.
Ciao!