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DON’T FUCKING DO IT!!!

You’ll end up creating a monster.

I’ve just had a public mother-daughter spat on my FB page that I wish had never happened. I initiated it, I will admit, but only out of sheer desperation to get her goddamned attention! We are having relationship issues, needless to say, but every time I try to talk to her seriously I am either laughed off or she takes offense and it becomes a yelling-match. Wait wait, isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Shouldn’t I be the FB addict who doesn’t want to build a healthy relationship with my mother? Why is she being the child?

So yeah, to make a long story longer, it started as kind of a passive-aggressive comment about having to eat alone after making everyone’s breakfast. Well, she took offense. I decided, then and there, to completely humiliate myself by confronting her on my own FB page. I can’t say it was a mistake, because it served its purpose; I finally got her attention. When she finally confronted me in person, we had a big ol’ scream/sob session and, in the end, worked things out. Or so I thought. I actually just went to pee (it’s been about 15 minutes since the confrontation) and overheard her and her husband (aka Jack aka THE DEVIL!) talking smack about me. First thought: there goes the ol’ trust we just built. Then I thought: no no, I’m gonna talk to her and tell her how it made me feel; I’m just gonna be open. So I was and once again, we mended it somewhat (I have been paranoid about him talking shit about me for about 3 years now and he pretty much just cemented that distrust).

Moral of the story, folks: confrontation can actually be a good thing. It’s uncomfortable as hell, but it’s really the only way to deal with relationship problems.

At the end of the day, I feel tired, embarrassed, and overall paranoid. I hate Jack a little more than I used to, but oh well. Still, I feel like I at least took the risk of putting my true feelings out there for the world to either help me with or laugh at. What the world will do is yet to be known.

Please be nice, world. Please.

Sayonara!

As I sit here in the library pretending to be working on my two papers and presentation (yet not because I totally left all of my books in my mother’s car), I have decided to write a blog for BRBcoffee. I have neglected you, my old friend, and for that I am sorry.

I’d like to start off with some bitching. For the past, oh, 3 weeks I have been getting some incredibly shitty sleep. See, the root of the problem is that my internal schedule does not align with that of mainstream America. Waking up at 6:00 AM just isn’t my style. Like some dark, slimy creature risen from the Underworld with hopes of destroying the human race, it’s simply…unnatural. Having to go to bed by 10 PM is blasphemy as well, yet I try and try and try and try to do it, day after day after day after day, because I have to.  I try to use the weekends to recharge, but that has not been happening these past few weeks and that is why I feel like I am losing my mind. Also, last night I dreamt all night about weird ass shit, the only particulars I remember are the following-
being forcefully kissed by this dude:

and then falling in love with this one:

I don’t know these boys, mind you! They are simply members of a band I saw one time, thought, “Eh, they’re alright. That one dude looks like Robert Plant and Jesus,” and briefly mentioned in a blog. You see? My mind is fucked, my friends.

I have found a remedy though. You take a cup of hot water, dissolve into it a nighttime cold medicine tablet, add a shot of whiskey and some honey, and proceed to drink it rapidly because it tastes fucking sick. In my neck o’ the woods, we call these “nighttime toddies.” They aren’t exactly good for you, hence I can’t drink them every night, but my God do they make you sleep like a little baby.

In other news, today is Thursday. That means tomorrow I work at my volunteer job, and then the weekend shall be upon me! Yay! Oh…except I have to write two papers and create a presentation sometime within that joyousness, but that’s okay because it’s the WEEKEND!

[Umm…I just looked over at the computer screen of the person next to me and she was staring hypnotically at a video of a lighter burning…dropping some acid, are we???]

Alas, it is 4:49 and I must leave you all in order to catch my ride. I hope you have a fabulous weekend and dream about making out with dudes who look like Jesus.

Toodles!

As of this January I am studying at the University of Tromsø, and this semester I have “blindly” chosen three single subjects to study while waiting to start my real degree come fall. The subjects I chose first were Feminist Philosophy and English word and sentence structure. One is due to my interest in feminism and the other is due to my interest in studying english. So I needed one more course to have a full schedule, and I wasn’t quite sure which one to choose.

My “boy”friend suggested Model UN, which I concidered. That was until his friend mentioned another subject: British and American Crime Fiction. A subject involving a lot of reading, a lot of talking about the books and re-reading them, and a written exam that I am dreading. And also: One of the most amazing teachers I have ever had. (This is saying something as I have had some pretty great teachers.)

Last week, which was the first class I attended after missing out on discussing Edgar Allan Poe when I was sick, we talked about the Arthur Conan Doyle-book “The Hound of the Baskervilles”, and the three hours spent in a classroom with a class in which I know no-one and a teacher who is most entertaining and educating had me inspired. I practically ran to the book-store to buy the next book: Agatha Christie’s “The Murder of Roger Ackroyd”, and I started reading that very night.

I have never concidered myself a big fan of murder mysteries, other than CSI and other similar tv-shows. This class is changing me. I love the Agatha Christie-novel, and I even enjoyed the story about the obnoxious Sherlock Holmes and his push-over accomplice Watson. And I can’t wait for todays class, when I will be better prepared than I was for the last class. Not only have I read the book, I also did some online research and read the chapter handed out to us on ideology in writing.

So: How amazing does this class sound?

Hyperactive greetings from a Frida who couldn’t sleep last night, and just has a cold shower to wake properly up.

Morning tunes: Katie Melua – Call off the Search

Lately I have nauseated the people around me, and probably to some extent the readers, by being insufferably happy. The reason for my happiness is both simple and complex.

Simple version:
I’m in love.

More complex version:
The change in my life, when I moved to Tromsø, gave me a new kind of energy. The new subjects I’m studying are perfect for me. The feeling of finally being in controll of my life and getting somewhere gives me reason to get up in the mornings. And the man who is the object of my most obvious love is kind, caring and (for some reason I still can’t quite grasp the concept of) in love with me as well. Shortly: I’m in love with my life, my subjects and a man.

Oscar Wilde said to “Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.” And being a man who sacrificed his social standings, his career and his health all for “The love that dare not speak its name”, another man (which was a criminal offence in England in the 19th century), I’m guessing he knew a little something about love.

My life felt like that sunless garden for some time. It is a cliché to say that love shone a new light, but guess what: There’s a reason to clichés becoming what they are. And the greatest part of it is: The more I love my life, the better it seems to get.

This incredibly happy and optimistic submission is not only my way to force my happiness down your throats, but also an attempt to outweigh my previous life-categorized posts of a more emoistic character (not a word, I know, I made it up…) and to let you all know that I have found happiness. For now, at least, and hopefully one that will last, no matter what the future holds.

Buddha told us that happiness never decreases by being shared, using the metaphor that “Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened.” I try my best everyday to make people around me happy. I smile, I try not to be mean, and I try to be the best person I can be. I believe that it is everyones shared duty to make the world a better place. And now I feel it returning to me: The joy and the happiness I wish for others are filling my heart, making it even easier for me to smile and be nice. And I can tell you something: This is the best way to be happy. Be happy, share happiness and it will return to you.

Those are my words of wisdom and sickening smugness for the night. I actually did mean for this post to be funny and upbeat, but I guess you’ll have to settle for what you get.

-Frida

Mondays are not at all like fridays… not at all! The weather sucks, I overslept a lot because I was up till 4 watching videos about the holographic universe, and this time I really did leave the headset at home. Oh, and to top it off, my buss is filled with annoying little firstgraders. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate kids, it’s just that when they band together, each individual’s annoyingness goes exponential…

Anyway, that’s the intro. It’s a little long, but I’m ready to move on. The only problem is, I really just got on here to whine about how badly my day started, so I’m not entirely sure how I should follow up.

I guess I’ll talk a bit about Israel, it’s been a long time since it’s been mentioned on this here site, which is a bit out of character for us, so someone has to make us predictable again, and it might as well be the chaotic one.

Israel, “the only democracy in the region,” is of course rabidly supporting “President” Mubarak of Egypt, the dictator who has ruled for three decades. This seeming contradiction of a democracy supporting a dictator is very surprising to absolutely no one at all. Why is that? Maybe it’s because Israel is hardly democratic at all. Any country that systematically opresses part of it’s people with a given ethnicity has no right to call itself a democracy!

But Burie, how can you say such horrible things!? There are surely Palestinians in the Knesset! That is true, there are a few, however record shows that they have never had a decisive vote in a single case, in if such a situation has ever been imminent, the vote is not held, and the matter has been decided in back rooms in discussions where the Palestinians have not been present. If that is hard for you to believe, I shall append links at the end of this blog to prove my accusation as soon as I get on a computer.

Furthermore, in order to continue their blockade of the Gaza strip, Israel is completely dependent on Egypt upholding their blockade, as Gaza has a small border to Egypt in the south. If Egypt were to develop into an honest to God democracy, which it will, mark my words, then they might not be so keen on ruthlessly oppressing an entire people any more. So you see, Israel is terrified of democracy spreading in the region. If it can no longer falsely call itself the only democracy, it can’t expect to be the only friend of the west either (although the US did support Mubarak, but that’s a subject for another blog). In Israel’s eyes, no longer having a monopoly on telling us the truth, we, the west might start to hear certain truths that do not agree with the truths that they’ve been feeding us. Most importantly, that Israel isn’t a democracy, and that Palestine is even worse off than even the most liberal media has dared to whisper of to date. For these reasons, the democratic revolutions in the region are extremely exciting.

This is my end station here, see ya!