Tonight is an amazing night! Not only is there a lunar eclipse taking place, it is also the Winter Solstice! Does that not blow your mind? Well maybe the outfit I wore whilst standing out in the street viewing the eclipse a few moments ago will:
Oh yeah, that’s a plaid fleece night shirt with snow boots and an over-sized jacket. It’s called being sexy.
Apparently this type of celestial event last occurred some 400 years ago, therefore I do declare it a magical happening. Of course, it’s so cloudy here in my neck of the woods that even seeing the moon was nearly impossible, but sure enough I caught a glimpse and therefore can claim to have seen the 2010 lunar eclipse. Take that, bitches!
On a side note, isn’t it great when you’re closer with people on Facebook than you ever have been and ever will be in real life? Ahh, it makes me laugh.
Nighty night!
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Middle School/Junior High.
Need I say more?
I’m pretty sure it’s the most awkward segment of life- for everyone. Seriously, you’re either too fat or too skinny, full of acne, you wear the most hideous clothes (usually because of peer pressure), your hair is a downright atrocity- and the worst part of all is that, at the time, you have no idea just how painful it will be for your future self to look back at pictures of you.
As for myself, I think I got hit by a freight truck of the aforementioned awkwardness. I was chubby, had braces, had frizzy hair that I simply could not and would not wear correctly, wore sweatshirts all the time along with “skater” shoes because my friend said they were the only cool shoes to wear, was obsessed with Eminem and Lord of the Rings, and best of all…I got my period. Umm…let me tell you, abso-friggin-lutely NOTHING is worse than bleeding through at school. It truly is one of my most horrifying memories: standing up from the lunch table, feeling something very strange going on in the seat of my pants and a girl from a grade above me running over to say, “Oh my God! You must have started your period!” I’m fairly certain my face was as red as the blood gushing from my vagine! Ohhhh……it was a terrible time. Terrible, terrible time.
On that note (you are probably weeping right now at the graphicness of the above imagery and also at how pathetic I was), it’s good to know that we all change. As a matter of fact, I’m still changing and hoping that someday soon I shall finally come into my glorious own. It’s not fun being 10 years younger than your closest sibling and having that sibling be one of the most beautiful women ever, but I’m holding onto the fact that when she is 45 and developing deep wrinkles, I shall only be 35 and living it up! Muwahaha! Sorry Noni, I love you, but I’m a jealous biotch.
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I think it’s about damn time for a change. I don’t know what I’m going to change, but it’s going to be something.
I’m beginning to hate myself–not in a self-destructing way, but in a I-need-to-change-something-about-myself way. I’ve gotten to the point where I annoy myself, and if I annoy myself, do I annoy other people? Probably.
I think I could rock this, don't you?!
Therefore, I’m going to change something. Maybe I’m going to become someone who studies really hard or perhaps I’ll get a new type of hair or buy some new clothes. Maybe I’ll make a new friend. Maybe I’ll become someone who drinks 8 cups of water a day. Maybe I’ll eat healthily. Maybe I will stop using apostrophes. I just need to change something. I need to break the spell of monotony with something, I don’t care what.
I just need to shake something up. I need to focus on something different, maybe obsess about something new, and therefore not annoy myself or other people. I just need to change something about this boring life.
What has brought this about, you may ask? Perhaps it is my upcoming big choices. Or maybe it’s because I’m updating the Sims and must wait twenty minutes for it to load.
Disconcertingly yours,
Elizabeth
P.S. My school was just cancelled for tomorrow 🙂 Be happy for me!
Pardon the pun people, but the point is: I’ve got overalls!
I had overalls growing up, and I just loved how comfy they are. And also practical! And I wanted overalls to wear for those casual and laid back occasions that my life seems to be based entirely on lately.
Well, now I won’t have to long for overalls any longer, because my wonderful mother gave me these last week. So now I’m cleaning the apartment sporting a denim overall from my mother and a Bon Jovi t-shirt from my father. Parents are the best! (And yes, I know, this is totally the 80’s look…)
I actually have a pair of red overalls from the year I graduated High School. A nice norwegian tradition is to wear a pair of red overalls for 17 days, without cleaning them, while doing stupid stuff. This is me sporting the red “Russe”-overalls on a mountain hike. They were actually quite good for the purpose. Practical. Lots of pockets.
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But enough with the overall-talk, I was supposed to tell you about my weekend! I’m done with my year of political studies, and I don’t have to go into work until tuesday. Conclusion: This weekend is the best!
Tonight is also my favorite yule-tide tradition: The tasting of the Yule-tide brew! There are 5 brews in our test-group, and we will rate which one is the best. I will also make a nice yule-tide dinner, and we have aquavit to go with it. A very norwegian evening with fish, beer and aquavit.
Yes people: Frida loves her life when she isn’t stressed about exams!
-Frida
“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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