Warning: I am very angry right now, and this post reflects that. It contains filthy language, and is bursting at the seams with hate. Just thought you should know before I exposed you to this. <3
Dear Windows, I motherfucking hate your guts! In tandem with java you are everything that is wrong with the computer world. You represent every-fucking-thing that I hate. I am so God damn pissed with you both right now, you can’t even begin to comprehend the glowing hot rage I harbor for you.
Tell me, Windows, which other operating system in the known WORLD will just plain fucking stop listening to input, hmmm? Don’t you think input might be a teensy tiny bit FUCKING IMPORTANT!? And you! Java! You asscock! Don’t you dare think I’d forgotten about you! I can’t think of anything quite as obscenely useless as a programming language that refuses to compile to an external file, but works just “fine” inside an IDE. And I say “fine” because there’s no such thing as “fine” with java, only java-fine, which is only marginally better than thundershittingly bad.
And guess who can force java to behave? That’s right, Mac OS X can. It’s the exact same fucking project, I just copied the damn files over, but noooo, Windows can’t do shit with it, that’s for GOOD operating systems!
AAAAAARGH!
And one last thing, and I want you both to hear this! Windows, I’m having another affair with Linux. Java, I’m having an affair with Haskell. Both of them do things for me that you guys wouldn’t even dare to try! So from one exhausted and pissed off coder to two piss poor tools, I hate you both, and I hope you rot in 64-bit hell!
/nerdrage
Sincerely
Bjørn
Ello
So. This is the story all bout how my life got flip-turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I retook my exam without having read any additional literature and aced it. Bel air.
So. 3-ish years ago, I was finishing my first year of Norwegian high school. This was way before i was politically active, at all. My political interest at this point went a little something like: “The idea behind communism is awesome. Unfortunately the attempts were shit, so nobody wants communism anymore. Thus, I do not care at all about society.” Anyways, I finished my year, and one of my subjects, social studies, I failed at. Miserably. On a grade scale from 1 to 6, 1 being you did not pass and 6 being you are my own personal Jesus, I got a 2. Worst grade you can get, and still pass.
Now, 3 years later, I decided to retake this exam. After over a year of political activism, and plans on becoming a social studies teacher in Norwegian high school, this was a matter of honor!!
So I just came from my exam. It was oral, and I aced it!! 
Moving on. I got 2 questions: about culture and the problems of multiculturalism, and economic growth in relation to environmental sustainability, Both of which I can talk for hours about, due to my political activism.
Being active in Red Youth, I learn about lots of different social subjects. And that is awesome. At the end of my exam, the guy who was grading me said “are you politically active?”. Of course I am!! Yay!
Vegard,
Political activist
The countdown starts! Twelve days until I make my way to West Virginia for my bestest friend’s wedding! Yay!
Now, it has been almost two years since the McDougall brothers (myself and Amanda…long story) have seen each other, so this is going to be quite 
wondrous. Anyone who wishes to witness this reunion of epic proportions; I invite you to get your ass to West Virginny.
I’m so looking forward to meeting all the crazy peeps down there and experiencing…The South. I plan on having biscuits with as many meals as possible and going to the infamous Walmart, where many a-special things have taken place.
The flight might be a little hellish, but it could be worse. Besides, my sheer sleep deprivation is going to make for a wondrous roadtrip from the airport to Princeton. We will undoubtedly break out the Michael and have ourselves a little car dance party, so to her fiance, Josh: be prepared.
Upon critical review, I have decided to discontinue this series. Yes, after only one chapter, it’s done. Ya’ll don’t want to read my crappy writing and it makes for incredibly boring blog entries, therefore it is over.
If you care at all, the status of my essay is a completed rough draft. The final publication will be finished by Friday and that will be that. In the future, perhaps I will use BRBcoffee to bounce ideas around, but nothing more.
Just to specify, I’m not quitting BRBcoffee, just quitting writing about lame English class projects. Worry not my loyal readers! I will be here for awhile yet. Maybe I’ll even develop a life and have really awesome topics to discuss. That is not a guarantee, so until then…
“So long, honey babe,
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell.
Goodbye’s too good a word, babe,
So I’ll just say fare thee well.”
-Elaine
Ello.
So I’m sitting here surrounded by thick books i have to read for my exams coming up. I am not particularly pleased about the situation, and look forward to a change in my life. Anyways, I was digging through my folders and I came across this poem. Thought it was pretty cool, so I’m gonna share it with you.
It’s funny how hello is always
accompanied by goodbye
it’s funny how good memories
can start to make you cry
it’s funny how forever
never really seems to last
it’s funny how much you’d lose
if you forgot about your past
it’s funny how friends can just
leave you when you’re down
it’s funny how when you need someone
they’re never around
it’s funny how people change
and think they’re so much better
it’s funny how many lies
can be packed into one letter
it’s funny how people forgive
even though they can’t forget
it’s funny how one night
can contain so much regret
it’s funny how ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all
is that none of that’s funny to me.
Cheers,
Vegard