Woh. Må søren meg gjøre vondt å få en bilijardkule rett i tygga.

Høst er så ubeskrivelig deilig. Jeg tenker at det er min favorittårstid. Den er så myk og god, beroligende. Beroligende å vite at alt ikke varer for evig. Selvom evigheten også er fin. Jeg elsker virkelig denne årstiden, fargene, tankene, luktene og vinden. Det er fint å vite at det er en tid for innhøstning.

Petra, moren til Morten, døde i går morges. Jeg blir trist på en god måte ved tanken. Jeg fikk aldri møte henne, men vi utvekslet hilsner mellom Morten og mor. Så hun visste at jeg eksisterte, og jeg henne. Hun hadde levd et godt liv, og for meg fremstod hun som et godt menneske. Hun godtok mor uten problem. Det er godt. At et voksent menneske fortsatt har god forstand i sin livets høst.

En ting som gjør meg gal og desperat av fortvilese i det siste er oppvarmingen. Den hersens, fordømte oppvarmingen. Jeg føler meg så forferdelig maktesløs. Jeg hadde aldri, aldri trodd at noe så truende katastrofalt kunne bli ignorert med en slik standhaftighet. Hva er galt med oss?

O lawdilawd. I am beat. I've been a tourist guide all week for a southerner. Exhausting. It makes me miss Italy. Alot. Mhm.
Bugs must love me. There are bugs everywhere I go. Mainly spiders in my room, but also huge beetles. For some reason the beetles dig my house. And I just found a grasshopper in the laundry room, sitting on the anti-smudge spray. It was cute. I ditched it outside.
My head feels like it wants to split, got a headache. And I've got my damn infection again. Troublesome. Bobby's going home tomorrow at 6 am, and the thought of getting up at that hour kills me, so I might just pull an allnighter. On the other hand, I have to eat dinner with my Father tomorrow night, so I should be rested lest I die of a nervous breakdown.
Hm. I'm tidying my room right now, it needs it badly. I'll post pictures later so you can revel in the tidyness. ;)
And I've decided that I can't go to Muse's concert, because I ain't got no money. =(

Ta~

Eg så'an!

Jeg ser på MacGyver. Prøver desperat å få med meg reklamen av Tobias. Freaket forresten helt ut i sted, da antennen fikk så mye regn på seg at signalene sviktet.
MacGyver er bra da. Var han egentlig med i den pornofilmen? Jeg lurer fortsatt på det.

Kakkmaddafakka. Jeg må få meg jobb.

(MacGyver = Chuck Norris?)

Mm, Johan, Aleks, Line, Niko, Halvard, Hensi, Siggah og Kaja were here today, and we watched "The Constant Gardener" which was nice, but slightly upsetting. I prefer fiction. Total fiction. Fantasy fiction.
The movie was interrupted though, when mother called and told me that my father is ill.
Great timing, as always. I think I want to go see him tomorrow, if they allow me. Maybe. I don't know.
She told me that he bleeds internally, heavily, that it might be anything, cancer, many different things, that it's serious. That they don't know what to do. He was apparently scheduled for surgery, but then it was postponed, and whoknowswhat.
It'll be ok. It's always ok.

Fy satan. Nå har jeg akkurat spist frokost, som H lagde. Og den var god! Grov brødskive, med stekt egg og bacon på. Sikl. Og kaffe med masse melk i.
Hensi kommer snart, huset er åpent for alle. Jeg har installert meg med teppe foran TV'en, i påvente av Tour de France som er min evige kilde til underholdning de siste dagene. Jepp.
Konserten med Sondre Lerche på torsdag var skikkelig bra. Jeg driter i dårlig holdninger. Det var bra. Bare Sondre med to gitarer. Det var knall.
Onkel Børge sa at jeg har bannet siden jeg gikk i bleier. Så da føler jeg at det er greit. Jeg har prøvd å slutte. Men jaja. Hvem bryr seg.

I just have to say.. I saw Die Hard 4.0 last night and it rocked my world. It really did.
There was one scene though.. One little scene that I think the movie could do without. (Kinda abit like Elizabeth's fucking silly shit-speech in PotC III. It gave me shivers, and not in a good way.) Other then that scene though, it rocked my socks off.
I love it. Action. Action. Action. Goosebumps.

I'm having a little LJ hiatus. So that's why I'm not particularly active. Family troubles.

Alright you guys, you who post about tea and cookies and cakes and joy. I eat nice food too, and drink nice tea! But eat this anyway! 

 

 Eheheheeeee. Ew. That tea smelled so good, you can't believe it, but it really didn't taste much. And then I just forgot it there. On the desk. And left to stay at the flat. I'm so glad mother didn't discover it. Ew! I wonder if the next time I drink tea from that thing if it'll taste funny.

Damn. I thought I lived here, way up north, for a reason. It is supposed to be cold. And now, just now, I sat outside. And the breeze wasn't even cold. It's all warm. And I'm headachy and grumpy. I'm gonna go and eat some damn cheese.

Warriors for Innocence & Six Apart. What a lovely match.
I don't even have words anymore. It's completely completely disgusting.

I cannot believe that that a cooperation like Six Apart and LiveJournal WHO are offering people JOURNALS can let themselves be influenced by a shitty, little thing like WFI. Burn and die, bitches.

I just remembered something. The priest that "confirmed" (*snigger*) Kristine, he started his preaching talking about "being in love". He was on fire with passion for what he was saying. I conclude that he must have been very much in love. He asked the congregation to raise their hands if they had ever been in love. Now that I think about it, I get all emotional. Grandfather raised his hand, my Uncle and my Aunt did and Mother and Morten. Everyone. Even the petite little girls who couldn't have been more than 4 years old, on the first row of benches, raised their hands. The old man in a wheelchair raised his too. =) That priest was real nice.

I had a little episode with myself though, walking into that church. I felt like a cockroach. I feel like a cockroach. I feel like the worst hypocrite in the world. Grandfather will be so shocked when I sign myself out of the established church. He'll call me a heathen, he'll point his firm and straight finger, and he'll throw a tantrum like no other. Then he'll forgive me, and tell me how pleased he is with me, like he did on Sunday. I haven't shocked him for awhile. Thankfully he doesn't know about my nipple piercing. It might take some months for him to tell me he's pleased with me again, but it'll be worth it, I think.
In church though, I started thinking about all the gifts I got for my confirmation. Should I give them back then? But I reasoned that this mistake was a part of the process. I believed it was right back then. I no longer do. I have made a mistake and I regret that. But I will fix it.

And I didn't voice the creed. I read all the songs in my mind. But I kept quiet during the ceremony and service.

Oh, and I visited Grandmother last night. XD She's the cutest little thing. How I love her. More than the sky. She is so skinny. 8 weeks or so lying down. She's nothing but skin and bones. But her eyes are clear blue like the sky, and she proudly lifted her left leg to show me the progress she has made. She had a small ictus, a stroke, during the operation, which affected her left lato. So that side was paralyzed. Now she moves like a pro. She complains about not being able to read the newspaper though, because her glasses no longer work properly. The stroke affected her eyesight, too.
Main thing is she's doing fine. And I love her.

Prettiness.