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Wild Cherry - Play That Funky Music

How do you measure a year?

You know how every year just keeps getting better?

How 7th grade was a LOT of fun because you were the oldest at the school and had more power than the rest? And you even went on a camp-thing?

How 8th grade was great and extremely exciting because all of a sudden you went to school with all the "big kids", and you were the youngest? And oh my gosh, you met all these new people and you got grades!!?

How 9th grade was even better becasue you got to know everyone really well, you figured out what it took to get good grades, oh, and confirmaion??

Aahhh, and how 10h grade was even better??? Finally you WERE the oldest one, and everyone else looked up to you. And you were wrapping up your three years at junior high, and graduation and so on?

Oh, and then 1st (11th) grade? SO MANY PEOPLE YOU'VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF BEFORE! And new teachers and subjects, and finally you were one of the "old ones", and were a part of the Russ-celebration?

.. And then every year just keeps getting better, right? It makes sense.

Well. I'm pretty sure I just have to get used to the tought of last year being the best year. And no year in a long long time is ever going to be better than the school year 09/10.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee? In inches? In miles? In laughter? In strife?

And I finally felt brave enough

Zach, it buggs me that you ROLLED your letter to me - and therefore made it almost impossible for me to ever do anything but rolling it.
Kelly, it buggs me that your handwriting is almost too extremely syncronozied and well organized to be a hand writing, and that I didn't find the flash drive and frame until now.

Savannah, it buggs me that just when I started crying I started laughing at the same time because of all the flash backs I got while reading your letter. (I'm pretty sure I woke my mom up. its 1am)

Patrick, it buggs me that none of us can seem to find that notebook, and that I didn't get to give you a real kiss at the airport.

Kayli, it buggs me that it is going to be difficult to do ANYTHING with the cards from you without having the hamster-dance-song and "I want candy" playing constantly.

Allison, it buggs me that I'm not as skilled of a goodbye-letter-writer as you are.

And finally, Becca, the gold sparkles you warned me about does NOT bug me at all!

Yes, I finally read all of them. And I cried and laughed. And I love you all more than you can imagine. Thanks for making me the best I can possibly be!

Sometimes I get this writer's block

I'm living in the past

My clock's an hour fast

Should really go and make coffee but I can't be arsed.

I've lost my mobile phone

You'll have to call my home

On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone.

My grimy windows show the early morning glow.

Another day,

Another dollar in my one man show.

I'm lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Luis Lane

On board a bullett train.

Don't know yet if I'm glad I came

Don't know yet if I'm glad I came.

And this is what we do at the cabin.

It's a mess because "we" (Sølvi) are painting the ceiling. Brown. And we had to move everything around.

And this is how we roll!

Hemsedal

This is a reminder to everyone out there who has forgotten all about shcool - TWO WEEKS (to uka = two weeks)Plus this is a fabulous song. Enjoy!

Hot Hot Heat - Goodnight Goodnight

Because it makes me happy.
And goodnight.

... like...bobbypin

This reality is slowly but surely becoming my reality.
I've realized the past year was a completely different reality. More like a dream. And to try to keep the things and people in my dream alive, while I am living in reality is hard. It is possible, but hard. And believe me, I am trying my hardest.
The very same moment as I think everything is perfect, I can do it all, and I'm on top of the world - I feel the weight of missing everyone and everything in La Crosse. Everything is not perfect, at least not yet. And I can't do it all, at least not by myself. And I am not on top of the world, to quote a-number-of-different-bands, I can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Today I have been home for 2 weeks. Can you believe that? 2 weeks ago I was sitting in the couch next to the girls who has meant the world to me for the last years, and I didn't understand anything of what they were saying or worrying about or thinking. All I could think of was the greater picture: The World. Rotary. Exchange. Peace. Travelling. Helping. La Crosse.
I still float off to this universe sometimes, but not as often as I used to 2 weeks ago. People have been helping me a lot, without thinking about it I think. or maybe not?

There are words in english I cant remember, like mashed potatoes. I had to ask Patrick what the word for mashed potatoes was, because I had completetly forgotten, and then again, there are words from my english that I've taken with me to Norwegian. Like bobbypin!! There is no word for bobbypin in Norwegian, and everytime I say it someone looks at me like what I just said doesn't make sence. Bobbypin. It's a part of my voacublary. In norwegian. Bobbypin.
And realized, which doesn't really fit into the Norwegian language, because we have words like 'realize', just not an exact word for it. So I use it. In norwegian. And it sounds stupid. Realize.

I guess what I'm trying to say is.. Thank you to everyone who supported my choice of going to La Crosse. Thank you to everyone who welcomed me with open arms in La Crosse. Thank you to everyone who took care of me and loved me in La Crosse. Thank you to everyone who cried at the airport when i left La Crosse. Thank yo to my family who were (A bit late) at the airport when I arrived Norway for the first time in 11 months. Thank you to my friends and family who stil lov eme, even though they haven't seen me in what seems like forever. And, thank you now, to everyone who's putting up with me and my... American-life-style.

today's agenda

1. Shower to get rid of the smoke, beer, tent-feeling, bobbypins in my hair that I can't find, grass, and loud music from Malakoff.

2. Eat fresh rolls with fresh raspberryjam. mmMMmmMMm..

3. Walk to Vie and buy grapefruit.

4. Stay in the sun.

5. Be bbboooooorreeeeeedd

Have a nice monday!

Mmmmmmalakoff!

And then, all of a sudden, I've been to a dozen more concerts than I had 3 days ago, I've lost many,many hours of sleep, I've laughed a lot, and I've caught up with people I've missed for 11 months. Yes, I've spent my weekend on a festival. (http://www.malakoff.no/) Not just any festival, but one of the best ones in Norway (??!).
And now I have a really bad cold. And I'm tired. And I've been sitting on the couch for at least 5 hours.
i hope everyone had a great weekend!
PS! notice the heavy backpack!!

Og koffor går det bare dritt på TV på søndaga??!

ooohhh myyy.......... gosh!

So now,

when I think about the last 12 months of my life... I'm jealous.

Of myself.

Of all the people I met.

Of all the people I learned to love.

Of the experiences I got.

And I just want to do it over, sooo bad.

And I woulnd't do a thing different.

St. Patrick

Everybody, it seems to me

Just wants to be, just like you and me

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

Come January we're frozen inside

Making new resolutions a hundred times

February, won't you be my valentine?

And if our is all that we gave

And we someday, take that away

I'll be alright... If it was just 'till St. Patrick's Day.