Thursday, May 27, 2010

Glittertits

Gather around little children, it's time to play a little game. Well, it's not that little.

Endelig ble jeg ferdig med eksamene mine og du vet hva det betyr? You guessed it freedom, more specific work. I know what you're thinking, "Oh, poor moron, don't you see you're trading one hell for another?"
What? You weren't thinking that? Well, screw you. I'm still psychic, and my name's Merete! and at least this hell pays, granted not as much as you mom, but more than studying does.

Aside from that not much has happened, so as usual not much has changed.
Oh, I was going through some random pictures, that were randomly lying around in a randomly random position, and I thought "Hey, I should take a look, maybe there a pretty picture of a pretty bird there" Need I say more there were several. You see I just happened to stumble over proof that somebody is stalking me. Yes, you heard me I have proof. Nobody believed me. You all thought I was insane but HA! Here is the damn proof. So you can all kiss. My. Pimply. Ass!




I was in such a shock it's wasn't 'till I was washing of the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead... Wait that didn't happen to me. Seriously though it's a little freaky, slightly perverse and highly satisfying.

Everyone should have a stalker it really does boost your confidance, while at the same time forces you to be cautious, and just a little parinoid.


Catch yah on the flipside!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Emailing Myself & Replying

I wrote this the day before last.

So here is the problem I'm faced with today. No, it is not tying my shoelaces. I'm not completely incompetent. I have people for that. My problem is two ladies, and I'm the only man. That's not really a problem is it, and sadly not my problem slash... fun?
My problem is I feel like bitching, because I'm so fraking tired.
Bitching numero uno: My eyes are sore from lack of sleep.

...What. You were expecting more complaining? Well, Kathinka so was I. Then I realized I was about eight stories tall and a crustacean from the protozoic era. Well not exactly. I'm a 2.26 feet homosapien. Although I guess heterosapian would more accurately describe the human race. Simply because homo equals “the same” and hetro is the equivalent of “different”. Now I have yet to see two 100% identical individuals both mentally and physically. I mean not even conjoined slash Siamese twins are exactly the same. However! Since we are but mammals doing as they do on the discovery channel, I don't really care. Where was I? Ah! From the cenozoic era (that took forever to find, but now you know were we are on the geological timeline).

It was about that time that I realized I was a 2.26 feet homosapien from the cenozoic era, that a beam of light hit my naked eyeball and momentarily singed my retina. Yes, I was not wearing any form of protectional eye device thingamajiggy. Fortunately this was only temporary. Thanks for you concern.

So you see my temporary blindness obliterated ever shred of complaint. And instead set my brainwaves, or lack there of, in a completely new direction, or just continued flat lining but with more intensity. Because this could only mean one of three things.
1. My death ray is still faulty and bitching will not make it lethal.
2. The cylons are here.
3. A giant star has awakened from it's deep slumber and decided to slap me across my face.

I think it's the latter. Which if you translate from Geek to English you end up with: “YAY sun!”

Monday, April 5, 2010

My Addiction

It's always the same. Minutes become hours. Morning turns to night, and before I can say ''twins'' I've stayed awake three days straight. Days just seem to melt together.

Honestly who would give up the chance to play God? I decide who lives and who dies. I control their every move. Atleast until their bloody emotions get in the way. Damn free will! But seriously I do have a tendency of losing myself in games. I recently started playing sims agian after a long needed break, and I haven't been able to stop. There's so much to do, and there aren't any frakin' loading screens. My Gods how I hated those frakin' loading screens. The only problem is my sims 3 version (store bought) has a major glitch and blue screens ever so often. Also I keep getting twins. What is up with that?! This is my story. An epic tale of my addiction to Sims.

I made a much cooler sim version of myself, and added a stud who would shut up and do as he's told. Gotta keep them men in there place, can't be givin' them no false hope. Anyway I named them Kara and Icarus. Believe it or not they hit it off right away, and after some avatar love scenes, Kara became a journalist and Icarus completed his lifetime ambitions of joining the police force. It didn't take long before offers came rolling in, and after reaching the top of his career Icarus decided he had seen enough action, and took an early retirement. Instead wanting to help Kara with her gardening. Kara, now owning half of the city, decided to take a break from the stressful life of business, choosing to focus on her dream of becoming a famous best selling author. However after a romantic evening, two bottles of wine and some serious role-playing. Kara became ill, she was indeed with child.

Icarus tried to help her out as much as he could even reading that damn pregnancy book. However unlike Icarus, Kara wasn't fond of being a frakin' baby machine, and decided not to think about the little monster growing inside her. Almost fearing the birth. When it was time to get to the hospital, she had to drive herself, since her good for nothing husband was too scared to even be in the same room as her. Icarus was obviously more potent then your average Joe and they ended up with twins. Two beautiful girls, named Leia ,and Domino. Money being tight Icarus decided to step up and re-enter the workplace, accepting a top secret position at the science laboratory. Kara finally having hit it big with her last book “The Return of the Bunny”, made a life altering decision to change genre from sci-fi to fantasy, after her publicist told her there was more money to be made and a much larger audience. Ah the sacrifices one makes to ensure a good life for ones brats.

Icarus was invited to an after work dinner party. Which would have been a friendly affair had it not been for some guy called Cycl0n3, one of Kara's colleague. Icarus being the hothead he is decided to give him a piece of his mind. What kind of a name is Cycl0n3 anyway, and the bastard was getting a little too friendly with his woman! Oddly enough Mr. 'I have a loft filled with bimbos' didn't take to well to Icarus calling his mom a llama, and then slapping him is a manly fashion. Of course Cyl0n3 won the fight with some cheap shots, but not before Icarus had declared him his nemesis. Luckily Icarus still has some questionable contracts from his old days as an undercover agent. Needless to say Mr. Cyl0n3 mysteriously disappeared after a fishing trip in the mountains. He didn't stand a chance.

Bundle of joy my ars, more like Satan's little helpers. Both the girl were a wad of energy, and loved waking in the middle of the night. Since Icarus was often “away at work” helping his boss with important “research”, Kara spends more time with the girls then he did, at least when the moon was out. Ever so often Icarus would take the girls out, to the park, so to spend some quality time. Of course one time the incompetent fool set Domino down on the grass and went home. And of course the neighbours went haywire when she began to cry. So as usual Kara had to clean up his mess and talk to the outraged neighbours.

It was clear from the very beginning that Domino was more logical then Leia and learned to walk and talk before her 1 minute older sister, who instead wanted to play with Bill the Bear. A toy Icarus had found in the trash, as he was gathering information on the neighbourhood hoodlum Joe. The girls grew up quickly as children often do. Much to their parents amazement. It didn't take long before they were both getting straight A's in school. On they're sixteenth birthday however the two twins developed different personalities, Leia taking after her mother started writing and became more interested in boys, much to Icarus' dismay. While as Domino seemingly keeping a her focus on her studies, began to sneak out after curfew so she could live out her secret desire of becoming a professional musician.

I should probably stop playing, but I just can't.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Drinking Tea Out Of A Straw

"Once upon a time there was a woman named Abigail, who was in love with a man named Gregory. Gregory lived on the shore of a river. Abigail lived on the opposite shore of the river. The river that separated the two lovers was teeming with man-eating alligators. Abigail wanted to cross the river to be with Gregory. Unfortunately, the bridge was washed out. So, she went to ask Sinbad, a river boat captain, to take her across. He said he would be glad to if she would consent to go to bed with him preceding the voyage. She promptly refused and went to a friend named Ivan to explain her plight. Ivan did not want to be involved at all in the situation. Abigail felt her only alternative was to accept Sinbad's terms. Sinbad fulfilled his promise to Abigail and delivered her into the arms of Gregory.

When she told Gregory about her amorous escapade in order to cross the river, Gregory cast her aside with disdain. Heartsick and dejected, Abigail turned to Sluggo with her tale of woe. Sluggo, feeling compassion for Abigail, sought out Gregory and beat him brutally. Abigail was overjoyed at the sight of Gregory getting his due. As the sun sets on the horizon, we hear Abigail laughing at Gregory."

I found this little story when I was searching for information about genetic mutations. Of course this only proves my lack of concentration. Anyfloor, it's originally an assignment, where the answer is supposed to say something about you moral compass. You read the text, them rate the five character on a scale from one to five one being the character you liked the least. I believe we did something similar in middle school, where five people were trapped in a cave with only one way out and water rushing in to seal their doom. In short you play god and decide in which order they get out. Keeping in mind the last ones may drown. Of course every character had a twist, for instance the genius how would later on find a cure for cancer was also a child molester, and so on and so forth. Anyway back to the story at hand. I give you my rating, and I hope you leave yours in the comments.
Time to use that noggen!

Tricky tricky. It's actually quite difficult because it's all about situational morality. One person is doing what they think is right for their situation, when others may think their crazy. It's always hard to take a step back from your own live and instantly know your faults. I mentioned in previous post a lack of human empathy, in the analysis of catch in the rye, and I think text is yet another example. All five character are basically doing what they believe is the correct thing to do, without considering how their actions will effect others. There's a possibility I would do exactly the same, or I maybe not. You never really know until you've experiencing it first hand. Since I don't know anything other than this short version of the story. A story that lacks inner thoughts, emotions and desire. I'll be judging five people's decision based on gossip. I think, I'll speak for myself, I normally forget that's there are two side to a story. It's always easier to judge others than it is to judge yourself. So without further ado I give you the list.
I decided to do the list backwards, and also try to explain my reasoning.

5. Gregory: I liked Gregory the most because, he reacted in a way I most likely would. Keep in mind we don't even know if he and Abigail are in a relationship. The story is extremely vague, which is probably the point. I mean Abigail could be some lunatic stalker that looks at him through a telescope and has a room full of pictures. She could be insane. Or she could be the love of his life. I don't know. It doesn't really matter because, according to my sources, the television, cheating changes the relationship completely. So I understand his reaction. Although one could ask the question, if they were together, why didn't Gregory try to cross the river as well? Why was he just waiting for her? Was he an incompetent little man?

4. Sinbad: He simply made a request, maybe more a condition, for the favour Abigail wanted, and he held up his side of the bargain. Now he may have been a complete toolbag for requesting sex. Still he, like the rest of the world, was in a position of slight power and decided to take advantage of it. Abigail didn't have to agree but eventually did. I'm not really sure where to put Sinbad since he abused his "power" for the greater good of his loins, but still he didn't really do anything criminal, of course had he been her boss and the boat ride had been a promotion? Either way you see it he abused his position and that's not okay. He's a lowlife Plain and simple, and I don't care for him at all. Do you see how difficult this is? There are so many parallels. Compared to the others he's my nr.4 least likeable.

3. Ivan: He didn't need to get involved, so he stayed out of it. Very often people get involved in things they don't necessarily need to be a part of. So to some extend it's commendable. Although he could have solved the whole problem, if he had just cared enough to help, or was willing to take a risk. Also the story didn't give any specific details of Abigail's side of the island. For instance, we don't know if there are any materials for building a raft, just that she can't swim over. Apparently Ivan's her friend and even if he didn't want to get physically involved he should have been given her advise or tried to console her. He should done something. You never know, even the smallest of efforts could turn to be fruitful. It comes down to the fact that indifference is just as bad.

2. Sluggo: It's says that out of compassion for Abigail he goes and beats up Gregory. First of all how did he get over the river? Sid he sleep with Sinbad as well? Or did he know another route? Anyway he let his anger get the best of him and went all Armageddon on Gregory's ass, who really hadn't done anything wrong. For all we know Gregory didn't love her back, and there's nothing commendable about violence. Pain breeds pain, and it all turns into a vicious cycle. If he really cared for Abigail, he would have stayed by her side and helped her through it. It really is between Abigail and Gregory. Even though it's great that he cared, his actions were completely wrong. it takes a really evil person to find something like that endearing or even to think that beating somebody up is a nice gesture. Which only proved that Abigail is a horrible person. To laugh at somebody's pain. Are you kidding me? She is hands down my nr 1 least likeable.

1. Abigail: At the beginning of the story I empathized with her situation. However as the story progressed a growing disdain accumulated towards her. To me she seemed very calculating. I think she manipulated the situation in order to get some sort of revenge towards Gregory. I don't know. The main reason for my disliking her is of course the ending where she laughs at Gregory's pain. Also why did she go to Sluggo and not her friend Ivan for support, after Gregory had cast her aside? Maybe it was because Ivan didn't care in the first place, or she knew that Sluggo had these kinds of violent tendencies. That is why Abigail came in last... Or first on the least likeable scale.

There really are no right answers, they all did good and bad things. Do you agree? Do you disagree? Leave you're thoughts in the comments, and don't forget your list. I'm curious to know your own moral compass.
Catch you on the flip side!
Your sincerely,
Awkward llama.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

My Short Shirt

It is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.

My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.

My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.

My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.

My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.

My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.

My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.

My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.

My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.

My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.

But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine.
Mine.

Gratulerer med dagen jenter!
Better late than never. Right?

Monologen er hentet fra Eve Ensler sin "The Vagina Monologues

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more

Okei så det ble ikke hjemmebleking, men etter en sjapp runde med telefon og internett fant jeg en rimelig frisør som ikke kom til å brenne av håret mitt.
Så da er det vel bare å si TADA!



Now that's preudy.


And this is my "I'm blond face".

Yeah I know. Awkward pictures. I just thought the "mom smile" would be too scary, and the "duck face" would get me killed.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

You're So Pretty When You're Unfaithful To Me

Det er full snøstorm her. Kanskje ikke sånn man normalt ser på film, der hovedkarakterene blir snødd inne sammen med en gal øksemorder, men fortsatt snøstorm. Hvis ikke væregudene snart får en varmere tone, burde jeg investere i et skjerf som kan surres rundt hele kroppen min. Kanskje jeg kan leie en fyr til å gå rundt med vindskjerm og radiator? Hvem vet. Det er utrolig hva mennesker gjør for en liten slant. Uansett. Jeg er redd jeg vil blåse bort i dette arktiske været, forhåpentligvis lander jeg i varmere trakter, som Australia eller New Zealand. Jeg nøyer meg med armkroken til Jermaine Clement. Realiteten er vel mer armkroken til Snøball og en kopp varm te.

Pleide noen av dere, jeg later som det er et flertall som leser, å si "... in the pants" eller "... in the face"? Sånn, "du er så dum!" også ville du svare "du er dum... in the pants", eller "... inn the face". Nei? Ikke jeg heller, men det er rimelig moro å føye til in the pants bak boktitler. "Where the wild things are"... in the pants, Brooklyn Follies in the pants, Oracle Nights in the pants. Gjør det sammen med bokhyllen din, og fortell meg om artighetene.

Sykt infall alert! Jeg fikk plutselig veldig lyst til å bleke håret.

Jeg gjør det imorgen. Jeg skal i det minste gjøre et tappert forsøk, man vet aldri hvordan det blir med hjemmebleking. Tenker det er like greit ettersom håret mitt er rimelig slitt. Jeg kan ikke huske sist gang jeg hadde et stevnemøte med saksen. Det var vel før sommeren. Uansett, jeg skal kjøpe blekemiddel imorgen, kanskje min kjære mor hjelper meg. Sånn nå har jeg skrevet det, nå må jeg gjennomføre. Før ville jeg aldri i livet gått blond, men nå som jeg ligner på Cousin It, tenker jeg "the hell with it".

Well, catch yah on the flipside!

P.S. Jeg har bestilt nye briller!!! Ja, de jeg viste deg. Jeg gleder meg noe helt enormt. De er lilla. Blunkblunk.