Tuesday, 29 January 2008

FLAFF

My friend Namra, aka Marman, (which almost sounds like Marmite, something weird that english people have on their bread) told me this wonderful word she had invented. The word has a heavenly, fluffy and cotton-candyish kind of ring to it.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present:



She hasn't decided on an actual meaing of the word, but here are my sugegstions:
  1. It could be an adjective for comfy, sweet and fluffy, like for instance «Oh, Grandma, your hair is so flaffy» or «Gerda, your new fake-fur blanket is sooo flaffy» (because I would obviously not have purchased something made out of dead, animals who spent their miserable lives in a tiny little cage.).
  2. Or it could be a nice geek. A geek who doesnt think that he/she is better or more important than everone else just because they get straight A's and knows all the lecturers personally.
  3. It could also be a verb; to sink into a very soft sofa, watching a cartoon with no swearing words whilst eating Ben and Jerrys cookie dough ice cream. «sorry, cant talk right now, I'm busy flaffing»

Sleepless in Seattle and Transformers

Sunday, 27 January 2008


THOUGHTS

Om England.

Litt rart at eg sitte her og tror at eg kan sei någe om England. Eg bor jo tross alt i ein boble på universitetscampusen. Som eg sjelden forlate. Her er det over 40% internasjonale studenter, og det merkes. Men eg har allikevel merka meg noen ting som er særegent for engelsk mennene og damene.

  • De farge håret stygt. Sati så mange stygge hårfarger så e ute og går her i dette landet. De syns det e Kult å farge håret rosa, rustrødt og svart, helst i omvendt farge av den naturlige fargen de har, også farge de bare ein eller to tjukke striper, og lar resten av håret vær ein annen farge.

  • De er deilig høflige. ( Men det visste me jo fra før av)

  • Det e veldig på moten med UGGs her. De tar de på seg, og slebe de med seg på forelesninger og classes. Eg har ikkje føstehåndserfaring med UGGs sjøl, men det ser ut til at de sitter like godt på foten som fars tresko, altså må de slepes.

  • De er litt mamamdalter. Foreldrene til flatmatesene mine kommer stadig innom, sjøl om de bor langt herfra, de sender brev og pakker og styrer på.

  • De e ganske redd for å bli oppfatta som snobbete. Viss du handle på tesco for over 30pund eller drikke vin og spise ost som ikkje e tesco value cheddar, så risikere du og få snobbe-rykte på deg.

  • De er rett og slett på grenså til å være rasistiske av og til ( i alle fall i forhold til norsk standard) du må ofte oppgi «rase» på skjemaer og spørreundersøkelser, og de kan finne på og si ting som «det må vær han negeren i andre etasje som spiller rap på så høyt volum.»

  • hamburger og pommes fritez er sunt viss du tar light ketchup på.

Friday, 25 January 2008

Spunk, Ronkerullings and other words


About words

I like words. Words are what makes us humans so much better than any other species (although some species might disagree with me on that point. Like birds, that can actually FLY, lucky bastards). Anyway, the best thing about words is that their symbols are arbitrary. For example, the word «butt» does not look like a butt, nor does it feel like one. Pippi Longstocking have taken advantage of this, and invented her own word; «SPUNK» (which doesnt mean anything in swedish) When her friends Annicka and Tommy asks her what «SPUNK» means, she admits that she doesnt know. All she knows is that it definitely does not mean hoover.


I have also invented a word: RONKERULLINGS, which is put together by the two words «ronke» which is norwegian for wanking, and rullings which directly translated to english means a cigarette that you roll yourself. And my fantastic new word «ronkerullings» is a verb for a very special and unusual wanking-technique. ( A friend once told me about this guy she used to date who preferred this technique, and if you ask me, I could try and explain it for you) The word may not be all that useful, but I think it has a good sound to it.


However, my top five English words are:

  • Random

  • Weird

  • Retarded

  • probably

  • just

Thursday, 24 January 2008

Extremely loud & incredibly close by Jonathan Safran Foer and being 9years old

I just read the best book I have read all year (yes, I know 2008 is still quite fresh, but still...) Its about a nine year old boy named Oscar who goes on a treasure hunt in New York city. He has a key, which he found in his fathers (who passed away under 9/11), closet in an envelope that have the letters «Black» written on it. So to find the lock that matches with the key, he starts visiting everyone with the last name Black in the city. (why does it always sound so boring when I try to explain what a story is about?) anyway. The reason why I like this story is because of the logic in Oscars mind. He thinks like a true (only incredibly intelligent) nine year old child. I wish I could be nine years old again . Imagine if you suddenly was nine again. There would be no grey sones. Everything would be either good or bad and pretty or ugly. There would be no colours between green and blue (like turqiose or seagreen) If you lost a game, or got a bad grade, you could be angry and kick something and then get mad at the thing you kicked,because it hurt your foot! You could buy a bread in the campus shop and pay with pine nuts. You could sing out loud on the bus without anyone tinking you were a retard or on drugs.And if you fell asleep infront of the telly, you would miracolously wake up inyour bed the next day, and you didnt have to wake up to take out your stupid contacts! You would still think it would be possible to live on a diet of cake and lolloipops, and that it would be possible to build your house out of LEGO bricks!

And by the way, did you know there are cirka 62 lego bricks for every person in the world?

welcome

Welcome to my blog!

I have decided to start writing a blog, following in Linn and Amandas footsteps. I am going to write about anything I want to, which means that this blog is going to be a meaningless and inconsistent mixture of my senseless lists and spelling msitakes. And I will not worry if my notes are too short or if they wont make any sense to anyone but myself.

Do not read my blog if youre not interested in/dislike any of the following:

  • lists

  • daydreaming

  • words

  • film and litterature

  • people who can never get the words was and were right

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