I haven't updated in quite a long time, I know. But I'm kind of not really in to this whole blogging thing any more. I even deleted this blog but then undeleted it since my teacher gave us an assignment to start a blog. I don't blog so much anymore because frankly I'd rather live life than write about it.
The end!
Friday 10 April 2009
Friday 20 February 2009
it takes a fool to remain sane
Guess who's back? MOI
First of all, this blog is for my Friends, nobody else. So you people (one who is half criminal and has a FULLY criminal terrorist boyfriend and another one who is just the former ones tag-along with no mind of her own) who read my blog and think you have the right to make judgments about the life I have chosen to lead, you can stop reading and get your own damn lives. Pathetic.
Alright so I finally have internet now, no more stealing from our neighbors. What has been uppening?
Birthday partay again: Another friend had a Birthday, his party was insanely fun, but not for me since I had to take care of a friend who had too much to drink and didn't have her ID so therefore couldn't enter the club. I had to walk back to Ability Towers with her and wait for the others to come back a few hours later. But still, a nice night.
Visitation: One of my homegirls came and visited. As usual we got into a whole lot of crazy shenanigans. We went to Club Mayfair on Friday the 13th with some other friends, around 3 in the morning when the others left we stayed a bit longer then a little while later when we decided to go home too, I saw a guy I had danced with earlier, he invited us to his flat and we accepted because frankly we didn't feel like going home just yet. So we ended up there and fell asleep even though I promised myself to go home and sleep in my own bed. Woke up around 8 in the morning and realized I had class in one hour so I didn't have time to go home, shower and change. We went to my class dressed in party clothes and make-up from the night before. It was definitely not a pretty sight.
Later that night we decided that we were too tired to go clubbing again so made plans to go to some pub in Piccadilly, but ended up in the club On Anon anyway ( two guys wanted us to pretend to be their friends because the staff wouldn't let them in without girls) so we danced like freaks and told all guys that we were lovers (it was Valentine’s day after all) and when they didn't believe us I kissed her as proof. Twice.
Then we came back around 2 in the morning got her bags and I went with her to Victoria Coach station where she took a bus to Stansted. I got home around 5 and went straight to bed. I spent pretty much the whole Sunday sleeping since I hadn't gotten much sleep all week being with my friend and all.
Lost my mind: I lost my mind, well actually it's just on vacation but I don't think it will return. I'm turning 20, the big TWO OH in the near future and to be honest it's terrifying. I will leave the teenage years behind. I will no longer be a teen, I will be considered as an adult and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I mean I still fight with kids about lollipops. Also I noticed that I now have wrinkles, around my eyes and mouth when I smile. This is awful. It could be a side-effect of losing and gaining weight continuously, drinking so much and smoking a minimum of 10 cigarettes a day. So now I will have to stop smiling or making any facial movements, buy an anti-wrinkle cream and maybe consider Botox. Life is over.
Well now that I've had my dramatic moment I'm going to stop writing, it keeps you wanting more doesn't it?
First of all, this blog is for my Friends, nobody else. So you people (one who is half criminal and has a FULLY criminal terrorist boyfriend and another one who is just the former ones tag-along with no mind of her own) who read my blog and think you have the right to make judgments about the life I have chosen to lead, you can stop reading and get your own damn lives. Pathetic.
Alright so I finally have internet now, no more stealing from our neighbors. What has been uppening?
Birthday partay again: Another friend had a Birthday, his party was insanely fun, but not for me since I had to take care of a friend who had too much to drink and didn't have her ID so therefore couldn't enter the club. I had to walk back to Ability Towers with her and wait for the others to come back a few hours later. But still, a nice night.
Visitation: One of my homegirls came and visited. As usual we got into a whole lot of crazy shenanigans. We went to Club Mayfair on Friday the 13th with some other friends, around 3 in the morning when the others left we stayed a bit longer then a little while later when we decided to go home too, I saw a guy I had danced with earlier, he invited us to his flat and we accepted because frankly we didn't feel like going home just yet. So we ended up there and fell asleep even though I promised myself to go home and sleep in my own bed. Woke up around 8 in the morning and realized I had class in one hour so I didn't have time to go home, shower and change. We went to my class dressed in party clothes and make-up from the night before. It was definitely not a pretty sight.
Later that night we decided that we were too tired to go clubbing again so made plans to go to some pub in Piccadilly, but ended up in the club On Anon anyway ( two guys wanted us to pretend to be their friends because the staff wouldn't let them in without girls) so we danced like freaks and told all guys that we were lovers (it was Valentine’s day after all) and when they didn't believe us I kissed her as proof. Twice.
Then we came back around 2 in the morning got her bags and I went with her to Victoria Coach station where she took a bus to Stansted. I got home around 5 and went straight to bed. I spent pretty much the whole Sunday sleeping since I hadn't gotten much sleep all week being with my friend and all.
Lost my mind: I lost my mind, well actually it's just on vacation but I don't think it will return. I'm turning 20, the big TWO OH in the near future and to be honest it's terrifying. I will leave the teenage years behind. I will no longer be a teen, I will be considered as an adult and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I mean I still fight with kids about lollipops. Also I noticed that I now have wrinkles, around my eyes and mouth when I smile. This is awful. It could be a side-effect of losing and gaining weight continuously, drinking so much and smoking a minimum of 10 cigarettes a day. So now I will have to stop smiling or making any facial movements, buy an anti-wrinkle cream and maybe consider Botox. Life is over.
Well now that I've had my dramatic moment I'm going to stop writing, it keeps you wanting more doesn't it?
Tuesday 3 February 2009
The art of being a woman
" Allowing the men to believe that they, indeed, are in charge. That is the art of being a woman." -Lady Elizabeth
Alright I know I said that I would blog at least once a week. But now you've learned your lesson. Never believe a woman’s words. So what has been happening in this crazy atmosphere?
Birthday Party: I went to a crazy birthday party with a group of friends. We were supposed to have a table at Cristal club (which is a fancy exclusive club worth shit) but the fuckers wouldn’t let us in so we went to another club in Leicester Square, called Sound.
To be honest the music was awful, mostly hip hop and not even good hip hop at that.
Crowding was also a problem, simply too many people, but that’s expected on a Saturday night in London.We had a VIP table thanks to the birthday-boy and started drinking,
fast-forward one hour and everyone is drunker than skunks. Some start stripping, boys start kissing boys. People are hanging of f the ceiling (yes I was one of those).
And we all ended up on the floor a few times. And I mean ALL, the whole group went down together because basically we were all leaning on each other for support in our drunken hazes. Afterwards we went to Ability Towers and kept partying a bit more.
Eventually some went to sleep and some kept right on with the madness.
I went to bed around five in the morning. I had to sleep in my Norwegian friend’s bed, there wasn’t much space for the both of us but we survived, barely.
Library: I got my library card. I’ve borrowed so many books, I’m extremely happy now.
Books are one of the few things that I like about life. I am a bookworm and damn proud of it too.
Snow Chaos: On Sunday night London’s rainfall decided it needed a break and gave the job of making our lives miserable to a snow storm. Yesterday was chaos. No buses, no underground (except the northern line and central line), shops were closed and people didn’t go to work. Personally I think it was a bit melodramatic but I guess this city isn’t used to snowfall and isn’t able to handle it. Yesterday and today has been awful, snow everywhere.
But it’s getting warmer now and the evil snow is melting, thank whomever for that.
Endured isolation: Since our internet has been cut off and we need to fix up a BT-line but cannot do that without our landlady we’ve been stealing internet from our neighbors downstairs. But they were gone for two weeks and had turned off the modem so I had to endure two horrific weeks without internet. The fellows came back yesterday and I’ve basically been glued to the screen ever since. I need internet or I go mad. How am I supposed to keep in touch with the rest of the world when all I can do is sit in my ice-cold flat and stare at the wall?
Other than that I haven’t really done anything worth mentioning.
Basically I’ve been wishing for internet and felt sorry for myself .
Now I’m going to Tesco I think. I’m sick of this flat.
Alright I know I said that I would blog at least once a week. But now you've learned your lesson. Never believe a woman’s words. So what has been happening in this crazy atmosphere?
Birthday Party: I went to a crazy birthday party with a group of friends. We were supposed to have a table at Cristal club (which is a fancy exclusive club worth shit) but the fuckers wouldn’t let us in so we went to another club in Leicester Square, called Sound.
To be honest the music was awful, mostly hip hop and not even good hip hop at that.
Crowding was also a problem, simply too many people, but that’s expected on a Saturday night in London.We had a VIP table thanks to the birthday-boy and started drinking,
fast-forward one hour and everyone is drunker than skunks. Some start stripping, boys start kissing boys. People are hanging of f the ceiling (yes I was one of those).
And we all ended up on the floor a few times. And I mean ALL, the whole group went down together because basically we were all leaning on each other for support in our drunken hazes. Afterwards we went to Ability Towers and kept partying a bit more.
Eventually some went to sleep and some kept right on with the madness.
I went to bed around five in the morning. I had to sleep in my Norwegian friend’s bed, there wasn’t much space for the both of us but we survived, barely.
Library: I got my library card. I’ve borrowed so many books, I’m extremely happy now.
Books are one of the few things that I like about life. I am a bookworm and damn proud of it too.
Snow Chaos: On Sunday night London’s rainfall decided it needed a break and gave the job of making our lives miserable to a snow storm. Yesterday was chaos. No buses, no underground (except the northern line and central line), shops were closed and people didn’t go to work. Personally I think it was a bit melodramatic but I guess this city isn’t used to snowfall and isn’t able to handle it. Yesterday and today has been awful, snow everywhere.
But it’s getting warmer now and the evil snow is melting, thank whomever for that.
Endured isolation: Since our internet has been cut off and we need to fix up a BT-line but cannot do that without our landlady we’ve been stealing internet from our neighbors downstairs. But they were gone for two weeks and had turned off the modem so I had to endure two horrific weeks without internet. The fellows came back yesterday and I’ve basically been glued to the screen ever since. I need internet or I go mad. How am I supposed to keep in touch with the rest of the world when all I can do is sit in my ice-cold flat and stare at the wall?
Other than that I haven’t really done anything worth mentioning.
Basically I’ve been wishing for internet and felt sorry for myself .
Now I’m going to Tesco I think. I’m sick of this flat.
Sunday 18 January 2009
you think you got it?
Okay so it's been a year since I blogged, haha I'm so funny. Anyway so what's new?
Well New Years Eve' was amazing, it was more fun than I had expected. I can't write everything about what happened because some things just aren't anyone else's business than mine. Here's what you are allowed to know.My date came to my house, we got dressed then went to South Kensington where the hotel was. We danced and drank, Alot. Then sometime after midnight we started chatting with this woman, dressed in a gold bikini and with gold paint all over her body. I managed to convince her to sell some drugs to us and 20 minutes later, well I dont remember much after that. I know I somehow managed to flash the whole room twice, my strapless dress just kept slipping down. The next thing I know I'm sitting in another room and my date is giving me glass of water after glass of water. The next thing he gets our coats and we take the underground back to my flat. While in the underground he and an english man share a cigarette while waiting for the train. A man who worked there passed us and somehow managed to miss to see the cigarette, stupid man. We got home around 8 in the morning, smoked some shit and passed out circa 1 hour later
I woke up with blisters all over my feet so I couldn't really walk. My lips were swollen to twice their regular size (according to my date I hit my lips against his forehead but I think I did it more than once) and I had managaed to cut through the side of my tounge with my teeth so I couldn't eat anything solid for a couple of days. All in all it was a fabolous evening.
(this is what happens when you're me)
Well New Years Eve' was amazing, it was more fun than I had expected. I can't write everything about what happened because some things just aren't anyone else's business than mine. Here's what you are allowed to know.My date came to my house, we got dressed then went to South Kensington where the hotel was. We danced and drank, Alot. Then sometime after midnight we started chatting with this woman, dressed in a gold bikini and with gold paint all over her body. I managed to convince her to sell some drugs to us and 20 minutes later, well I dont remember much after that. I know I somehow managed to flash the whole room twice, my strapless dress just kept slipping down. The next thing I know I'm sitting in another room and my date is giving me glass of water after glass of water. The next thing he gets our coats and we take the underground back to my flat. While in the underground he and an english man share a cigarette while waiting for the train. A man who worked there passed us and somehow managed to miss to see the cigarette, stupid man. We got home around 8 in the morning, smoked some shit and passed out circa 1 hour later
I woke up with blisters all over my feet so I couldn't really walk. My lips were swollen to twice their regular size (according to my date I hit my lips against his forehead but I think I did it more than once) and I had managaed to cut through the side of my tounge with my teeth so I couldn't eat anything solid for a couple of days. All in all it was a fabolous evening.
(this is what happens when you're me)Family: I went to my home country for 8 days. Visited my family and some friends. What chocked me was how little that had changed, people were still talking about the same shit subjects and nagging about the same old people. I am extremely glad that I didn't stay there. I would have lost my mind.
Brick Lane: I went to Brick Lane market today, it was AWESOME. They had so much of everything and I certainly liked it better than Camden or Portobello market. From now on every sunday is reserved for Brick Lane. I especially loved their rock'n'roll tshirts. I am definitly buying some very soon. Also my flatmate and I went to buy some skunk. It was an old flat, with 2 young maroccan guys and 2 older maroccan men. They just had a tv and some sofas to sit on. We chatted with them for a bit, bought the stuff and came home. That whole thing was just like a movie. But the dealers weren't too strange, they seemed to be fairly cool guys.
Now I am home, freezing my ass off. I'm getting myself some steaming hot coffee now.
Now I am home, freezing my ass off. I'm getting myself some steaming hot coffee now.
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