Two of my best friends celebrated their birthday last week, Oda and Martine. Oda had invited me and a few other people to go stay at her boyfriends cabin over the weekend. Oda, having a very organized nature, asked if I was free that weekend a few weeks before we were to go on our mountain adventure. Martine, being of a very chaotic nature, did not. Luckily Martine had a "best friend birthday dinner" on Thursday (the 25th and her actual birthday), so I did get to see her. Her sister had made reservations at TGIF for us and we were set to meet there at 18.00 (6PM), sadly I've recently developed a habit of running late. I haven't always been like this, I actually used to arrive 20 minutes early for thing as a general rule, and then just sit there, awkwardly. I showed up an hour later with my makeup rushed to the point of me not being sure exactly what I had slapped on. Was I wearing eyeshadow, eyeliner, a fake mustache and a sombrero? I really didn't know. I (for obvious reasons) sat at the end of the table next to a friend of mine named Veronica. Veronica and I have this weird relationship where we think the other one suddenly has lost all fondness of the other and doesn't want to be friends anymore. So.... we hadn't spoken for about a year. The thing is though; we both REALLY like each other. We started talking the way one often does when they think someone they adore suddenly hates them, by playing it cool. It didn't take long before we were laughing at our selves for being complete idiots and made a pinkie promise to remember we were (as far as really fucked up people go) a pretty good team and that we really did love each other. This was wonderful for me because whenever I would see a picture of her on my Facebook feed I'd just really hate her pretty, stupid face. Thing is I love her pretty, not stupid face! She's the biggest dork and I like her a lot! Veronica, Martine and Oda (in that order and not the same Oda who had the cabin party) A very Pretty and not at all stupid face! The following day I met up with the other gang an we made our way to Perfect Escape (it's pretty much a place where you get locked in a room with a lot of clues and hidden objects and you have to use the clues to unlock doors so you can find your way out, like Indiana Jones minus the danger and actual skill). We weren't very successful (,although we only had two puzzles left to solve). I honestly think we were to many people, and it was too much going on for us to actually pay attention to each other (someone would often figure it out and other people would be talking to loudly for anyone else to hear them). All in all it was fun and I want to do it again with a smaller group. After that we drove down town and met up with the others before we drove from Oslo to Vinstra. It took a little longer to get there than we first anticipated. Vince (Oda's boyfriend) Wasn't really quite sure where the cabin was.... so we kinda drove up and down a mountain a couple of times until he realized we had passed the cabin three times. When we got there and had unpacked the cars, we make taco's for dinner and had a blast. The group went to bed one by one until it was only three of us left. We talked for a few hours and called it a night by 6.30 (am). The next day we all stayed inside and had a really good time. We ate this amazing pizza Oda's sister made (Ida). Oda, Karoline and I stayed up till about 7.00 (am) (I remember going to bed and before I fell asleep it was 6.59 so not exactly sure when we called it quits). We stayed up listening to old songs we used to think were super cool and laughed at how absolute shit they actually were. I had a really fun time, and I am so happy that my friends are amazing people. Yoshi VS Nøkken Please enjoy these two really shitty gifs I made of the drive home.
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Normally around every New Year most people get into a kind of "yeah! this is gonna be my year!" state of mind. I gave up on this a while ago as i realized everything is consecutive shit regardless of what year it is. But to my disbelief I can say 2016 is going pretty good. My first post on this blog was about my new blog and my new phone, and now I can declare: I have a new apartment! My dad bought it yesterday (with the intention of me paying rent, and that he can sell it or rent it out later, or I'll buy it off of him) and I am super stoked! We get the keys on the 23rd of march and then it's painting time! Not that it really needs a paint job, but all of my furniture is white and the walls are white, so we are going to be painting them light grey. I'm also getting a cat! I've been in contact with a woman who sells hairless Sphynx cats, and I'd say it's about 90% certain that I'll buy one from her. I'd post pictures of the apartment but it's not "mine" until the 23rd so I'll do it then, and I'll obviously post the finished results.
December 2015This December was my first time in The US as a 21 year old. I'm pretty sure my mom has been waiting for me to be "of age" since the day I was born. When she held me for the first time she probably whispered "we gon' do tequila shots" in my ear (motherhood at it's finest). I've honestly had a blast with my mom, she's everything I love and fear (to become) all at the same time (I used to come home from school to mom blasting Sex Pistols or The Cure while baking banana bread, if you don't think raising kids on "Anarchy in the UK" and "I'll melt with you" isn't totally punk rock I don't know what is). You might think my mom looks all "Beverly Hills housewife" now, but trust me, this bitch had a mohawk in the late 70's. (Also my Mom is super pretty! No if's, and's ,or but's about it) We decided to road trip to Las Vegas (it's only like 6 hours from SLC) as we enjoy a good car ride. She'd booked us a suite at The Hard Rock Hotel, so we were obviously gonna go hard (AND ROCK!). Once we got in to our hotel room I had her "color" my hair (I mix some of my hair dye, it's one of those vegetable based colors, into conditioner and leave it in my hair for X amount of time to keep the color vibrant). Now, if you've ever had red hair you know you can't use white towels to dry it, what color towels does absolutely ever hotel have!? White! Do you think I'd had enough foresight to think about this? Absolutely not! Therefore I would like to formally apologize to The Hard Rock Hotel for what I did to your towels (and also you're shower rug). If blood was bright pink (the red dye mixed with water showes up pink on white surfaces, if you were a self declared artist, and always put emphasis and the "i" or no one will take your work seriously, in kindergarten you would know this. Red + white = pink, simple science) it would have looked like I'd killed 4 people and a mule in that very room. But blood isn't bright pink, so that was one of the worst analogies ever (,much like my beloved: "The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t", this list is pure magic, if you haven't read it, you have to). I guess it just looked like a little wine had been had by a person who's balance might be a little reduced at the moment current events took place. After I dried up (and my mother had said the very appropriate"what the FUCK, Katie?" when she saw what I had done to the towels and rug) we painted our faces with the kind of over confidence you get when you are surround by drunk seniors at slot machines (heavily and forcefully! she actually made me wipe my face with an untainted towel because Vegas had really inspired me to apply a hefty amount of highlighter to my face, and she was not all about it. In all honestly you could probably caus some permanent damaged to your eyesight if you looked directly at me, like the sun, but also like the sun, the world revolves around me, so like I care. Also Medusa is my Idol and if I can't turn men to stone, to the least I can do is caus some snow blindness and a few, minor motor vehicle accidents). While she was finishing up I had a minor selfie shoot, and I must say, the results were rather underwhelming, so obviously I'm going to post them on my blog. This is literally my selfie game... Stupid face: Check Peace sign: Check I love this picture for the pure fact that it looks like we have drugs in a little baggie in the background, when in reality it's my moms pick n' mix, if that isn't an anti-climax I don't know what is. I snap-chatted this to quite a few people (,and yes, also boys), because if you can't handle my double chin(s), good luck with the rest of me. ("jakka knirker" is pretty much Norwegian for "my jacket is squeaking") This is not a cute photo of my mom, but it is of me... so it's kinda my profile picture on Facebook now. After we headed doen to eat dinner. We went to "The Culinary Dropout" which is actually in The Hard Rock Hotel and it was so good! Also we drank a few absinthe based drinks so we were having huge amounts of fun! We hit the slots as one often does in Vegas when ones judgement is impaired by alcohol. Did you know if you're gambling at a casino you can order drinks for free, FREE! I was in awe of this fact, my though went along the line of "I'm already intoxicated and you mean I can get even more fucked up for FREE!". The only other times I can get hammered for free is at bars, with men I don't know, by making "promises" I never intend to keep (I only do this when I'm pretty drunk from before though. Being a feminist I don't think men should have to buy me anything. While we're on the subject I don't think men should have to pay for anything for women. I also think men should have the same support system and respect if they experience something traumatic and have a hard time coping, I think females should face the same amount of jail time as a man if they committed the same crime and I think females should also be drafted if necessary, it's only equality if it the pros and cons are the same for everyone). My mom actually got so drunk she spilled her jack & coke down my shoe, (I was wearing her shoes so technically not "my shoe",) I was wearing some leather "pull-on" boots " (in other words no zipper or any holes to release the liquid that was surrounding my right foot and ankle) so I had to take it off and pour the drink and ice cubes out. A lot of random people complimented my hair and a guy asked it he could touch it, I said yes and all was good in my little intoxicated world. The next morning my mom was sick and said she thought she had caught the flue that was going around, to which I responded "I'm pretty sure you're just hungover, it gets worse when you're elderly" (but joke was on me cause it was the flue and she gave it to me two days later). My mom wanted me to go out on my own, but being the little ball of anxiety I am didn't feel comfortable walking around doing stuff by my self. I didn't even go out to get food (I didn't eat before closer to 12 that night/the next day since they didn't have anything vegan on the roomservice menu and I didn't want to ask them. I talked her into going to the show we had purchased tickets for the day before though. We had bought tickets to a show called "Absinthe" (which I wanted to see as I love the green fairy). The show was AMAZING! It was a cross between burlesque, comedy and circus acts. There's a lot I could tell you! But why not SHOW you!!! Also it might be worthwhile to mention; If you take offense to sexual content or the words "fuck", "shit", "piss", "cunt" and "cock" (like the fucking buzzkill you then probably are) this might not be your cup of tea. This isn't the same comedy act I saw, but I couldn't find a long version of the version they were doing when I saw it. (Also if I can have the "bubble girls" body, that would be great.) Needless to say we had a pretty kickass time
For as long I can remember I have been an "either or" type of person. I despise the things I dislike, and I utterly adore the things I do like. I naturally have a need to glorify or disapprove of things. This has been tricky for me as I also have a very curious mind. I have a deep need to know things, and to understand. Not in a scientific way, but in a psychological way. I like to know what drove people over the edge to do horrendous things (for example). I think most people will dismiss someone as entirely evil if they commit a murder for instance. And despite my "habit" of seeing things in either black or white I have a hard time blacklisting someone, even if they have done something terrible. Obviously I can hate someone for what they have done, or hate the crime they have committed, but hating something as complex as a human being entirely is a hard thing to do. You're bound to find something of value in there, no matter how deep. I once read "Nobody is a villain in their own story. We're all the heroes of our own stories" (George R. R. Martin), I don't know when or where, but that sentence has impacted the way I think of people much more than I ever thought it would. Most, if not all, people strive to do good or be good a majority of the time. I think humans believe we are "good" on an individual basis, but most of us view the human race as something entirely different, I do a least. Most of us feel as we are good but society is not, but how can we be good if we don't actively try to do good where "society" as a whole fails? This is entirely possible! But here we are, eating meat, driving cars, an not recycling thinking we are "good" people while we ignore the devastation we are causing our planet. You won't really pinpoint someone as a bad person just because they do something "bad" (not talking about rape or murder her people, talking about buying a burger knowing a cow died for it, so kinda murder... actually... ) even if they do it continually. Maybe it has something to do with how society views all of this? If it affects us in a very direct way where we are forced to acknowledge it, we will address it, if not we'll sweep it under the rug as it's convenient and comfortable, but most important factor: it's easy. I actually started thinking about this topic because I am fascinated by Adolf Hitler, yes, Hitler. Now this goes without saying: Not a fan of the whole "mass genocide" thing. I was on Tumblr one day (like most days...) and suddenly a gif set appeared on my screen of Adolf Hitler: This is a video (turned into gif set) of Hitler shot by Eva Braun, while he is talking to her. I think it's important to say what aspect has fascinated me regarding Hitler, it's not really "him", his personality or what he has done, but the pure fact that he was a human. I understand him being human goes without saying, but removing him from my "black"/evil/villain/monster box felt weird. He suddenly became three dimensional, he wasn't like Voldemort (conceived under a love spell and therefore unable to feel love), he was a human like everyone else. I always envisioned him as this huge dreadful being, and suddenly he was shrunk down to nothing more than a man (and in many ways that made him even "scarier"). A man who impacted the world in a hugely negative way (and actually some positive ways too), but a man nonetheless, who was a hero in his own story, but a villain in (almost) everyone else's.
Today Frida and I went to go see Tigers Jaw (support) and Basement at a local (and very small) venue called Pokalen (meaning "trophy" in english). I'm a big music lover, especially anything within the "rock" genre. The show was great! Both the bands were awesome and they sounded great! People crowed surfed the whole show, and during the intro to Bad Apple the crowed started singing "we're not gonna take it" by Twisted Sister, to which the singer said "that was pretty cool" (and it was). Tigers Jaw (Most of these pictures are utter crap. I'm considering getting a small "concert camera" so I can take pictures where you can see actual facial features and not be all "I think that slightly darker area on the lower side of this face might be his mouth, really very quite sure". Also I had to stand on my tippy toes and stretch my arms up as high as I could, because my view consists mostly of peering through the gaps that randomly form between the crowd, unless I'm up front . (My life as the human equivalent of Tweety Bird.) I took a few videos, sadly I can't upload them without a "premium" account (which I might get one one day, because why the fuck not. I converted them into gifs but it's not the same thing)
For a few minutes ago I saw this post on Tumblr: I can't wrap my head around someone not being accepting and supportive of trans people. I've heard a lot of people say "it's 2016("or whatever year") why are we still discussing this?". I, for one couldn't care less what year it is (and I understand the people who say that it agree, but I feel like saying "it's 2016" or 2015, 2014 and so on, undermines the actual cause, it just feels like a "it's 2016 why the fuck did you get a tribal sleeve when you're a skinny white dude" kind of thing) , Being transphobic/homophobic/rasist Etc is just as wrong now as it was for 100 years ago, the only difference now is most (I think, I hope?!) of the general public is accepting of these so called "phobias" (and your not afraid of anything, you're just an asshole, or you identify as trans, gay ,or whatever and you're afraid of your community turning against you). The only problem is; the people who are transphobic/homophobic/racist/Islamophobic etc (let's just say "phobic" from now on) are so loud and proud about it! It's terrifying! I can't understand wanting to be cruel to someone just because a book (that also promotes kindness and... I don't know... non-judgy-ness!!) says so? Do you honestly have so much hatred inside of you that you intentionally caus psychological (and sometimes physical) harm to others? And then theres people who say "I don't think it's right, it's just how I was raised"...? And...? The only thing you've explained is that you lack the ability to think for yourself and that you do what you're told (fucking nerd) irregardless if you think it's right or not, because you lack the brain capacity to process an actual opinion. Personally, whenever someone says my "it's just how I was raised" all I hear is "you know... I'm kinda slow... mentally, and someone told me it's written in a book or something, and I ain't not to good at reading and all... so I guess thats kinda how it is now..." (Literal thought: I wonder how many cases of incest have been in your family to make you the fastest sperm, like wow, WOW.) I mean I was raised eating meat, so I obviously couldn't make an independent choice and choose not to, right? This isn't to "shame" people who have had a conservative upbringing, but my grandma is a racist 96 year old MORMON from a hodunk town in (Deseret) Utah. My Grandma might say some racist things (not with vicious intent, but stuff like "We'll he's just as dark as the night", she actually grabbed my arm once, lightly touched it and said "you're so white, no one will ever doubt you being pure raced!" to which my brother exclaimed "Yeah, Grandma! Katie's just as white as snow!" to which Grandma nodded and replied "Oh, jah!") but she'll also say "you know I had this ingrained into me at such a young age that it has such a hold on me, and it's not how I want to be and I don't necessarily agree with it, but sometimes I react without thinking , and I'm so glad you kids haven't had that", then it becomes an actual thought process, something she has reflected upon. This isn't even the town my Grandma is from, this is the neighboring town, Delta (which has one stop light by the way), because the town my grandma is from doesn't really show up on google images (at leas not on the first page, and it's the same scenario if something falls behind the couch; it's not there. I mean i could check the second page, and I could check behind the couch, but both you and I know nothings there, even if something is there, we're gonna pretend it's not) But I can proudly state that I have been informed (by wikipedia, so let's take this with a grain of salt) that in 2010, 350 people were residing in Deseret, so lets give them a round of applause. Now let's get back on topic! People (the majority of the Phobic's) will also use religion as a reason as to why this "homo nonsense" is wrong. Thing is, in the same "part" of the bible (Leviticus) some other rules are mentioned (and punished by eternal hell fire! :D ), such as: Tearing your clothes Holding back the wages of an employe over night (looking at you Donald Trump!) Perverting justice, showing partiality to either the poor or rich (*cough * Donald Trump) Spreading Slander (*side way glances, smiles and nods at Donald Trump*) Mistreating foreigners (do I have to say it...? like, we all know where this is going) If you want to practice your religion, do it consistently, or I would recommend the whole "judge not lest ye be judged" thing I don't personally understand the whole "being born in the wrong body" thing, but do you know what I do understand? That, hold on to your hats, just because I can't relate to an issue that doesn't mean that issue isn't present in someone else's life. I am 100% okay with people identifying as whatever gender (female, male, fluid, non-binary you name it) they feel they belong to. I hated it when I was younger and my parents wouldn't let me color my hair or get piercings, because it didn't feel it reflected who I was/am, I can't even imagine what it must feel like to not identify with your gender! 100% okay with you loving whomever you choose as long as they can consent. 100% okay with you having multiple partners as long as everyone is aware, agrees, and is given the same opportunity/ held equal. And I 100% do not in anyway think my personal beliefs (or anyones) Should have the right to take a way someones foundation for their existence (as long as all parties involved consent), you do you I'll do me.This world has more problems than people taking hormones to change their sex, and one of these problems is people forcing their opinion upon others based on ideology or opinion. (And say what you want but that is exactly what Isis is doing and what nazi Germany did. Let's just be nice to each other.) If you don't view Lavern Cox and Carmen Carrera as women (Beautiful women nonetheless), or someone less passable as a woman, I don't know what to tell you. Or I do actually: You're an asshole.
One of my best friends, Ylva, is currently living in Bergen. Which sucks for me, and kinda for her too....Bergen is sort of like Norway's Seattle (in the sense that it rains a lot and the suicide rates are high). But! this sucks for me because my number one talk-about-space ,talk-about-dogs-and-cats, talk-about-impending-doom, let's-go-for-walks-in-the-woods-it's-only-four-in-the-morning-LOL, I-could-really-go-for-some-pizza, overly-romanticize-kanoing friend is GONE! As in a 9 hour train trip GONE! We talk close to everyday, or the sort of; we send each other things on Tumblr and write back "yes yes very good" kind of talk. But I wanna hold hands and drink wine on my porch! The first time we ever communicated I made her laugh (knowing me I probably did something stupid), and when she laughed I did one of those internal high fives! (she had dreads so she was obviously super cool) We've been to China together! Come on, Thats Intense! One of the few times we didn't say "fuck the police". If you don't get this reference get the fuck off my blog. I love you, poop!
Valentines day has always been one of those things I've never cared about. I don't see why you need a special day to be romantic. I understand why some people are against the whole "commercial" aspect of it, but I don't personally mind as long as you don't get someone one of those stupid balloons or "valentines things". Get your partner something nice, like a scarf, not a box of chocolates (or get them some chocolate that actually tastes good and not the Febuary 14th bullshit). I don't really understand why you would need a special day once a year to spoil someone you care about anyway. You should be doing that shit all the time, irregardless of gender roles.
If your boyfriend likes flowers buy that asshole some fucking roses, if your girlfriend likes bodybuilding buy her some protein powder, and if your significant other doesn't relate to any of those two genders make them some cookies! Who doesn't like cookies!? I do however honestly think "steak and blowjob day" is hysterical! It's a perfect response to the utter crap that is valentines day. But again; you should be doing that kind of shit all the time! I guess it goes without saying I stayed in last night. But that doesn't mean I din't enjoy myself! I laid in bed, watching Netflix while big-spooning my dog, Hnala. Laying next to a snoring dog, watching movies is a perfect Sunday night in my opinion (and yes, she is a loud snorer!). She's also on of my favorite things in existence, ever. She'll be turning 9 in May, so she's an old gal, but she's perfect! I recently swore off online-shopping until April (besides some mugs I've wanted for a few years that I recently found online... And maybe a cute outfit). I'm normally pretty good with personal goals, but this time Facebook fucked me up. Above I've listed things that fall into my "aesthetic" or in other words things I really really like. I've been all about the "princess of darkness" life for a while (shoutout to my cousin Kels for dubbing me that when I was like 10, and for it sticking) and I have no intentions on stopping this crazy train any time soon (fuck you Mom! It wasn't a phase). Anyway! Facebook did some serious damage to my will power today putting this on my feed: So if you are anything like me you just had a mini-heartattack. But behold my pretties... motherfuckers light up!!! Buy 'em here Sometimes you find something so magical you start daydreaming about how you will spend the rest of your life with this tiny piece of heaven that somehow materialized as a purchasable object. I have to take breaks from writing because I keep envisioning myself in an apartment with floor-to-celling windows by the coast of California, covered in tattoos, with an oversized band shirt on, drinking coffee. I would't have to wear makeup, because who in their right mind would be looking at my face when I have light-up unicorn slippers on my toes (but you know they'd be painted black, because as I said before; all about that life). Sid Vicious might also be there (and Alive, and young and not in his 60's as he would have been) but I'll spare you the details... As the complete and utter imbecile I am I decided to browse this site, which despite certian rumors, sells actual happiness. Mistake, maybe..? It depends upon me ending up in a cardboard box or not. Turns out they sell something I have been looking for the past 6 months.... Drum roll please.... A star-map projector dome! But I bought it in pink so no one will doubt the fact that I am the ruling princess of this kingdom (my apartment). Naysayers will be beheaded. (Side note: I like pink decorative things, but not on people, baby pink can sometimes work as hair a color, but other than that NO) Buy it here I also found this really cute cleaning ball which the site says is "robotic" but I'm pretty sure they just misspelled "powered by fairy-dust", really very quite sure. (didn't buy it..... yet.... it's sold out at the moment....) Get it here And They had this light which I also didn't get, but will if I still want it by April. (It was in-stock! RESTRAINT!) Get it here (Just throwing a picture of Sid Vicious out there as he was my first ever crush ...who wasn't a Pokémon trainer...)
Today has been an uneventful day in an uneventful week. I've spent a majority of my time on Netflix binge watching Breaking Bad. I probably should't, as I find anything slightly destructive very inspiring. Not that I would make a "good" criminal as sudden noises startle me, and I will cry if you even consider yelling at me. I'm also very fond of holding hands, which I feel might be frowned upon in a "criminal environment" (they don't know what their missing)... I could always marry a criminal, but I feel like he would divorce me after I cause a scene everyday when he doesn't want to bring the lunch I made for him to work. I'm a fragile little baby bird. On a happier note I received a package from etsy today! Get the sleep mask here
Now, you might not be able to tell, but I kinda like bats. I actually really like bats, as in I aspire to one day be an wild life foster parent so I can take care of baby bats and release them into the wild when their ready. I also want to take care of other animals like deer and raccoons, but bats are high on my list. One of my aunts actually took care of bats when she was alive (she died when my mom was 16, so I never got to meet her). She also helped Natives on the reservations , I'm not sure what she did exactly, but I know the Natives would give her turquoise stones as thank you's. She also ended up marrying a Native man and having children with him, which explains why one of my cousins looks like Pocahontas. So in other words; I adore my aunt Jackie and I wish I'd met her. I'm also pretty sure she's the reason we never really celebrated thanksgiving (I think we've celebrated it like 3 times, and I don't think we've ever celebrated on the actual date), The only reason we've ever had "thanksgiving" is because me and my brother really like the food. I asked my mom once why we didn't celebrate thanksgiving (I was probably like five) and she kneeled down and said "because when the pilgrims arrived to America they were welcomed by the 'Indians' and they shared their food with the pilgrims and helped them survive, and to repay them the pilgrims killed the 'Indians". I'm very happy my childhood wasn't sugarcoated. I wouldn't have the been the pro-gay, pro-trans, Bernie Sanders loving feminist I am today if I hadn't learned that something doesn't have to be okay, just because everyone else says it is. |
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