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!
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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. I recently felt like I didn't have enough selfies. I went through all the pictures I have uploaded to the computer via my iPhone (up until 2013), and put all of the "selfies" that weren't makeup less, super close, or intentionally ugly into one folder. I had 32 pictures. I kinda wished I had more as selfies are pretty normal now a days. Taking them doesn't necessarily make you vain or self obsessed, in many ways it's a part of our social culture. Maybe it's the other way around? Everyone is so self obsessed we don't even care enough to notice other people. Personally, I'm voting for the second hypothesis. I might just be negative towards the whole thing as I'm not a talented "selfie artist". I blame my underdeveloped arm length. A photo of an oblong face on an oblong screen isn't really a good look. My "problem" areas are; long face, big nose and oily skin. What my selfies accentuate; long face, big nose ,and oily skin. Whenever my friends take photos of us it's a whole different story, the angle is good and my face looks more proportionate. I guess this indicates that I should buy a selfie stick, but I don't want to be a part of "it". But here I am fixating on my appearance. Not only am I fixated, I'm actively blogging about it and posting it for whomever to see! I'm not gonna sugarcoat it or try and make myself seem all deep and poetic by saying I'm a paradox. Stating that you don't like how shallow society is just to turn around and complain about you appearance, on the internet nonetheless, is hypocrisy. So here I am, a fucking hypocrite. I'm not saying selfies are good or bad, but I am saying I'm a hypocrite. Good VS Bad: opinion. Hypocrite: fact. I guess in conclusion it's only natural to post some of these said selfies... So that's me, or at least pictures of me, and roughly what I look like (without the good lighting and angles). But I also look like this: I guess like in all things balance is key. I recently read (online) that bangs shorten the appearance of a long face. I have a long face, not very, but I've always wanted a short, rounder face (think Mila Kunis). Honestly I've even considered surgery to shorten my jaw, but at the same time I feel like thats taking things to the extreme. Everyone wants what they can't have. I want something kinda messy, straight across with longer parts on the side. In other words; I WANT BRIGITTE BARDOT BANGS! I want them a little shorter, but you get the idea. My eyes are also my my best feature, and since I have dark/deep blue eyes and fire engine red hair, I'm thinking it might work. I also feel like this will make my lips look fuller, but it's probably because Brigette Bardot has a perfect mouth... A friend of mine took this of my eye a while back, she put it through an Instagram filter so it's a little darker than real life, but just to give you an idea of what my eye color is.
My brother recently turned 23. That fact is extremely uncomfortable for me, and in hopes of clinging on to the past as hard as I could (and to make a sweet collage for Facebook) I headed to the nearest and dearest item in my possession, of course, I'm talking about my baby book. I normally don't dive deep into my nostalgia, because I've left claw marks from being dragged up and down memory lane for as long as I can remember. I don't cope well with inevitable change... But I did find some cute pictures of me and my brother. Please note someone holding Pat back so he doesn't attack me like the savage beast he is I'm pretty sure the picture above and the one right below are from the same day as we are wearing the exact same clothes. I remember getting that stroller from my Norwegian Grandma and Grandpa for my birthday. And if that is correct, and the pictures are from my the same day, I'm betting I had a pretty cool birthday. Brownies and present days are often good days. Side note: Santa had me fucked up
I miss Thea. I really miss Thea. She's my older brothers girlfriend and she is studying at Berkeley for a semester, so it's not really someone you would expect me to miss, but I do. We have this weird kind of relationship where I used to hate her, like really DESPISE her, and one day I pretty much realized I had just been a stupid, jealous teenager and she was actually pretty cool. They've been together for about 7 or 8 years, and my brother has had a crush on her since the first day of middle school (,he actually came home and told my mom he had met the most beautiful girl in the world). The only reason I didn't post a picture of her and me together is that there really aren't any where we're sober (not totally shit faced in other words), or where we have makeup on, sometimes both. Just the kind of relationship we have, and I'm all about it. A few reasons why I love Thea: -She has delt with my shit for years -She's the good-cop to my brothers bad-cop (and I'm always the criminal) -She's always nice and caring -She's a goodie-two-shoes, up until alcohol is involved, then she morphs into this free spirit hippie -Whenever she's in her "hippie-state" (and I'm around) she always ends up telling my brother something along the line of "Katie is a free spirit, you can't control her, let her do what makes her happy" So in conclusion, I really like Thea, and I miss her. Love you like a sister in law! Patrick (my brother) and Thea canoeing in Utah
I am the messiest person I have ever met. I lose my keys, wallets, and headphones all the time. My dad hates it! He used to have a special spare key he'd give me whenever I'd lose my real ones, this was very handy until I lost the spare key too... Yep... On the bright side I recently found some keys I lost last spring (they were in a empty flowerpot?!?!!? WTF?!). So yeah, whenever you see a movie and they make a joke about someone putting a phone in the fridge, I would do that, actually... I have done that... and the dishwasher. I am everything you should strive to be as a person. About two days ago I had to order a new credit card and debit card from my bank. I'd obviously lost the previous ones, and two weeks without a debit card sucks (especially since Norwegian debit cards function as I.D.). I can't wait to get my cards as I need to get some stuff online and I can't put it on my Paypal as my old card is deactivated. But it's okay. I picked up a few things at the post office today since Urban Outfitters had a sale a couple weeks back. I've also had my eye on this really cool crystal that was for sale at an interior store right by Aker Bryggen for a while, and my dad was nice enough to get it for me. The lady who worked there said it was a type of quartz crystal Heres the stuff I picked up at the post office today Because nothing says "I am a responisble adult" like buying a flamingo pool floatie A tiny little christmas tree "The Watermelon Bowl" And last but not least, a snoopy mug
One of the most beautiful things you can do to your body in my opinion is get tattoos. I've always loved them (to my parents dismay). I had my first one done at 15 (or 14, but I think it was 15) at a local tattoo shop. I've only had 2 others done since, but I've talked to an artist about an upcoming sleeve (I plan to get it done in October-ish, and I'm saving up money to get my right foot done (I have a rose and my grandmothers name on the left foot). I'll post some pictures after I have gotten a few more done. But in the mean time; here are some pictures i pulled off of my Tumblr.
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