the weirdest thing I have seen in this city – okay, no. Not weird, but random – is the Christmas Tree that has been placed in the middle of the lake. No joke. first off, it’s weird because I can’t get myself to call that a “lake”.. it’s more of an oversized fountain, or a pool. And then that tree is just kind of small and .. creepy.
Almost as creepy as the mechanical and dancing Santas all around town.
Category Archives: bergen
8:54am
the morning was gorgeous.
the hills like unsaturated green,
and iced grass crackles under my footsteps..
start at the beginning, and when..
..you get to the end, stop.
so. I had a lovely weekend – saturday I hung out with robot, we had late late breakfast (which was awesome – breakfasts are the best meal of the day) and then – after wikipedi-ing random things for hours, such as different dog races and the word “terrapin” (call me nerd but I really wanted to know what the exact difference between a terrapin, a turtle, and a tortoise is) – went into town in the late afternoon, because, well, just because. He was forced to go into the record store, I was forced to enter a clothing store, and then got into a bookstore until we were kicked out. we spontaneously decided to head towards the supermarket for food (breakfast wasn’t enough) and MADE PIZZA at the academy.
it was a wonderfulicious experience for me because, believe it or not, even though I am of pure italian breed, when it comes to pizza i am quite retarded.
we headed back home but took a little detour, which resulted in us driving aimlessly around bergen for two hours, listening to industrial music and talking about (in no particular order): mongolia, japan, girls, boys, languages, books, and music.
hurray for robotmates!
On baking and soulmatism
wednesday afternoon: baking session with friend P. we got all our ingredients and hijacked the academy kitchen to prepare some wonderful cakes. Joan was witness to the birth of some chocolate and rahmkuchen goodness and decided to document it:
girl’s star-shaped cake
boy and girl: the disturbed series, part one.
boy and girl: the disturbed series, part two.
just for the sake of it, go here and say hello to Miss J. now.
Yesterday: group meeting got cancelled, instead I talked to my tutor about NEXT SEMESTER (I am still so incredibly hyper about being able to stay…) and then went to this killer presentation – the artist was so good, I think I fell in love with her art. ran around insanely, met Margit and Marit in the rain on my way back home, apparently made someone’s day (<3), danced around with Ana while getting ready for the SHOUT OUT LOUDS show. Her and I fell in love, sad but true.
With Sweden’s most gorgeous, good-looking and sexy man.
perfect.
I’m staying
one more semester..
                                          happiness.
party on B736/738
Ana and I got tired of silly people and shitty parties yesterday, so we came back to our flat, had our last beer and our very own popstar-karaoke-dance party. it was so beautifully amazing – especially since we apparently have deaf neighbours (or neighbours who enjoy listening to Paris Hilton and silly girls singing along, tapping brooms on their walls at 4am). Halfway through I had to change into a skirt because it was getting so hot, haha. We also had a disco light in the kitchen (aka Ana’s bike light) and of course, microphones (=brooms) and a cabbage which we used to emphasize our emotions when it wasn’t clear enough through all the facial mimics. When Tobi knocked on our door and came in, we offered him some vodka and yet another representation of Complicated (I think it was the third time that night…)
he managed to run away after a few minutes, strange, no?
at 3:30 am we had the bright idea of calling everyone on their landline to ask them to come over. thank god we didn’t manage to reach anyone, I’m not sure we would have gotten over the embarrassment of showing to the whole of Fantoft our karaoke talents.
our lovely disco-kitchen
It’s now 3pm and I’ve done nothing productive other than getting Ana addicted to SoKo’s song I’ll Kill Her (as I am writing she is listening to it for the _nth time)
That’s all, folks! have a nice weekend!
some reflections
some more reflections on Bergen..
1) why are the sidewalks so narrow?
2) why is it that the only place where you can get decent coffee is 7-11? isn’t that kind of twisted?
3) why is it that whenever I have free time the weather’s so fucking rainy, and when I have to be stuck inside the whole day, the sun is shining?
4) why do norwegian products (no matter how bad they are) cost way more than imported ones?
5) conversation with the record store guy:
me [in norwegian]: do you speak english?
him [in english]: yes
me [in english]: okay so I’m looking for this ep, etc etc
him [in norwegian]: yes, well there were some problems because the ep is self-distributed, etc etc
me [in norwegian]: I know, I was already here last week.
him [in english]: ah, yes..well maybe you should come back next week..
is that an insane city I live in, or what?
heartstopper.
listening to Live, Simon&Garfunkel and the Get Up Kids and reminiscing… if I don’t hurry I’ll be late for school (again.. I’m late like, every fucking morning. I still arrive before everyone else though). This morning in the shower I was thinking of this guy whose father died right before our finals in high school.. and more generally, of people I haven’t talked to for ages. But it takes so much effort to track them down. One day though, I’m going to Paris and hanging posters all over town.
the sky is clear today and in my life I’ve still got the after taste of sunday’s dinner, which was wonderful and quiet and funny and cute and interesting. thank you, friend P :)
I’m shooting off in just about every direction, I feel like I’m in a pinball machine. But a good one, the kind that doesn’t boss you around. And I’m going to shoot myself if I can’t stay here longer..I mean, I suppose I could anyway..I think that’s what I’ll do. just hang around here for a few more months no matter what. I’ll live in the mountains with goats and punch boys who talk too much about kiwi juice.
Hey, I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.
Here I am,
The only living boy in New York
Half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where,
And we dont know where.
I’m looking in on the good life
..I might be doomed never to find.
Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)
a cute birdie flew in through my window today.
it made my day, it was so beautiful.
♥