Leaving

For those who actually read my last post and are dying to know this: I didn't fail my French exam. I even got a 4, which is beyond anything I expected. So now I'm done with high school (again), and I just recieved proof of my achievement in the mail. Yes, because we fancy Norwegians receive our diplomas in the mail. Anyway.

Know what most people do on a Saturday night when they're about to move to another continent? They party with their friends, or meet up with family members. Know what I do? I paint my nails.

After a long day at work I kinda needed some me-time. I'll multitask from now on though. Maybe I'll paint my nails with my friends, imagine that! Gaah, 5 days to go! Happy/sad/nervous/excited. Oh, it'll be grand. Honestly, I can't wait. But I've got a lot to do before Friday... After a good night's sleep, of course.
'night!

Les trois mousquetaires

So, we get one chance at an oral exam. Just one subject. I sorely wanted English. Religion wouldn't murder me. I could suffer through most of the other subjects. If I got French I would surely die. So of course I got French. Unless the examinor is charmed by my ability to perfectly pronounce "Je ne sais pas" and "Je voudrais une licorne rose", my chances at even passing are slim. But after a couple of hours contemplating schemes to end up in either jail or the hospital on Wednesday (the day of my exam), I.. well, kept on contemplating even more complex schemes. But by now I've decided that I wouldn't very much like to spend my last weeks in Norway in either a hospital or a jail, so I guess I'll have to study and try my best to pass. So far "studying" has meant listening to someone reading Les trois mousquetaires by Dumas while trying to read it as well, all the while not understanding shit. I think I'll need to work on more basic stuff. Like saying "Hello, my name is Heidi" and such. Oh, I simply cannot wait for Wednesday.

Oh, I got a fancyass "I feel your despair" present from Julie (thankee hon :D), with a note begging me not to live up to my nickname. It's staring creepily at me right now, so I'd better get back to mon francais. Tuer-moi, s'il te plait.

This is becoming ridiculous.

I can't sleep. Not so unusual, aye? The thing is, I haven't been able to sleep for weeks. Not at night, anyway. And I've overslept a lot, and ditched a decent amount of classes to catch up. It hasn't been too big of an issue, though it's been annoying as hell. Why am I only complaining tonight, you ask (not really, since you're all goddamn fucking asleep by now, but pretending to be asked a question makes me feel less alone in my insomnia, so there)? Tomorrow's my first exam. A very important exam, making up an entire grade on its own. I have to get up in about four hours to make it to that exam in time.

I have a theory that I've become accustomed to sleeping when, and never unless, there's something important I should stay awake to do. That's quite a plausible theory, judging by how I sleep my way through all my assignment deadlines. So I've been trying to think of things I should be doing for hours. Finally I threw all my jeans in the washing machine. If I don't stay awake to hang them up or to put them in the dryer, I'll have no dry jeans tomorrow. It's idiotic, I know. But hey, if I show up at my exam with wet jeans tomorrow, we'll know that it worked.

And here's an illustrating picture of a complete stranger's possibly comfy bed, simply because said bed has fancy lights and an Asking Alexandria poster. 'night!

You're never really done for, as long as you've got a good story and someone to tell it to.

You know those days when you wake up and everything feels right, and you're unexplainably in a wonderful mood? And then by the end of the day you wonder how the fuck you could have been so happy that morning? Yeah, today was one of those days.



I'm gonna go drown myself in blankets and pillows now. Cheerio!

I've been alone here, I've been afraid, my dear,

So. I barely ever write and just might shut down this blog one of these days. But I'll keep it for now.
Anyway, I'll do another music recommendation. And the band I'll recommend this time iiiis... *drumroll* La Dispute. Their music is a mix of screamo and poetry, but also so much more. The singer has a really unique voice, and you'll either love it or hate it. It's an aquired taste I guess, but I love them.
Some songs to start your La Dispute loving life would be:
-Andria
-Such Small Hands
-Said the King to the River
-Fall Down And Never Get Back Up
-The Last Lost Continent

Gotta have some pretty pictures with fancy quotes from some of my favorite songs:

La Dispute - Said the King to the River, aka the song I'm currently playing on repeat.


Oh, and also I'm moving back to the states for a couple of years. 'night!

Waiting for the sunrise.

So, I didn't sleep tonight. Nor did I do anything productive, like the social studies report that's already nearly a week late. What did I do? Well, I:
-Listened to Oomph!. I think I just entered a new Oomph! period, last week it was Linkin Park (the old stuff, of course).
-Had some tea.
-Watched a few episodes of Grounded for life.
-Took a shower.
-Wandered aimlessly around the house.
-A bit more of wandering.

Oh so productive. And then I decided I haven't watched a sunrise in ages, so now I'm just waiting. And if you're deadly interested in what I'm listening to and too lazy to youtube it, here you go:

2 am post

Here are some random pictures, because frankly I'm too tired to write anything sensible.

Oh, Thrice. This must happen.

I really can't wait for December. I've had ten pages left to read in my very nice illustrated edition (Thankee, Latus!) for weeks now, but the thought of finishing it is somewhat unbearable.

But yeah, sleep, now. 'night!

And besides, there's so much beauty in a storm.

I haven't written a decent blog post in ages. Don't get your hopes up, I won't today either. I just wanted to show you, O' devoted readers, my project for the past few days. I can't see why anybody who doesn't know me, and by that probably sees my room regularly, would bother reading this, so I'll assume you will all see the difference.

Aand since the picture below is me at the moment, that's all I have for you right now. Because "I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!" (Being Juliedeer and some fancy sparkly strawberry stuff I got from my mom for my birthday.) Cheerio!

Enough said.