Tuesday, September 30, 2008


Det er ikke så ofte jeg tagger, men når jeg først gjør det er det med post-it-lapper eller tape. Jeg er ganske snill sånn sett.

(dette er fra den danske filosofen Knud E. Løgstrup, om noen lurte)


I made tomato soup from scratch. I think it’s the autumn, it makes me want to make soups and apple cakes and such. And mountains of cinnamon rolls.

I got this wonderful package from London yesterday. There were beans, an expandable flannel with a Dalek on and a book in it. It made me really happy, all of it, but especially the cats in the letter and the little animal on the envelope.

I don’t know what more to write. I like getting up in the mornings. I like going to school. I like coming home again. I like this:

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Too much work

I was walking up Hegdehaugsveien after work, listening to my iPod. It’s cold in the evenings and when I crossed Parkveien there was this silhouette in the window, way up the building, sitting in the windowsill. Just then the sound of the violin turned from being a thick rope to a fishing line that cut my throat and I started crying for no reason at all. I quit soon enough though.

I don’t sleep enough and I’ve got sand in my eyes. I should leave for outer space! Vroom vroooom.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


My mother, aunt, cousin and I visited my grandmother last weekend, she lives way up in the middle of Norway/nowhere. I got up before the others and spent the foggy mornings writing in the kitchen.
We went up to the cabin one of the days. We ate waffles and they told me there were llamas in the woods, but I didn't see any.

Man I love autumn. The way my nose gets red and the air smells faintly of fire. The trees are so beautiful I wish I could become one, soon dormant beneath the snow.

Friday, September 19, 2008


I made coffee for breakfast this morning and decided to be late for school. I like long mornings with loads of space for thoughts and staring wistfully out the window and such.

This guy came in at work yesterday he only spoke french and italian, so we spoke french. I discovered I remembered a lot more than I thought I did, and then he asked me to go to a café. He was nice and all, but I still gave him the old lie about my really jalous boyfriend. I’ve used this imaginary boyfriend as an excuse so many times now that I’ve almost gotten to know him, his name and his habits and stuff. When I finally go insane you’ll hear me muttering to him, asking if he could make me a cup of tea.

I found loads of eggs on the street yesterday. I’m not sure what exactly they were doing there, they were just hanging around, really.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Puste gjennom nesa

Det er kaldt om morgenen, når vi koker egg til frokost legger dampen seg over vindusglasset så det ser ut som tåke. Det er høst og vi har lagd kakao. Jeg venter på at uværet skal komme og gjøre hodet mitt rent.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Something else

"If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, as an artist, I will answer you: I came here to live out loud."
Émile Zola

I'm usually more than content with living quietly, but sometimes, just sometimes you know, I can hear the drums.

I got up 06.15 today, I woke up and couldn´t fall  sleep again. It was grey and cold and I had fish soup for breakfast. I like early mornings.

Monday, September 01, 2008


This is so beautiful. I want to dance like this.