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Ta Ta For Now.

I thought I would be able to maintain two blogs at once when the time to create a travel blog would come, but now I'm doubting it. I think I'll put this blog on hold for now, but hopefully I'll begin writing again when I get back from the states, oder was? Well, the link to my new blog is www.mathildesminneapolis.blogg.no, and it's in Norwegian, so that I can keep everybody updated if they ever feel like knowing what's going on in my life. Well.., I guess that was it.., but knowing myself, I'll probably add a post or two every once in a while, whenever I feel overly poetic (lol). Yeah, Yeah, TTFN.



Song Of The Day: The Times They Are A Changin'

Mathilde Who?

I am afraid of alot of things. I'm scared of the dark, I'm scared of passing strangers in dark alleys, I'm scared of loosing someone I love, I'm scared of sharks and I'm scared of leaving home. I'm scared of killers, routine, murky waters, badgers, false rumors, dishonesty, clowns, indescribable sounds in my house, the monsters underneath my bed and so much more writing it on a list would probably kill you with boredom. So I'll stop.

However, the thing that scares me the most..., is returning next year. After talking to Ida about it (who's also going to America - two hours' drive from Minneapolis, yayy!) My mind began churning around it. How will it be? Will things be the same? Will we all be so different, will we all have grown so we no longer fit? The relationships that once were so effortless will suddenly be strained? Will I not find my place? What will happen with my closest group of friends as I'm gone? Will "my place" in my absence be faded out and the lines once there be gone? Will people not remember me? stupid, churning mind. Why cannot you ever rest? Perhaps it'll rest as I go to bed now. Today it's seven, soon-to-be-six days until I leave! Gee! I. Cannot. Wait. SIX DAYS RACH!

Minneapolis :D

Song of The Day: My Hero by Paramore.

Cheers.

Eclectic packer.

Today I've created a mountain of clothes in the middle of my room for those ambitious enough to conquer it. The clothes are all the stuff I kinda still want to keep (because deep down I'm eclectic as few), but can't because I can't possibly bring everything to the States (and then there's those in the pile that's just plain ugly). Anywho, I'm gonna invite (force) friends to come over and scope through the pile to see if there's anything they find interesting and useable. The rest of it goes to fretex, yay. It feels good giving away instead of throwing away, and buying second hand instead of getting everything freshly from the store. GO saving our planet! (Starting in the small, ey?)

Oh well.., packing worth of ten months turned out to be a somewhat bigger task than I'd first estimated, so I'll do a little every day, and then I'll perhaps be finished before I know it? ..Or not.

Today it's ten stinky little, shitty, magnificent, brilliant, exciting and mind wobbling days until I leave what I've been calling home for the bigger part of my life. Ten. Ten. TEN. TEEEN! 10. Jeez. So exciting! *Does a little-girl squeal*

Sukkerchok - Hvor Som Helst, Hva Som Helst.

Woop Woop.

Growing up

This Sunday I missed the concert I'd been waiting for for months due to sickness. Sitting at home, listening to the concert on the cell phone whenever Mari could call me, my entire body ached so much to be there. It hurt so much, gah, I can't remember last time I cried so much I thought my eyes would crawl out of my eye sockets to seek shelter and ride out the storm. Weak? Probably. Do I care? No. Actually, in some weird, twisted way, lying curled up underneath my duvet crying as if the world was falling apart and my chest threatening to split up by the seams and have all my organs dance about by the second felt good. I vented out everything that was troubling me - not just the concert. At that time, there was no tomorrow. But, with the knowledge of the next day, of course I still knew there was.





I'm just glad I still carry the mind of a 17-year-old. I'm glad I haven't experienced something that grabs everything in my life and turns it over only to shake things apart into the unrecognizable. Something to show a person what is real in life, and puts everything in perspective. I'm glad I haven't seen how cruel the world can be if it wants to. I'm sure all that lies in the future and I can't say I'm particularly looking forward to it. I'm glad I can cry over the loss of a concert or bird-hits-windshield incidents. I'm glad I can conjure up a storm of fury or sorrow or joy, just because I can. I'm glad I can still find humor in the small things. And I'm glad I haven't grown up yet.


Song of the day: Epilepsy is Dancing by Antony and The Johnsons.

Btw, today it's twelve days until I leave Norway. TWELVE! So surreal!

Cheers.

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

21 days to go until I leave Trondheim for ten months. It's so surreal! I can't even imagine a month without my hometown. I love Trondheim, I really, really doo!






The next year will be filled with tons of new memories, experiences and friends, but I still know that no matter what might happen abroad I've still got Trondheim waiting for me at the end of the journey. Someone once said that "home is where the heart is," and it's right - my heart is in Trondheim. For now.

Song Of the Day: Lime Tree by Bright Eyes.

Cheers.

Me the Maniac

Sometimes, just sometimes, I feel like doing something completely crazy - something I will most probably hate myself for doing the day after. I feel like suddenly crushing the interior of our house or yell out my deepest secrets for all mankind to hear. Perhaps start a fight for no reason just to see the outcome of it. There is some part of me that just needs change. Arr, weird me. Of course, I don't go through with it, just playing with the thought, the What if's? Ever had the same thoughts?


Perhaps I'll just wreck my guitar. Or not.

Song of The Day: The Wombats: Let's Dance To Joy Division

Cheers.

The Depp.

I just... I...I ... oh screw this, I don't need explanation. This man is the definition of hot, ad I wanted to post a picture of him to honor that, 'kay?




Cheerio!

Inspiration.

What inspiration is to me is

Sitting with a view like this:




while listening to music like this.



Then all I need is some time to myself, a pen and paper, and I am happy.

Pictures are taken in Kragerø.

Cheers!

The Beauty of Spontaneity.

Today's been a day of spontaneity. I've bought clothes without intending to in the first place, changed clothes four times while being in town, walked back and forth through town with the intention of meeting friends at a cafe but never got to it because we ended up at a music store goofing around on the instruments. I've walked around at a graveyard with Veronica reading gravestones for a good half an hour just being nostalgic and thinking about the good ol' days (it sounds oddly freaky, but it was really nice, honestly!). Then we walked back home sipping on a cup of cappuccino and taking a lot of mid-hill breaks and talking about everything that came to mind. I'll miss Trondheim, I really will.







Song of the day: Send Me on My Way by Rusted Root (simply because we all seemed to have it spinning in our heads all day)

Cheers!

Mankind is no Island.

The video doesn't really need explanation. Purely beautiful and so strong. Benjamin told me about it, thanks Benji! : )

Kragerø Chick.

I LOVE Kragerø, I love it, love it, love it. It might be because of the warm water, the (almost) continuous sunshine (there were some rainy days, but you can't always get it all, right?), the snorkeling, the fantastic food, the huge ice creams at Jomfruland, or the fact that it's the one place I've had to call mine, my whole life. I think it's a good mix. I've lived in five different houses in my life, but when summer finally came around, we always went to Kragerø, year after year. All 16 of them! I guess I'm banned to like the place, and to connect every good feeling or thought or song with it. It's not a terrible curse, I guess. So, with all the emotional mumbo jumbo out of the way, I want to show some pictures I took at my summer paradise this year!



Flatfish.


















Waves + boat = getting wet. Haha.



Jellyfish - eeww.



We played a lot of volleyball, and I must admit, I am not the best (my team considered replacing me with a jellyfish halfway during the match) but I am a killer at serving, yay!


Sorry about all the pictures, but I've been filling the computer up with the lot of them, with no chance of posting them before! *Does a halfhearted gesture* Tadaa.

Song of The Day: Ambitions by Donkeyboy.

Woop Woop.