jenta i norge

So Ana had her cousin and friends over for the weekend. Was feeling a little anti-social and not in the party mood at first – except for thursday night, when they arrived and I was so tired that I slid right into party-mode.

everybody’s dancing and Nico surprises us with his accordion skills..

On Monday, after their camping weekend, we went to Bryggen, then had lunch at Pygmalion, walked up Fløyen, acted silly, and had dinner at Nicola’s in town.

the spice girls are visiting Bergen

Elton John and John Lennon

salad face

yes – I’m a ninja.
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so the past days (actually, pretty much since roomie came back) I’ve been on a crazy sugar high, meaning I got very little sleep but a lot of sunshine – it’s still cold out, but sunny enough for us to decide to spontaneously make churros and enjoy them for breakfast outside on the grass snow.

churros and coffee!

blankets, a perfectly blue sky above our heads..

frida, revisited

heaven

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ah, the joy of facebook picture-tags – someone I don’t know just uploaded this. yes, I am very in love with that man. and no, I obviously don’t mind the fact that he is a trizzillion years old.

I got a little chocolate bunny from Ana so that made Easter suck a little less.

(I really wanted to not be stuck at Fantoft, be in Oslo or Stavanger instead… well, I guess you don’t always get what you want.)

Happy Easter!

After the early mornings in Finse, I am not used anymore to getting up later than 9am. I woke up twice this morning, and finally got up at 8, looked out of the window and saw that it was beautifully sunny, so I quickly got dressed, picked up my mp3 player, put a book in my pocket and an apple in the other, and went for a little morning walk around here. I was at the cemetery – it was nice and quiet, except for the occasional person walking his/her dog. Finally I settled on top of a little hill in storeveitmarken to eat my apple and read a bit of Murakami’s Hard-boiled Wonderland or the End of the World.
It was a good morning, got back around 10am and had breakfast (alone, because roomie is gone again..) with my book.

As I’m writing these lines the sky is grey again and I’m listening to Elton John – kind of glad I took the opportunity to get out this morning:)

back from Finse. still tired, my muscles are aching, sad to be back in Bergen a little, because I miss the snow. I’m not a concrete girl (haha) and I met some wonderfully lovely people there. Here it’s grey, I’m back in my Fantoft box, I’m broke and the trains I wanted to take to Oslo are mostly full and I can’t pay 1100nok for a train ride to one of the ugliest cities in Norway, so that means I won’t be seeing the boys for Easter, which is ugly, because I was really looking forward to going to the Wintermare show and hugging everyone.

I want to hibernate until the sun comes..

this is going to be a long one.
I am currently sitting in the library, it’s quiet and it’s empty and it feels like a stormy day because the world started whispering.. This week started off with another Brandon LaBelle workshop (well, the continuation of the last one) where we have to do a work based on people. I was thinking of basing mine on the guy who works at Apollon, and to develop that further into a work about language/people speaking different languages/having to adapt, etc.. until I passed by Jonsvollsgaten and saw the anarchist flag. It’s a flag that’s sitting on top of the roof of a house that’s among other houses that are so close together, once you are walking around in the block it’s impossible to figure out which roof is which and where the flag is. Earlier last semester, rudi and I tried to find out where the flag was, with no success. So after school on tuesday I went to knock on some neighbour’s house asking about the flag. A girl was really nice and told me to go to number 6, I rang the doorbell and a very nice guy opened the door, S.
Turns out he put the flag on his roof to protest against the Jonsvollskvartalet houses being torn down, he was also squatting there and he told me the history of the Jonsvollskvartalet squat. we sat around drinking coffee among mandolins and he was so helpful, got me a lot of material, magazines, newspaper articles..
We met in town yesterday (he copied me the dvd of the small documentation they did about the squat.. with Erlend playing the guitar randomly at some concert, of course..) and had a lot of fun so this is turning out like it will be a great great project… and obviously now I have a friend for life and a lot of connections into the anarchist Bergen scene, haha.
Parallel to the spatial practice, I’m in a collage course with Dag. it’s now the second week, so I am doing some class-hopping, as well as working on my very secret sculpture… and in two days I am off to Finse, to beautifully freeze my ass off in a beautiful setting in the middle of nowhere… obviously making art. ICE SCULPTURE for realz. Kind of looking forward to it, at the same time this means I will be spending a lot of money that should probably be spent on rent instead.. or on my Oslo train ticket (going there for Easter… AGAIN)

and now I’m off to go see what Ricardo has made for dinner (projects involving MUSIC and FOOD are the best ones.. ever).
I’m curious.

if it wasn’t supposed to be spring, I would actually think it’s winter…
THIS COUNTRY IS BOLLOCKS! :)

My hair has been short for a while now but almost no one has seen it.
Here’s the premiere!

I wanna look like a tiger

like this one maybe? no?

(bergen is full of weirdos)

I am almost getting inspired to make a list of songs that have the word rain in them, just to pass the time. there is no way I am leaving the house on a sunday like this! I had cinema plans with Ese but I think I will just read and make music mixes and doodle.
I am quite angry that the whole week was sunny and beautiful and I was stuck inside with terpentine fumes and now, the weekend is grey and quiet..

sit around dream away the place i’m from
used to feel so much, now i just feel numb
could go out tonight but i ain’t sure what for
call a friend or two i don’t know anymore