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fredag 25. mai 2012

And it feels like I am just too close to love you

Hello,
how are you all? I know none of you ever comment (I am for real crying on the inside here) so it was a much wasted question, and typing in all honesty.So in reality, I do not even know if anyone is reading this blog.
But enough about that!

So this is what has been going on in my life since I last updated, which was earlier this month if I am not mistaken. I could just go and look, but I am lazy and who care really?
Okay, so I have had my two exams. The first one was on the 17th of May (hurra for Norge liksom...), and it was on Television, society and morality. In all honesty, I thought it went quite well. I've never been so quick to start writing, but you know, it is usually the one you think went the best which turnes out to be the worse one, isn't it so. I guess we'll just have to see. I do not really remember which questions I did. One about television as a moral educator, I believe- that one was really easy. Something about the effects of television (like the effects model etc) and I think the last one was 'look at two television programs you've watched recently and use them to explain how they impose virtues such as "duty" etc on the audiance'.

My outfit for 17th May. I also wore my black heels. I was fab!

After this exam I went back to the flat and made applecake for Pia and I- I feel like a right 50s housewife; wearing a nice dress and heels + my apron. It was such a good look though, I felt so much better baking dressed like that. Like I was some kind of kitchen goddess or something! And I'm still single, I just don't understand! jijijiji! Pia and I had a lovely celebration with Scouserwives, applecake with ice cream and indian dinner. It was all well lush. And we may or may not have eaten the whole cake + ice cream except for the one small piece Jack had. #Fatista much?

I make a mean applecake, no?

My terror exam was on the day after and it really wasn't that interesting. I wrote about the homo sacer, my favourite topic in terror. It is really interesting, as it is all about how people become homo sacers when they basically have lost their basic human rights. So a homo sacer back in the day would have been the witches, who were not given fair trailes etc since they had excepted the Devil into their lives and bla bla bla. Today, a homo sacer might be the prisoners at Guantanamo bay- or just prisoners of terror. They are not given a fair trail, and are just found guilty (in the States, not everywhere, of course). They have been reduced to nothing more than biological bodies as they have all their rights taken away from them and because they are treated as if they are worthless. I also argues that the countries which the U.S has declared war against were turned into homo sacers, as they [the US] do not care about how many or who gets killed in the prosess of winning the war on terror. Husbands, wives, children, brothers and sisters just become collateral damage, meaningless faces who mean nothing as long as the US get to prove their point. Like I said, I find the issues of terror really interesting, and it is so much more complicated than I first thought.

On the 19th, Pia and I went down to Fylde Bar to watch the Champions League final and boy was that tense! we ended up stressdrinking throughout the whole thing. Both of us got so involved, and I suppose it just represented how much we've come to (and this hurts to say) like Chelsea FC. We've just watched so many of their matches this season. I've watched more Chelsea matches than Liverpool, I even like more Chelsea players than I like Liverpool players at them moment, how sad isn't that? I guess what I'm trying to say is that we've invested quite a bit into them this season, we even went to see them play against Everon. So seeing them win the Champions League was amazing, especially because Torres (of course who else?) deserved it so much. I was gutted about Drogis leaving Chelsea though... Its a great loss, but now Torres can finally get the role he deserves ans has been working so hard for. I won't tell you about the massive breakdown I had on the 15th when I thought he didn't get called-up for la seleccion (there were a flood of tears though) but it turned out to be fine, and he has now joined la Seleccion and is training with them for the up-and-coming friendlies before the Euro. He is also going to the in the Euro-squad. 90% certain at this point. He won't start, that much is obvious, Llorente will probably be first choice, but I do believe that del Bosque will give him a fair chance to prove himself. These friendlies are imporant for him, I think. He might not play tomorrow, but I'm hoping that he will during the next friendly because seeing Nandolicious or Freckle-face in that La Roja shirt is my favourite, even over Nandolicious all freckly and tan on the beautiful Ibiza beaches.

I may or may not have been very emotional when I got back to my room that nigth and looked through all the Chelsea/Nandolicious celebration pictures...

Other than this, I've just been sitting outside in the sun, because we've finally got some of that. It has been seriously warm, over 25C everyday for the past week, and its great! I'm wearing my cute dresses everyday. I'm also quite tanned now (I was also seriously sunburned) which is great because I can actually wear these dresses without tights and not look like a twat, like so many of these Brits! lol The only problem of course is that no one else is finished so I'm kind of alone and terribly bored. So far I've packed 2 suitcases, one for when I'm going home in July- it is filled with clothes I no longer have use for, like winter jumpers and so on, the other is for when I go to Kyiv. Just some random clothes I don't need to wear when I'm here. I've still got plenty i my wardrobe still.

The tan I got after the fist day... the tan line is much more visable now.

Tomorrow it's Eurovision watching, but I'm not sure where I'm watching it. I'm just going with whatever Pia decides really. I know that my flatmates are watching it here in the flat, and the Scandinavian Society are watching it at County bar. So we'll see. We were also suppose to BBQ (or Grillex as I like to call it now), but I have no money so that looks a bit grim right now. On Sunday it's Unicef Soccer Aid at Old Trafford and I'm going with Pia (WHAT A SHOCKER, NO?!) and Christina. I've never been to Old Trafford, so that will fun! After that I'll have the Emirates and Stamford Bridge left of stadiums I really want to visit here in England. Anyway, the celebrities arrive from 5:30 so that's when we aim to be there. Here is a list of the line-ups for the two teams:
England Celebs:
  • Jamie Theakston
  • Marvin Humes (JLS)
  • Aston Merrygold (JLS)
  • Ben Shephard
  • Jonathan Wilkes
  • John Bishop
  • Jason Isaacs
  • Paddy McGuinness
  • Mark Owen
  • Olly Murs
  • Robbie Williams (C)
The Legends:
  • Martin Keown
  • Teddy Sheringham
  • Des Walker
  • Kevin Phillips
  • David Seaman
  • Graeme Le Saux
Manager: Sam Allardyce
Assistant Manager: Peter Reid
Coach: Bradley Walsh


"International" Celebs:
  • Michael Sheen (C)
  • Will Ferrell
  • Gerard Butler
  • Mike Myers
  • Gordon Ramsay
  • Patrick Kielty
  • James McAvoy
  • Sergio Pizzorno (Kasabian)
  • Woody Harrelson
  • Edward Norton
  • Joe Calzaghe
The legends
  • Edwin van der Sar
  • Jaap Stam
  • Freddie Ljungberg
  • Roy Keane
  • Hernan Crespo
  • Clarence Seedorf
Manager: Kenny Dalglish (King Kenny omg ;_______________; )
Assistant Manager: Ian Rush

That's it for now I suppose.

Listening to:  We Are Young - Fun
Mood:
Hot.



fredag 27. mai 2011

WOW that's so interesting, please never stop talking!

Had my Consumer Culture and Advertising exam today. That was fun...

I had this awkward game going on with The Rugby Guy which consisted of us not looking at each other and stealing glances while the other wasn't looking. Not that I admit to anything.

Lets not talk about the exam. I don't think I've ever written something so horrible ever.

Also, there was a awkward moment when the fire alarm went off two minutes before the exam was over.

I finsished that heart breaking chapter last night/ this moring at 4. It was really hard, and I admit to feeling the tears press as I wrote those hateful words spoken by my character's parents. I think part of what makes it so horrible, is that it's actually an actuallity for some. There are actually parents, friends whatever, who would just not over come their prejudice, even for someone they love.

I've written 13500 words so far, which isn't that good. I really need to step it up a bit as it's only 2700 words per chapter.

I'm thinking about printing out and sending in some job applications. It would be nice to do something a bit different, if only at a different place this summer. We'll see what happens.

Gina totally made my day yesterday or was it the day before? Anyway, she totally ofered to come with me to Danmark if it had fitted with her schedual. Which it didn't. But its the thought that counts!

I also got the postcard from her the other day! Hurraz! 

FIFA is opening a ethical proceeding against the president Sepp Blatter after he's been accused of being corrupt. All I really have to say is LOL. It wouldn't suprised me at all. There is so much shit going on at both FIFA y UEFA that is't just ridiculous. From the dismissal of any complaints about Busquets to the World Cup Bid. Yet I still would love to work for either. Life is funny sometimes.  

Its the CL tomorrow and I'm so not excited about it. I can't figure out who i want to win. I keep changing my mind. On the one hand, as a Liverpool fan, I would love for Man United to lose and just fail at life. But on the other hand, I don't want Barcelona to win either. I lost my respect for so many of their players, players I used to love and respect after the El Clasicós, like Xavi and his "Football won." and "Alonso, Ramos, Arbeloa, Albiol? I don't know them even though I've played on the same NT with them for the last 6 years". Nor do I respect the club. If they choose to stand behind a racist cunt, well then, I can't help but send them a big fat fuck you.

"Det hadde vært morsom om Ryan Giggs hadde markert seg sikkelig professionelt etter all peppern han har fått i det siste." Um. what? Like he didn't deserve it! If the man can't fucking keep it in his pants, then he get's what he deserves. If he want to 'have his fun' then he shouldn't have gotten married, should he? Wanker. Cheaters to the left, plz.


"Advokat mener at overgrep på barn ikke bør straffes." What the fuck is wrong with people?! Apparently its a burden for the child. You know what, that's the most fucked up thing I've heard in a long time. So the person just deserves to walk freely, harm and molest other childen? The world is so fuck up it hurts.

Hannah Montana's 'Best of Both Worlds" on P4 Hits. Oh yeah, gotta love Norwegian radio.

My next exam is 'Football y Society'. It's on the 9th of June. The 9th of June. The 9th. 9th. See, it's once again fate. I also happen to live in flat 9. You see, 9 is my favourite number. And obviously has nothing at all to do with Fernando Torres. Of course not.

But anyway, that's like ages away. Like, seriously. WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH MY LIFE?!

Its Fernando Torres y Olalla Dominguez Torres' 2nd wedding anniversary today. It's weird that they've only been married for two years when they've been together for 11 years. And that's a seriously long time for a 27 year old! *eats chocolate and drinks coffee while humming slightly on 'All By Myself'.



I might go out tonight. We'll see.

tirsdag 24. mai 2011

Um. So. Yeah. I'm procrastinating again because I don't want to start revising right after I just had an exam.

Had my exam. Um. yeah. that was fun.

I don't know. it went okay. Nothing more than that if I'm lucky. The questions kind of fucked me over a bit. Because i wanted Simmel and I got Simmel, but not the question I wanted about the stranger or the metroplis or fashion or anything.

So I did the question on Weber and the rise of capitalism something something resulted in 'desenchantment of the world'. Which I kinda knew about and wrote a few pages on.

Um. Then I jumped to the last section (there were three questions and three hours) and choose the Latour question about how non-human was important to sociology. Eh. Don't actually know if what I wrote here made sense, but I ranted about technologies and cyborgs and whatnot. And about commodities.

From the second section I choose the Bourdieu question about habitus, because really, there was no way I could answer the Simmel question. Bad times. Um. I did write a few pages, but not too much. I don't know.

And like, you see people write a billion pages, going on the third booklet while you're on your first and you're totally like: fuck fuck fuuuuuuck. And I never learn either, that's the thing. So I always look around. And then I panic.

Also, because its actually so sad and pathetic that its turned funny, but like, I have one friend in my course. 2 years, and only one person I talk to. How much of a massive fail is that? But yay, we're doing two (at least) of the same subjects next year. Which is good. Because I need someone to talk to. And kill time with. And yeah. We get on quite well, which is a surprise. It used to be lots of awkwardness.

Don't want to revise, but I just realise that there is nothing better to do really. Um yeah. So, i'm gonna go and talk to Jess about the next exam. And be like, what are you revising? Okay.

Exams getting the better of me.

Sometimes I'm so pathetic that it hurts. Getting all smiley over stuff posted on fb. I'm kinda like, seriously Keisha? Seriously? This is not the time to start crushing on someone. Nor is it the right person to be crushing on.
I'm blaming it on exams though. They do funny things with your head. True story.

And I'm terrified of going to bed because I'm afraid I'll oversleep. The last couple of days have been pure terror as I've woken up in panic, thinking that I missed my exam. I mean, what if the alarm doesn't go off (all three of them. It could happen!) or if I just sleep through it?

But like (I always say like in my head in the scouse way, idk why though.), I'm torally reminded of why I like sociology. Because I wasn't for a long time. But now I'm like, oh, thats why. And it's nice, you know? I really like the theories of Simmel, Bourdieu, and and, well not so much Weber, but Durkheim yes. And it's kinda like falling in love you know? Or maybe not. More like, realising that hey wait- oh. oh right. That makes senes. The feeling you get when you let yourself be consumed by it. Because you understand then. In that moment when you realise.

And I found this really nice quote as well. I like it, because it takes a dig at philosophy, because it sums up sociology pretty well. And yeah, it sums up what i want to do, I s'pose.

Philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways; the point however is to change it.
- Theses on Feuerbach

I think it's quite nice.

Sergio Canales didn't tweet me back.
I guess that beautiful Real Madrid #16 shirt never will be mine. Life is cruel sometimes, I think.

I'm also quite sad that the football season has ended. And I can't believe that I've watched my way through my first football season. There have been so many highs and lows and gaah!

It all started with a Spanish man with freckles and lovely hair. It started with a World Cup and a crying Iker Casillas. It started with Liverpool red and chants of an armband that proved he was a red.

Now it's the end though. And the end was kind of bittersweet because it ended with a Spanish man with freckles and lovely hair. It ended with Premier League matches and passion. It ended with Liverpool red and heartache as red became blue.

But I mean, it's been fun. I found my loyalties, though they have been streched and tested. I found out that red is the lovliest, but that blue can be okay, if only for now.

That white is holy.

Anything can happen really. Red can become blue. Love can quickly turn into hate. And that sometimes, you just have to push things aside, let them slide, accept the fact, no matter how much it hurts.


Yes. I do enjoy being dramatic about football.

Now though, I'm gonna listen to a few more Adele songs and read a bit more before jumping to bed and pray that I'll get up in 4 hours.