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.

All I ever wanted was the world

So it's the 9th of May (actually, by the time I finished writing this, its the 12th lol), and I am in the middle of revision. Let me tell you, it is no fun at all. In fact, it is rather boring. But on the bright side, I've only got two exams and one of them is only for a half module. Now I just need the sun to start shining because I'm so goddamn tired of this rain which is just pouring down right now. It is always raining. And I'm really starting to despise rain. Really.

My beautiful ticket!

On a much, much brighter side; my tickets for semi-final in Donetsk arrived today! The ticket looks well pretty and it is so nice, and gosh! How exciting isn't it that I get to go to a Euro match? Of course though, this is me, and when does anything run smoothly for me? Donetsk is pretty far away from Kyiv, and by regular train, it takes 12 hours. The distance didn't even counter in. It is obvious that I've lived in this country for too long when I kind of expect any journey to just take a few hours. Can anyone blame me though? I'm living in England, this tiny tiny country! It would take me 2 and half hour to get to London or Edinburgh by train and by car it would be around 6. Thankfully, Ukraine has gotten these high speed trains now, so it'll shorten the train ride considrably, which is good! And according to our Ukrainian friends, the prices aren't too bad, like they are far better than they are here. Oh, I don't even want to think about how much it is going to cost getting a train to London during the Olympics! I would cost me around £50 now, just imagine in July!
And in more volunteering related news, we have found our 4th flatmate! Hooray! The funny thing about my flatmates is that they are all named Anastasia. I will need to come up with a nickname for them all! Right now they are kind of just Anastasia 1, 2 and 3. I have also booked my flight, and me and Anastasia (1) are going to meet up at the airport and take a taxi together to the flat people and stuff, which is great, because I was really worried about this part as I'd rather not take a taxi in Kyiv on my own, as I'd get massivly ripped off. And taking the bus would result in me having to walk for ages, dragging my suitcase. I wouldn't mind this option, if I wasn't bringing luggage that is suppose to serve me for a whole month. Thankfully, this is now another thing I will not need to worry about, and I'm glad. However, what I am worried about right now, is fitting into my volunteer uniform! When we applied we had to put down our sizes, but sizes are diffucult, no? And I have a sneaking feeling that mine might be too small, so I'm now doing everything I can to loose some weight. This involves a mix of pilates, 'sun kissed abs' workout + the hunger games workout. I do this twice a day for an hour-hour and a half. Due to my money situation, I also only eat porridge for breakfast and for dinner, plus snack on some cucumber in-between. I even found some inspiration in my favourite WAG; Sara Carbonero. Obviously, the point is not to look like her, she is far too thin, but she is a great inspirating in life with her brilliant career (sports reporter), beautiful boyfriend (Iker Casillas) and great style! I really love her.

Sara Carbonero (or Sara Carbonara which I sometimes call her by mistake)

In other aspects of my life, there isn't a lot happening to be honest. I'm stressing about how I should get everything back home, and if I should/could sell some stuff on ebay, but I have no idea how to do this. I might try and sell something after my exams. Like my purple heels. I don't want to though, because they are soo pretty, but they are too big for me! I might try and sell my black pair as well, as they heel on them are just too high and I can't walk in them. I'll have to try them on later today.
I've spent most of my days just revising. Though yesterday, Pia and I had a taco night, which was nice because I haven't had proper food like that in aaages! We also had doritos and brownies. It was well lush, honestly, and I ended up with a huge foodbaby which I named Carlos. I also did my workout and while I was waiting for my hair to dry I wrote another entry in my volunteering diary and drew the tattoo I'm getting in July on my foot. I really like it, and now I can't wait to get this tattoo! Now I need to do my workout before meting up with Pia!

I fucked up his face... and the fox's face... lol

Listening to: U Got It Bad - Usher

Mood:

Bouncy

I wonder what it's like to fly so high or to breathe under the sea

So I'm in full essay mode right now.
For the last couple of days, I've been working my arse off, trying to finish all these essays in time, and for a long time it just did not seem like it would work at all, but then yesterday I just decided that I would start and finish my 5000 Sociology Goes To Hollywood essay- and I did! It took me 18 hours to write and I stayed up until half four in the morning working on it. I am glad I decided not to give up and leave some of it for today. Now it is out of the way and I can focus on my Gender Preformatives essay which is 4000 words. I'm hoping to write as much of it as possible today, though I highly doubt I'll be able to finish it as both my body and my head is completely dead. I work up this morning after having to endure listening to someone chopping food in the kitchen by the surfice which is wall-to-wall to my bed. And before that, there was someone who decided to play their shite music as loudly as possible, starting at 2 am. Oh yes, it is a true joy living in this flat at the moment. You have no idea. I'm so freaking happy, and it doesn't stress me out or take a lot of my energy, no not at all. So who ever you are, please do continue with your shitty behaviour. It's not like people enjoy sleeping in the middle of the night or anything. Not to mention the state of our kitchen right now. I have no words for it. It is disgusting. How can anyone even want to make food in there? I'm currently starving as I will not set a foot in that kitchen as long as it looks like this:

I just do not understand. We're all 22 in this flat, and we've been living on our own for the past 2 years, we should be able to clean up after ourselves! It is not that hard. And I know that I'm not the tidiest person on Earth, but Jesús Christo, this is just beyond anything I would be able to live with. Especially since the kitchen is my holy place. Its a place where I can relax and just enjoy making various foods. But you cannot enjoy it in that kitchen. This year has been hell, and has resulted in me hardly ever making a proper meal just because I don't want to cook in there. After all, who would, just look at it!

At this point, I just cannot wait to finally be done. I get the hell away from here. Don't misunderatand, i've had a lovely time and I've met some of the greatest people ever, but I'm just so tired and exhusted and I'm in need to a change. I love Lancaster as a town, it is beautiful and oh so lovely, but after 2- going on 3 years here, well, it becomes a bit much. It is so small that you end up feeling slightly trapped. I really need a change of environment. Something new and different, with new challenges and new people. And I am in desperate need of sun. Actual sunshine. I'm so so so tired of these gray clouds and the rain and the endless wind.

I have grown a lot since I moved here, that is for sure. In a lot of ways, I do not regocnize myself, but then I go on my weird antics and I know I'm still me. But I have chnaged. I know what I am capable of dealing with, and what I'm not. I know that I can get through some really shit times and that I'm a lot stronger than i give myself credit for. I'm not as shy as I once was, actually far from it in most situations (though not all. There are still traces of that social awkward person somewhere) and my confidance has once again gone up. I grew up and learned how to be responsible for myself. I've learned that some things are not meant to be and that things which start out great might not end up as great and vice versa. Friends come and go, and I am beginning to realise how important it is to surround yourself with positive people as nagative people will just drag you down ( a mistake made far too many times), and how to let some friendships go.

These years have been trying, but I got through them, and I will get through these final bumps. And it makes me look forward to this summer so much more since I finally get to do something that is just for me. This summer, and this upcoming year will be about me, about me doing exactly what I want to do and feel like doing. I get to volunteer for a month during one of the biggest sports events in the world, which basically means spending a month just having fun and getting to know new people who have the same intrerests me. I managed to get through the application prosess on my own, I got through the interview due to my personallity. It will be hard work, and proably long hours, but I think it will be fun, and it will definatly be a challenge, in a lot of ways, but I'm prepared to take it, and I will have fun doing so. And then of course, there is Spain and Portugal with Pia. This won't be a proper holiday either, but that is part of the fun. Again, it is something I've never done before and I just think that you learn a lot for doing and trying things you've never done before. And I don't mind working a couple of hours a day if that means we get a roof over our heads

Listening to: Hurts - Ivyrise.

Mood:

Groggy.

You make breaking hearts seem so easy, seems like you've done this before

How are you all? Good, I hope!
Here things are the way they always have been. I'm procrastinating and blissfully ignoring the fact that I have too much work to do.
Yesterday, I hung out with Becky. We went to town and eat some food at Revs and then the cinema to see The Hunger Games again. It was nice to hang out with someone again. I mean, I spend so much time in the library or Learning Zone or in my room, that actually leaving these area are like an adventrue for me at this point! The food was good and I still loved The Hunger Games, so it's all good.

On Wednesday, Pia and I went to the McFly concert in Preston. It was really good and the opening act really suprised me with their decent music. I don't remember what the first band was called, but the second one, Ivyrise were quite good. They also tweeted me back, so I like them even more. McFly were great! Pia and I managed to get really close to the stage, so I was able to drool all over Dougie and his beautifully tattooed arm. Nom nom. Tattoos just makes you so so sooo much more sexy. Obviosly, they have to be nice tattoos.

Dougie! This is the only decent picture I've got of him...sadly enough.

Anyway, the only thing that dissapointed me was the lack of songs from their latest album, which I had spend all my time listening to and actually now liking quite a bit. And it was painfully obvious that I haven't been a fan for long. It made me want to see The All-American Rejects actually, because if they had done that, i would have known every single song I realised. The only songs I don't know are from their newest album.
Sadly, it is painfully obvious that I'm still struggling with this stupid glandual fever crap, as I ened up feeling so dizzy and ill that I had to leave the crowd and sit down downstairs for a while. I just don't have the energy anymore to do that kind of thing, and it's so frustrating. I really hope I don't get like that during my volunteering. It's fine if I can just sit down for a little while.

And it's also frustrating because I really want to go for a run, but mthe doctor said that I was strickly not to train or anything like that for a month. And I can see why, I mean, my body is just failing at doing anything that involves a lot of energy.

I'm off to work on my essay now. Speak to you later!

Listening to: Feel Good Drag - Anberlin

Mood:

Exhausted.

As if to say, as if to say he doesn't like chocolate

Me eating an apple and actually wearing my glasses in the Learning Zone. I should get a prize to be honest.

I just figured I'd write a mini update real quick. Nothing interesting has happended, but you know, I just figured I'd write something. I'm currently in the Learning Zone, trying to get my essay on V for Vandetta done, but it's not going all too well to be honest. It is just so boring, you know? So many different things I'd rather do. And I'm trying to buy a ticket for the semi-final in the Euro'12 but the website is acting up and it's so annoying because i really want that ticket!

When I haven't been busy with course work, I'm usually busy with everything to do this this summer. There are so many things that needs to be fix and sorted. For instance, we have been flat hunting, and it is a mess at this point. First we couldn't find a place and now that we have, we're too many people. I don't know what we're going to do. Because it's Anastasia and me, then this other girl; Anna + Lera. And Lera has this 'mystery' friend whom she is also suppose to share a flat with and it's just a bit messy at the moment. The flat we found fits 4, and we're 5. We gave them a week to get back to us though, since we need to get sorted asap. All these places keeps getting swapped up right under us, and the prices keep going up.

I sent an email to Lise today, so hopefully I'll be able to work at OBS from July to September, so that Pia and i can go on out epic trip to Spain together. And this needs sorting as well. I've been trying to think of a good travel route, but it's difficult. I think we'll end up going to Portugal last though, so we might fly back from there. Perhaps from either Lisbon or Porto, because I really want to go to Porto. We also need to send out email soon, so i'll probably talk to Pia about it when she gets back to Lancs in a few days.

I'm also stressing about the whole moving to Oslo thing. I mean, how will that work out? Yes, it is far more exciting than living in Harstad, but at the same time, I need to make sure that I make enough money so that i can afford those 6 months in Spain. And where would I live and where would I work? It is all so stressing!!

Listening to: Dame Vida - Huecco

Mood:

Bouncy.

It's Tetris!

So guess what you guys! I'm about to start week 9 our of 10 of this term! How fucking crazy isn't that? Personally, I cannot believe it. Seriously, I am pretty damn shocked my this relvelation I had. Week 9. You know what that means? In a week, I will start my last week in the last 'official' and proper term at uni. Mental, that is what it is! We will hopefully get our exam timetable this up-coming week, so I will finally be able to plan my summer a bit more and find out how I'm going to do the Euro + Exam thing. I hope I have my exams really early, just so I can be finished with them and so I do not have anything else to worry about except for tripping on my robe during graduation and not finding a place to stay while in Kyiv.

Because yeah, that thing called Graduation is coming up really soon! For those of you who don't know it, I'll be graduating on the 17th of July at 2:30 pm I believe it is. We got an email the other day about it. So I have now booked my place and got my mum a ticket for the event. But for those of you who can't be there in person, but who want to get in the action, you can still watch them mess up my name! Amazing news isn't it? Because I'm sure you all would very much love to watch me stumble across the stage, red-faced as hell. It will be glorious and not to be missed. So you are probably wondering how this is fact possible? Well, my dear friends, Lancaster University has an online stream that shows the graduation cermonies all over the world! Yes, it is magnificent, no? Anyway, I shall come back with more news about this as it is actually approaching, cannot be bother by doing it now.

There isn't a lot happening here in lancaster at the moment, at least not with me. I don't have time for silly student life things at this point. And that is actually sadly true. I have so much to do that I hardly have time to breathe! But so far, I've got it under control, I just need to stick to my plan, which though I have never been any good at, i will just have to do. There is no other option. Except for joining the circus. Because that is still my back-up plan if everything else fails!
I have to go to the learning zone again to day with Pia, as I am suppose to finish up this essay for this week. Its 4000 words, so I better get started to be honest. But ugh, I'm so fed up with Le'Zone at the moment! Pia and I have spent our whole weekend in there, just trying (and failing) to work. it's dreadful. But it has to be done so...

Labrinth at The Sugarhouse

Oh, we also went to see Labrinth on Sunday at the Sugarhouse! Though he didn't come until 3 hours later than expected, the show was really good. I really enjoyed watching him preform. For those of you who don't know who it is, it is this guy, check him out below. He even did a little jingle with his guitar, which was quite cool. I'd deffo go and see him preform again, once he has released his album. Another person I'd love to see is Tinie Tempah. I really love Tinie Tempah, he is awesome, and probably would be quite good like. Damn me, moving back to Norway! And who will I go to concerts and shit with now, when I'm moving to a place where I have no friends?! Christ, I haven't thought about this no friends aspect yet. Ah bugger!


Oh, shit, I better get going actually! lecture ahead! 
Much love, Keisha x







Listening to: Black & Yellow -Wiz Kalifha
Mood:

Hungry

Now you're there cleaning up the mess they left

Wiii! It’s February! So much to do, and so so so little time to do anything at all! Can you believe it? In 5 months, I’ll be graduating? Wearing the cape and everything. It is absolutely mad if you ask me! I can hardly believe it at all. Though I do spend about 90% of my time thinking about it. That, and all the work I have to do over the next two months. I mean, shit, we're in week 4 now. Next week we'll be half way through our last term. When did that happen? I Sure as hell don't know. I feel it was just last week or so that I boarded that plane that took me to Manchester for the first time and I remember so perfectly the moment when I was standing there alone in my room, bracing myself before opening the door and putting on my most winning smile and going into what seemed like the scariest place ever; our kitchen.

It is so weird to think how long ago that was. Time flies by, I suppose. And believe me, it really does. I feel like the weeks just fly by while I'm half-way stuck behind in some odd way. I cannot explain it, but it is just the way it feels right now. I'm fighting to get through all the things I have to do. It is both good and bad, I suppose. I feel a lot more motivated to work than i've ever felt before and that if because of a lot of different reasons. The fact that I'm graduating is a big factor. So is the fact that I actually have modules I enjoy this term.

My degree has been a bit of a hit-and-miss if I'm to be completely honest. What I thought I signed up for, and what I actually did sign up for ended up being two very different things. I don't regret sociology per say, but I do regret not doing sociology and social anthropology. And as much as I love the people I have meet here, and the this beautiful and lovely town that Lancaster is, I regret not going to a uni that was not so old fashion in its teaching methods. I suppose, in a lot of ways, a theoretical degree was never something I should have gone for, but then again, I do not enjoy practical subjects. I love learning about society. I enjoy it. Society interests me. Politics interests me. Culture interests me. There was no way of escaping a theoretical degree. It's a shame really. Because I do feel like university... or perhaps these social sciences are all about theories, and all we ever learn is old knowledge. Do not get me wrong, history is as important as anything else, but how are we ever suppose to think for ourselves when all we do is re-write what others have said before us? There is little room for personal opinions and thoughts, and I despise that. I cannot stand this fact. To me, there is nothing more important to me, then being able to say what I mean/think/feel about a subject.

And at the end of the day, if I am to be completely honest again, I do not see how I am no prepared to go out there and find work. I do not see how I'm more qualified than what I was 3 years ago. Yes, I can tell you what Marx, Simmel, Durkheim and a billion other sociologies thought and argued, but when will this help me? I can write a 4000 word essay yes, but I do not plan on having a job where that I going to be much needed. I'm not going to be a lecturer. So what has my degree given me in return?

I find myself at a cross-road. At this point in time, I have no idea how to get anywhere. A job in the FA seems highly unlikely with anything less than a first, which isn't happening. I need a master, but where can i take it, and in what? International Relations? Norway, England, Spain, Canada... I don't know anymore.
But I suppose I still have some time to ponder over these things. At least for a few more months. As of now, i just need to do my readings and my essays and think about the fact that summer isn't so far off. Nor is Kyiv and Spain.

This entry ended up being a whole lot more depressing than what i had planned. I was all set out to write a super happy entry. I fail massively it seems. Oh well, I try harder next time.


Listening to: Believe - Safetysuit.
Mood: 

Thoughtful

Day Eight - Tell us about the last person who texted you.

Alanya.

Um. I'm really bad at this stuff, i realise. Anyway.

I met her in my first Criminology lecture, I think. I won't say that I was late, rather that everyone had turned up really early, so when I got there, the place was rather full already. Um. It was in the Faraday as well, so I kinda looked around decided that the girl sitting to the left seemed nice enough. Lol. Anyway, we got along great. She thought I was American though. I guess that's understandable. lol Ugh, but lets not think more about the horrid accent I had back then, yeah?
So yeah, she's one of my best friends here really. And I always have fun hanging out with her. We have a few random things we do, like playing badminton in the middle of the night.

Day Five - The subject you love(d) most at school/uni and why.

Um. So i've always loved religion. Idk why. Probably because I knew people from so many different backgrounds when I was younger. Probably because I generally have an interest in cultures, societies and all that. I was tempted to do it at uni as well, but yeah. That didn't happen. I don't even know why. At uni, I really enjoyed the module I had during the Michaelmas term, Football & Society. jajajaja, I knooow. Obvious and whatever. But it was actually really interesting, and so complicated. I learned a lot 'bout hooliganism and how football reflects our society.

Day Three - The 5 most memorable things to happen to you in 2010.

That happened to me? Eh. Um. Okay. Idk if I'm actually doing this right. Oh well.

♥ I went to Anfield for the first time on the 6th of December. I didn't get to see Fernando Torres play (his wife decided to give birth during the 72nd minute. sigh, it just had to be that day... lol jk obvs.), but it was a fun match in which we won 3-nil over Aston Villa. Ida and I got really excited 'bout seeing John Carew. And as he was substituted on, we screamed out. lol. Got a few strange looks from the LFC supporters around us... And I think Pia was a bit embarrassed to be seen with us. Might also have something to do with he fact that Ida and i also decided to have a "dance off" during half-time. ~DIRTY BIT~ Yeah...

Me being frozen at Anfield before the match. We were sitting waay up in the right corner of the Main Stand, yet, we had a rather good view of everything.

♥ Going to Thailand with Christina during out Easter break! It was fun times, and oh so nice to spend two weeks in warm weather!

Christina and I at some random temple outside of Bangkok.

♥ I finished my first year at uni in England, which was great! I still find it slightly odd to think about, you know? That I'm actually living in a different country, speaking a different language everyday. That I don't have to think twice about it. It's just weird. Idk how to put it.

Picture from the first week in England with my flat. Dios, I miss those times!

♥ Embarrassing myself into the next century. Oh, the fun times of being a fresher. The fun times of two Norwegians after too many stiffns. Lol, can't believe that was a year ago. I don't even... smh...lol.

Yeah, that is pretty much my reaction now whenever I think about that eh... oh so eh... fun... night. And the weeks after. Lesson learned? Not really.

♥ Getting into football. I bet most people find it really annoying, but hey! It's given me inspiration as to what I want to do with my life, or rather what I'd like to work with, as or whatever. Besides, it's also given me a lot of mancandy to drool over during times of stress. And given me someone to look up to.

Mhm.

Its actually sunny today...

I started watching Supernatural again. I don't know why I ever stopped as its one of my favourite shows. It has everything from action and comedy to really attractive men. I mean, OH HELLO Sam! So weird seeing him as sweet and annoying Dean in Gilmore Girls, to you know, not so sweet and annoying, but very attractive man. I am missing vintage Sam however, because I'm not too fond of badass Sam with no compassion. Besides, as much as I like semi long hair on guy (something that developed after I fell in love with Sergio Ramos, of course), I think it's time for a hair cut bro. YES, I LIKE MY BOYS PRETTY, sue me. (though plz don't cause I'm only living on my student loan.)
But anyway, I kinda wish they weren't brothers because then i would totally ship them. But they are, and incest is never cool. Not even in Game of Thrones. Which btw, has a lot of it. It's a good series though, I really like it.

In other newsish things not a lot has been happening. i've been drinking coffee. I've written a drunken rant about the CL inc with Barca hate. I've written the most heart breaking chapter so far. I also read the most heart breaking chapter. It was really horrible to read because now... I don't know what's gonna happen. Because the two characters have jusr fucked each other up so so badly, and now, now they both just broke and yeah...

I've made some new friends over the weekend though, so hurraz for that. I also met a random Norwegian guy and he got me a veggie burger when we headed home because I didn't have any money. And I know someone how also lives on rice with soya sauce. Fuck yeaah! Because no one here seems to have rice with soya sauce, and I'm like, what? It's soya sauce, it's quite normal to have with rice I think, no?
And like, while we're on the topic of rice, I have now started to use my paella rice, because my basmati is gone. And it was weird like 'cause it is basically like pudding rice. Actually, it's the same rice. So it felt like I was eating grøt you know, just with soya sauce. It was nice though like, because it's rice. It's just really thick. Which of course is why it's used for dishes like paella in Spain. I have to make it when I get home me thinks, its just so nice.

Safetysuite is still like, the playlist that is constantly on when I'm only my laptop. The more I listen to them, they more I like them. Now i even like the song 'Annie', which I hated before.

I really want to go home now. I can't wait to be home. If I could go today, I would.

Also, if anyone wanna go somewhere this summer or whatever, let me know! I'm up for traveling anyday. Otherwise i'll probably and hopefully just end up going to Spain for the language course thing. We'll see. Pia y I are also thinking of Ibiza. Lol, I know right? But, I feel like it's one of those places every student should visit at least once in their lives. Anyone who want to join, please do! I think it would be pretty epic to go there, no? Besides, Ibiza isn't just partying, it's really a beautiful place and has lots of things to see and do (tihi). One could even do some celeb spotting (okay, I mean football hotties spotting, but would you really complain if you say Cesc Fabregas? He's single now as well, just, you know, so you know). So yeah, you should totally join us.

Um. Okay, I have nothing else to write now. So i'm gonna watch another episode of Supernatural because yeah. There's nothing for me to do yet. And like, I need to straighted my hair, and so I might as well watch supernatural in the mean time, no?

Edit:
i totally failed to mention that it was (now) Captain Fantastic's birthday yesterday. Celebrating with this awsome macro.

Sums up my weekend pretty well.

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.

IS THIS REAL LIFE?

Sernando Google background!

HARSTAD Google background!

FLAWLESS Sernando Google Background.

Yes. Studying in the le'zone is muy muy productive.

What I learned today.

So today as been oh so productive. And this is what I've learned today.

• There will be Sernando from next week as both Sergio Ramos y Fernando Torres was called up for national duty. Also known as too-much-hotness-for-poor-keisha-to-take-without-having-to-through-herself-at-a-random-guy-she-meets-or-dream-herself-away-in-her-room-time.
  
• Crushes are the devil. When am I gonna learn? The answer is obviously never ever.
  
• Never watch Game of Thrones in the middle of the day, people who walk by your room will think you're watching porn.
  
• UEFA is stupid (okay, I didn't actually learn that today) and that my chance of seeing Bojan play just vanished as soon as it arrived.
  
• I'm the girl Prince Harry would love to marry, but wouldn't be allowed to. But Princess Nakeisha sounds so nice, no?
  
• It seems that I'm a, and I quote: "Snogging Sensation". Thank you, Cosmo, that is very kind of you to say.
  
• Crossants and café con leche is muy muy bien!
  
• I really don't know the lyrics to the Piña Coladas Song. All I know is in fact: "If you like Piña Coladas." Bit of a fail, isn't it? It's a fucking weird song though, when you actually listen to the lyrics.
  
• Some people should never be shipped together. Such as my beautiful and flawless perfect wonderful godlike Fernando Torres and well, Daniel Agger.
  
• Doing quizzes over at Cosmo US y Cosmo UK is much more fun than doing revision. Who would have thought, right?
  
• Khal Drogo just gets hotter for every episode of GoT.
  
• Trolling at Ryan Giggs is rather fun.
  
• I really should just start to invest in those 27 cats already. . .
  
• Thast iPods really are shite. Like, really.

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.

Jeg bestilte billett hjem, så nå har jeg ingen penger igjen på kontoen min. Tror den ligger fint på £20 eller noe i den duren. Ja, dette er supert dere! Jeg vil si at jeg ikke aner hvor pengene mine har blitt av, men når jeg tenker meg om (Norge-England, England-Norge, Norge-England, Enland-Spania, England-Spania, England-Norge, Anfield x3) så skjønner jeg vel hvorfor. Spesielt siden både leie og tuition fees har gått opp uten at jeg har fått noe mer penger. Supert. Jeg får 1500kr i reisestipend. 1500kr for et helt år. kan noen forklare meg hvordan jeg skal komme meg hjem på 1500kr?! Joda, Lånekassen. Der har dere gjort en super utregning. For det koster ikke 3000kr liksom. Neida.  

Unansett, jeg kommer hjem den 16 juni, 2 uker før alle andre drar hjem. Er ikke super fornøyd med det, men siden jeg ikke har penger, så er det ikke så mye annet jeg kan gjøre. dessuten, så sa jeg at jeg kunne jobbe fra 21, så ja. Jeg hadde ikke akkurat lyst til å komme hjem den 20 liksom. For alt annet var utsolgt. Så hvem har lyst til å henge med meg den helga? (aktiviteter med alkohol er veldig godt mottatt)

Ellers føler jeg det skjer mindre og mindre. Var og så Eurovision igår på Fylde bar og det var jo eh... gøy? Ja. Mm. Eh. Pues... Jeg er jo ikke akkurat Eurovision lover da, kan man si, har vel mer ett hat for det. Men ja, det var jo greit da. Pia og jeg gjore vel narr av det meste. Dessuten hadde jeg så vondt i hode at jeg holde på å drepe meg selv. Da jeg kom hjem kasta jeg i meg paracet og prøvde å sove. Jeg fikk ikke sove, men hodepina forsvant. Kan noen fortelle meg vitsen med paracetamol med coffein? Endte opp med å være lys våken kl 01:00. Så jeg gikk på kjøkkenet og bakte skoleboller mens jeg dansa og sang without inhabition til Shakira. Jeg kan ikke for at jeg ikke klarer å holde meg i ro når jeg hører sånn musikk. Tror jeg må komme meg på latino bar eller noe sånt altså. Jeg simpelten bare elsker sånn musikk. Det er sinsykt sexy. Men igjen, jeg synes alt som er spansk er sexy så... Sexy språk, sexy men...

Idag har vært en utrolig lite productive day. Sto opp så seint at det er lattelig. Skjønner det ikke jeg. I allefall. Jeg sto opp seint. Kledde på meg og dansa litt mer til Shakira mens jeg venta på Pia. Når hun var klar gikk vi ned til Fylde for å se Chelsea v Newcastle kampen. Syntes den var ganske bra i grunnen. Det eneste problemet mitt var en ene duden forran meg som satt å dissa Nando hele jævela tia. Mm, stor fornøyd med den da. men jeg tenkete bare: bitch plz. Wolrd Champion, European Champion. Top goal scorer. Bitchface. Your argument is invalid. MEN Nando spilte fulle 90 min, og han var sikkelig aktiv, så dette går riktige veien. Neste sesong kommer til å bli så braaaa. ♥ jeg har forresten konvertert Pia til Nando. Ah, if nothing else, right? men jeg må si at jeg kjenner at jeg begynner å bli litt for investert i Chelsea nå altså. Hadde et moment hvor jeg drev å beudra kiten deres bla. Ikke bra.

Når kampen var ferdig gikk vi hjem. Det var en dude som holdt oppe døra for meg. Han var ganske kjekk. Jeg husker ikke helt hvordan han så ut lengere. Men han hadde sykt blå øyne. Tror han hadde brunt hår. Jada, hukommelse på topp.

Um. Har lest Truth & Dare nok en gang. jeg har ikke tellinga på hvor mange ganger jeg har lest den serien siden jeg først fant den. Jeg vet ikke hvordan jeg skal forklare den. Hun skriver bare utrolig bra uansett egentlig. Som Born To Run. Hun tar disse absurde og abstrakte tingene og gjør dem logiske. du forstår liksom, selvom. Og du føler hvert eneste ord. Skulle lese May Angles Lead You In (den er inspirert av my favourite song Hear You Me) på nytt, men jeg tror ikke jeg klarer. Den er så sykt trist. Jeg skjønner ikke hvordan noe kan skrive så bra liksom. Hvordan noen greier å beskrive et senario så bra at du skulle tro det faktisk hadde hendt deg. Hm, jeg vet ikke. kanskje jeg er over emotional. Men den knuser hjerte mitt totalt.

Det å leve på ris er faktisk helt greit. Hadde glemt hvor mye jeg faktisk liker ris. Og jeg tuller faktisk ikke. Jeg har ikke spist ris siden jeg var hjemme liksom. men ja. det er godt da. Og idag, for første gang, klarte jeg å koke risen perfect! Hurra for meg! og jeg spise ris med Quorn escalopes som jeg fant i fryseren. Har omentrent sluttet å spise kjøtt, det smaker bare ikke like godt lengere. Quorn er et super alternativ da, og smaker dessuten mye bedre. Spesielt the mince liksom. Ew, smaken av kjøttdeig. Blæ!

Jeg begynner å få angst for jeg har snart ikke mer kaffe igjen. og jeg har ikke penger til å kjøpe kaffe. Herregud liksom, £6 for en sånn stor krukke med kaffe. Og risen min minsker drastisk. Jeg har foreløpig ingen fastslåtte planer for 17 mai, men Pia og jeg vuderer å grille. Vi har begge grillmat i fryseren og pia har en engangsgrill. Det skal regne da, så det kan jo bli gøy. jejeje

Yesterday was a nice day. Jeg rydda vekk alle klærne mine som lå midt på gulvet og bare var i veien. Jeg han opp Nando skjorta og España skjorta mi og støvsugde. Har bare igjen å rydde pulten så er alt organisert her på rommet. Etter det hang jeg litt sammen med Jess før jeg hadde en velfortjent dusj. Æsj, altså. Jeg hadde ikke hatt tid til å dusje før da, som betyr at jeg fremdeles hadde den fine dusjen av spytt fra LFC v Newcastle kampen på søndagen. Ugh. Nasty. Hva man ikke ofrer for essays, ehy? Jeg måtte føne håret mitt, får jeg skulle møte Alanya en halvtime senere, og ja. Fører + mitt hår = Jupp, maximisted volum and everything. Ah, fun times. I alle fall, vi dro til byen og bare så litt rundt. Alanya skulle kjøpe after shave til Chris så vi gikk til Booths for å lukte oss frem. Jeg mener hun endte med en Hugo Boss en, som var den beste av dem. Overaskende mange lukte blomstrete. O_o Er det bare jeg som synes det er litt rart ellers? After that we bestemete oss for å spise, for kl var 14 og jeg hadde ikke spist frokost. Heh. Vi gikk til 'Spoons etter en sviptur innom JJB Sports (they have no Real Madrid shirts. Not impressed.) og bestilte oss mat. Seriøst, den veggie burgeren de har der er sikkelig god, og £4.10 for en burger og drikke er vel ikke noe man skal klage over? And then the pitchers came! Vi fant ut vi skulle kjøpe oss pitchers, fordi, det var en tirsdags ettermiddag, og hva bedre ha man å gjøre? Nothing but drink, obviously. Vi kjøpte oss Woo Woo and Sex on the Beach med ekstra vodka, selvsagt. Nam nam. Vi ble vel mer eller mindre tipsy, noe som er så utrolig lol worhty om du spørr meg. Men de var gode og vi hadde det gøy. Vi fant ut at vi ville synge 'You'll Never Walk Alone' på karaoke, ente opp med å synge den på bussen hjem istedenfor, og at vi burde gå ut in football kits one day. It would totally be proper boss ofc. And it's also an excuse for me to buy the Real Madrid shirt that I've been drooling over for a billion years now. ME GUSTA. Senere den kvelden var det tid for El Clasicó, men tror du at noen av de streams tingene ville virke? Ofc, for that would be silly. And why would itv want to send the match? El Clasicó is for losers. Så ja, det gikk ikke så bra. Vi ente opp med en kamp jeg har på pcen. Jajaja, jeg veit, massive nerd som har gamle football kamper på pcen min. Men det er fra Euros 2008, so I really don't curr. Og det var gøy! Det tok litt tid, men jeg tror jeg har mer eller mindre konvertert Alanya over til Fernando 'El Niño' Torres. And to football. These skills are for life, ya'll! Anyway, it was nice to have someone else to drool over Nando with me. And after som time, she could actually tell the difference between Nando and Sese. It's not really hard though, de ligner jo ikke i det hele tatt.

SERNANDO. Bitches love Sernando. Okay, så det er egentlig en hver undskylding for å adde bilder av SerNando i bloggen min. But really, can you blame me? Å kan noen si fav picture eller? De ser så søøøte uuut!!