Inactivity and Activity, Activity and Inactivity

As always the inactivity on this blog is due to what I lack in inspiration but also in willpower, whenever I think about starting to post regularly is when I get closer to the end of that period of half-activity, probably because of my hatred of routine.


“Self programming”… works?!?

I am one of those people that generally thinks “bs until proven otherwise” about many things. And this whole “self programming” concept used to be one of these things. I’m also one of those people that if not woken I would just keep sleeping until the middle of the evening, and yet, after lying in bed telling myself inside my head “I will wake up at 10 am. I will wake up at 10 am.
I will wake up at 10 am. I will wake up 5 hours from now” (I had fallen asleep around 1 am and woken up at 3:30 am and went to bed again around 4 am.) And hey what do you know, I fall asleep shortly after and defying my true nature and what I thought about “self programming” I wake up at 10:15 am. I’m thinking “I will make 1 million bucks with my blog” comes next :p.

The I love boredom concept.

Yes, boredom. So what’s up with boredom anyway, people always say they’re bored when they have nothing to do, so doesn’t that make being bored the natural state of a human being? So why aren’t we satisfied with being bored, is it because of our thoughts, or our instincts?

Why is it not a pleasing thing to feel bored ? I’d say at least part of it is instinct as the fact that we actually managed to evolve this far comes from a lot of struggle and a whole lot of reproducing. But boredom of course does not only have one definition, for example there are many people that think certain activities are boring, or many kinds of activities like I do. Just imagine the good it could do if people started to perceive boredom positively, people would love their boring regular jobs and do them more effectively, people that already have jobs they like will strive to work effectively so they can get home and finally get that boredom they’ve waited for all day, even people that are depressed because they lives are dull and boring etc.. will get cheered up because boredom is so wonderful! Just imagine the wonders it could do for couples of the verge of breaking up because they bore each other, the world will turn into a wonderful place if we all start loving boredom!

On a serious note, I hate boredom and that is one of the reason I always put off going to sleep every day until I’m so tired I’ll just fall asleep instantly.


Well, I ended up trying to bore you with details about my pretty regular life after all. At the same time I am trying to think of a starting line for a poem. Let’s see, the vacation was over even before September, the 18th of august actually, school is not particularly bad this year as I’m done with French classes and Math classes (no offense to math/french lovers, I’m not bad at math but I’ve got no real interest in it neither do i really dislike it but it’s really hard to motivate myself to do something that I have no real interest in especially when I’m pretty sure I won’t need it in my future occupation. About french I seem to have developed a phobia against it along the way, (teacher’s diagnose) so I am rendered unable to remember any rules and words, the one thing I did do right was the pronouncement and based on that and that only I barely passed french last year.) Even so the only class that I am able to actually enjoy having is my Japanese classes, sometimes I feel like I was meant to talk Japanese instead of my native language (Norwegian). I simply love the way it sounds, and even the written language looks to my liking, although it gets pretty complicated with Kanji, Hiragana and Katakana. The Norwegian classes have also been slightly interesting lately as we’ve been learning about old poetry and poets and a few writers. I also received a new computer (An Acer laptop) from my parent’s on Friday as a delayed birthday present, the other thing I got from them was a “Tie-needle”(don’t know what it’s called in English) in gold from Barcelona.

Well, the weather is good for some reason, the air is still bad and I’ve still not decided on what to do next year.

Regards from Norway.


I don’t know why I keep doing this, usually I can’t keep an interest in something for long, and it seems the same with blogging only that it comes back time and time again, the desire to write something where other people will read it, I am a little mad with myself for not being able to keep up blogging at least once a week, more than a little. I am at a loss at what to do with myself sometimes, if this keeps up I will change the subject of my studies several times only to end up doing something I lost interest in before I even started. I also don’t know if anyone will read this, I hope they will, somehow I always hope old readers will remember me and come back all by themselves every time I start blogging again, if I could help them along I would, but doing anything at all on dial-up is enormously time consuming, but I will get to it after this if I have time.

At any rate, here I am again, the amount of time I will remain is unknown, what I will post about is unknown, and if there will be anyone reading it is equally unknown.


Here I am sitting in the living room in the house that is a part of a farm that is devoid of people almost every week of the year, watching the sun disappear on the mountain of the other side of the fjord. Getting frustrated because a fly that is crawling all over me and the way too loud sounds coming from the television is intruding on my train of thought, as if trying to stop me from blogging even now. Even so I am determined to finish this one post, this one first post notifying of a new short period where i will post regularly, I always am,  let’s hope that it will be different this time, I know I do.


As sometimes happens with this blog it is left without new posts for longer than I imagined, I had planned to post once or twice a week but as you can see that plan went straight to hell. I feel myself coming closer and closer to being able to write short-storys and poems like I used too, pretty soon I might try to write another short-story hopefully of a lot higher quality than my earlier work but I doubt I will write anything but fantasy, maybe a crime related short-story, as I need to write something that can fit into the universe that lives inside my head, I’m daily improving the vague idea I have of what will come to be the main character, looks can come later, personality comes first, anyway I hope you are all doing well and that you will visit my blog now and then in the near future as there might be more interesting additions then. Oh and at the moment im sitting typing on a laptop out in the country in Norway, and as I submit I am connected to the cyberworld via a dial-up modem, so I hope you will have a better easter than me, as I dislike being away from my hometown which I sincerely love. Again, have a good easter.

Blogging “Schedule”

I’ve decided that for the next 2 weeks I will spend at half an hour every 2 days on my blog, if it’s writing a post surfing for inspiration or surfing for traffic I don’t know yet but probably a mix of the three and hopefully I will spend more time than that, also I hope that by doing this I will gain and keep more readers that are not afraid to comment.

Untitled, for now.

So here I am again, disgusted with my own blog’s inactivity and my own uncreativity, I mean look at me, I can’t even think up a title much less write poems/anything else creative. Therefore I decided to sit down, take a deep breath and try to force something out by force. (Yes the force!)  My computer was unusable for most of a day and had under 3 gigabytes of space for half this week, finally today the new harddrive arrived but had some problems installing it as it didn’t want to be a slave. There’s one thing that frustrates me more than anything else about my blog and it is the lack of feedback, whoever you are I don’t care how old you are, how smart you are, how well-read or if you even have a blog of your own, if you read my posts please comment, feel free to tell me how bad the post is or how good it is or what could make it better/what makes it a bad post. I’m always trying to improve my blogg but it’s a bit hard without feedback, do you think my posts are messy, comment, if u loved the post, comment(would cheer me up as well), if you disagree with my post, comment, even if u hate my post, comment and make me understand what you hated about it. Also surf carefully these days, from what i hear some ugly stuff is being camouflaged these days.

Have a great weekend!

I hate sleeping.. But sometimes I regret it.

This is not a joke, I know a few people who really enjoy sleeping and talk about how they long for sleep sometimes. I never do, I hate sleeping. It’s such a waste of time, I can’t help but think what I could have done in the meantime. Even if it’s really late, as long as I have something entertaining to do, I do not go to bed before I’m so exhausted I can barely stand up.  But more than that I hate the insanely boring time that consists of lying around until I fall asleep, it’s so boring I can’t keep myself from moving slightly at all times, and this makes it very hard for me to fall asleep, thus making me hate sleeping even more, causing me to go to bed only when so exhausted that my head spins and I feel like I could fall asleep at any given moment.

After a while doing this, I have gained insane sleeping habits. Only allowing me to be awake during the hours of the day if I sleep 6 hours at most. If I sleep more, theres a big chance that I’ll not be able to sleep that night and only sleep during the hours of the next day. This is rather unfortunate as most humans sleep during the nightly hours, leaving me unable to hang out with friends for more than a few hours each day. This is what I regret about it, during this summer I have been sleeping well into the days each day, and before I know it, it is far too late to call the few friends that remains at home. Right now the clock is about 5.30 am, and I suspect I might not go to bed until it’s like 8, this will cause me to sleep well into the afternoon.

The unbelievable adventures beyond the border of human civilization.

First of all this is me from the present, at the moment I am sitting typing the keyboard of a crappy portable with dialup internet while a commercial including a incredibly beatuiful well tanned young woman in red underware. After writing a while I disconnected the internet to save my grandma some money.

Second of all, the plane trip was nothing like how I imagined/predicted it to be. First of all they took my shaving cream and reprimanded me for not showing them my toothpaste and hairwax while passing through the first security check, then there was a long slightly dull wait for the plain to arrive and due to the boarding pass not showing the gate number and no tv screens showing anything but commercials I had to be called up to realize what gate I was supposed to board the plane through. After that the decided that I had to check in my backpack because it weighed about 500 grams too much for me to bring it into the plane as handbaggage. After this I bought 2 tasteless pieces of pizza and 0.5 liters of watered pepsi for  15 bucks. After I finished eating and drinkin the less than mediocre meal I sat down and continued reading the last book of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series, I enjoyed it. I liked the book well enough overall except for George killing all of my favorite characters and that there was no real end to the series by the end of the book. After reading for an hour and a half I went down to my assigned gate at Værnes Lufthavn Trondheim and proceded through without waiting in line and entered the plane. When I seated myself next to an emergency exit one of the “cabin crew” approached me and asked if I knew how to open it, I answered with my usual “Huh?” and then she proceded to explain how it was done and I decided to ignore her, of course I knew how, I almost felt insulted. After reading for a while I managed to get off at the wrong airport, lost in the book I had not heard them mentioning what airport we were landing at.  After that everything went smooth and my 2 years older male cousin drove me home after we ate pizza at a restaurant. I arrived at my Grandmother’s place arround 23.45.

The next morning or rather, afternoon, I went out of bed got dressed in a hurry, ate dinner for breakfast and my first adventure proved to be disposing of a dead bird lying dead in her garden near her strawberry field, I managed with my incredible intellect to steer the dead bird onto a spade with a medium sized rock. I proceded to the never used beachline where I dropped the bird on the ground, dug a small hole. Then I looked at the bird and it reminded me of an albino, white feathers red eyes. I proceded to shove it down  into the hole and then moved the pile of dirt back into the hole covering the dead bird, then I moved a 60 pound rock ontop of the hole so that anyone should not dig it up by mistake.

My next incredible achievement proved to be mowing the lawn outside her house in about an hour for a payment of around 33 bucks I also obtained a few wounds manouvering the lawn cutting machine near her thorny rosebushes.

The day after I cycled out to my female cousin’s son, who’s about my age, we spent most of the day playing playstation, but also we went outside and there I did something that I have not done in years, I climbed trees. Lol

I spent the following days either at my friends house playing playstation 2 2 player with him or at my grandmother’s house in front of my books, the televison or talking to her or various visitors. Then my uncle and aunt arrived. The day I arrived I rented “The children of men” it sucked, it was so boring that I didn’t even finish it. The day after I rented “The Illusionist” a rather good movie in my opinion, much more entertaining than “The children of men” to be sure. The same day, my entire family arrived. My father and brother as alike each other as they are different from me, practical and good at maths, not a creative bone or drop of blood or brain mass in their entire body. Then there’s me the younger brother who maintains a blog with little success, hopes to be a writer, messes up in school and still my parents claim that my grandmother likes me better. Lol, and then theres my annoying baby-sister. They arrived at about 22.10 while I was watching “C.S.I” the episode was about a crazy pigfarmer  who killed himself and a small cult who believed in a reptile/human super race. Man the episodes are just getting weirder and weirder, I guess they’re running out of ideas or something.

I hope you all have a great summer and I will be announcing a  new blog of the week shortly.

Reccomendations: “The song of ice and fire” series by George R. R. Martin, “The malazan book of the fallen” series by Stephen Erikson, These series are masterworks within the Fantastic Litterature category, they are both inventive, thrilling, well written and surprising.

I also reccomend the movie “The Illusionist” “Where nothing is at it seems” Allthough I understood early on in the movie what the real illusion was about it was very entertaining, within the story exists the traitorous plans of a crown prince to an empire, his unwilling wife-to-be and a corrupt police detective.

I repeat, have a great summer.

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