august 2010 (faen ta tyngdekrafta)


I spent all my childhood pretending I was off somewhere else.













Jeg skal få brev fra en engelsk venninne og det gikk ganske bra hos psykologen. Jeg har ny time om to uker. Hva har du gjort i dag? And my love's a lie cause the snake he visits me when you are away.

"And Mike I'll teach you how to swim, if you turn the bad in me into good again."

Jeg er blitt syk! Gah, jeg hater livet mitt. Det verste jeg vet er å være syk. Jeg håper det går over fort. Jeg har uansett fri i dag så jeg har bare spist is, sett på tv, spilt zelda og lagd meningsløse gif'er. Basically det jeg gjør hver dag, ehe.
Jeg er ikke ferdig med Battle Royale enda. Den er veldig lang! 607 sider. Det er egentlig ikke mye, men jeg leser den på Norsk og det er veldig uvant. Jeg leser nesten bare på Engelsk. Men de hadde den bare på Norsk. Det spiller ingen rolle, fordi den er egentlig på Japansk så om jeg leste den på Engelsk ville det fortsatt vært en oversettelse. Jeg er ikke så veldig flink i Japansk.

"'She belonged to me,' Chris said simply. 'She was, you know, all the things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. She could paint circles around anyone; I can't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been.' Chris lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. 'Her hand,' he said. 'It fit mine.'"
(The Pact)





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Om Maren

Jeg heter Maren Elisabeth, pleased to meet you, jeg er nitten år og bor i et lite rødt hus. Liker rare små sanger, kiwi, Sylvia Plath, alt som er blått, iste, bøker, Bright Eyes, trapper som knirker, drømmer, hvite kjoler og japan. Det er litt sånne ting jeg blogger om også. Også litt hverdag, kanskje. Er rågod i kanonball.
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It Is Best To Keep It All Inside

I dag har det vært tordenvær her! Jeg hadde det kjempe gøy, selv om jeg bare så to-tre lyn. Jeg tror jeg så i feil retning. Det bråkte uansett masse og det ristet i hele huset. Jeg synes sånt er veldig morsomt.

Ellers har jeg begynt å høre på Johnathan Rice og det synes jeg at du skal også. Om du liker litt sånn country-ish indie musikk som Conor Oberst/Bright Eyes og Jenny Lewis så er det perfekt. Hør på It Is Best To Keep It All Inside, Further North og It Couldn't Be Me.




Hvor var du 11. September 2001?

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Prologue

Before diving into this I think some background would be useful. When she was younger, she had nightmares. She had scissor-pains and phantom limbs, and things that kept her nervous through that twelve-year interim. When she fell crossing that street (south of Houston, old Manhattan-land), those nightmares fell from building tops and took her by the hand.

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She was brought into those rooms with sliding curtains and shining children's heads. One of them, that boy, was not as lucky as she then. Years later, he would return to her at night, just when she thought she might have fallen asleep. As she would later describe to me, his face would be up against hers, and she'd be to terrified to speak.

Now, I won't pretend I understand, because I can't and know I never will. But something makes her sting, and something makes her want to kill. It made her crawl under that house, and stick her head under the stove. Well, my point in all of this is that it's all connected in these complicated nightmares that we wove.

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