Not supernatural
um, I thought I would continue to look at Supernatural , because it was so exciting when I finished last, before Christmas.
but I have obviously seen both the 6:10 and 11.
Now that I am writing, I suggest that it was Fringe that was so exciting. Not that hard to figure, because it is the only other thing I follow.
/ m
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
What's The Difference Between Jello And Jigglers
Faith: Legacy
a good movie Little brother and I saw yesterday at the cinema!
Great soundtrack!
/ m
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a good movie Little brother and I saw yesterday at the cinema!
Great soundtrack!
/ m
ps Photobucket Firefox Add-ons from proceeding
How To Change Brake Shoes Neon
Tape and tobacco
Dad came up yesterday and tweaked the elements and taped again gaps in the wall.
gap!
Now it's actually human in here, I'm so happy!
a big drawback was that it then began to smell smoke throughout the apartment, even panicked and aggressive-knitted cut my knitting.
I've been on a course at my grandmother for Christmas.
Today I posted an angry note in the cooler, who knows, maybe it will be better, or so I get used to.
Fast headache is difficult to get used to.
Idah has even gone sledding with Troll kid o co. Pleasant, but COLD!
still below -10 and has been so for at least two weeks.
But now it is anyway not the death content.
/ m
Dad came up yesterday and tweaked the elements and taped again gaps in the wall.
gap!
Now it's actually human in here, I'm so happy!
a big drawback was that it then began to smell smoke throughout the apartment, even panicked and aggressive-knitted cut my knitting.
I've been on a course at my grandmother for Christmas.
Today I posted an angry note in the cooler, who knows, maybe it will be better, or so I get used to.
Fast headache is difficult to get used to.
Idah has even gone sledding with Troll kid o co. Pleasant, but COLD!
still below -10 and has been so for at least two weeks.
But now it is anyway not the death content.
/ m
Samsung Fax Scx4521f Toner Empty
It is a truth universally acknowledged, thats a single woman in Possession of a good fortune ...
... must ask the want of a book!
Christmas Books:
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
and
Clint - A Retrospective
and a number of Femina, which included a DVD with Revolutionary Road
A very successful Christmas with lots of laughter, slides and home videos from the past.
/ m
... must ask the want of a book!
Christmas Books:
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
and
Clint - A Retrospective
and a number of Femina, which included a DVD with Revolutionary Road
A very successful Christmas with lots of laughter, slides and home videos from the past.
/ m
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Ergoline Tanning Beds
Tjueti, a summary - part 2 / 3
(free told by memory, blog posts, photo evidence and organizer for 2010.)
June
Uteseksjon had summer party, I drank an unknown number of beers, and the next morning I sat on a bus to Kristiansand to carry fire. I returned home the next day, terribly tired and quite sad. 9. June, I had the last day of Uteseksjon, I got cake and hugs. A week later I had the last day of the menu, and I was very pleased when I handed in my keys and went from there. I danced at Dr. Jekyll's with Ingo, Carro and Hanna, and a Swede had a pretty unsolicited strip show for us. One Monday I went to Kristiansand, once again, spent Tuesday alone in the sun with a book, water and cigarettes on Bystranda while Andrew was busy with preparations for the party, and Wednesday was the ball in honor of Andrew and the other fresh officers. I could not tolerate the food (laktoseintolleranse-yay), drank me too drunk, had spilled an entire beer on your new dress. The next day, Thursday, I had to get off the bus twice to vomit on the way to the train back to Oslo, and I swear that I never again to drink beer CB. Friday, I sat me in a packed car with the best girls, and the rest of June was spent at Roskilde warm-up, sun, laughter and an unknown number of "frames" Tuborg.
July
July began with concerts, sun, Strawberry Daiquiri Grandis Simo, Bacardi Razz, hvitivin and Roskilde. We drove home to Norway with Cher in the speakers, sore throat and brown, tired bodies. The next day I was on Hvervenbukta with Dessie , Ingo, Hanna, a few beers and a whole damn watermelon, I took this year's only bathroom, and in the evening I took the saddest phone call I've ever taken. The next day I had the first day as executive officer on temporary social security and had to take breaks for the bathroom to cry because I had a broken heart and rotten conscience. Thursday I saw Sex and singellivfilmen the cinema with the girls, just to think of something else, but I was busy coughing up dust and urine were not catch the action (I do not think I missed out on so much). Friday we had Roskilde Reunion in the park with a case of beer and playing cards and ølkubb, just four days after we got home. I was with the aunt and cousin Kaja Hege at Oslo Live Festival, I worked 7:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. each day, was visited by almost the entire family from Bodo, had a damn epic afternoon / evening / night / morning in the park / at Dr. Jekyll's / at Trym, and gave away the Malta-my ticket.
August
Instead of going to Malta with Andreas, I went to Copenhagen with my mom and little sister, and back in Norway had Ingvild housewarming where we danced until the next morning. Hanna celebrated Friday the thirteenth, and the week afterwards had Jesper housewarming. I had last jobbuke on social security, school started again and I wrote the job applications to the large gold medal. We celebrated the birthday of my mom to see Jean Michel Jarre stepfather from the sailboat, and a fantastic fireworks in the rain.
September
September was a really tough month. I slept too little and had too much to do at school, but it happened a lot of good too. I Frey to death on Granittrock, so Susanne Sundfør the Opera House, went to London with Dessie and Carro and spending too much money on, among other things, 17 new briefs. I celebrated the birthday of Martin and concluded party to put me on the wrong bus and call stepfather at 4:30 with the introduction "Hello! Where am I? There are some blocks and a roundabout and a Spar shop here? "I started working on leisure and brush the dust off my old skills in billiards and table tennis. Moreover, we became traumatized by a innpå little Afghan at Bob's, Shellac Creek celebrated his birthday and I and Dessie had a photo shoot with red wine at Audun, who finished with that we had perhaps a little more laughter cramps than you normally have on a productive photo shoot.
images are either my own, or taken from here , here or from facebook.
(free told by memory, blog posts, photo evidence and organizer for 2010.)
June
Uteseksjon had summer party, I drank an unknown number of beers, and the next morning I sat on a bus to Kristiansand to carry fire. I returned home the next day, terribly tired and quite sad. 9. June, I had the last day of Uteseksjon, I got cake and hugs. A week later I had the last day of the menu, and I was very pleased when I handed in my keys and went from there. I danced at Dr. Jekyll's with Ingo, Carro and Hanna, and a Swede had a pretty unsolicited strip show for us. One Monday I went to Kristiansand, once again, spent Tuesday alone in the sun with a book, water and cigarettes on Bystranda while Andrew was busy with preparations for the party, and Wednesday was the ball in honor of Andrew and the other fresh officers. I could not tolerate the food (laktoseintolleranse-yay), drank me too drunk, had spilled an entire beer on your new dress. The next day, Thursday, I had to get off the bus twice to vomit on the way to the train back to Oslo, and I swear that I never again to drink beer CB. Friday, I sat me in a packed car with the best girls, and the rest of June was spent at Roskilde warm-up, sun, laughter and an unknown number of "frames" Tuborg.
July
July began with concerts, sun, Strawberry Daiquiri Grandis Simo, Bacardi Razz, hvitivin and Roskilde. We drove home to Norway with Cher in the speakers, sore throat and brown, tired bodies. The next day I was on Hvervenbukta with Dessie , Ingo, Hanna, a few beers and a whole damn watermelon, I took this year's only bathroom, and in the evening I took the saddest phone call I've ever taken. The next day I had the first day as executive officer on temporary social security and had to take breaks for the bathroom to cry because I had a broken heart and rotten conscience. Thursday I saw Sex and singellivfilmen the cinema with the girls, just to think of something else, but I was busy coughing up dust and urine were not catch the action (I do not think I missed out on so much). Friday we had Roskilde Reunion in the park with a case of beer and playing cards and ølkubb, just four days after we got home. I was with the aunt and cousin Kaja Hege at Oslo Live Festival, I worked 7:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. each day, was visited by almost the entire family from Bodo, had a damn epic afternoon / evening / night / morning in the park / at Dr. Jekyll's / at Trym, and gave away the Malta-my ticket.
August
Instead of going to Malta with Andreas, I went to Copenhagen with my mom and little sister, and back in Norway had Ingvild housewarming where we danced until the next morning. Hanna celebrated Friday the thirteenth, and the week afterwards had Jesper housewarming. I had last jobbuke on social security, school started again and I wrote the job applications to the large gold medal. We celebrated the birthday of my mom to see Jean Michel Jarre stepfather from the sailboat, and a fantastic fireworks in the rain.
September
September was a really tough month. I slept too little and had too much to do at school, but it happened a lot of good too. I Frey to death on Granittrock, so Susanne Sundfør the Opera House, went to London with Dessie and Carro and spending too much money on, among other things, 17 new briefs. I celebrated the birthday of Martin and concluded party to put me on the wrong bus and call stepfather at 4:30 with the introduction "Hello! Where am I? There are some blocks and a roundabout and a Spar shop here? "I started working on leisure and brush the dust off my old skills in billiards and table tennis. Moreover, we became traumatized by a innpå little Afghan at Bob's, Shellac Creek celebrated his birthday and I and Dessie had a photo shoot with red wine at Audun, who finished with that we had perhaps a little more laughter cramps than you normally have on a productive photo shoot.
images are either my own, or taken from here , here or from facebook.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Settlers Cabin Wave Pool
A relatively random update, or no '
This holiday season I would be really clever and take back all the curriculum that I have not had time / droped to read this fall because of exams and group work and .. well .. the fact that I'm a terrible little disciplined student. Whatever. It did not happen. Mostly because I'm a terrible little disciplined student, and also a bit because I have found other books there is much more fun to read. Besides, I've cleared all my wardrobe. It was two years since, I've thrown a whole carrier bag (!) With panties that I do not use, and once again realized that I must of (t) rusning, for I am completely unable to refrain buy nice underwear when I see them. Whatever. December has thus been used for anything other than what I had intended to. I have not had the Christmas spirit at all, apart from yesterday night at Hanna's Christmas party where everyone brought a dish each (I tasted everything , and is still full). Christmas spirit did not last very long, because when I got home had I only see one episode Six feet under , and, well, an episode was to the rest of the series, and I cried through all the four hours it lasted (Here speaks We really big nuisance, sobbing and bevrer chin). Now it is Christmas Eve, I was asleep for each of two, and wrapped the last gifts. I got really acute fancy beer, so now I drink a beer for lunch and listening to this playlist surprised that I have together in the hope of being able to muster a bit of the Christmas mood I had yesterday (It is completely free of Mariah Carey and Wham, to put it that way).
This holiday season I would be really clever and take back all the curriculum that I have not had time / droped to read this fall because of exams and group work and .. well .. the fact that I'm a terrible little disciplined student. Whatever. It did not happen. Mostly because I'm a terrible little disciplined student, and also a bit because I have found other books there is much more fun to read. Besides, I've cleared all my wardrobe. It was two years since, I've thrown a whole carrier bag (!) With panties that I do not use, and once again realized that I must of (t) rusning, for I am completely unable to refrain buy nice underwear when I see them. Whatever. December has thus been used for anything other than what I had intended to. I have not had the Christmas spirit at all, apart from yesterday night at Hanna's Christmas party where everyone brought a dish each (I tasted everything , and is still full). Christmas spirit did not last very long, because when I got home had I only see one episode Six feet under , and, well, an episode was to the rest of the series, and I cried through all the four hours it lasted (Here speaks We really big nuisance, sobbing and bevrer chin). Now it is Christmas Eve, I was asleep for each of two, and wrapped the last gifts. I got really acute fancy beer, so now I drink a beer for lunch and listening to this playlist surprised that I have together in the hope of being able to muster a bit of the Christmas mood I had yesterday (It is completely free of Mariah Carey and Wham, to put it that way).
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
My Dog Has Dark Patches On His Tummy
Shock Purchase
Yesterday them was made my first, but definitely not my last purchase on Shock.
A, or perhaps two dresses, a jacket and a vest.
/ m
Yesterday them was made my first, but definitely not my last purchase on Shock.
A, or perhaps two dresses, a jacket and a vest.
/ m
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Avcapture Mfc Application Stopped Working
Tjueti, a summary - part 1 / 3
(free told by memory, blog, photo proofs and organizer for 2010.)
January
The first thing I wrote in 2010 were: It's a new year and a new decade. Tjueti began on the very best way: I woke up smeared her boyfriend at a too narrow couch in a basement room without oxygen, in a house that was characterized by a heidundranes party, and without a hint of a hangover.
No Photos from January, and it can probably be explained by that I worked full time on the menu for a week, read the syllabus when I worked on the Menu, and had home exam in a week. Dessie and I was in love with Side track of the Oslo pub s, we and all Alkis and I saw Avatar in theaters and got me late Elvebakken-reunion on the town. Also, I visited Uteseksjon for the first time and greeted Rita was supposed to be my mentor while I was there from the 1st practice February 9 June. Me and my mom was in Bodo, visiting family, and I learned the hard way that there is just enough suck to sit on an airplane when you are still småfull after last night. Andreas and I had a birthday, but I really do not think we celebrate, or maybe we were out and ate.
February
February began with my first day in practice. Practice was very nice and very cold, I found my first called for young people - which in the course of practical training would prove to be my super talent. We saw Where the wild things are the cinema, Simen celebrated his birthday, I drank both beer and wine and danced and smiled. I visited Andrew in Kristiansand. We stayed at the hotel, I drank military buddies Andreas under the table, and the day after I slept like a baby the whole train ride home to Oslo. The rest of February, I had six-day weeks with both practice and extra guards on the menu, I walked around in a sort of zombie-chronic condition, and there was nothing worth mentioning.
March
long patrols in the sun with Uteseksjon gave me butterflies in my stomach and freckles on her nose, and a newsletter that Alice in Chains to play at Roskilde summer gave me the desire to thousands. We were with Axel and had to escape from something innpå little gentleman who thought it was a good idea to try on all participants at the party that had inward wee while (No, he is not depicted here). I saw Hustyrannen Christopher Nilsen at the National Theatre (Kulltivert I ser'u!) And we found out that friends are alright place with good drinks. Simeon had even a party and my memories from the party is even more than Blurry pictures. I pierced ear, and was with Andrew in the cabin.
April
April began with the Easter holiday, I was still at the cabin and was skiing for the first, and last, time in my life. In April, I filled in 1921, I celebrated by more than many units of alcohol, and woke up the next day and was wondering when I'd left me, until I spent some hours trying to cling to the covers on the couch while the world's nicest overnight guests cleared together all of the deposit. Uteseksjon 40-year anniversary was celebrated with a party at Rockefeller, and there's something about Rockefeller and me making sure I never go straight on the way home from there.
May
In May, there were plenty of sun. Hannah had a fantastic fun party, and the day after repaired Dessie, Carro , Ingo, Momrak, Andrew and I with Tom Waits-race, with some short breaks in the police the park to grill sausages and drink cheaper beer, and I love me Bob Greenland. Internship began to walk towards the end, and it was sad and funny and a little good. I had the night of søttendemai party, and used the tradition of the national day to be everything to hangover to care enough to move me out the door. I drank beer and blue shots and blue drinks in Christiania Marthe , took out the piercing of nipples, and celebrated the birthday of Dessie. Dessie took pictures of me while I showered, and Ingvild had a fantastic fun party where everyone was dancing and I sway at home midtpånatta.
images are either my own, or taken by everyone's favorite party photographer, Carro .
(free told by memory, blog, photo proofs and organizer for 2010.)
January
The first thing I wrote in 2010 were: It's a new year and a new decade. Tjueti began on the very best way: I woke up smeared her boyfriend at a too narrow couch in a basement room without oxygen, in a house that was characterized by a heidundranes party, and without a hint of a hangover.
No Photos from January, and it can probably be explained by that I worked full time on the menu for a week, read the syllabus when I worked on the Menu, and had home exam in a week. Dessie and I was in love with Side track of the Oslo pub s, we and all Alkis and I saw Avatar in theaters and got me late Elvebakken-reunion on the town. Also, I visited Uteseksjon for the first time and greeted Rita was supposed to be my mentor while I was there from the 1st practice February 9 June. Me and my mom was in Bodo, visiting family, and I learned the hard way that there is just enough suck to sit on an airplane when you are still småfull after last night. Andreas and I had a birthday, but I really do not think we celebrate, or maybe we were out and ate.
February
February began with my first day in practice. Practice was very nice and very cold, I found my first called for young people - which in the course of practical training would prove to be my super talent. We saw Where the wild things are the cinema, Simen celebrated his birthday, I drank both beer and wine and danced and smiled. I visited Andrew in Kristiansand. We stayed at the hotel, I drank military buddies Andreas under the table, and the day after I slept like a baby the whole train ride home to Oslo. The rest of February, I had six-day weeks with both practice and extra guards on the menu, I walked around in a sort of zombie-chronic condition, and there was nothing worth mentioning.
March
long patrols in the sun with Uteseksjon gave me butterflies in my stomach and freckles on her nose, and a newsletter that Alice in Chains to play at Roskilde summer gave me the desire to thousands. We were with Axel and had to escape from something innpå little gentleman who thought it was a good idea to try on all participants at the party that had inward wee while (No, he is not depicted here). I saw Hustyrannen Christopher Nilsen at the National Theatre (Kulltivert I ser'u!) And we found out that friends are alright place with good drinks. Simeon had even a party and my memories from the party is even more than Blurry pictures. I pierced ear, and was with Andrew in the cabin.
April
April began with the Easter holiday, I was still at the cabin and was skiing for the first, and last, time in my life. In April, I filled in 1921, I celebrated by more than many units of alcohol, and woke up the next day and was wondering when I'd left me, until I spent some hours trying to cling to the covers on the couch while the world's nicest overnight guests cleared together all of the deposit. Uteseksjon 40-year anniversary was celebrated with a party at Rockefeller, and there's something about Rockefeller and me making sure I never go straight on the way home from there.
May
In May, there were plenty of sun. Hannah had a fantastic fun party, and the day after repaired Dessie, Carro , Ingo, Momrak, Andrew and I with Tom Waits-race, with some short breaks in the police the park to grill sausages and drink cheaper beer, and I love me Bob Greenland. Internship began to walk towards the end, and it was sad and funny and a little good. I had the night of søttendemai party, and used the tradition of the national day to be everything to hangover to care enough to move me out the door. I drank beer and blue shots and blue drinks in Christiania Marthe , took out the piercing of nipples, and celebrated the birthday of Dessie. Dessie took pictures of me while I showered, and Ingvild had a fantastic fun party where everyone was dancing and I sway at home midtpånatta.
images are either my own, or taken by everyone's favorite party photographer, Carro .
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Does Irs Send Letters Thru Certified Mail
Brutal honesty
Excuse my saying so, but the past week - as in the past seven days - has been one long disappointment. I try very hard to do things the way I want, but instead, everything I take in the poop. There, I said it. But, well, I mean it. It's just like for all the world forces working against me and does everything in his power that I'm not going to enjoy my Christmas break. I've always had a lot of self-irony. Without self-irony, I had probably been seriously depressed, suicidal certainly an idea too, because I need to laugh it off when I'm shitting me out. The list of less proud moments in my life is getting quite long by 21.5 years, to put it that way. And I have laughed a lot about myself this week too, I have laughed so much that tears are splashing and I have rolled off the chair, but it somehow did not help. There is little that can make up for all the elendigheta here. I can not bother going into detail, it is too private, and it is not necessary anyway. Let's just say it so that this week I have put up several new world records in shitting me out, along with that I generally just do not get to anything of what I try. I'm more than a little tired of destroying everything for myself, and it's pretty ridiculous, but this is Thursday today, and I still have much to fill severe anxiety from Saturday. What I perhaps had the most use for, is that someone hugged me from behind and told me that "It is going well, Stina. We love you even if you occasionally behave mildly retarded, it's just charming. Relax, we still love you. " But I have not someone to hold me from behind.
like that, out of the system, complete with the case thanks for me. I'm not mad long / long sad / whatever, thanks and praise for it. It helps to write it out, and it helps that I have spent the day today to hear Skunk Anansie high as I have read all Quiet days of Mixing Party by Erlend Loe (read it, and you!). And it helps that yesterday I was with Dessie, and we laughed at me until we cried, both of them. Besides, it's a damn confidence boost to see the photos Dessie took of me yesterday, and to hear feedback from the class has given her.
(This is so honest that I hardly dare to post it, but I still do.)
Excuse my saying so, but the past week - as in the past seven days - has been one long disappointment. I try very hard to do things the way I want, but instead, everything I take in the poop. There, I said it. But, well, I mean it. It's just like for all the world forces working against me and does everything in his power that I'm not going to enjoy my Christmas break. I've always had a lot of self-irony. Without self-irony, I had probably been seriously depressed, suicidal certainly an idea too, because I need to laugh it off when I'm shitting me out. The list of less proud moments in my life is getting quite long by 21.5 years, to put it that way. And I have laughed a lot about myself this week too, I have laughed so much that tears are splashing and I have rolled off the chair, but it somehow did not help. There is little that can make up for all the elendigheta here. I can not bother going into detail, it is too private, and it is not necessary anyway. Let's just say it so that this week I have put up several new world records in shitting me out, along with that I generally just do not get to anything of what I try. I'm more than a little tired of destroying everything for myself, and it's pretty ridiculous, but this is Thursday today, and I still have much to fill severe anxiety from Saturday. What I perhaps had the most use for, is that someone hugged me from behind and told me that "It is going well, Stina. We love you even if you occasionally behave mildly retarded, it's just charming. Relax, we still love you. " But I have not someone to hold me from behind.
like that, out of the system, complete with the case thanks for me. I'm not mad long / long sad / whatever, thanks and praise for it. It helps to write it out, and it helps that I have spent the day today to hear Skunk Anansie high as I have read all Quiet days of Mixing Party by Erlend Loe (read it, and you!). And it helps that yesterday I was with Dessie, and we laughed at me until we cried, both of them. Besides, it's a damn confidence boost to see the photos Dessie took of me yesterday, and to hear feedback from the class has given her.
(This is so honest that I hardly dare to post it, but I still do.)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Free Club Nintendo Points Generator
December is approximately like that:
When I go out I tighten the scarf and pull the zipper so far up that I almost kvæles, I'll do anything to avoid getting freezing temperatures on the neck, I have a hat with large tassel and disappear behind some yarn and hair. I can still pack a calendar, even though I really am too old for such things, just because my mom thinks it's so fun, and Clementine I eat almost every day. I count the days until payday, so I can use it up on Christmas gifts, and I have big ambitions to read all the curriculum I should have read so far this year (well, we can now look at it). In December, I fight with myself to bear to take a shower, because it's so cold when I get out of the shower enclosure that I always remain extra ten minutes because I can not bear the thought of goosebumps all over. But really is December basically ok. I drink wine at Christmas dinner, laughing too loud, dancing on the table, and do not listen to Christmas music at all, but finds all the music as it is long since I've heard. In December, the music can often be a little noisy, but it need not, and whether I play the very time of very high volume while I was waving my feet to the beat and reading anything that is not curriculum. For it is a fixed tradition in December, I finally found time and energy to read anything other than what I must read, and I think maybe it's the finest I know for Christmas. Moreover, it is incredibly nice to know that soon turns the sun, and then comes a new year with new opportunities.
're welcome, one just right ikkejulete December playlist.
When I go out I tighten the scarf and pull the zipper so far up that I almost kvæles, I'll do anything to avoid getting freezing temperatures on the neck, I have a hat with large tassel and disappear behind some yarn and hair. I can still pack a calendar, even though I really am too old for such things, just because my mom thinks it's so fun, and Clementine I eat almost every day. I count the days until payday, so I can use it up on Christmas gifts, and I have big ambitions to read all the curriculum I should have read so far this year (well, we can now look at it). In December, I fight with myself to bear to take a shower, because it's so cold when I get out of the shower enclosure that I always remain extra ten minutes because I can not bear the thought of goosebumps all over. But really is December basically ok. I drink wine at Christmas dinner, laughing too loud, dancing on the table, and do not listen to Christmas music at all, but finds all the music as it is long since I've heard. In December, the music can often be a little noisy, but it need not, and whether I play the very time of very high volume while I was waving my feet to the beat and reading anything that is not curriculum. For it is a fixed tradition in December, I finally found time and energy to read anything other than what I must read, and I think maybe it's the finest I know for Christmas. Moreover, it is incredibly nice to know that soon turns the sun, and then comes a new year with new opportunities.
're welcome, one just right ikkejulete December playlist.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Cellebrite Licence Ume Pro
North and South
This weekend I've seen in North and South with Richard Armitage (!)
A good series, though I do not like it played out in a rough industrial city. I want to open countryside and the mansion when I look at the costume dramas.
also looked at the Kipp from The Vicar - melts, imagine having such a neighbor.
finish One Eye Red , it was really good!
Arrests and fun.
have security read my way through half Soulless OMFG, so good!
I have casta Sean Bean in the male lead.
I laugh at people on the internet that suggests David Boreanaz, but HELLO!
Typical American.
I must now inform the English works, have three left.
/ m
This weekend I've seen in North and South with Richard Armitage (!)
A good series, though I do not like it played out in a rough industrial city. I want to open countryside and the mansion when I look at the costume dramas.
also looked at the Kipp from The Vicar - melts, imagine having such a neighbor.
finish One Eye Red , it was really good!
Arrests and fun.
have security read my way through half Soulless OMFG, so good!
I have casta Sean Bean in the male lead.
I laugh at people on the internet that suggests David Boreanaz, but HELLO!
Typical American.
I must now inform the English works, have three left.
/ m
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Knitting Pattern Jester Hat
A series of unfortunate events
Today was the last day of school before Christmas. It took something like this:
I woke up the alarm clock number four, without having to remember to have turned the number one, two or three, terrible headache, cold and without a single fiber in the body rested. There is admittedly much my own fault, I suffer from a permanent lake horror and is the queen of finding the irrational reasons for delays. There is also some neighbor's sake, for I was going to add me when they started with a frantic, indeterminate noise (Road wing of huge, rusty crank? Cutting metal? Dropping the metal to the floor? Randomly knocking on the floor? Grinding of gravel in the coffee grinder? Yes, you get the point.) That lasted well over an hour, and plan to get many enough hours of sleep went completely down the drain. They have also just had another taste of metal preparation, after at 23:00.
Whatever. The day continued with a balance-sms that would tell me that I have 13.81 million in the account after the taxi bill from last Thursday Christmas parties have been drawn. If anyone would consider taking a taxi from the westside to Oppsal a night to Friday: it costs 479 kroner. Are you still sure this is a good idea?
An hour later, we received feedback the project examination, and I felt that I had little desire to cry. We passed, that is, but let me emphasize that I am very, very happy that we only get a pass / fail instead of grades on the exam. Let's not talk about it!
Back home again counted the coins and I concluded that I barely have enough money for a bottle of wine for the Christmas table on Saturday. It's always nice to avoid filling completely irrational fear and taxi bills, but that is .. We begin seven. I do not want to be out for drinks before eight o'clock. This discovery meant that I was a little more than brutal in the opening of an envelope, and the result of it was that I spilled a full cup of coffee out of myself and the carpet in the living room, just the way to top it all together. (And then I was so tired that I actually had to cry a little.)
But hey, I should not just complain (even more): I have officially
Christmas break from school, work tonight was very nice, I look forward as a children on Christmas Eve to Christmas table on Saturday, tomorrow I will sew Christmas my dress (no, not from scratch, you're crazy, I just have to fix so it does not crease across the tits.), and my mom lend me money so I can afford a couple of beers in addition to the wine on Saturday, which means I probably manage to muster enough enkroninger to Sigg, too. Fantastic!
(and there sat the neighbor started with road wing / cutting / grinding again. Brilliant!)
Today was the last day of school before Christmas. It took something like this:
I woke up the alarm clock number four, without having to remember to have turned the number one, two or three, terrible headache, cold and without a single fiber in the body rested. There is admittedly much my own fault, I suffer from a permanent lake horror and is the queen of finding the irrational reasons for delays. There is also some neighbor's sake, for I was going to add me when they started with a frantic, indeterminate noise (Road wing of huge, rusty crank? Cutting metal? Dropping the metal to the floor? Randomly knocking on the floor? Grinding of gravel in the coffee grinder? Yes, you get the point.) That lasted well over an hour, and plan to get many enough hours of sleep went completely down the drain. They have also just had another taste of metal preparation, after at 23:00.
Whatever. The day continued with a balance-sms that would tell me that I have 13.81 million in the account after the taxi bill from last Thursday Christmas parties have been drawn. If anyone would consider taking a taxi from the westside to Oppsal a night to Friday: it costs 479 kroner. Are you still sure this is a good idea?
An hour later, we received feedback the project examination, and I felt that I had little desire to cry. We passed, that is, but let me emphasize that I am very, very happy that we only get a pass / fail instead of grades on the exam. Let's not talk about it!
Back home again counted the coins and I concluded that I barely have enough money for a bottle of wine for the Christmas table on Saturday. It's always nice to avoid filling completely irrational fear and taxi bills, but that is .. We begin seven. I do not want to be out for drinks before eight o'clock. This discovery meant that I was a little more than brutal in the opening of an envelope, and the result of it was that I spilled a full cup of coffee out of myself and the carpet in the living room, just the way to top it all together. (And then I was so tired that I actually had to cry a little.)
But hey, I should not just complain (even more): I have officially
Christmas break from school, work tonight was very nice, I look forward as a children on Christmas Eve to Christmas table on Saturday, tomorrow I will sew Christmas my dress (no, not from scratch, you're crazy, I just have to fix so it does not crease across the tits.), and my mom lend me money so I can afford a couple of beers in addition to the wine on Saturday, which means I probably manage to muster enough enkroninger to Sigg, too. Fantastic!
(and there sat the neighbor started with road wing / cutting / grinding again. Brilliant!)
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Drive Placa Rede Davicom Cnet Cn200
Sunday in advance
It's Saturday, and it feels like it's Sunday, just as it felt like Sunday on Friday as well. Thursday I was at the Christmas party with the class after work. I had a cunning plan to take the latter path home to avoid having to spend money on taxis, but I had it all for fun, danced a lot and ended up by taxi from the opposite side of the city at three o'clock. I had the hiccups really, and before the taxi driver said hello he said "Tell me if you are bad, then, so I stop." Bill came to over 400 million, but in the summary of recent transactions in my online bank is no Payments to London Taxi, and it is not in the list of transactions that have not gone through yet. Free ride? If so, hurray!
On Friday I had a whole bunch of things I should do, but instead I took on my jogging pants and stared blankly at the computer screen before I slept from half two to three forty-five on the couch. The most exciting thing I've done today is to buy a damn nice pair of shoes and to shower a little longer than strictly necessary. I smell strawberries and want to go out and drink beer and laugh and dance, or at least drink beer and laugh, but it is certain no one will drink beer and laugh with me, so I'm sitting at home rather mutters alone, listening to jazz and smells on myself. I am full of self-pity, to put it like that, I can tolerate bad to have two Sundays in a row, and it works extra bad when I can look forward to another Sunday morning.
That otherwise I get the time pass by writing a summary of the year. I've come to November, and concluded that tjueti has been a good year, but you can not read about it before in twenty eleven.
It's Saturday, and it feels like it's Sunday, just as it felt like Sunday on Friday as well. Thursday I was at the Christmas party with the class after work. I had a cunning plan to take the latter path home to avoid having to spend money on taxis, but I had it all for fun, danced a lot and ended up by taxi from the opposite side of the city at three o'clock. I had the hiccups really, and before the taxi driver said hello he said "Tell me if you are bad, then, so I stop." Bill came to over 400 million, but in the summary of recent transactions in my online bank is no Payments to London Taxi, and it is not in the list of transactions that have not gone through yet. Free ride? If so, hurray!
On Friday I had a whole bunch of things I should do, but instead I took on my jogging pants and stared blankly at the computer screen before I slept from half two to three forty-five on the couch. The most exciting thing I've done today is to buy a damn nice pair of shoes and to shower a little longer than strictly necessary. I smell strawberries and want to go out and drink beer and laugh and dance, or at least drink beer and laugh, but it is certain no one will drink beer and laugh with me, so I'm sitting at home rather mutters alone, listening to jazz and smells on myself. I am full of self-pity, to put it like that, I can tolerate bad to have two Sundays in a row, and it works extra bad when I can look forward to another Sunday morning.
That otherwise I get the time pass by writing a summary of the year. I've come to November, and concluded that tjueti has been a good year, but you can not read about it before in twenty eleven.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Lube For Mastetbating
Thursday
recent weeks has gone so fast that I did not realize how they have been, it is all just a blur of panic working with exam stress dreams, work and the occasional party / city tour. I have generally had both the school and some in the evening every day in two-three weeks and is getting very ready for the holiday (eight days). Anyway, graduation is like saying delivered, it was ultra fantastic, and since then I've read from that book I started with two (!) Months ago, which I completely forgot, among piles of curriculum, in addition to a book, and half the V for Vendetta.
Today began with a public card game that did not go up at all, so I got up an hour earlier than usual and got a ride with mom, an hour earlier than I usually go. I was on Birkelunden at seven, were deliberately over the first two trams to kill time, buying lunch at Oslo's, took the tram that uses the longest time to Majorstua, and was still school forty minutes before class began, cheers for that. The alternative was to cross my fingers that the bus came to court when it should, but considering that I already have a maximum absence of the subject we had today, it was a bit out of the question. There had been little more than a little bitter to not take the exam because the routes have driti the leg.
But, well, now I'm really tired, I've dressed me so much I dare to decorate me before work and after work is the Christmas party with the class. I have a bottle of wine and loss of sleep, and comes on the Christmas table five hours after the other because I will be working. I reckon that this might mean that I drink like I in a hurry (there, I have, after all), and that I probably end up saying "Yeees, fight like!" when someone asks if I'll be out, also I have to take a taxi home alone.
I see that this is not going anywhere, I'm just over tired and have about equal capacity to hold on to a thought that a five years old with ADHD and seven large slush innabords. Good night, and cheers!
recent weeks has gone so fast that I did not realize how they have been, it is all just a blur of panic working with exam stress dreams, work and the occasional party / city tour. I have generally had both the school and some in the evening every day in two-three weeks and is getting very ready for the holiday (eight days). Anyway, graduation is like saying delivered, it was ultra fantastic, and since then I've read from that book I started with two (!) Months ago, which I completely forgot, among piles of curriculum, in addition to a book, and half the V for Vendetta.
Today began with a public card game that did not go up at all, so I got up an hour earlier than usual and got a ride with mom, an hour earlier than I usually go. I was on Birkelunden at seven, were deliberately over the first two trams to kill time, buying lunch at Oslo's, took the tram that uses the longest time to Majorstua, and was still school forty minutes before class began, cheers for that. The alternative was to cross my fingers that the bus came to court when it should, but considering that I already have a maximum absence of the subject we had today, it was a bit out of the question. There had been little more than a little bitter to not take the exam because the routes have driti the leg.
But, well, now I'm really tired, I've dressed me so much I dare to decorate me before work and after work is the Christmas party with the class. I have a bottle of wine and loss of sleep, and comes on the Christmas table five hours after the other because I will be working. I reckon that this might mean that I drink like I in a hurry (there, I have, after all), and that I probably end up saying "Yeees, fight like!" when someone asks if I'll be out, also I have to take a taxi home alone.
I see that this is not going anywhere, I'm just over tired and have about equal capacity to hold on to a thought that a five years old with ADHD and seven large slush innabords. Good night, and cheers!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Irs And Closed Businesses
Ms. Stokkefot and vacuums
I have always believed that housework is dangerous. I have scars on his right thumb after having wiped the dust off the sink in the bathroom this summer, the former port the emergency room after threw garbage , and I was more or less single-handedly to blame that on no plaster intact staff room to Menu Oslo City ran out last winter. Today
caused vacuums that I could see how the bottom part of the right index finger looks under the skin. And before you ask, I have not the faintest idea how I managed this feat. What I do know is that I shouted something like "Satan replied hælvettes shit pussy shit!" tears sprang and I jumped in the ring and shook his hand, until I checked the damage and said, relatively laughs, "ojsann, my God, it's only I can do it there," and showed it proudly to the little sister had to agree with the reasoning.
fingers are now bandaged with a little help from little sister (she must be a nurse and have pretty good luck living with me - she gets good exercise), blood, beer is washed away, and I've washed your hair with one hand. Flapped is that I at least have provided the examination paper, so it does not so much that the finger starts to throb if I write too much. In addition, I hereby a great excuse to postpone the writing of the next work demands at least a couple of days.
I have always believed that housework is dangerous. I have scars on his right thumb after having wiped the dust off the sink in the bathroom this summer, the former port the emergency room after threw garbage , and I was more or less single-handedly to blame that on no plaster intact staff room to Menu Oslo City ran out last winter. Today
caused vacuums that I could see how the bottom part of the right index finger looks under the skin. And before you ask, I have not the faintest idea how I managed this feat. What I do know is that I shouted something like "Satan replied hælvettes shit pussy shit!" tears sprang and I jumped in the ring and shook his hand, until I checked the damage and said, relatively laughs, "ojsann, my God, it's only I can do it there," and showed it proudly to the little sister had to agree with the reasoning.
fingers are now bandaged with a little help from little sister (she must be a nurse and have pretty good luck living with me - she gets good exercise), blood, beer is washed away, and I've washed your hair with one hand. Flapped is that I at least have provided the examination paper, so it does not so much that the finger starts to throb if I write too much. In addition, I hereby a great excuse to postpone the writing of the next work demands at least a couple of days.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
How To Make A Sail Cover For Sunfish
Laughter cramps and cramp writing
exam is delivered after a week of intense work, insomnia and tense shoulders. Thursday night I dreamed that I changed the line spacing in the Annexes to the task, but it would not be saved, and I was pretty happy when I finally woke up and realized that it was soon end the madness.
I could not help laughing on the way home from school, so most likely look like a retarded idiot, and when I hit Dessie talked as if I had drunk ten cups of coffee, because it was so good to finally talk about something completely different than how you refer to the source and the chapter that will be number four. Dessie bought me a beer, we drank and I giggled like a teen newlyweds, and afterwards we met Marthe and drank that she passed the exam, and once again that I have submitted mine. Top atmosphere, lots of laughter and just the right amount of beer, a pretty perfect evening and a pretty perfect night.
Tonight I dreamed of Roskilde, 2011, we were in bunk beds, it was sunny, we were the same camp as this year, had about the same neighbors, and I saw not a single word document. Today I do nothing, just because I can, and I promise that I will not write a bad word about school again. At least not until March once, when I tear my hair and is completely stuck in the bachelor's thesis and most of all like to jump out the window.
exam is delivered after a week of intense work, insomnia and tense shoulders. Thursday night I dreamed that I changed the line spacing in the Annexes to the task, but it would not be saved, and I was pretty happy when I finally woke up and realized that it was soon end the madness.
I could not help laughing on the way home from school, so most likely look like a retarded idiot, and when I hit Dessie talked as if I had drunk ten cups of coffee, because it was so good to finally talk about something completely different than how you refer to the source and the chapter that will be number four. Dessie bought me a beer, we drank and I giggled like a teen newlyweds, and afterwards we met Marthe and drank that she passed the exam, and once again that I have submitted mine. Top atmosphere, lots of laughter and just the right amount of beer, a pretty perfect evening and a pretty perfect night.
Tonight I dreamed of Roskilde, 2011, we were in bunk beds, it was sunny, we were the same camp as this year, had about the same neighbors, and I saw not a single word document. Today I do nothing, just because I can, and I promise that I will not write a bad word about school again. At least not until March once, when I tear my hair and is completely stuck in the bachelor's thesis and most of all like to jump out the window.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Fakes Samaire Armstrong
Sunday
I wake that my mouth is a desert, drinking a glass of water without opening his eyes, looking at mobile phone that is at 12.04, falling asleep. Awakens 13.10 of that ten elephants dancing on my head, kaver me out of bed and fill the water glass, take a Ibux and fall asleep again, jogging trousers and sweater, in the fetal position under the covers. Wake up again sometime after 13:30 and observe that I have slept with a whole lot of mess I do not have giddi to clear out of bed - a broken mirror, book, cardboard packaging from some new tights. I find the phone and take the obligatory check of the outbox, and call log. I have called a taxi for 02.15 and have a vague memory that I'm sitting on the ground until Narvesen at Bøler, I have only one mitten, and I try to push both hands into it. Outbox get me to say a little prayer that they have to get my ass in gear and make alcolock to mobile phones, I blush and curl myself together under the covers. Sender a text message to the world's nicest little sister and ask nicely if she can make breakfast for the world's dumbest / most embarrassing / most anguish big sister, the room spins, and it's worse to try to cook yourself. I eat lying in bed with the lights off. Putting on an episode Six feet under, hoping to fill the anxiety a little distance, and as I put on my glasses, which are full of tear stains after I vomited yesterday, I think the idea that I've thought so many times before: " Oh my God, so ridiculously stupid I am, I had really needed to push in me the glass of Cava? I hate the Cava! And Sambucca? No, no, no, it never ends well! Stupid, stupid, stupid Stina! " I lie in a fetal position under the covers in a dark room until the time is 16.30. When I finally venture out, unable to leave the room without being afraid to vomit, and on the way there I get sight of myself in the mirror. I look like a Takras with mascara and eyeliner rubbed out all over. I spend a half hour to lie on the couch and almost fall asleep before I jade me to the gas station and buys a vital pizza - nothing cures a hangover like pizza - and the rest of the day to do absolutely nothing, other than drinking a few liters of water and to think a little sorry for myself. I am convinced I must have done or said something really stupid, and it is possible May Concern: I'm sorry, I meant it. I did not know what I talked about!
I wake that my mouth is a desert, drinking a glass of water without opening his eyes, looking at mobile phone that is at 12.04, falling asleep. Awakens 13.10 of that ten elephants dancing on my head, kaver me out of bed and fill the water glass, take a Ibux and fall asleep again, jogging trousers and sweater, in the fetal position under the covers. Wake up again sometime after 13:30 and observe that I have slept with a whole lot of mess I do not have giddi to clear out of bed - a broken mirror, book, cardboard packaging from some new tights. I find the phone and take the obligatory check of the outbox, and call log. I have called a taxi for 02.15 and have a vague memory that I'm sitting on the ground until Narvesen at Bøler, I have only one mitten, and I try to push both hands into it. Outbox get me to say a little prayer that they have to get my ass in gear and make alcolock to mobile phones, I blush and curl myself together under the covers. Sender a text message to the world's nicest little sister and ask nicely if she can make breakfast for the world's dumbest / most embarrassing / most anguish big sister, the room spins, and it's worse to try to cook yourself. I eat lying in bed with the lights off. Putting on an episode Six feet under, hoping to fill the anxiety a little distance, and as I put on my glasses, which are full of tear stains after I vomited yesterday, I think the idea that I've thought so many times before: " Oh my God, so ridiculously stupid I am, I had really needed to push in me the glass of Cava? I hate the Cava! And Sambucca? No, no, no, it never ends well! Stupid, stupid, stupid Stina! " I lie in a fetal position under the covers in a dark room until the time is 16.30. When I finally venture out, unable to leave the room without being afraid to vomit, and on the way there I get sight of myself in the mirror. I look like a Takras with mascara and eyeliner rubbed out all over. I spend a half hour to lie on the couch and almost fall asleep before I jade me to the gas station and buys a vital pizza - nothing cures a hangover like pizza - and the rest of the day to do absolutely nothing, other than drinking a few liters of water and to think a little sorry for myself. I am convinced I must have done or said something really stupid, and it is possible May Concern: I'm sorry, I meant it. I did not know what I talked about!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Round Party Tablecloths
Passion
Today and yesterday, and maybe a little on Tuesday also, I've had such a crazy type itching, as if it was something I needed to get out of the system, but I have not been able to put words on it. I do not know what it is I want out of the system, a bit like when you look forward and have butterflies in my stomach, but do not know what you look forward to. Anyway, I've been so terribly tired after a half week of insomnia (and maybe some beer too much) that I have not found the motivation. For what shall I write about? I could write about when we went on a roadtrip to Sogndal to visit Ingo, or I could write about when we were on the 90-party figures and I concluded the evening by procuring me cool in the pan and the Century bruise on his thigh, but it is a long time ago. I could write a lot about insomnia and being tired of writing task, but I'm not cranking out [more] negativity on the internet. So then I have failed.
And I still have nothing to write about, but then I dropped her daughter blog Stroke Heart , who had posted the music video for Robyn's Indestructible. I have not heard the song before, and it fell not just in taste, but the video! The video! I saw it three times (second and third with no sound), gapte me through it and just thought that "my God, it there! I would and have!" The passion, the love, all the soft skin, the kisses, lying like that and push your head in the throat pit, my God, let me be!
I do not know if it is possible to put youtube videos here, and I can not be bothered to figure it out now [though, I'm pretty sure it goes], but here is thus the movie. Watch it without sound if you think Robin can be a bit fussy.
Today and yesterday, and maybe a little on Tuesday also, I've had such a crazy type itching, as if it was something I needed to get out of the system, but I have not been able to put words on it. I do not know what it is I want out of the system, a bit like when you look forward and have butterflies in my stomach, but do not know what you look forward to. Anyway, I've been so terribly tired after a half week of insomnia (and maybe some beer too much) that I have not found the motivation. For what shall I write about? I could write about when we went on a roadtrip to Sogndal to visit Ingo, or I could write about when we were on the 90-party figures and I concluded the evening by procuring me cool in the pan and the Century bruise on his thigh, but it is a long time ago. I could write a lot about insomnia and being tired of writing task, but I'm not cranking out [more] negativity on the internet. So then I have failed.
And I still have nothing to write about, but then I dropped her daughter blog Stroke Heart , who had posted the music video for Robyn's Indestructible. I have not heard the song before, and it fell not just in taste, but the video! The video! I saw it three times (second and third with no sound), gapte me through it and just thought that "my God, it there! I would and have!" The passion, the love, all the soft skin, the kisses, lying like that and push your head in the throat pit, my God, let me be!
I do not know if it is possible to put youtube videos here, and I can not be bothered to figure it out now [though, I'm pretty sure it goes], but here is thus the movie. Watch it without sound if you think Robin can be a bit fussy.
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