Jens Bjørneboe. He is not only one clever guy, but he`s quite handsome aswell :D

I`m back at school after lunch at Bryggen og Moi, I`m just really spoiled sometimes...

I would never get through a schoolyear if I did`nt do things my way, that is, not drown in the day-to-day school week. It`s horrible, and it`s not good for us anyway...

Another day is paradise. At least I can stay home and do absolutely nothing without feeling bad about it. I`ve actually gotten worse during the night, my head feels like it is stuffed full of that awful candy you buy at the cinema... Sounds weird? Maybe, but that`s the best I can think of right now...
I´ve been acting like a spoiled child for two days in a row now, and Espen is having a concert at Buddy tonight, so I´m not helping him. Everything is fine now, but I hate it when I NOW I act like a fool, but don´t do something with it. Do we like to rest in stupidity?

I think we sometimes do. Because when we do, we trick ourselves into believing that there is nothing we can do about it. Pure laziness...

Looking out the window now, during these beautful autumn evening hours, brings back all the good stuff. The sky cleared today, even with it´s foggy start. The trees never stop amaze. I walked in the Bragernes wood some days ago and I came across a young tree. It had been cut down, and I started counting it´s yearcircles (?). I counted 19 years. Just as old I am now. Some of the trees are so big, and so old. It was a humbeling experience, because the trees are full of wisdom. Well, some have a veil between you and them, but others are welcoming you with open, eh, branches :)
One of them was a dying tree. I think it was one of the evergreens, can´t remember the name of it, but it had naked branches. It stood near the path close to the young cutted-down tree. And as I laid my cheek against it`s side I felt it`s warmth at once. Like a grandma tree telling you everything is going to be allright (weird, when I come to think of it, I don´t have a grandma like that, but I´m still using that metaphor).




Og forresten; Carnevalé, ny tv-serie, starter på NRK 2 ikveld. Den er helt sinnsvak bra!

This has been my great movie weekend of the month. Snakes on a Plane together with Espen yesterday and Fritt Vilt with Benedikte this evening. I`m glad I`m in my cozy apartment, where no bad guys can get in. We also bought Melissa P, based on the book Hundred Strokes of the Brush Before Bed by Melissa Panarello. Have´nt seen it yet(have read the book, though), maybe I´ll do it while I wait for Espen.

There was a OD meeting and a get-together at Rebekkas place today. I played some piano, went for a walk in the Bragernes Hill, had a cup of tea and a cappuccino at Moksha and ate at Glass together with Espen instead. I need a break from OD sometimes(all the time actually, but don´t tell them...). It´s a good thing that it is only 2 weeks left. And I managed to save myself from Alltinget in November, I`m going to visit Eivind in Trondheim instead. He wants to show me this museum with a lot of cembalos from the baroque-era. Can´t wait!

Misty misty misty - that´s all there is to this day.

Beckie and I visited the new cafè, Søstrene Kjennsli, next to Torget Vest after school today. I don´t think they´re coffee is any good so I bought some tea instead. It´s a mixed café/interior (?) shop, so they have a lot of cute things for the home there. Romantic and spiritual "light", and they obviously love the Virgin Mary and baby Jesus, which by the way is nice. And I don´t think many people know about it yet, so finally I´ve got a new place to drink a cup of tea in peace!

Espen is sick, he lies in bed looking tired and, yup, sick. Eivind is coming over to see me before he leaves for Folkehøyskole (anyone?), so we´ll just chill out with a movie in our new made sofa. I really look forward to see him. The years go by, and he is one of those who`s always been there since I started high school. Friendships grows in all sort of strange and unexpected directions...




Ps. I`m listening to the news on the radio. 650 000 iraqi people have been killed since the invasion of Iraq. Good on ya Georgeboy...
Good gracious Lord

Skrekk wants so much love right now, so it´s almost impossible to write!
No teachers at school today. What about telling us? Well, I had to be there anyway, so it did´nt really make much difference. I even started writing a new song. I´ve started recognizing my voice in the piano. I have my "chords" which are typical Line. The piano was okey, and the morning light shone beautifully on the trees outside. St.Hallvard is a beautiful site. On the way to school the sun always shine on the Bragernes/ Lier hill and now, during fall, the colours of the leaves makes it even more magical to watch.
I went to Noa Noa today, got a little payment for the little catwalk stunt I did there some weeks ago. It was fun. I`d never done it before, but the clothes were really cool, so we all looked nice. But, I mean, I have´nt actually done much modeling, but it starts bore me already... I`ll just wait and see whats coming around.

I´m waiting for Espen. I can´t start seeing Carnevalé without him, he´ll kill me. Maybe Rome instead. I actually can´t believe that TV Norge is sending it now. such a good tv-series (uhm..?) and such a crappy channel. What happened?

I feel dried up, tired, unuseful and sad. This autumn is nothing like how I had planned it to be. Doing, to much at the same times really is no good. I hope this will be my last lesson on that subject. And these next 3 weeks will be my grand exam (Operation Dayswork, school concert, all the homework I have´nt done in one month, work... ...b.l.a.h....) I need an island....
This is my third, and last year in college (finally, I´ve done a year more than I was supposed to), and I also work with Operation Dayswork this year, and on the top of that, I don´t live at home, and our economy is´nt really that good. Me being a student and Espen being a musician does´nt bring wealth and prosperity to our home. It´s a lot of love here of course, but it would be wonderful not to worry about the bills and the practically just getting food on the table, We are lucky though, we have wonderful families who helps us out when it is needed.
Today Espen is playing for the supporters of Drammens local football team, Strømsgodset. They´ve reached the final in, how does one say this, 1. divison? So I guess this weekend will be interesting for us living in the centre of Drammen, especially for those living near the Marienlyst football court...
Work at Moksha is a great deal of struggle nowadays, always has been been,really. I`m bored to death by these buddhaguys being nothing but arrogant and unfriendly. That´s not deep insight, it´s just mere fear. It´s only bareable if Emilie or Anette os working. They´re normal. And hey, they even SMILE:P
It´s hard do be back to the normal status quo in Drammen. I´ve only been away for 5 days, and coming home was a nightmare. Espen and I went to Englang, more precisely Glastonbury. The last fort of the hippies. Wonderful place. Easier to find soyamilk than coke - I mean, hullo, coke! We visited the Glastonbury Tor. Tor means hill in gaelic. And under this hill many of the energy streams on this planet meets, so this has been a place of pilgrimage for hundreds and hundreds of years. And you can feel why when you stand on top of it. It´s subtile, but the feeling of calmness and peace was overwhelming, and I my breath was slow and even. Also, between the Glastonbury Hill and Chalice Hill runs a little stream coming from deep down in the earth. This water has been in touch with the energy under the Tor, making this a place off pilgrimage also. And I felt it in the earth, all those people who have been there, drinking the water or bathing in it. I was beautiful!
(but it was of course impossible finding a decent cup of coffee - I´ve become a snob, and I sort of like it...)

We´re finally planning on celebrating our All Hallows, or Samhain if you like this year. We´ve wanted to make it an tradition following the feasts of the year. All in it´s time, I suppose.

I went with Petter on a concert at school this evening. The second year are having their first concert this year. And I´m realising that classical piano is not my path... Damn. I knew though. You always know, somehow...
And the composer studies next year - I can´t really say I´m sure of anything tonight.

Although, I made a new song. And Trond (my boss at Moksha) said they would get me a real piano if I am to have a concert there. That will be great. I would love to do that. The only thing I really am comfortable with is my own music, I feel pressure if I´m to play classical piano music. It´s a shame, because I love it - but I´m not able to play it myself.

And I know my new music is good!