I'm actually not dead, although it might have seemed like it. Exams and everything took over my life, and the blog died a little, but now you can follow my new, also English, blog, carinabehrens.com.
I hope you decide to keep following me. This is gonna be fuuun!
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Sunday, May 08, 2011
It's just bad reflexes
I have a terrible habit of not listening to people when they talk to me. It's not that I don't care, or don't want to listen, it's just that I'm caught off guard. I have a tendency of responding with "huh?" or "what?" a lot, and it seems to annoy people. They shouldn't be annoyed though, they should give me a warning when they're about to speak, make a noise of some sorts maybe. It's not my fault, I have bad reflexes.
Either I hear what a person says or not, I will probably respond with a huh or a what, almost as if I was trained to do it. Which would be ridiculous of course...? As you can probably imagine, me in the company of impatient people is not a good combination. I will repeatedly make people repeat whatever it was they said. Mumbling people as well; I might make them repeat what they said five times before I get what they were saying. So, if you are an impatient mumbler, you should stay the hell away from me.
People have pointed out this little habit of mine on several occasions, and I always apologise with every intention of starting to concentrate and listen, but then people start to talk to me and I'm lost. Again. I think it might be a malfunction in my brain actually, something I just can't control. So people really shouldn't be annoyed with me when I give them one of my huh's or what's. I can't help it.
Of course, sometimes I'm simply just not that interested in what people have to say.
Either I hear what a person says or not, I will probably respond with a huh or a what, almost as if I was trained to do it. Which would be ridiculous of course...? As you can probably imagine, me in the company of impatient people is not a good combination. I will repeatedly make people repeat whatever it was they said. Mumbling people as well; I might make them repeat what they said five times before I get what they were saying. So, if you are an impatient mumbler, you should stay the hell away from me.
People have pointed out this little habit of mine on several occasions, and I always apologise with every intention of starting to concentrate and listen, but then people start to talk to me and I'm lost. Again. I think it might be a malfunction in my brain actually, something I just can't control. So people really shouldn't be annoyed with me when I give them one of my huh's or what's. I can't help it.
Of course, sometimes I'm simply just not that interested in what people have to say.
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Useful, my arse
I don't have a television. It's not something I don't have because I don't want one, but something I don't have because I can't afford one. Still, I proudly tell people that I don't have a television because that way I have much more time to do something useful. Useful? If you call tweeting and pooping at the same time useful.
I have a computer. On this computer I have television series, and I have the Internet and social networks. And films. Me not having a television isn't doing anything for my productivity. If anything, my lack of a television is making me crave Internet, TV-series and social networks even more. I feel cut off from the world without a television. It's not making me more productive, it's giving me an excuse to sit on my ass in front of my computer more.
People say they envy me for not having a television. Of course I embrace this envyness, as I always do, and tell them it's great. I get so much more reading done, you won't believe it. The truth is, I don't read anything. Although I don't have a television, I have my favourite shows on my MacBook and I end up watching ten episodes in a row. I'll just watch one more, and then I'll start doing some research. Never happens. On the other hand, if I ever have to write a paper on Criminal Minds, I'll have a lot to say.
I need to get a life. And you, you must never get rid of your TV, because then you will end up like me: bitter, alone, and addicted to Criminal Minds.
I have a computer. On this computer I have television series, and I have the Internet and social networks. And films. Me not having a television isn't doing anything for my productivity. If anything, my lack of a television is making me crave Internet, TV-series and social networks even more. I feel cut off from the world without a television. It's not making me more productive, it's giving me an excuse to sit on my ass in front of my computer more.
People say they envy me for not having a television. Of course I embrace this envyness, as I always do, and tell them it's great. I get so much more reading done, you won't believe it. The truth is, I don't read anything. Although I don't have a television, I have my favourite shows on my MacBook and I end up watching ten episodes in a row. I'll just watch one more, and then I'll start doing some research. Never happens. On the other hand, if I ever have to write a paper on Criminal Minds, I'll have a lot to say.
I need to get a life. And you, you must never get rid of your TV, because then you will end up like me: bitter, alone, and addicted to Criminal Minds.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sweatpant nation
I live in Ireland at the moment, Dublin to be exact. Being from Norway, I'm used to walking around in Oslo and be in awe of all the beautiful people walking around. The way they dress, how they do their hair. Norway is a very good looking country, I have to admit. Then I come to Dublin. White trash central. No offence, Dublin, but your kids are... what's the word... filthy. Not all of them, of course, just... most of them. Skangers, isn't that what they're called?
I'm not the best dresser myself, but I tend to avoid my butt hanging below my skirt. My stomach usually doesn't hang over the lining of my pants (except for when I sit down) and my boobs stay in my bra at all times (usually). I like to look tan and healthy, but I avoid looking orange, for obvious reasons. I like to wear make-up, I wear it everyday, but I don't have white and blue eyeshadow on half of my face. It's simply principle. More often than not I see girls with hair like Amy Winehouse, make-up like Jordan and, wait for it, sweatpants. Dublin has become a sweatpant nation.
I love Dublin and hopefully I'll stay here a long time, but if I ever end up getting a family here, husband and kids and all that, no way will I allow my daughters to dress like some of the girls I see walking around. I'd rather lock her up in a tower, feeding her through a hole in the wall.
No offence, Dublin.
I'm not the best dresser myself, but I tend to avoid my butt hanging below my skirt. My stomach usually doesn't hang over the lining of my pants (except for when I sit down) and my boobs stay in my bra at all times (usually). I like to look tan and healthy, but I avoid looking orange, for obvious reasons. I like to wear make-up, I wear it everyday, but I don't have white and blue eyeshadow on half of my face. It's simply principle. More often than not I see girls with hair like Amy Winehouse, make-up like Jordan and, wait for it, sweatpants. Dublin has become a sweatpant nation.
I love Dublin and hopefully I'll stay here a long time, but if I ever end up getting a family here, husband and kids and all that, no way will I allow my daughters to dress like some of the girls I see walking around. I'd rather lock her up in a tower, feeding her through a hole in the wall.
No offence, Dublin.
I think I found my mojo
I love English. English is pretty. So I decided to start up an English blog. You see, I'm actually Norwegian. So I start this blog in the hope that I will find back to my hidden well of inspiration that I once used to visit regularly. Also, I keep telling my Irish friends that my written English is excellent.
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