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This blog will take a break and wake up again as a travel blog in September/October.

Meanwhile, check out my flickaaah page: www.flickr.com/photos/hillevisphotos

I love this guy and his music sooo much!

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So you think you can’t fly?

Well I don’t believe you!

I don’t like spring.

Spring is overrated.

You’re supposed to feel happy, but you’re not.

Exams are coming up, snow is disappearing which means you can’t ski, you’re supposed to be out talking to people and smile and drink beer (tastes like rotten shoe laces!), football is starting which means a lot of howling basically, and it’s too cold for summer and too hot for winter and there’s mud everywhere and you just wanna go hide. Spring is when I have my worst breakdowns.

Winter is quiet and clean and white and crispy and fresh.

I dag våkna jeg til FK Fotball på radion. Misliker fotball uendelig mye, men FK Fotball er et artig og koselig program! Anbefales faktisk

http://blogg.nrk.no/fkfotball/

I feel like a child.

I’m scared, insecure, alone, angry, curious, happy, childish, excited, restless, and I’m not at all ready for grown-up life.

I feel like I felt when I was five.

I remember that time so well. I’m not at all different. I remember the feelings I had, how I experienced things, my thoughts, nightmares, fears, joys, games. I remember the light. And the smells and the sounds. My questions and expectations to life. And my dreams.

I’m never gonna let them go.

When am I going to grow up?

I’m still shaking inside goddammit.

I’m not scared of Nairobi. Or spiders. I’m scared of life and death.

Oh my god I’m so sick of this country, its people, their cabins and out door hot tubs and trampolines and their saturday homemade pizzas and taco dinners and I’m sick of the titles on the online newspapers and SLR cameras and the songs they play on the radio on and on and on, and food and cleaning and going to bed and the names that people give their kids and waiting and driving the same road every day and Hjernevask and concrete and myself.

What I’m not sick of:

- snow
- Michael Jackson (getting close, though)
- Pepsi
- studying
- documentaries
- being a Red Cross volunteer
- my friends
- my family
- pugs
- Finnmark
- Erlingbu
- Bodø Big Band
- bubble wrap
- Sunday mornings
- spending Friday evenings with my sister, my parents, Andreas and Terje
- Andreas
- Terje
- Napsu
- coffee
- cafés
- Magasinet
- Janne Ahonen
- Aftenposten Innsikt
- candles in the evening
- Swedish movies
- Suomi
- Omid Djalili
- flying
- skiing
- you

…and the list goes on

For those who have not yet made a giraffe for Ola Helland, go ahead and do it! If you have no idea what I’m talking about, go to www.onemilliongiraffes.com.

This is my contribution: