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Helen — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 22:47:19 +0000

http://www.dagbladet.no/2010/07/14/nyheter/befolkning/miljo/innenriks/utenriks/12566986/

Continuity schmontinuity

Helen — Thu, 13 May 2010 13:56:58 +0000

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

Soulmate

Helen — Sun, 02 May 2010 17:08:16 +0000

I love this guy and his music sooo much!

Blog from Bodø mottakssenter

Helen — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 14:09:44 +0000

Check out

echoesbodo.wordpress.com

Ash schmash

Helen — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 18:10:09 +0000

So you think you can’t fly?

Well I don’t believe you!

Spring schmring!

Helen — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 21:16:16 +0000

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.

Tenke seg til

Helen — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 20:09:14 +0000

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/

Grown-up schmown-up?

Helen — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 18:16:41 +0000

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.

Schm!

Helen — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 18:27:36 +0000

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

Giraffes!

Helen — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 10:38:27 +0000

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: