Here you go, as PROMISED! Sorry it took so long.. And sorry, but I’ve messed up the audio, so it’s really really low, so keep your volume up if you want to hear what I say. And yeah, when I turn around and mention everyone on the “Wall of fame” you can so not hear what I say, but what I say is:
“On this wall is.. Amanda, Sara, Tobias, Thomas, Terese, Pia, Christoffer, Jonas, Håkon, Martin, Jonas, Winjar, Ida Marie, Steffen Ida hopp, Ida Malene, Thea, Jenny, Christina, Kjersti, Jonas, Kalid, Jaffar, Fauzi, Simen Rogstad, Tonje, Morten, Isabell, Victoria, Kathrin, Stineje, Jesmina, Spartak, Sergei, Anlaug, Stine and many many more!”
Eeeeeeeeeeeenjooooooooy!

The grass is always greener on the other side, huh? I’m starting to freak myself out.. All this.. THINKING.
Living here, studying here, going to uni.. Going out, meeting loads of new people all the time, dressing up, drinking, studying, going to lectures, eating, sleeping, worrying about essays, talking.. That’s all I wanted! I used to dream of the day where an essay would be my biggest worry. Blimey.. I dunno what I’m doing.. I seriously don’t know what I’m doing. I love it here, I do, but every free second, I dream of getting away. Again. How come I can’t just settle down and enjoy life? It’s like I got ants in my ass..

Oh my.. You don’t understand.. if I called home, and said: Hey, I’m moving. Again. Doing something completely different. Again.
They would go through the roof. Settle down Amanda. Study. Do smart choices. Bleeeeeeeeeeh! I cant understand how anyone can settle with this.. this.. normal life? I’ve always moaned about that there’s always something going on, my friends in Longyearbyen (and in Rome for that sake..) always used to laugh at me, cos I always got myself into the craziest s***. I’m starting to think I do it on purpose.. Of course, the things thats happened that I haven’t been in control over.. I’ve just been unlucky there and got my fair share of it, but maybe that made me feel used to it, and when things calmed down, I did things like that on purpose, cos that’s what’s I’m used to?

God.. See? I cannot be in a relationship. That would drive me (and probably him before me) up the wall. It’s been 13 weeks. And I have 7 years left of studying. LOL. As IF that’s going to happen. Hahahaha..

Amanda, do you know what you should do? Get out there, meet even MORE new people, do something different, do MORE.
Oh no, please.. I’m out all the time, I meet so many new people every day, can hardly remember half of them. And do more? I haven’t got time to do even half of what I’m supposed to do when it comes to my work, how am I going to get myself to do something else in addition to that?
Maybe I should.. I’ll think about it, check out my options. Maybe go out a bit less, get some sober hobbies. Hah.

What I think of when I think of getting away? I think of selling all my stuff, and move to India and live in the Ghetto. I think of doing volunteer work in Sri Lanka. I think of working in orphanages in Indonesia.
Or something as easy as applying for a transfer to Denmark and continue my studies there.

Would that calm me down? Will anything ever calm me down?

I was so good at updating for a while, sorry for the break guys! (And I see you’ve still been checking my blog every day, ahhhwww..)

By the way, there’s been a few weirdos on my blog lately, and I’m getting fed up by the weird emails.. Anyone know how I can make it private, like with a password? There’s only 20-30ish people I actually write this for, can’t see how any of this would be interesting to randomers as I only write about myself and my from time to time crazy life. AND, if I made it private, I could deffo put more juicy stuff on as well. Thought about just making a new “Update” thing that we have on facebook, but the people I wanna write this to doesn’t know eachother, so that’d be weird.. Any ideas? Morten? You know this, you know everything about WordPress. How do I do it?

Rrrrrrrrrright, so lately, there’s been way too much partying, and way to little studying. I know, I know, sort my life out and all that. I’m trying!! It’s hard this! Going to like 1-2 lectures a day, writing 3 essays each 10 weeks – going out almost every night.. It’s so hard, you don’t understand!

So, I’ve got accommodation for next year (for those of you who are doubting that I will actually stay here for another year as I have this problem with staying at one place for too long – I’ve had the thought, many a times, I still dream of buggering of again, but I think I might try and settle. Just for a bit. Maybe even 2 more years here. And then I’ll bugger off to a new place – Promise!)
Charlene and Melvin are most likely staying in city-block off campus, and I’m staying on. I know. Is well sad.
I got a townhouse tho, so pretty stoked about that! I’ve got quite a few friends around here now, and loads more at my course than I had last term, and it’s still.. ehrm, what.. 17(?) weeks left of this schoolyear so a lot can still happen. And yeah, haven’t seen Ticket Guy in for ever, but he came over today for like a 3 hour chat. Was well nice getting updated/and update him, on everyfin. As Rosa says: HE’S THE GREATEST GUY THAT EVER LIVED ON THIS PLANET!!!!! Hahahaha..

As for the guys, you all ask about the guys.. Well, at this stage, I’m actually a bit: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! – buuut, yeah, you know. I’ve started getting contact with Mr.Manchester again, but we all know that’s not going anywhere. Still, it’s nice to talk to him again. He’s a well sound lad.
Then there’s Mr.Halloween. Yes, yes, I know you’re all fed up of Mr.Halloween, so to please of all of you guys; it’s officially over. It never properly started, but it’s over now. I can’t do it. The whole ¤%&/ thing. Bleh.
I’m back to the promise I made before I left, I’ma be single for a year. I dunno what hit me, sorry for the little outburst, I’m on track again now. Staying single this time, I promise.

Challenge to myself for next time: Stay in more, spend more time in the zone, do more work, and hang out more with my lovely coursemates.

-More to come, stay tuned!-
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Everything happens for a reason.

MY ASS. This is my rant on how things DON’T happen for a reason. Don’t give me that shit that things happen for a reason.
As my flatmates has noticed, I’ve been pretty moody lately. And I’m sorry about that, and I’m trying to hide it, but sometimes I just get so friggin furious.
When I sit down and think it through, like I’ve done now, I get so mad!
Right, so, I dare ya, show me the meaning of this.
The best family I’ve ever met, (I could explain for hours and hours why they’re the greatest family I’ve ever met, and you would still not understand.. You just wouldn’t.. You just have to accept it for now, in this rant, without any further explanation, that this is the greatest family ever.)
A mum. A dad. A little sister and a little brother. A girlfriend. A massive circle of family and friends. Absolutely MASSIVE circle of friends. Lost Fredrik. On Christmas morning. He died. In his sleep. In his bed. He wasn’t sick. He wasn’t on drugs. He never did anything wrong. I swear, I’ve known the guy from day 1 of my life, and the guy never said anything nasty. He has NEVER punched anyone or been in a fight. Hardly ever even arguments. The nicest guy ever. Died. On Christmas morning.

Now.. Criminals, druggies, rapists live to their friggin 103 years old. Old folks homes are filled up with old people that pray every day to die, cos they’re so tired of life and pain and diseases. And then, Fredrik, from the greatest family that has ever lived, died on Christmas morning. Will you please, I beg you, SHOW ME A MEANING, with that?!
It is no meaning. It is COMPLETELY meaningless.

I will not go into religion, as most of you know I feel that is something really personal and that I don’t like to talk about. But if.. Im not saying that I believe one thing or another, I don’t like to share with anyone what I believe in or not. But I’m saying, IF, there is a God.. And like the priest said, that this God has a meaning with everything… LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But you see, the priests argument on this, is that this meaning is too great for us to understand.
TRY ME
Tell me the meaning, and I will try to understand. I dare you. Because, you see, God, I don’t think you have a meaning. I think you’re a sick bastard, if you do exist, so come on.. Tell me your meaning with this, and I will do my best to understand.

There is no meaning. Final. Don’t give me that bullshit that everything happens for a reason. It doesn’t.

Yesssssss! It’s that time again, I’ve saved you some quotessss!

Mel: “Amanda.. Are you wearing knickers today?”
(Edit: I, Amanda, wear knickers every day.. Dunno why she asked..)

At the Carleton:
Me: “Uhhh… Mel… All your outfits, even the “sexslave” one for my bday, now all looks real innocent.. I will never think anything we ever wear will look slutty again..”
Mel: “What?”
Me: “Look at them girls over there.. You’d be lucky if you don’t see any uterus’s.. “
Mel: “OH MY GOD.. I am SO JEALOUS!!!!!!!! Where do you think they got them outfits from?!?!!!”

Me: “I got treated as a foreigner today! -blablabla-”
Mel: “OMG, what knobheads! Point them out to me, and I’ll have a word with them..”

Me: “Mel, you need to shut up right now, or else we’ll have an argument..”
Mel: “Oh alright.. Amanda..? Amanda? Amanda? AMANDA?! AMANDA!!”

(I had some more, but I’ve forgotten them all, sorry..)

xoxox

I still haven’t deleted your number. It’s nice, seeing it, with your name. It is like you’re still around. Sometimes I actually forget for a second. Do you ever think about me? About us? If I ever meet you again, the first thing I’ll ask you when I see you is if you regret. I don’t think you do. I hope you don’t. Many has raised an eyebrow when I say this when we talk about you, but I actually respect your decision. I understand, I really believe that I do. I miss you like hell, but still..

I can’t get your voice out of my head! Sometimes I feel slightly schizophrenic. With your sly sarcastic comments, your laughter and your advice. You know that voice in your head that tells you what to do? In my head, it’s your voice talking. How weird is that? Hah.. It’s like you’re still around. “Don’t let it bother you, Amanda. You know you’re better than that.”
“Don’t worry about it girl, everything will sort itself out. You know this.”
“Don’t say it. I know what you’re about to say. Don’t.”

The thing I’ve heard about myself most, after you died, was how down to earth I’ve become. I know you said you looked up to me, and it sickens me, cos out of the two of us, you were the one to look up to. Till this day, I’ve never met anyone as honest and truthful and genuine as you. You’re my role model. I often remind myself of how hard I made it for you to become friends with me. I’m so ashamed; it actually does make me feel sick to my stomach. The person you met, me, all those years ago. I’m not like that anymore. I hate it when my old friends says I’ve changed, but I should really take it as a compliment. I was just an insecure little twathead, really. I’m so sorry. I learned so much from your personality and your life. And I know I’m not the only one who’s changed after you died. I hope you see us, I hope you know. I hope you’re proud of us. We try. We try to be better. To live in your memory.

Monday
Messy night! Dave Lyon’s 20th, (on the private UK update on facebook, it’s the guy who’s “Dave with the belt” best friend, the Dave from Scotland.) All of his mates were dressing up as crayons in different colors. It looked well cool! Most people were out on Monday, so it was really busy, literally packed! (Everyone that is, except for Matty. He was being a moany lil bitch and stayed in his room by himself, even though he had promised to go out with me for 4 weeks.. Thanks Matt..)

We bought tickets of Leigh. (You Norwegians know him from the first weeks as the “Fit ticket guy”) Even though we mostly drink and get in for free in there. We don’t wanna seem like we’re ungrateful or anything..

We went in La1 (Imagine the Carlsberger bar with a dj and less elderly men) , and then Elements (You can’t imagine Elements. We have no place like that up north in Norway, I reckon..)

Then, of course it was an eventful night, but again.. Some things can’t go up on here. Most of it is on the privat uk update anyway.
Spent a total of 12,50 pounds, so around 100 kr! HAH!!!!!!!! In ur faces, Norwegians!s

Tuesday
Wasn’t that hangover, but just in a bit of a mood, so we just stayed in all day and did nothing but eat. Then.. there’s a knock on the door.. I open it.. Guess who it was? Matty! And he was naked! Dress in the chicken-thong I gave him for his birthday! With sound effects! I was well impressed. First time ever u’ve made me blush Matty, good effort! That totally made up for ditching me on Monday

Then Matty lured us out and we went to the cinema and watched that Daybreakers film or whatever it’s called. It was absolutely SHIT. I want my money back!!!

Then we fattened up some more, than we gossiped some more, and now, we’re going to bed.
G’nite!! x

As promised, here’s the Sunday special (Pictures coming..)
We realized today that the whole thing is a pretty bad idea, as last night was a pretty eventful night (as usual) but we don’t have anything we can tell the world about. Except for the fact that we locked ourselves out and went to Sugarhouse.
Apart from that, what happened? If I tell you some of it, I would have to tell you everything wouldn’t I? And I can’t do that as it involves other people than me, and I don’t know how excited they’ll be when they find out their drunkenness ended up online.
Me and Charlene went out together, Mel was back home in Preston missing out.

We met absolutely everyone we love and care about, there was a lot of hugging going on. Hug-a-licious! Yeah baby!

It’s good to be back. I’ve missed Mel & Charlene, and lil Matty. Matthew is still not back, even though he promised to be back today. (Where ARE you Mattyboy? Lectures start tomorrow, come home to me, I miss you!!!) It’s so good to talk through everything with the girls, gossiping and laughing. I’ve missed my girls so much, and can’t really understand how I’ve ever coped without them. Yes, the three of us are completely different, both in looks and personality. I reckon that’s the brilliancy of it.

First day of lectures tomorrow – wish me luck!
And yeah, we’re going out tomorrow as well, should be a class night. Maybe I’ll actually have some juicy details I can tell you about then?

(And to my loyal readers: Morten, Ton-J and Isabell: Thanks for a great time back home. Think about you guys all the time, miss you loads. Wish you could be here with me.)

And yeah, Char is insanely hungover today, lol! Hah, I feel like I could run a friggin marathon And yeah, glad I ripped them keys off ur neck before you disappeared last night hun, or else it might have ended as bad as the last night of last term!

Best quote:
“I think you are absolutely gorgeous..”

And Mel’s quote of the day:
“But GOD DAMN IT!! Why can’t just all this snow and ice go back to Norway where it came from!?”

Bara-bapp-bapp! xxx

Some new quotes:
Mel (walking into Char’s mum’s florist shop..): “Oooooh.. it smells like flowers in here!)
Helen (Char’s mum): Yeah, I’m sorting the funeral flowers now..
Mel: Really? What’s that? Like black flowers then?

Mel: “Yeah, but it’s not like sex is a big thing, though.”

Charlene: “What’s that Amanda? Mel said you look like a tit?”

Amanda: I think we SHOULD dress up as crayons for Lyon’s birthday..
Charlene: I would! If I knew a bit more in advance, I would!
Mel: I would.. rather kill myself..

Amanda: Hahaha, Mel, you could just go as a naked crayon and be BROWN
Charlene: Oh, really..? And what do you suggest I would do then?

A collection of Mel’s spelling:
“I am going to kill Charlene’s hampster.”
“Uh, I dunno, I’m confussed..”
“Amanda, bring me some raindeer!”
“I know, it’s AWFUL, I need to take a speeling course!”

And now.. What’s up with guys not noticing awkwardness?
There was this certain situation, with some guys and some girls.. And I thought the whole situation was pretty awkward, but I didn’t know why, so I thought I just imagined it and didn’t say anything about it to the girls later on. But then one of them says: Oh god.. was it only me that thought that was reaaally awkard? Then all the girls go: Omg, I know, so did I!!!
After a lot of reflecting on why this would be awkard, I asked one of the guys that were there, what the whole thing was, and he said he honestly didn’t notice any awkardness.
This isn’t the first time this has happened. Is it only girls that notice awkwkardness? Are we imagining it? Or is it guys that just don’t care, or wont admit it?
WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?! So weird..

Anyway, back in England now. I’m at Charlene’s. Mel and Charlene picked me up at the airport, even though they nearly died on the way over there (cos of a lil bit of ice on the roads.. British fannies, eh? They don’t even have winter tires here u know, no wonder they’re slipping about..) We’re going back to the uni on saturday. We were there on thursday, dropping some things of, and it was FREEZING in our rooms! Literally. And yeah, hear this! My fish, my goldfish, I didn’t flush mine like Char did with hers, so it’s been in a freezing room without food and oxy-tablets, and guess what? The fish was still alive. I swear. The suicidal fish is still alive. Weird.

Talk to you guys later,
xx Brap!

(Btw, Charlene had this absolute brilliant idea. On my blog, we’re gonna start a Sunday Special, every sunday, where me, Mel and Charlene tell you guys about all the drama we’ve had the last weekend. We might even make some videoblogs from time to time. There’s always loads of crazy things that happens every time we’ll go out, so will be loads to write about!)