The Wonderful Life of Norah

Laughing a lot as I am watching videos on YouTube.

I know.

You really needed to know that.

My brother is home again after a long time in Australia. I have missed him so much! 

It was the last ice hockey game in the world championship yesterday. I feel so restless. I miss it so much. (Win some, loose some.)

Russia won! (Jippoie!) And my favourite russian, Evgeni Malkin, made one goal! He is the best! Unfortunately Sweden lost in the... quarter... finals so I cheered for Russia instead, mostly because of Malkin.

And the reason I cheer for him is because he is in my favourite NHL-team, Pittsburgh Penguins.

Just FYI.



Norah

A few days ago I read a tweet that said something like "I think that you are a whore because you have sex with a lot of guys" (Far from their exact words, but it was the central meaning of it all) and it made me very mad.

Why do people think that they have any right to judge other people because of their sexlife? What does that have to do with anything about their personality? Some people put themselves on these piedestals and see themselves a "better person" because they aren't having sex as much as other people.

And I bring all this down to feminism, my favourite topic. I mean, as many people know, guys who have a lot of sex are seen as cool and experienced, whilst girls who have sex with many partners is looked upon as a... slut. Shouldn't we girls who have fought so many generations for human rights and eqivalence be more suppotive of the free choices we actually can take? (Because I don't think that it is as common that guys would call girls sluts, more like... experienced.)

I mean, I'm not perfect. I judge people. I sometimes, unwillingly, see them in a way that is offencive. But I am trying to change that. By thinking about what I think and feel. 

We have to respect one another, us girls, to be able to gain the respect we want from the guys. So before we expect the guys to change the way they view us, we must change the way we see one another.

And that's that.



Norah

(My sister, Julia's idea.)

I wake up at eight and roll over to greet my spouse. But he has been up since five a.m. to get ready. As every morning ever I have to use the toilet at work, because when I leave for work, he's still in there, making sure his foundation is smooth.

At work he calls me during an important meeting to tell me that we have a crisis, "We are out of make up-remover!".

In the evening we attend a party to fund children in need. We are late because Ken had a nervous breakdown over which tie to wear. And when he has recovered from that he looks at my dress and shakes his head, mumbling "WHO let her choose her own clothes? She looks like a pig in a dress".

Late at night when we come home and I'm a bit tipsy I tell him "Are... are you gay? Because we have been married for four months now and you STILL haven't touched me!"

"It's not that..." He replies and looks at his crotch.

"Then what is it???" I ask and rip his pants off and find... nothing. "You... you are totally smooth down here!"

I cannot cope with that so I divorce him and tell him to find a girl who has no... holes. I give him a number to a friend of mine, her name is Barbie.



Norah

I just googled "real life Barbie" and saw lots of pictures of a Ukranian woman who has, by surgery (and, what seems, starvation) turned herself into the famous child toy - Barbie.

Of course the whole world has to butt in. (But hey that maybe was her agenda all along?)

I honestly wanted to look like Barbie when I was a little girl. And I bet that most who played with her did too? And now, when someone has fullfilled their lifelong dream people complain.

I am well aware of the fact that Barbie's measurements are extremely wrong and hurts the picture of how a woman is supposed to be and so on and so forth, and I totally agree. And I did when I was eight too. But WHY DO WE CARE ABOUT WHAT ONE WOMAN IS DOING?

End wars and defeat starvation before we decide for some woman what her ideal body is supposed to be like. I mean, I wanted to look like Barbie, but now I know that we are all beautiful, not depending on our looks.

I don't want to look like Barbie anymore, I want to look healthy. And I believe that our children in the future will be able to tell these things apart, as I have done.

I am not going to stop my children from playing with Barbies as long as I tell them how the world works and what it is that people find attractive. It might be looks at first but that only goes skin deep.

The woman who looks like Barbie might be as much a feminist as I am, who knows?

Looks are one thing, personlity is another.

Does anyone catch my drift here? I feel like I am blurting out stuff...





Norah

My brother will be home next Sunday! NEXT SUNDAY!

OMGOMGOMG.

I have missed him so much! How he thinks I'm embarrassing, how he thinks my love for ice hckey is weird, how he laughs at my jokes, how he hates it when I say hi to him when I'm drunk, how much we have in common, how he pulls my hair and I punch him. (That last part, I might ad, was more when he was eight and I was four).

I CAN'T WAIT.



Norah

I have since long decided not to be too political on this blog, because I am a bit paranoid about what impact that will have on me in the future, but it has also made me realize that I have nothing to say apart from political stuff.

I know what you're thinking "well write something political then", but I can't. What if my future will be ruined because I wrote something today?

I don't want to take that risk.



Norah

I think that Autumn is a beautiful name. And also, a very good clue as to when the child is born.

Gosh, I wish that I was in Paris right now. Because then I could say the one thing that I am an expert at saying: "Un Piosson, sil vous plait!" (One fish, please!)

And I can say: "Je ne parle francais, parlez vous... English?" (I don't speak french, do you speak... English?)

After that I will go to Russia and say (now I write as I pronounce): "Ja nje panjoma pa rouski." (I don't understand russian.) And that is all that I can say in russian. Great huh?



Norah

This dog is the reason why I fell in love with Game of Thrones (and the plot, of course, but that is just a detail). HIS EARS ARE SO BIG THAT WHEN HE LISTENS FORWARD THEY TOUCH EACH OTHER.

Good gracious. THAT is one cute puppy! And his name is Summer. Naaaaw!

Norah

Watching the Ice Hockey World Cup and saying THANK YOU to tv4 for showing it. Last year I wasn't able to watch it because it was on a different channel but this year - WATCHING TILL I AM FED UP.

So... a heads up to my classmates.

The day before yeasterday you almost could have shorts outside and yesterday... it snowed ten centimeters. But that has melted away now, thank you.

And... GOOD LORD, CAN EVERYONE JUST... I MEAN... Game of Thrones. I thought that nothing could trump the Lord of the Rings and... well, honestly, it hasn't, but it is very, very, very close.



Just a Marlon Braondo GIF to keep you happy. GOOD LORD.

Norah

Today Sweden had its Labour Day. But we simply call the day "May 1".

Tomorrow I have a test that I needed to study for but you know what? I left the fucking papers at my grandparents. So there goes my test out the window. I can see it flap its wings as it decends off into the wild and up into the sky.

My dad went to a rally (you do call it rally, right?) with my grandparents but I stayed home, mostly because of my political views but also so that I could study. BUT DID THAT WORK? NO.

So here I am, wishing that I could watch Game of Thrones. And that I could have another day off with my papers. Fuck life.



Norah

(A lord in Game of Thrones that is.)

I wake up naked. (I don't know why all of them sleep naked, but they do.) The sun shines through the window of the small tower-room and the stone walls of the massive castle are grey and depressing. I put on some gown with large trumpet-arms and go downstairs after brushing my two-yards-long hair.

My ten children and five bastards my husband has brought home are eating breakfast and playing with each other. My eldest daughter (eleven years old) has had her period for the first time last week so she is to be wed tomorrow. My youngest daughter (two months) is alredy betrothed to her cousin (three months) and they will marry the day she has her period. Just FYI.

I go outside and find my husbands closest man killed in the stables. "Is this a sign from the gods or a threat?" I ask myself and hurry over to find my husband in the nearest brothel. "YOUR CLOSEST MAN HAS BEEN KILLED!" I shout.

"He tried to tell me what to do. So I killed him." My husband says.

"Oh." I say and go back home. Then I start to plot to kill my husband and take over his title and then, in the end TAKE OVER THE FUCKING KINGDOM.

But as I go to bed, I am killed for treason.



(I googled "Game of Thrones Lord" and this was the first picture to appear. Lord Eddard Stark it seems to be.)

Norah

I have a feeling that I wrote about this last year...

Anyway, I hate Spring. Whoever says that this is a "wonderful" season needs to face the truth - dog shit, mud, brown grass, trash from winter, cold, smelly and a sore sight for eyes.

Anyhow, I am still smiling and helping dad with whatever needs to be done. Today, for instance, we welded on some steel plates on our bridge and brought in the kicks. (If you wonder what a "kick" is, you can watch Sällskapsresan 2, there it is explained to an Englishman. In English.)

And just now we saw a hawk outside our window, dad and I. (I live in such a queer place.)

I have always felt close to dad (I mean, what do I have to choose from?) but these past years when my brother and sister have been away I feel closer than ever. Dad is the best. Thanks dad for being there!



(Loving the GIF. "You go, Jared Leto.")

Norah

But why should that be a reason for me to not blog?

Spring is at our doorstep and I have yet another year helped dad with the water power plant. (Or what you should call it.)

I am trying to send out messages through my mind to other people to come and visit me but it has failed, so far.

So as I am alone here I read a lot. Now, for instance, I am reading Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin, fangirling my way through life.

I am such a nerd. I need nerdy friends. Unfortunately they are of shortage in my class, some like LOTR, some like ASOIAF, some like HP, some like other stuff. Like actors and music. Personally, I like all of these... things, and allthough it is nice to have them scattered among friends, it would be nice to have someone on my side who understood ALL my references.

"Crabbin, from dunland, HIIIIDEEE!"

"I know where to put it." (Haven't used this one yet, the right moment hasn't occured so far.)

"OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!" (This one I think most of thetimes, I don't use it...)

"She needs to sort out her priotities."

"Hang on...!"

"What else IS there?"

"Where HAVE you been???"

"I ohlve ou ewa!" "I Love you too, Bella."

"I don't read script, script reads me."

And so on and so forth.



AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *COUGHING* HAHAHAHAHAHA!

(Of course the poor thing knows where to put it.)

Norah

Did I mention my recent death?

Norah

Went out partying yesterday in Strömsund. I was dressed as Steve Irwin. Everyone thought that I was Crocodile Dundee.

Allthough my stuffed Crcodile was a big hit. Thanks, Julia, for letting me borrow him!

And, as always when you're out partying in Ström you either need to be extremely drunk, or have hundreds of friends to be able to dance on the dance floor. I had too few friends and was too sober so I couldn't dance as much as I wanted yesterday. And I found myself following Julia N around all evening.

But what else could I do? Dance alone on the dance floor? I could definetly do so if I were on a big city where I knew none, but up here? Nooooo.

Anyway, I had fun yesterday night.



And this is what I looked like.

Norah