Forcefully intoxicated

 

 

My best friend is forcing me to take a break from final studies to get some intoxicating beverages at a friend of ours..

And I who hate being forced into things… *poorly trying to cover up my submissive nature*

Well, here's me for the evening

BEST. FRIEND. EVER.

In dark waters

I realise I've been somewhat quiet the last weeks.. Once again I did not die, though death has surrounded me in more than one ways lately. With all the gloomy surroundings It's hard to write and draw happy-go-lucky posts, so I've just let it be. Hope to get better soon, and hope you all will forgive me when I post a "new" picture of me, taken by Rune Braathen last autumn.

I have to add, I've been way more active on my tumblr than on my blog. An entry don't have to be as long there as it should be here, and the things I write don't have to be great, meaningful, fun or poetic. So if you want more frequently updates, tumblr is the place.

The day I got neutered

I hate hairdressers.




I was going to end my post there, but I thought you'd like an explanation, so here goes.
(Oh no, not again, those stupid drawings!)

I had very beautiful hair. Well, to me it was beautiful.

But I wasn't 100% pleased with it and decided to go to the hairdresser.

A few days before the session, I stopped by the hairdresser and gave her some pictures of how I wanted my hair to be:

I wanted scene-inspired hair, with colours! Short and messy on the top, long and straight under. I figured this might need some planning, and therefore handed her the pictures so she had some time to think about this and how she would pull it off.

The days went, and suddenly I was sitting in her chair. I already had a bit of hairdresser-phobia, so I assured her THREE times NOT to cut the length, even if the hair was broken! Three times.

 

"No problem at all" she said. And then she destroyed me.

She could see the horror in my eyes when I looked in the mirror, and then she assured me that she had not, in fact, cut the length at all. She had just cut it a bit shorter in the front, but it was much longer in the back, and what she had cut was needed to be cut.

Like I don't have a mirror at home. Or feelings in my fingertips. Like I'd never figured it out that she had neutered me. Well, FUCK YOU!

You see the difference, right? It went from covering my nipples to not even touch my shoulders. I cried when I got home. No kidding. I cried alot.

It's gone two and a half years now, and my hair is almost at the same length as before the.. incident.

I hate hairdressers....

Good morning

Hello my little stalker aliens.

I'm up! Well, been up for a little while now, but I like to take it slow in the mornings. Slow mornings are the best!
This is me btw. For real. Right now. In this very second. No makeup no nothing, in front of a shitty webcam before heading out for a short run before I eat. So there you go. I am the nicest, aren't I?

I do wish you a beautiful day though. So don't waste it.

Red Angel

Yeah, haven't blogged in a few days. But what did you really expect? I have school, a boyfriend, two jobs and four families to spend time on so blogging are not my top priority nowadays. Sorry 'bout that, letting you miss all of my awesomeness and everything. But don't worry. I'll make it up to you somehow.

Today I'm making it up to you by sharing a drawing I made back in '06. I was sixteen at the time, and fell in love with this picture I found on the internet. So I drew it. Miss the old times, when I had spare time to do what I want.

(picture edited in photoshop)

I do have done things I want though. I've been attending an exhibition called sexhibition with my boyfriend, I have been drinking with my friends and been to the movies with my boyfriend, watching the norwegian movie Hodejegerne (en: Headhunters). Maybe I'll draw some more illustrations when I find the time to write about it. Should probably sleep now. Sleep. What an awful waste of time, spent on the most productive way. I mean. Without sleep. Without dreams, what are we?

You evil you. Trying to sneak those mindfucking questions in my head right before bedtime. As I would say in norwegian; Fyyyyyyy (en: shame).

Wellwell, nattinatter dere hattifnatter (en: type of 'good night').

Movie of me

According to my best friend and my boyfriend.. This is me. I'm now strongly considering tattooing three balloons on my ass.

Introducing

Hello, little stalkers.

New platform, new beginning. So how do I begin?

Really don't know why I even made this blog. I can be spontaneous if I like. And I liked it today.
Think it has something to do with tumlbr. You see, I do have an all norwegian blog, but the internationalization I found in tumblr kinda got me addicted. After that my old blog seemed so dull. I needed something fresh. New. Inspiring. Weird. I definitely needed something weird. Thus the octopus in the background. There is not much that is weirder than octopuses. I mean. They have a doughnut-shaped brain with their intestines in the middle. So if they get the hiccups they could die. That. Is. Weird. No arguing that.

What kind of words I will put here has not been decided yet. But my ambitions is that the blog will be as weird and interesting as an octopus with the hiccups. Maybe I'll even make some illustrations like this:

This is me btw. Looking totally psycho, but with a touch of braindeadness. A brain dead psycho. This just has to be totally awesome. So stay tuned.