THIS is Halloween

FINALLY! Halloween has come, and I am old(er). I'm so old my friends make fun of me at FB.

Best comment yet:

Lool du har bursdag! NÅ ER DU GAMMEL.... KJEMPE GAMMEL! Grattis med dagen Charlotte!! spis kake... masse kake!! btw.. du er kjempegammel.. hvor gammel er du egentlig?

Translated:

Lool it is your birthday! NOW YOU ARE OLD.... VERY OLD! Congrats on your day Charlotte!! Eat cake... Lots of cake!! btw.. you are really old... how old are you anyway?


So I'm old. Very old. This is where I can see the advantage of having an older best friend and an even older boyfriend. No matter how old I get, I'm still the youngest. IN YOUR WRINKLY FACES! (I accidentally wrote feces.. Not really, I imagined I accidentally wrote it..)

So it is Halloween, and I give you my Queen of Hearts preview look:

This is only a preview because I'm in Buddhism-class, and my notebook only have Photoscape. And because the rest of the photos are at home on my mac. You have to see my underwear! Got pictures. You just need to see it!

So anyway. Schools out, and I'm heading home. In the meanwhile you can sing for me:





If you're a returning reader you might remember how my best friend and boyfriend compared me to Pinkie Pie from the My Little Pony series. If not, press the link. LINK

Bloglovin

I was told I had to put my blog out in bloglovin to make it easier to follow. And since I always do what I'm told, bloglovin - here we come!

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Now, you guys better follow, or I'll ....I'll make a really angry drawing or sth. I'M NOT AFRAID OF DOING IT! I'm CRAZY, you never know what I'm capable of doing!!!

*smooch*

This is Halloween pt 4?? -Born This Way

I didn't have the time to take pictures for you the last time. Too bad, cus I was this epic skeleton, but in a way it's okay since Sun is deadly afraid of skeletons. (Haha deadly afraid of skeletons... Go it? Haha)

Maybe I'll just recreate it and take some pics at home.. Not that I actually believe you're interested anyway, so fuck you. All that I do, I do it for yyooooouuuuu <3 Haha, not the song that is on my spotify right now. Today is all about being Born This Way.

I continue my Halloween-Quest (what a wonderful word that is. Halloween-Quest) and today is GaGa-day!

I actually wore this outfit at the GaGa concert in Oslo, and people outside thought I was the real deal xD Hahahaha cute ones.

Guess who I'll be next!

I'll give you a hint:

Wearing this costume on Cat Halloween party too <3 Going to be epic! With a capital E and a capital P and a capital I and a capital C! EPIC I tell you!

This is Halloween pt. 2

Not quite yet, but I still dress up at work as a kind of foreplay to the big event.

If you've read the other Halloween post, you already know of my genius plan of dressing up in a "costume" each working day at Naughty Shadows throughout October. So today I'm a bunny. But not any bunny. I like to pretend that with the glasses and the pocket watch I'm the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland <3

You can see the resemblance right?

"I'm late, I'm late, I'M LATE!" - story of my life.

As always, I HAVE to go crazy with webcam. Shitty pictures are just the best, am I right?! Gotta love shitty pictures. Shitty pictures being shitty.

 

My boyfriend hates those glasses, and I can literally kill his sex drive wearing them. He says I look like a transsexual John Lennon. C'mon I look GORGEOUS!

What will I dress up like next? To be continued . . .

Daddy's golden words 1

My dad says alot of odd stuff. If you think I'm weird, you should meet my parents. I have to write about them some time, but there is just too much, so the point in this post will get lost in all the funness. I just invented a word. Trend it.

Anywho, earlier today when me and my dad watched tv while eating dinner, disney channel was on. We love disney channel. Actually I think he loves it more than I. More than most regular people... More than children. And his favourite show is Phineas and Ferb, and Perry the platypus is his favourite character. So the commercial was on, and there was one commercial about the show. As it was going my dad said:


"So... that platypus, Perry. You know. Like. He is pretty serious all the time. But sometimes when he's at that evil doctor's house.. it sometimes happen that the evil doctor need some help with i.e. hanging up some pictures. So Perry helps the evil doctor decorating and redecorating sometimes... I know it's a cartoon though. But it is kinda. Like. It is a bit... I know it's a cartoon. But it is a bit weird. But I know it's a cartoon though."
-dad

This is Halloween

Well, not quite yet, but I like to pretend.

Halloween is just 30 days away, and this year I can actually enjoy it. Last year I was just too terrified turning 20 I just couldn't enjoy the holiday. For those who have not read my "about" page, my age seem to change dramatically by one year each Halloween. Or 31st of October, for those who don't even know the date. (C'mon really?)

Turning 21 is not as scary as stop being a teenager. I mean, I'll never be a teenager again. I'm an adult for the rest of my life, and that scares the crap out of me. So like I said (wrote, whatever), turning 21 ain't that bad. I don't really care about my birthday, I mean, I already experienced it 20 times already. But I do enjoy the holidays. For ONE day a year, people actually dresses like me! Funny as hell. Not that I've been to Hell and can tell whether it is fun there or not, but you know. Funny.

I kinda started the costuming already. I work at Naughty Shadows again today, and here I can practically wear what ever I want. So I decided I'd put on a costume each working day here! Fun fun fun!
Today I'm the classic demon.

What will I dress up like next? -Will be continued . . .

My issues with people with a mental handicap pt. 1

I have problems dealing with people with a mental handicap. I don't feel safe around unpredictable people, and I don't have the patience to listen to them. They can be cute and all that, but Just for like five mins on the tv. Not next to me for half an hour.

That is something I have problems dealing with. Something I just CAN'T deal with is old men with a minor mental handicap/social issues and a hard on. Really. Disgusting.

Just the other day one horny bastard bugged me at the bus. I swear, if he'd touch me I'd hit him so hard his mental handicap would be cured. So I drew the scene. Note that the man was not as cute as my drawing. He had messy beard, drool all over (or just a bit on the corner of the mouth, same shit) and just looked really, really...not good. But all the people I draw end up cute. I don't know, maybe I'm so cute I can't ever make anything not-cute.. Yea, think I'll stick with that.


So I was going home from work, sitt'n on the bus. Chillin'. Havin' my handbag on the seat next to me so nobody would sit there. . .

I came THIS close (<-->) to cry when I got home. Not kidding. I might be damaged for life.

When you're @ work with nothin' to do...

You go crazy with webcam...

This is me today. I work at Naughty Shadows in Oslo, an alternative clothing store. My shoes are from here <3 Love 'em! I like to mix that style with some cuteness, so I've got a baby pink tank top and baby pink lace tights, just to make it a bit weirder than usual. Gotta love weird.

So with Skrillex in the back and some new catalogues from Aderlass, Black Pistol and Lip Service in my hand, this is by far the best job to ever have. No joke.
Well, I should get back to the catalogues. I might come back later though ;)

Tonights thoughts about self esteem

I once dated this guy.
He was a coach. Someone specialised in programming your brain to think positive about your life and live it to the fullest.
We often talked about self esteem. I had none and he had too much. His attempt to give me some was to explain his vision of self esteem. To him there was no such thing as low self esteem. He said it was in the word itself. Steam. Condensed water to air. So it is air. And how can air have such effect on our mind?
I really don't agree. Low self esteem do exist. Only in our minds , but it still exist.

I did some thinking on my way home from work today. Thinking about just this, self esteem. Low self esteem.
I saw this kid. Well kid may not be the right  word, he was probably 17 or sth. But you know. Being 20 I'm so old I could be his grandma. Practically. Anyways. You could clearly see he spent a lot of time, money and effort to look good. To me he didn't pull it off very well, but I know that to the normal rest of the world he is gorgeous. And I thought to myself: "Why do you need to look good?". And then I realised, that is a fucking good question! Why do we need to look good? We're not the ones looking at us, everybody else is. So why do we need others to think of us as good looking? Now give me a good answer to that. Because I ain't got none. I challenge you!

I changed my self esteem literally over night. I scanned my body from toe to fingertips, and wrote something positive about each part. If I couldn't find anything positive (like, what the h.. can you say about knees? How can knees be beautiful anyways?) I wrote that it was completely normal, similar to most people. (i.e. my knees are like any other knees). So now I have a long list, written by myself, of why my looks are perfect as it is. And every time I get low I look at that list. It really changed my vision of myself, and I got more positive and genuinely happy about myself. A crazy yet wonderful feeling I hope you alien stalkers feel or will be able to feel.



Good night my dearest alien stalkers. You are beautiful just the way you are.

ArtRage

I have ArtRage on my computer. I do. I promise. But I couldn't figure how to make it look good, so I just stucked with Paint. But tonight I decided to learn, so I took the pen in my hand and started drawing. First an eye. Then another. Then a nose, facial contour, mouth, ears and hair. He looked cute. But I wasn't happy. Well, who is ever happy with their artwork? Not that I call these drawings art, but you know. Then the colouring began. I have never ever drawn and coloured a complete drawing in ArtRage before. So this might just be a beginning of something fun.

Best of all: I didn't use more than 30-45 mins. Using my Bamboo draw pad as mouse for months payed off. Woohoo!