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So now, I can not for the life of me understand what I dreamt this night!
Of course I dream “normal” dreams too, but they’re usually so filled with hopes or choices or dreams or desires and all that. And the things I’ve been lucid dreaming about during the day, or just before I go to bed. 

This one was no different in the fact that I did as I wanted, and I got what I wanted and all that. Except a small part in it. I dreamt that I had to cross a bridge over the highway (The one I cross every day, as I’m coming home from school), but when I was at the top, I spotted two yellow stars on the ground. I bent down to pick them up, and I notice it’s my earrings! But they’re both broken. I stay bent, just to search the ground for the other halves, letting my hand feel the wet, rough wood under me. I notice that I’m higher up than usual, but I know I’m still on the same spot, the same exact bridge. As I find one of the halves, and pick it up from the floor, wet from all the snow that’s melting, a shadow is casted over me. I look up, only to see a little girl staring at me. No more than 5-6-7 years of age. And she looks at me with curiosity, and ask me something, while she stares at the stars in my hand. 
Now, I can’t remember exactly what it was that she was asking, but I remember it to be about love or something, and not about the stars in my hand, which she was staring so fascinated at. And that she takes my hand, and we walk down together, and we find her dad. I leave her with him, and walk on, continuing my usual dream. 

I wonder who she was, and what she was doing in my dream. Such a beautiful child.

Ole Mona<3

When I first closed the last book, I sighed relieved, and then I was struck by anxiety. “There isn’t more??” I thought I would freak, and I saw Twilight in everything I did and said.
After I bought and read “The Host” too, things got a bit better. I am on a path of recovery. (Recovery from a BOOK? WTF is that?? >___< ) I suppose I can’t complain. At least I can look forward to the movies. AND I am aware or the fact that I’m going crazy over it. So I know what I can do, and what I cannot do. I think things will work out nicely. ^^

SO!
Away from Twilight, I still have a life left. And it’s filled with… AMERICA!
Now, I asked my mother if I could go to America, I would pay for everything myself and all, but all I got back was “I’d rather see you dead”. So I guess I’ll have to wait until I’m 18.
At least Johnjohn have managed to get MSN now, and Laur has given me her number, so things are going fine there. Wicked awesome to talk to these people all the time, since we have a 7-hour difference. xD

I can’t wait for the next Harry Potter movie. I’m going mad. I hope I get to see it on the premiere-date. I hope, I hope, I hope! <3

Worst vacation ever. And the best.
LAUREN CALLED! (By accident, but still. Most expencive 22 minutes and 29 seconds in my life. Ever. But worth it. So TOTALLY worth it.) 

So long,
Ole Mona <3 

So, what’s happened?
Huh… I think I’ll try avoiding the most detailed things, and just randomly give some info. It still might be a bit detailed, though. xD
Sooooo…

First off;
My cousin (the one mentioned in the first or second blog) have been nagging me about reading “Twilight” for years now. First I was pretty positive to the idea, and then I heard the word “vampire”. My though: NO WAY! And I bailed out. She’s nagged me constantly after I said no, knowing it would be doing be a favor. I still refused.
And I kept on refusing, until last  year. There was a pre-run of the movie, so I though “ah, what the hell, why not?” and went to see it. It was mindblowing! It captivated me! Mostly by the way it was shot, using my favorite camera movement.
So I figured, “aggh! I’ll just read the book and be done with it!”, believing that since I loved the movie so, I would hate the book. But I didn’t. And it has captured me! Intensely! I’m absolutely stunned, dazzled, breath-taken and in love! With the book! Stephenie Meyer has a very breath-capturing language, leaving your head astonished and light. I only bought the four books last wednesday, and I’m almost one fourth into the third book by now! I’m amazed! Not just by the book, the story, the expressions and characters and all that… but also by the way I have let myself be so conquered and captivated by written words and the pictures they put in my head! Though, I must sadly admit; after reading the book… The movie is nothing. Well, it’s still great! But not if you think about how things happen in the book. It’s totally re-written. Not good! *laughs again*

Now, that’s not the only thing that strike me when it comes to these books, the story(/ies) and the characters.
After seeing “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire” expecting Cedric Diggory to be the perfect man, all I really thought of Mr. Robert Pattinson was “so what?”. I tried to see some interviews of him, curious to see what girls (and just purebred fans)  saw in him. All I could think was “Weeee-eeeiiirrd!” and roll my eyes at him. And Karen… Well, I didn’t see much in her either.
After Twilight, though!  As for Robert Pattinson, I came to respect him greatly for his talent! It’s absolutely astonishing! His acting skills are so far beyond greatness, they could probably make Edward Cullen look talentless, impossible as that is. And the same respect grew for Ms. Karen (Who’s surname I’ve never remembered, and still haven’t taken the time to find out).
Well, back to Rob… I tried seeing some of his interviews again, hoping I would like him better this time… But in vain; I didn’t. So I settled with the truth: Celebrity or not, talented or not, I might like him greatly as an actor, but as it comes to the personal sides, as for the expression of him to speak; I would not ever come to like him.
As was it for the whole Twilight-case, I was proven wrong… again. It took months though, but suddenly, for some reason, I stubled over a podcast of a conference no one but one was allowed to take pictures of, and the unedited voice recordings. He turned out to be quite fun listening to, he has humor, and he is quite intelligent! Well, unless I am ever to personally meet him, I am not at the fan-girl level. Yet. But from what I’ve read, and from experience, I guess it’s just a matter of time. *giggles*

(Oh, and hey! Yesterday I kinda bought the Twilight album, bonus track version. *tries not to giggle more*)

Now, second!
I’VE HAD MY BELLYBUTTON PIERCED! *HORRORSHOCKHAPPYFUNNYGRIMACEFACE*

Now, this, next to Hitler coming back, God to excist, Edward Cullen to both excist and fall in love with me, this was the thing most likely NOT to happen. More unlikely than aliens to come and kidnap George Bush because he’s smart and looks like a primate to the monkeys! Really! 
My mother hates… well, rather despise, piercings! And tattoos! I mean… Really, really, really hate them! She’s been warning me of these things since the age of three! She really can’t stand them! More than I hate bikini! And I haven’t worn one in years!

One morning last week, as my mother and I shared a moment in front of the bathroom mirror, she fixing her hair and me applying mascara the conversation went like this:

Ole Mona: “So mom, I was thinking of having my bellybutton pierced!”
Mother: “Hah! Yeah, then you’ll have to wear bikini this summer!” *laughs*
Ole Mona: “Okay.”
Mother: *chokes* “…Uhm” Silence. “Okay…?”

And the result was this; less than a week later, I got it pierced!
And just to go so far across the line I can, just to show off my excitement, I will become a fourteen year old fangasmic bitch:
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But I guess that’s what you get for doing things that make you become one! o__O

Well, so… there it is.
This must be pretty much all I’ve been up to lately.
OH, AND HEY! I’VE STOPPED SMOKING TOO! *cheers* 

Smell ya’ later,
Ole Mona <3 

He’s driving me crazy, but none of us know.

Mentally torturing me with randomness of sayings and believes…

He’s just there. 

Not mine.

Not around.

And yet I feel tormented.

I am so in love, and I can’t even tell myself.

I don’t allow it.

So leave it be.

Let it alone.

Leave me.

Hate.

Hates.

Breath me.

In. Out. In. Out.

Run.

Away.

From.

Me.

Leave.

Me.

Be.

I’m so in love, and I can’t even tell myself.

Happy new year. 

He promised.

He forgot one of his gifts. I’m giving him two this year.
I had to call him. I hate calling him. Specially when he’s drunk.

He lied.

It’s really rather uncomfortable.
I hate him.
Specially when he’s drunk.

Second: IT IS CHRISTMAS!!

Third: I’ve actually completed my gift-list way before time of christmas, and today I got more or all the rest of those I had, given to my friends! I just need to deliver one more, but I’m going to meet her tomorrow, so that’s alright!

Fourth: I have contributed to charity! As I said I would! And I am glad that I’ve actually made many of my friends do the same! Now, I promised I would spend at least 100 NOK on charity. I didn’t do that. There was no way I could. I GAVE 250 INSTEAD! Haha! ^^ 100 NOK equals £9.18 and $14.31 :p Which means I’ve given £23.96 and  $33.77. I’m quite proud of that. And it turns out that I’ve got more money left, so I believe I will give some more. If I decide to do so, I’ll give it away on christmas eve
…That’s how nice I am. *laughs*

Alright… You just go amazed! 

JOHN!
GET MSN!
…Faen ta deg, fitte!

Love,
Ole Mona <3 

Maybe that’s part of hating homophobia…

Fuck off,

Ole Mona <’3

IT’S CHRISTMAAAASSS!!
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