shake dreams from your hair

Saturday i ate food, homemade falafels with my neighbour and his friend. I can't believe the way he eats. He used not only his mouth and hands, but also all of the table, the floor and the chair he's sitting on. What a mess to clean up. And they who promised to do the dishes, but as I thought they never did it. After the food we some drinks and listened to a lot of disco and the boys shoke loose like never before.
We went to the pub, but it was no fun so i went home early. Everyone is home for the summer, but I don't know any of them so it don't matter anyhow.
I fell on my bike yesterday. My ancle hurts. The weird thing about the fall is that I had no speed at all.
Outside the weather is lovely and I feel bad for sitting inside at work, but I'm off at 2 just some more catagorizing left. Then I'm going to deliver two film for progressing and mabye buy that lipstic I want.
I'm so bad at writing about one thing, I write one sentence then I think about something else and forget what I was supposed to write.
What I would like to do is to write about just on theme or so. I promise I will do that one day. Perhaps I need to be drunk or something in order to write something really good.

Ps. I miss Cornwall

It was nice but weird coming home. The sun is shinging all nicht and even with curtains and stuff my room is still not dark. I wake up early and hear the birds singing, I come home late in the evening and the birds are still singing.
I'm sitting at work all alone. No one comes in exept that lady with the rings, I don't really like her but that's ok. She comes inn to look at her work and she's all bitchy about it. Wish I was outside, the weather is so nice. Not Cornwall nice, but Lofoten nice.
My job is not bad at all, I'm able to do almost what I want to. The only thing I'm not good at is doing the till for  the day. I scrued up yesterday trying to correct a mistace i had done earlier. Used almost 30.mins just shitting around with it. No fun. And my ass is sore from cycling.
After work i went with my dad to the pub to see this opera thing and it was really nice. I've never liked opera in particulare before, but seeing it in this informal setting was really nice. The solists were good to. There was this small skinny woman with a big voice, a thing you kind of don't expect and when they start sining it takes you by surprise.  The pub was so full, it always is in the summertime but this was even more people.
I met all this people congratulationg me on the exhibition in London, and they all want to know what I'm doing and if I like it and all that boring stuff.
After the opera I went to my friends hose. The mature person he is he greeted by by spitting down towards me (he stood on the balcony at the third floor). He had is buddies over and they were drinking. As for a greeting he hugged be and asked if I was preagnant, I said yes with twins and they are called Jason and Jason( or Jacko and Jacko we joked about since he died). He lifted be and that resulted in that his mothers piece of art thing ( a culpture) fell down and over me, so now I've got bruices on my arms and legs.
Those boys are so much fun. Just for a joke they started dancing. Not to what you would expect of music and they filmed eachother and uploded it to the internet. they kept on flashing different bodieparts, places were the sun never shines.
Ooooh some tourists just came in. And they went straight for the toilet.
I'm hoping that Marianne gets back to me, she talked about having a party tonight. She said all our old classmates would come. Just the thought of them makes me sick. But I don't want to sit home alone on a saturday night. Hope she replies.

Æ veit at æ ikke burde klage, men det e en ting æ e flink til. Ikke bære e æ flink til det, men så vældi mange av oss. Det siste åre har æ generelt hatt det vældi bra. Men de siste dagan/uken har æ ikke følt at ting har vært helt på plass. Det siste semestre på skola har vi ikke hatt nån forelæsninge (som e vældi dårli gjort sia vi betale masse penge førr å gå på en av landets bæste fotoskole), tidligare har lærern vårres dokka opp bakfull og jævli mandags morra. Egentli burde det ikke kom som en overraskelse, ho e ikke den hyggeligste personen i verden. Ho stille gjerne spørsmål som: finnes det TV i Norge? Æ e litt stolt av at æ en gang tok igjenn å sa at nei det va i Skottland ( det e dær ho kommer fra). Heldigvis e ho ikke like skremmanes på privaten, d e ho litt hyggeli. På vurderinga mi (vi har ikke eksamena, men vi blir vurdert to ganga i åre) sa ho og de andra t æ har utvikla mæ masse og det æ gjør e vældi bra. Æ e ikke heilt enin med dem, bildan mine e ikke så bra at det gjør nå. Vesst de va så god, ville æ hørt tebake fra de plassan æ har lasta opp et par av dæm. I stede førr tebakemelding blei to av bildan mine avvist fra en plass. kanskje æ e god i forhold til ræsten av folkan på kure mitt, men æ ikke særli god i forhold til de dær ute.

En anna ting e a,. koffør e det allti sånn at de du ser på ikke ser på dæ? Koffør verke det som om de ikke gir sæ en faen i om du eksistere eller ikke? Og de du får e nån du egentli ikke e så ininterresert i.
Alt det ende opp me e at blikke mitt blir lengre. Æ trur det e en naturlov eller nokka.
Vænnan mine hær flire bære av mæ når æ sir at han fyrn ville vært pærfekt te prosjekte mitt. Å de foreslår at æ skal gå opp te han å si, heeeiii sexy æ heite tora. æ synes du ligne bob dylan, vil du vær modell førr mæ? Som om de trur æ en slags manne spiser. Det e egentli ganske så langt fra sannheta. Man vil gjerne ha det, men samtidig e man redd førr det.
De gjør narr av mæ hele tia, men på en kjærli måte. Æ har en følelse av at de ikke veit kem æ egentli e. Æ trur at "hemmeligheten" min vil overrask dem en god del. Ikke at det e så hemmeli, men de som har kjent mæ i nån år veit det og det motsatte ville nok ha overraska dæm. Bære at æ sir ting som detta ut høkt e nå nytt. Æ trur at i det lange løp vil det gnag mindre på mæ om æ delte enkelte ting med andre. Samtidi e detta ting som æ har holdt førr mæ sjøl så længe at æ ikke ser nå vits i å dele det.
Det e en grunn te at æ skriv dettan på norsk og det e at æ ikke har løst te at de nye vænnan mine skal finn ut ka æ har skreve.
Førdi det e en ting om vænnan mine æ vil si og det e, kom i gang med det! Æ har to vænna som ville passa vældi bra illag, men ungen av dæm vil inrømm nå sånt, de e bægge førr genert. Ho jenta slo opp me det som va typen hennes før påske en gang og han har æ aldri hørt snakka om ei jente på den måten. Han bruke kvær annledning han får te å ta på ho, klem ho eller nå sånt og ho ser ikke ut te å ha nå i mot det, som egentli e gansge fantastisk. Og det e ikke bære æ som ser at de passe bra i lag, de andre jenten som vi heng me sir det og, bærre bli i lag.
Huff, norsken min e ganske rusten. Men om ei uka e æ tilbake i gamle landet førr å jobbe.
Og ja, æ har drokke litt før æ skreiv detta, veit ikke om æ hadde tenkt på å gjør det om det ikke va førr litt drikka.

Now I think Ansa is stupid! They found out that I was a photographer and then they didn't want to represent me anymore. I was really looking foreward to doing this thing with them. The editor of the newsletter even managed to get the wrong name on the mail she sent me, she wrote to Alexandra saying that they will look at it and come back to me if it's anything for the next issue. Thank you for your interest and have a nice summer. I'm wondering if I should write back to her and say that my name is not Alexandra and that photography is art. Because I think that's the reason why theire no longer interested in what I do and that makes me feel not so good about my own work.
Pfffffft..... I don't know. Mabye I just need to go out and take some really good pictures in order to change her mind.
Not just for them, but also because I'm terrible at sitting inside all day not doing anything.
The work I handed in for the SDA was not good, it was just some old pictures I had. It does not feel right to do that. This last semester have been so lazy, no lectures, no seminars, not much hard work.
It will all change when I get back home, I'll have a job to go to, I have some ideas for pictures to take and it will be good.

I wished I had not booked my tickets home. Instead I could have gone to Peace & Love festival in Sweden and seen Gogol Bordello, Mando Diao, Ratatat, A Camp, The Sounds and sooo much more lovely people. Stupid of me to not to check in on it again earlier. Most learn to plan things better. This is one of the only things I really have wanted to do in such a long time. So stupid of me.

Iiiiiiiip! Ansa (assosiation for norwegian students abroad) have contacted me because I'm studying art and they want to make a future in their magazine. I have no idea of what pictures to use for it. They even want something for the frontpage.
I have to think hard and long about this.

Here he is singing in the rain. Actually he was not singing and it wasn't raining, but who cares about the weather?

I took a film with my new Brownie and the pictures came out really good. It was a bargain,£4 only.






Happy people


I remember everyone was stealing my hat. But I was lucky and never lost it.

Assessments are over, we got less school work to do and the sun is shining.
I've started working on the new project a self defined project, I was thinking of using Bob Dylans Don't think twice, it's allright as a starter but I don't know how to use it. I need some help.
For the intertextual project I used the music of The National as a starter and I got so many ideas from their songs. I've been trying to listen to Don't think twice over and over to get some ideas, but the ideas are so hard to reach when they are floating around in the back of my mind.

My Guy Bourdin pictures came out nice and I'm fairly happy with them.

What I like about this picture is the wind in her hair the innocent feeling over it, it's playful.
I'm glad I chose to work out from Guy Bourdin, it fits my style.

We won the Eurovision Song Contest! Rybak, we love you.
387 points and a new record.
Norway have been favourites all along

This is my dad on a beach back home



Hanging fish up to dry in ordrer to make stocfish

Now I know what to do for my project. A bit late, but better than never.
Suniva said yes to model for me, think it's going to be great.
I just hope the weather is better tomorrow, I would like some clear weather and mabye even some sun.

Had som many weird dreams last night. This is for Emily.
There was once a small island out in the sea with a small community on it.
The people on the island was living happily in peace not nowing about the horrors to come.
One day a group of people showed up on this island and started killing everyone for no apparent reason, they just started to shoot around them.
Everyone was really scared and running around trying to get in safety from the killers.
All exept three people was killed, a young woman, a man and their baby.
They managed to run up to the hills and was hiding in a small cave that sheep usually lay in. The cave is not visable to the bare eye, the entrance is coverd with junipers. To get down into the cave you have to crawl.
When the killers had left the island came some aid-workers to look at what happened.
The young family was still in the cave, to scared to come out.
One aid-worker found them. But they told him not to tell anyone about them still being alive.
He gave that baby a bottle of milk.
The sheeps was grassing around and the wind was blowing and everything was quiet.

I think I my dream is influenced by Haruki Murakami and his Hard-boiled wonderland and the end of the world. Murakami is a very good story teller.

I had a tutorial with Michelle this morning, when I came she went to get coffe and then I had about a 10min long tutorial. Waste of time. She didn't tell me anything useful. All she said is that I need to write more in my workbooks, I don't like writing in them.
I have a feeling about that my assesment won't go that well.

I had a dream tonight about this people (I don't know these people I just know who they are).
We stayed at our(?) house in the country.
In the morning he came walking down the stairs looking very sleepy as he was just out of bed.
He went to the bathroom and came back out as different person.
Then we walked to the neighbours house, where he was staying in a cabin next to it.
I asked if he didn't feel a bit scared about that big, dark and empty house.
- No, he said
When he walked inside the cabbin I looked over on the other little cabbin next to it.
Inside another person was laying in bed sleeping.
We decided to go inside and wake him up. I don't really remember what came next, but I remember the curly head on the pillow.

It's hard to write down what happend, because it was all very filmic. It all was like a film.

This is some shit for my intertextuality project.
Working hard on my workbooks to get them done to tuesday. And I also need to take pictures for my defining project, but I have a model and I have most of the planning done: Lets just hope for some good weather.

London was good. The exhibition great, to bad you missed it. On the opening night about 1000 people showed up.

I came to London on Tuesday hoping that handing up my pictures would be done quickly, but no. All thanks to that stupid and irritating girl who is the creative director. She could not make up her mind about where to put my work so I sat at the gallary for hours. But I made a new friend. He showed me around Bric Lane and we ate a (veggie) burger at this hip place (to hip for my taste, everyone under 25 skinny, good looking, with cool clothes), we bought something to dring and went to se some animals at this city farm, but the animals were taken in for the night.
Wednesday I went to Tate modern and saw an exhibition on Rodchenko and Papova and then I walked around in town up to Covent garden.
Thursday I finished my essay on art and photography. I walked around in the area and then I walked to the gallary for the opening.







Weird people...

Saturday the journalist came to intevju me and we walked around Shoreditch to hand out flyers for our show.



And finally the best picture of them all, a scary face!