<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 23:35:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Pernille</title><description></description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-7399397636073730423</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T14:50:14.240+02:00</atom:updated><title>Ny blogg 2</title><description>NY BLOGG IGJEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.periwinkle.blogg.no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nå vil jeg prøve meg på blogg.no, for det ser mye bedre ut!&lt;br /&gt;så lenk dere til den i steden for, for jeg vil antakeligvis slutte å blogge her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-7399397636073730423?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/ny-blogg-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-33167206632428410</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T19:10:55.551+02:00</atom:updated><title>Missing the good life</title><description>Nå sitter jeg da her, å ser på MTV. Siden jeg har vært syk og sånn, så har jeg sett utrolig mye på TV i det siste. Spesielt MTV. Jeg er nesten flau av å si at jeg er heeelt fullstendig hektet på teite amerikanske reality programmer som The Hills, Newport Harbour og Laguna Beach. Det er ikke måte på hvor mye drama som foregår. Ikke det at noe av innholdet ikke er en smule ordnet på. Men mesteparten skal visst være helt og holdent realistisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg tror jeg vet litt hvorfor jeg ser på det, skal jeg være helt ærlig så savner jeg USA veldig og drømmer meg litt vekk ved å se på dem, med tanke på at de finner sted akkurat hvor jeg var.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg får antakeligvis tur til USA av Mamma til bursdagen, da drar jeg mest sannsynligvis i vinterferien. Jeg teller ned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vel, da var skolen startet. Jeg kan ikke si at jeg ikke gruer meg. Det blir kjempe&lt;br /&gt;skummelt.. på en måte. Jeg som er så dårlig til å konsentrere meg om å gjøre mitt&lt;br /&gt;beste, har lovet meg selv at i år skal jeg faktisk prøve. Jeg kan faktisk heller ikke bare prøve, jeg MÅ gjøre mitt beste, ellers kan jeg si bai bai til studering i USA om to år. Så jeg har intet valg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det var kjekt å se kjente fjeser igjen, selv om mange av media folkene vi gikk med første året ikke var der. Spesielt rart var det at René, Martine og Katrine ikke var der. Skal innrømme jeg savner dem, og det er skikkelig tomt på en måte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dag gikk vi på tur i steden for å ha norsk. Det var helt greit bare. Jeg som ikke har beveget meg ordentlig på månedsvis strevde litt med å komme meg opp dit, men&lt;br /&gt;klarte meg. Nå har jeg super ondt i bena, og har en feeling at jeg våkner opp med gangsperr i morgen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-33167206632428410?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-good-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-1852540090982731255</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T17:11:27.756+02:00</atom:updated><title>Tufs</title><description>Har ikke orket å blogge, jeg er fremdeles dårlig. Det er helt for jævlig, men må bare leve med det!&lt;br /&gt;Var på innflytningsfest hos Katrine i går. Det var kjempe koselig.&lt;br /&gt;Skulle egentlig på innflytningsfest i dag også, til min bror. Men den festen skal være en smuuuule større. Har en følelse av at det kommer til å bli alt for hurra meg rundt i min tufse tilstand. Så jeg orker ikke. Jeg vil jo ikke drikke heller, med tanke på at jeg bare hadde blitt enda verre.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg får heller se min bror sin leilighet senere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-1852540090982731255?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/tufs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-5496432345397695842</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T18:35:29.597+02:00</atom:updated><title>Never ending nigtmare</title><description>Heheheh, se hva jeg fant. &lt;br /&gt;Eller ikke akkurat fant, men kom på jeg har helt glemt.&lt;br /&gt;Første kortfilmen fra media i første klasse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJQrKBuz75w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HJQrKBuz75w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helt uten mening og horribel lyd (eller hvertfall av det lille av lyd det er).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I går hadde jeg det super koslig, jeg hang med René og mange andre folk i byn i hele dag. Vi bare tuslet rundt, og så endte vi opp på café opera. Der kom Mariel og Kim, og etterhvert Maya. Har ikke sett Mariel og Maya på superduper lenge, og det var kjempe koselig å se dem igjen. Når det begynte å bli litt senere, stakk vi med Astrid på Peppes Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre ting kan også ses på som et never ending nightmare. Rett etterpå kjenner jeg meg plutselig uggen. Trodde det kommet til å gå over, men da jeg kom hjem følte jeg meg bare enda verre. Kastet opp gjorde jeg også.. Selvfølgelig ble jeg jo redd med tanke på hva som har skjedd de siste tre ukene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dag har jeg ikke gjort annet enn å sitte på sengen med uggen mage å hodepine. Skulle egentlig til legen, men fikk ikke akutt time. Så må se i morgen.&lt;br /&gt;Ellers har jeg også insomnia, i 4 dager har jeg ikke fått sove overhodet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-5496432345397695842?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-ending-nigtmare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-2337067617757576780</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 10:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T12:43:16.520+02:00</atom:updated><title>When it goes to your head</title><description>Hvorfor må alle jobbe så mye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg skulle jo ønske jeg hadde meg jobb akkurat nå, for å ikke føle meg som den nørden som sitter alene hver dag og stirrer på TV skjermen.&lt;br /&gt;(Når Pernille tenker seg om, så hadde det ikke forandret seg så veldig mye med jobb uansett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men hvertfall. Jeg kom på et rart spørsmål dere må svare på.&lt;br /&gt;Okei, så. Du hadde &lt;i&gt;ALDRI&lt;/i&gt; hatt sex før. Men så ble du gravid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hvordan får du folk til å tro på deg?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg mener, det måtte jo ha drevet en til vanvidd. JA denne tanken var inspirert av Jomfru Maria, som ble gravid helt uten videre. Stakkar damen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Og by tha way, jeg skal hvis begynne på Laksevåg allikavel.&lt;br /&gt;På grunn av misforståelser og litt sånn forskjellig hadde jeg endt opp på Åsane. Men nå skal jeg gå Media tredje året! &lt;br /&gt;Noe som passer meg fint, for når jeg tenker over det så tror ikke jeg (etter disse to slappe årene) at jeg hadde overlevd bare allmenn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-2337067617757576780?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-it-goes-to-your-head.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-69601620246470547</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T22:33:40.653+02:00</atom:updated><title>Liste av dagen</title><description>1. 1/3 av dagen min gikk utpå å lese lister. Jeg fant en blogger som linket listuniverse.com. Der kan du finne alle slags lister om masse forskjellige ting. Super interesant er det. Hvertfall hvis du ikke ha allverdens ting å finne på.&lt;br /&gt;Nå, siden hodet mitt er blitt så full av lister, skal jeg lage liste over dagen. Selv om det ikke blir en veldig lang en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Når jeg stod opp: 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Så spiste jeg &lt;br&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCdlr1Fe9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2g5BRkk_b-w/s1600-h/skive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 5px 5px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCdlr1Fe9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2g5BRkk_b-w/s320/skive.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356037750619090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;med&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCdswqAGkI/AAAAAAAAARA/RjejGM6Zdes/s1600-h/40266781163750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCdswqAGkI/AAAAAAAAARA/RjejGM6Zdes/s320/40266781163750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356159305390658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Så litt på &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCeDR9wOEI/AAAAAAAAARI/OdRgkPOnCBI/s1600-h/Ellen_Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCeDR9wOEI/AAAAAAAAARI/OdRgkPOnCBI/s320/Ellen_Logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356546203727938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; selv om det egentlig ikke er sånn super gøy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Så, så jeg litt på &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCeTUYnXHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vPSGrHfN4NQ/s1600-h/2008-beijing-olympics-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCeTUYnXHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vPSGrHfN4NQ/s320/2008-beijing-olympics-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233356821731171442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (olympisk svømming rett og slett.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Så var det ned på rommet sette seg forran pcen og surfe som bare faen (faen fordi jeg kjedet meg sånn) på nettet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Deretter så jeg &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCfaPvrjdI/AAAAAAAAARY/C2Sry6wlyfE/s1600-h/VA+-+Stanley+Kubrick%27s+A+Clockwork+Orange+(OST).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCfaPvrjdI/AAAAAAAAARY/C2Sry6wlyfE/s320/VA+-+Stanley+Kubrick%27s+A+Clockwork+Orange+(OST).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233358040256450002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Som jeg trist nok ikke fikk sett ferdig, for de som hadde lagt den ut på youtube manglet en del. hmrfr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Så spiste jeg &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCf917Ww7I/AAAAAAAAARg/8595hu_h7Xg/s1600-h/Ristorante+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCf917Ww7I/AAAAAAAAARg/8595hu_h7Xg/s320/Ristorante+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233358651801387954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9... og drakk &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCgRKPa9NI/AAAAAAAAARo/2NhyIhh6Wxw/s1600-h/pepsi+max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCgRKPa9NI/AAAAAAAAARo/2NhyIhh6Wxw/s320/pepsi+max.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233358983671772370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; som er en skam for menneskeheten!! Akkurat i dag så hadde vi ikke Cola. Min kropp trenger kullsyre, så den eneste utveien var et glass med Pepsi max. Dø brus døø.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Så satt jeg her. og laget denne bloggen. Pizzaen er forresten blitt kald. OISHDA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-69601620246470547?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/dagen-som-liste.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SKCdlr1Fe9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2g5BRkk_b-w/s72-c/skive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-6353083521971220798</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 11:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T13:12:05.291+02:00</atom:updated><title>After Tonight</title><description>&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6aIsSo_EmE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6aIsSo_EmE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine sangen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-6353083521971220798?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-tonight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-6734119317649690301</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T20:33:12.710+02:00</atom:updated><title>Reminisce = flott ord</title><description>Fant dette bildet og Retro poppet det:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJ8twKCgMHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KuKh5aPLl9U/s1600-h/bes%C3%B8kJuni08+036dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJ8twKCgMHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KuKh5aPLl9U/s320/bes%C3%B8kJuni08+036dd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232951597379629170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sånne bilder, for meg, er som vanlig helt tilfeldig og sjelden, så jeg bestemte meg for å legge det ut. Her er det Zach som står å vimser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ett til fra den dagen (meg som står å vimser):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJ8wuIFsUmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8YFarPpSsUA/s1600-h/bes%C3%B8kJuni08+044ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJ8wuIFsUmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8YFarPpSsUA/s320/bes%C3%B8kJuni08+044ff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232954861031281250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dag har det vært nok en dag med intent spesielt innhold, hvor høydepunktene var å spise taco og å få nye tamponger.&lt;br /&gt;Livet er kipt.&lt;br /&gt;Hvertfall for øyeblikket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-6734119317649690301?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminisce-flott-ord.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJ8twKCgMHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KuKh5aPLl9U/s72-c/bes%C3%B8kJuni08+036dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-331597118856070865</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T17:50:58.915+02:00</atom:updated><title>Interesant blogg?</title><description>Unngått å skrive pga manglene skrivelyst og ingen spesielt underholdene idéer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hva gjør en blogg god egentlig?&lt;br /&gt;Det er mange forskjellige grunner til å ha en blogg liksom.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg begynte med det bare for tidsfordrivets skyld, og for å holde vennene oppdatert med unødvendige detaljer om livet mitt, [nå ble jo den bloggen til slutt litt for privat].&lt;br /&gt;Men så utviklet det seg til å ha lyst på fler lesere og begynne å legge litt bilder, og skrive om ting som har mening. Jeg har vel ikke helt klart å lage bloggen sånn super interesant enda, og det er lite sannsynlig at den noen ganger kommer til å bli det..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men jeg føler, uansett hva jeg kommer på å gjøre, så er det allerede gjort ett dusin ganger. Det eneste det ender opp å se ut som, er en [dårlig] etterligning av et eller annet innlegg i en skikkelig populær blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hvordan utvikler man et personlig preg på en blogg, uten at det ser ut som alle andres?&lt;br /&gt;Jeg får vel bare fortsette å skrive og se hvor det bærer meg hen!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I går var vi på kino å så den nye Mummy filmen. Fy flate så dårlig den var. &lt;br /&gt;Ufattelig dårlig animasjoner, dårlige klisjéfylte replikker og tom storyline.&lt;br /&gt;RIP 95kr! pluss 55 kr for nattbuss, siden vi bestemte oss klokken 9 for at vi ville på kino. Så ble det en smule sent.&lt;br /&gt;Nå har jeg ca 200kr på konto, som ikke egentlig er mine penger en gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har ikke vært så fattig på århundrer.&lt;br /&gt;I feel naked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-331597118856070865?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/interesant-blogg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-2732694437841206129</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T11:34:26.017+02:00</atom:updated><title>Jobb på Carlings</title><description>Oi, ble livredd i går kveld. Jeg fikk så sykt vondt i magen, ingen var hjemme så jeg bestemte meg for å gå opp til min mor å sove der hvis det ble verre.&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Nå er jeg garantert jobb på Carlings når jeg fyller 18! oh yeah ;D&lt;br /&gt;Blir sykt digg. &lt;br /&gt;Men nå var det det å få jobb et annet sted mens vi venter.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;kanskje jeg skal ty til Mc.Donalds. var visst dritlett å få seg jobb der har jeg hørt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-2732694437841206129?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/jobb-p-carlings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-8416427970747857731</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T23:53:42.635+02:00</atom:updated><title>Litt klassisk skader ikke</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0zFBEuC5Ts&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0zFBEuC5Ts&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yann Tiersen - La Valse d'Amélie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som jeg har sagt tidligere, Amélie har fantastisk soundtrack. Jeg har ikke klart å holde meg vekke fra å høre på det, tross sjangeren.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg skal innrømme jeg har en svakhet for melodiske pianolåter, og denne her er intet unntak. &lt;br /&gt;Mange som ikke skjønner helt meg og min elsk for piano tror jeg, de er litt sånn; 'hvordan klarer du å høre på dette?' &lt;br /&gt;Men hvordan kan man ikke høre på det? &lt;br /&gt;Enkelte sanger bare treffer meg sånn enormt. Vet vel egentlig ikke helt hvorfor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-8416427970747857731?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/litt-klassisk-skader-ikke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-69359326433667412</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 11:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T14:05:45.579+02:00</atom:updated><title>Filmer og sånt</title><description>Nå skifter jeg til norsk! Av en eller annen grunn så føles det mye mer riktig.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg elsker engelsk asså, og det er langt fra vanskelig. Men blogging bare egner seg mer til norsk syns jeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De siste tre dagene har vært gørrkjedelig. Jeg har ikke tatt initiativ til å gjøre noe som helst. I dag tar jeg mest sannsynlig turen bort til Gullgruven for å si hei til kusine som jeg ikke har sett siden jeg dro til USA. &lt;br /&gt;Og det er lenge det.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg har en stor trang til å gå på kino. Det er masse filmer jeg har super lyst å se men som jeg ikke har fått sett enda. The Dark Knight for eksempel, og Hancock. &lt;br /&gt;Og alle de andre filmene som ikke har komt ut i Norge enda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Én ting som gjør meg kjempesint er at de mest sannsynligvis ikke kommer til å sende 'Twilight' i Norge. Jeg sjekket kommende filmer på hjemmesiden til Bergen Kino og neida. Denne filmen kommer sikkert til å være drit dårlig, med tanke på at det er en film laget utifra en bok. Filmer fra bøker er alltid mer eller mindre dårlig i forhold til boken. Men likevel så er jeg NØDT å se den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJhAXKxLosI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5URqcniCqcw/s1600-h/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJhAXKxLosI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5URqcniCqcw/s320/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231001733962638018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesten like nødt som jeg har får å se den nye Potter filmen, som jeg vet jeg kommer til å bli skuffet over likevel.&lt;br /&gt;og WANTED med Angelina Jolie (vakreste personen på planeten ja) og den norske filmen Den Siste Revejakten..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-69359326433667412?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/filmer-og-snt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJhAXKxLosI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5URqcniCqcw/s72-c/twilight_bigteaserposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-260089865065201481</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-03T22:37:48.473+02:00</atom:updated><title>Crazyness can be triggered by endless of things</title><description>I was sitting with my photoshop just doodling. I'm actually not very good at photoshop, and the only thing I keep on doing is retouching. Perfect things and faces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at being creative.. really. and if i try to do somewhat creative things, it's extremely simple and doesn't take up a lot of time, I'm working on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the point though.&lt;br /&gt;The point is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retouching is so goddamn addictive! When you suddenly know how to make yourself look like a model, thats what you end up doing. I have to admit I've done a lot of photos of myself and that sounds horrible. Even though it's just shallow dream, looking at those fake pictures, makes you feel so much worse about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had pictures I feel like I looked alright, then I opened them in photoshop, fixed them, and afterwards felt like shit for not looking like that in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your a person with screws about to twist and fall out in your head, starting to photoshop yourself will definitely push them all out and make you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quite simple example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJYVkNCF_OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XeIlrEBfrbg/s1600-h/retouched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJYVkNCF_OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XeIlrEBfrbg/s320/retouched.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230391728955325666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, i do not retouch ANY pictures I put out. I adjust them and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;The people that put out retouched pictures of themselves is the ones that has already gone crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-260089865065201481?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazyness-can-be-triggered-by-endless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJYVkNCF_OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/XeIlrEBfrbg/s72-c/retouched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-8704071769342175013</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-03T16:12:06.763+02:00</atom:updated><title>Vacation failure</title><description>Okay, I really don't feel like writing in English anymore. &lt;br /&gt;So I need to know how many English speaking humans that actually read this blog?&lt;br /&gt;Give a shout, and we'll see what I do about it.&lt;br /&gt;If it's just you Chels, I'm sorry, I have to say my Norwegian is more suitable for blogging for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long ass blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened at the airport in Oslo(and me who thought I didn't bruise very easily):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTE5DziU-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/-cXofiYEPl8/s1600-h/n597196320_1543547_5329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTE5DziU-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/-cXofiYEPl8/s320/n597196320_1543547_5329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230021551837041634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kos, or Cos, or whatever, went straight to hell. The two first days were pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get drunk two times the first day. I learned fast that was not the smartest thing to do if I wanted to look good later on. &lt;br /&gt;Trying to put on mascara and liquid eyeliner drunk, is not easy. &lt;br /&gt;But yeah, at least we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTFgtbJhrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/upuA4lBhavE/s1600-h/n597196320_1543403_4502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTFgtbJhrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/upuA4lBhavE/s320/n597196320_1543403_4502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022233023940274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTFnsc6zPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Vj0FaYyKtMg/s1600-h/n597196320_1543408_6141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTFnsc6zPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Vj0FaYyKtMg/s320/n597196320_1543408_6141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022353022012658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTFWzUERJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2kPzG2rtXk8/s1600-h/n597196320_1543417_9495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTFWzUERJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/2kPzG2rtXk8/s320/n597196320_1543417_9495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022062806156434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I was ready for more fun. But then waking up third day I was in so much pain it couldn't even be described as a hangover. &lt;br /&gt;I thought, of course, that it was hangover and that it would be over that day.&lt;br /&gt;But then the next was just as bad, and the next, and the next.&lt;br /&gt;Doctors and hospital was involved, no body thinking it was other than a stomach flu or just the alcohol doing just a little more damage than usual. &lt;br /&gt;(the story is much more detailed and complicated, but I'm not gonna write more than whats necessary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 7th day, not having been able to have fun and party with people all week, laying on the bed most of the time, either throwing up or surviving pain, my dad thought it would be smart to get me to a better hospital.&lt;br /&gt;So we managed to get me on a plane to Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say, I was so embarrassed. Sitting on the plain to Athens I felt well.&lt;br /&gt;At times I could have moments where I felt pretty alright and I thought maybe THIS time, it's going to be fine. &lt;br /&gt;So when I came I was like, umh. I don't really feel bad right now, it might come back though! ehhe, ehhe. &lt;br /&gt;They found out very quickly that my Appendicitis had burst and I needed surgery right  away. They didn't know how long it had been burst for.&lt;br /&gt;Having a burst Appendicitis is life threatening to the max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was so scared I started crying. Not because I needed surgery but the fact that I was going to have to get in narcosis, which freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that has the effect to make me high, from this day on scares me so much, because earlier in the vaycay the doctor had given me a painkiller that made me over-medicated. It was a horrible experience that I would rather not duplicate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came down the day after though, and stayed with me for 6 days, until I could go home. Since I had a lack of walking possibilities, the only thing we could do was sit in the hospital room watching TV, read and talk. The days went by kind of slowly.&lt;br /&gt;At least they went and I'm so glad everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at the Hospital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTHD8_DF6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/uoos5k14RBg/s1600-h/kosogsykehus+196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTHD8_DF6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/uoos5k14RBg/s320/kosogsykehus+196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230023938008094626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so my the vacation I had been looking forward to for such a long time got to waste. I'm getting most if not everything back on the insurance, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;That means I don't need to owe my dad as much, and that also means I can start(and it'll be easier) saving for London trip.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to go there for, I don't even know how long, and I might go there two times. One before Christmas and one after. 'Cause it's with different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hung out with René. It was nice, we just walked around, got stuff to eat and went and got new gauges for me. Now I'm soo tired, I've barely slept.&lt;br /&gt;I will probably go to bed pretty early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-8704071769342175013?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-failure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SJTE5DziU-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/-cXofiYEPl8/s72-c/n597196320_1543547_5329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-8379127482257978451</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-24T16:38:58.423+02:00</atom:updated><title>Still sick</title><description>yup. still sick. I've actually considered going home. It's unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;I have moments when I'm pretty alright, but then it comes back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I managed to lay by the pool for a while. It was nice and it was one of the not-sick moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't go away in 2 days, I need to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-8379127482257978451?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-973583245827464228</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 12:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T14:54:21.176+02:00</atom:updated><title>Hangovers ARE the devil</title><description>yay! the internets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 8 minutes to write this.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, the first two days were pretty fun. &lt;br /&gt;But then yesterday, I got such a bad hangover that I fainted about 3 times, I was sickly sick to my stomach for about the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought I had been better cause It usually only takes about a day.&lt;br /&gt;So I went out (without drinking), and ate and everything.&lt;br /&gt;But then today, I was just as sick again! and I hadn't even tasted the goddamn alchohol!&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I've gotten the same thing as my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I never know when I'll get hangovers and when I won't.&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny how calling your mum when you're like that is a help.&lt;br /&gt;I needed desperately to talk to her. I don't know why. It's somehow comforting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too scared to even consider drinking anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-973583245827464228?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/hangovers-are-devil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-4465209890983418882</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-16T23:58:36.958+02:00</atom:updated><title>Kos</title><description>I have this feeling I probably won't be able to blog these next two weeks seeing how I'm spending them in Greece. &lt;br /&gt;This'll be my last one until then, maybe I'll keep a little notebook with me, so I can remember those things I really want to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm very excited. It really didn't hit me before yesterday that we're leaving. It was funny, cause we had NO intensions what so ever to drink yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we're sitting there, meaning Caroline, Ida, Kristin, Malene, Pernille, Tine and me, with cider beer and all.&lt;br /&gt;haha. we're lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on packing right now, of course I have that paranoia everybody has when they're packing, I just CANNOT forget anything.&lt;br /&gt;so I've been thinking through the list a thousand times. I still feel like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck hurts so bad you don't even know, it's definitely stress, it has to be.&lt;br /&gt;and my jeans are just gone. just out of the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;I have NO idea where they are and I saw them just a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand it. I need those jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of where I'm going in two days (I really could NOT get a better picture =S):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SH5uzsabsjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uIUnsyr-6qc/s1600-h/2551823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SH5uzsabsjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uIUnsyr-6qc/s320/2551823.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223734452170764850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-4465209890983418882?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-this-feeling-i-probably-wont-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SH5uzsabsjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uIUnsyr-6qc/s72-c/2551823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-7695353119469132022</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-16T23:59:39.787+02:00</atom:updated><title>Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain</title><description>I've been avoiding writing these last couple of days cause I don't have any interesting to write. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing anything.. almost..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I was at René's 18th. Before that I went around a little waiting for the bus, and I finally bought Amélie.. or Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain. &lt;br /&gt;It's officially my favorite movie. It used to be Little Miss Sunshine, but I have to admit this one has beaten in. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHyNE09eptI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pXwPyS6cnc0/s1600-h/ameliej.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHyNE09eptI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pXwPyS6cnc0/s320/ameliej.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223204781918430930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably heard about it, or seen it, but still. &lt;br /&gt;It's about this very shy girl living in Montmarte in France, one day she decides she wants to help people in stead of daring to do anything else in her own life.&lt;br /&gt;She then falls in love... and the rest you can see for yourself, cause you have to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like a movie. More like a... art piece put to life.&lt;br /&gt;and the music in it... wooow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René's 18th was fun, and we, of course, watched Amélie.. &lt;br /&gt;I'm watching it again right at this moment actually...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-7695353119469132022?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-fabuleux-destin-damlie-poulain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHyNE09eptI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pXwPyS6cnc0/s72-c/ameliej.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-3769375115210976846</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T17:41:09.649+02:00</atom:updated><title>HP and Imogen Heap</title><description>There! now I'm done with the HP book. It took me, estimated, 15 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been done faster than that, but then again I'm not a very quick reader.&lt;br /&gt;I've barely done anything the last 3 days. It's been reading, eating and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to say I need to get things done tomorrow, but seeing how it's sunday that's going to be impossible. This country is of course closed on sundays. I need a simcard for a phone. I was suppose to get the iPhone, and it was suppose to be the same amount as in the U.S... I really doubted it to become that way, and I was right. It's as expensive as a donated liver.&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to mention Imogen Heap. She's amazing.I've been addicted to her a couple of months now, and I think you should listen to this song a couple of times. It gets more beautiful every time you listen to it. Or so it did to me, I think it's one of my most played songs on Itunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=7306548"&gt;Hide and Seek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=7306548,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the video is not working, but just click the&lt;br /&gt;link in stead or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the music video, I'm not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;It's decent and everything, and I'm not saying I could've done better.&lt;br /&gt;But I just think so much more could've come out from this song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-3769375115210976846?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/hp-and-imogen-heap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-8592789965195694567</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T17:11:25.136+02:00</atom:updated><title>Geek</title><description>Guess what I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;.. yep. I'm reading Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows YET again.&lt;br /&gt;This is the third time, but to my defense, that was a year ago.. that I actually read it two times two weeks apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started yesterday and is almost done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHfI3DcBTHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hFBZjX8lSgA/s1600-h/deathly_hallows_adult_cover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHfI3DcBTHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hFBZjX8lSgA/s320/deathly_hallows_adult_cover.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221863141100571762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's brilliant though. I'm one of the many HP freaks. &lt;br /&gt;And I'll mourn the end of the series til the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY oh WHY didn't she make it longer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-8592789965195694567?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/geek.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHfI3DcBTHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hFBZjX8lSgA/s72-c/deathly_hallows_adult_cover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-7769012104403600170</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-10T12:57:34.927+02:00</atom:updated><title>Finally a job?</title><description>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. wow, you have to look a long time to find more drama than that. I didn't get involved. But damn.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we drank again. we had a drinking games and stuff. very.. umh.. interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I actually saw Happy feet two times! I saw it for myself because I've been wanting to see that for a looong time. Later a lot of people were over at Carolines house to watch a movie. &lt;br /&gt;We ended up watching Happy feet there too. But it's a cute little movie and I really didn't mind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all of that I went to the mall with Pernille and we just looked around. What happened was, I have really been wanting a job at Carlings. We just went in there to look and then I asked the guy there a really simple question.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we were standing there talking and all, actually for a long time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I might get it! :D&lt;br /&gt;and that's exciting cause I love Carlings, their clothes and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what other clothes I like?&lt;br /&gt;Urban Outfitters. It's killing me that I never got the time to go and look. And it's killing me looking at the website seeing all those pretty clothes that costs a fortune to get sent over from the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHXq62W_ypI/AAAAAAAAANw/d6gvC8xpeBQ/s1600-h/14490593_01_b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHXq62W_ypI/AAAAAAAAANw/d6gvC8xpeBQ/s320/14490593_01_b.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221337639751240338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-7769012104403600170?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHXq62W_ypI/AAAAAAAAANw/d6gvC8xpeBQ/s72-c/14490593_01_b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-555985356058962507</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 15:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T17:34:28.645+02:00</atom:updated><title>Decision about being social</title><description>yayy Sunday I saw René! That was amazing :) &lt;br /&gt;We were at his bf's place and watched a movie and ate pizza. very good evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to IKEA and got stuff for my room. I can finally finish it.&lt;br /&gt;And then I was invited to Boi-boi's 18th, so I went there and that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, trying to figure out if I want to go and drink with people tonight or sit inside with a couple of movies and lots of candy and good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I've been out almost everyday since I got home.&lt;br /&gt;hard decision, very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHOULD I DO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-555985356058962507?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/decision-about-being-social.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-8044049990941171898</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T00:52:12.184+02:00</atom:updated><title>Nightmare</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHFMYs-qVFI/AAAAAAAAANo/OrwWyQ6i3WU/s1600-h/_Nightmare_by_eliXile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHFMYs-qVFI/AAAAAAAAANo/OrwWyQ6i3WU/s320/_Nightmare_by_eliXile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220037430373667922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you are so tired, you fall asleep, but only at the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you end up having a bad dream that wakes you up way to early.&lt;br /&gt;And then you can't go back to sleep, cause all you can think about is the dream and that you don't want to go back in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst nightmares are not really the ones thats suppose to make you scared. But more so, the ones that just freaks you out, the really weird ones.&lt;br /&gt;Like the one I just had. It felt totally and completely real! and I think I was dreaming IN the dream too, that's why it was so weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat I chased of the bed felt real, me turning the itunes music in my OLD room off without even putting it on felt real, and laying in the bed trying to sleep IN my dream... aaaah I DONT EVEN HAVE CAT!&lt;br /&gt;And then the worst part: freaking out IN the dream trying to wake your real self up.&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried and shaked my whole body, but it just wouldn't get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can probably tell I'm pretty freaked out right now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to put a movie on and fall asleep to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being just me and my parents in a big house like this, where 7 people usually take place, doesn't help the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-8044049990941171898?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/nightmare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHFMYs-qVFI/AAAAAAAAANo/OrwWyQ6i3WU/s72-c/_Nightmare_by_eliXile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-1572866455299679823</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 10:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-06T12:55:43.951+02:00</atom:updated><title>Denmarksplace</title><description>I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Friday, we didn't end up going to Siljes, we actually went to Hans Roger's place and bbq-ed. We didn't stay very long, but it was a nice little visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;On daytime I didn't do much. It was so annoying cause my parents said they were going to the beach. A little after they went, I decided I wanted to go too, cause I really wanted to swim. I walked down there, and then when I came I couldn't find them anywhere. So I had to sit down alone. So I actually sat at the beach quite lonely for about a hour and swam and everything. It wasn't bad, I enjoy being alone sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I went to Tone, we drank and stuff before going to Christians party.&lt;br /&gt;The party was alright! I was suppose to go with Tine at 2.30, cause then I had a ride and everything, but I just didn't want to leave at that particular moment, so I ended up taking the first bus home at 7!&lt;br /&gt;At 4 the people that was left suddenly wanted burgers for some reason, so we all went down to the gas station to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep or anything, I decided not to, cause I was so scared I was going to get a hangover. I actually managed to avoid it today.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dag was just sitting up playing Guitar Hero to keep us awake while we were waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHCkDei7IRI/AAAAAAAAANY/_-OIfNuoOUI/s1600-h/fest5juli08+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHCkDei7IRI/AAAAAAAAANY/_-OIfNuoOUI/s320/fest5juli08+072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219852347768512786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHCkj6Fg44I/AAAAAAAAANg/IVJbivovS1k/s1600-h/fest5juli08+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHCkj6Fg44I/AAAAAAAAANg/IVJbivovS1k/s320/fest5juli08+080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219852904917164930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was pretty much today too.&lt;br /&gt;Later I might be hanging with René, I can't friggin wait to see that boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-1572866455299679823?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/denmarksplace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aRV9ofnrLhM/SHCkDei7IRI/AAAAAAAAANY/_-OIfNuoOUI/s72-c/fest5juli08+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912021967635572899.post-3822836966802476373</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T18:28:20.948+02:00</atom:updated><title>Job hunting</title><description>So, well. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was suppose to go bowling with a lot of people. But when me and Caroline were on our way people told us that it was not open. So we figured we would just go up to Ida's while finding out what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Christian and Kim came and we went with them to Christians place, where we played guitar hero and watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Caroline, Ida and Kristin stayed the night. &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on it so I didn't have clothes or anything. I hate when that happens, especially this time cause I was going downtown to look for a job. We were already downtown so there was no point in me going home just to change and then take the bus all the way back. I felt disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ida and Caroline went with me. We went around for hours!&lt;br /&gt;I asked sooooooo many places, but all of them either didn't know (didn't have their manager) or they said, come back in August.&lt;br /&gt;So basically I'm kind of doomed when it comes to getting money for Greece.&lt;br /&gt;I bet I have to borrow EVEN more from my dad. aaaah I feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we're going to Silje's place... I don't know what we're doing. But I heard something about eating. Which is always good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912021967635572899-3822836966802476373?l=serriperri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://serriperri.blogspot.com/2008/07/job-hunting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SerriPerri)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>