Erotisk hverdag

Har krampe i magen, kom inn pa 3 aret, men pa feil skole (...) og skriver en stil for U.S history om revolusjonerende kvinner i Amerika. Har du lagt merke til at de ofte er litt anti klimatiske? Ta den afro amerikanske damen som satt foran i bussen fordi hun var for sliten til a ga bak, derfor ble det et stort oppstyr om at svarte burde ha lov til a sitte fram i bussen. Revolusjonerende, men veldig... kjedelig.

En kamerat har om en dame som dode av kholera (staaaving...) etter a ha vart i haren under WW1 som mann i flere ar. Kult egentlig.

Jeg har om Dorothy Dandridge. Forste Afro Amerikanske som ble utvalgt som akademisk skuespiller pris. Ikke sa VELDIG tuft, men mer enn jeg noengang har utrettet.
Er egentlig ferdig med stilen, sa jeg sitter egentlig bare pa andre blogger (INTERIOR BLOGG, faktisk.), msn.no og lookbook.nu mens tarmene danser tanga.
Asj.
Vart akkurat nokka oppstyr fordi ei  type som ikke kan beskrives med ord (egentlig) kalte en anna type en ape og "The N-word".

- Loulose

The start of a series of unfortunate events.

I am not sure if it is considered smart for me to be writing when I am so emotional unstable, but when will it ever be the right time for me to write then? It’s not like it takes a lot for me before I crawl back into my shell.

My mum said I had a hard time growing up. I would disagree, I think she just says that because my dad was so much present in my life, and she just wants to get him on my bad side. I think I’ve mentally blocked my past, so this is kind of a hard task for me, but I am sure that the only reply I would receive will be “suck it up, foreigner.”

I was born on Norway’s Independence Day. It is a tradition to wear super hot dresses called “bunad” and marched for several hours before we usually drink, eat and play games.

During a march, there is bands playing, the newly graduated students going around and throwing cards with dirty jokes on them and shoot coca cola at innocent by passers with water guns.

Most of the time, the governor is in front of the march. When I was young, I usually ran up to him and told him I had my birthday, and therefore, I was usually in the lead with him.

In the middle of the march, there was a sudden stop. Guess why. My mum was going through labor.

I remember during my confirmation party that my mum said she had everything under control when her water broke. My uncle asked why she then didn’t finish the whole march.
I do not think my dad was there, my brother and sister was 6 and 7 years older than me. They probably managed to get the situation perfectly. Probably a disappointment to my sister since she always wanted to be an only child.

I was a quick delivery; it came fast, and it went fast, and they left with yet another family member.

They called me Katrine Louise. I was named after the redhead from Thelma and Louise, and toilet paper. Apparently my mum had to do her business, and figured the name written all over the toilet paper “katrin” was a beautiful name.

That was the start of my ridiculously self-hysterical life.

- Loulose