I’m all caught up in some stupid drama with some guy at the school, and he was hanging out in my room earlier for whatever reason, like, he followed a couple of my friends in here, and I told him to leave, as he left he said like “fucking emo, go cut yourself”, which I haven’t heard since I was atleast 14/15, like I honestly didn’t think people still tried to use the fact someone cuts or has cut as an insult, and it didn’t even get a rise out of me or anything, even though it used to really upset me when people said shit like that.
I don’t know, I just felt really grown up for the first time in a while because I couldn’t believe how immature he was, and how much it didn’t even bother me. I literally didn’t even respond to him. Is that good or?
so y’know how my hair naturally dreadlocked at the back well people are always saying I should sort it out and dread the sides too but I always thought it’d be a load of effort but turns out it’s really easy so I did it last night while watching a movie and yeah
it doesn’t really look that different I guess I should try and take a clearer picture at some point
Last night I had this really vivid dream that my brother was giving himself stick n poke tattoos and I was telling him off about it.. Today we talked on skype for the first time in a couple weeks and he told me he was drunk last weekend and did a stick n poke fish on his wrist oh my god I’m freaking out, it’s such a strange coincidence.
Anonymous: It was your decision you can go home anytime if its so bad
I can already tell my answer to this is going to be long and annoying and rambly, but whatever - it’s really not that simple, I was talking a couple weeks ago to one of the other internationals about it, and it’s really not as easy as “I feel homesick, I’m going to go home”.
For one thing, you don’t get any of your money back, and coming here was expensive and I’m not going to waste that, but more importantly, I know I’d regret it in the long run if I quit, this is good for me, I’m learning and growing and it’s just good.
I know I get homesick and miserable and I make posts saying I hate it here, but I don’t, it’s wonderful here, I moved to norway, it’s probably the coolest thing I’ve ever done. I just have to learn to deal with being sad, because it’s completely normal to miss your friends and your family and your cats and the shitty public transport and all the crowds and the simple shit that everyone takes for granted like being able to text your friends whenever you want, and basically everything else that makes home home.. but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to just quit and go back, because that would be the stupidest thing I could do.
I feel like shit. I want to go home. I’m starting to hate being here.
also I just went night time skinny dipping in the norwegian sea and it was awesome
my roommate was just telling me how since she met me sometimes she’ll be in the shower or wherever and she’ll start thinking in english and she described it as going “ah, I’m thinking in english, stop that, I want to be thinking in norwegian”
I’m going to make a password protected blog where I can write all about the things that are happening here that I don’t necessarily want to talk about on this blog, or can’t because I’d get in trouble etc etc, I have a feeling that my mom checks my blog, so.
I’m going to use like, code names, like initials and stuff, and I’m going to be very nonspecific about as much as possible, and not have it link back to my primary blog in any way.
If you want the password, leave me an ask, I’ll make it tomorrow and if I trust that you could read it without it having any negative impact or anything then I have no problem giving you out the password.
I just really need to write about everything that’s been happening, it’s crazy.