martinemonster

It's amazing to me how fast something can become a habit. Today, when I went in to the coffee shop next to my work I didn't even need to tell the woman behind the counter what I wanted, she just filled a large mug with coffee and gave it to me (I've bullied them into lending me real cups for my coffee in an attempt to spare the environment the massive amounts of extra garbage caused by my excessive drinking of coffee). It made me feel all warm inside.

So, you think you're harder than me? Huh? HUH?

I'll see you in the dojo: http://martinemonster.mybrute.com/

Stolen from shehasathree

( we're all the same )

Every time I'm on the treadmill or the eliptical thingie I feel like shit. Usually I'm bored to tears after about 2.5minutes and I feel like a complete failure with no stamina, sweating all over the place. So, today, instead of listening to music, I decided to watch television (since our gym caters to lazy asses like myself and therefore provides entertainment for your workouts). So I watched a program called "The world's biggest loser" or something like that, about two teams of overweight women fighting to lose the most weight in a set amount of time.

It was perfect. There I was, sweating my ass off, but at least I know I'm able to run and have quit smoking unlike those poor losers who were getting excellent advice and still weren't able to pull off any major weightloss. I looked at those women crying on the tv screen and I immediately felt better about me. In Norway we have a saying: Egen lykke er bra, men andres ulykke er heller ikke å forakte (rougly translated: Your own happiness is good, but the misfortune of others should not be scorned either). I live by that saying.

I guy just came in, pointed towards our magazine of personal ads (mostly for prostitutes), gave me 3 bags, made high beeping noises and pointed towards the basement where we have all the porn.

I did the only thing I could think of. I took his bags, nodded in a calming way and made a suggestive wave towards the basement and off he went. I wonder what he's gonna buy.

Update: He bought 3 ridiculously dull straight pornos. I'm a little disappointed.

I pride myself in being open to change, to new possibilities. With that in mind I decided to read all the political pampflets this year instead of just voting for Sosialistisk Venstreparti (the Socialist Left party) as I always do.* And loh and behold, on my doorstep, as if by miracle (or because I moved in with the son of a rightwinged man) Høyre ("Right" as in as opposed to "Left", not as in "Correct") rang our doorbell with a pampflett. So I read it. With an open mind, I'd think.

But already on page one I was in trouble. You see, they said they'd put the country back on track by reducing taxes and increasing spending on schools and police. So if they're going to get less income, where are they taking the funds for the schools and police force from? It didn't say. That is what I'd like to know before I vote for somebody.

By voting for Socialist Left for instance, I know they want increased spending on public goods and that they will finance it through increased tax incomes. They're open about that and if you disagree with it, you vote for somebody else. But this "getting more while paying less"-attitude is bullshit, and I hope we all know it by now, after all Høyre has been in power several times before and so far it's always meant less money for something (like hospitals, schools and public transportation).



*For you non-natives, in Norway we have a variety of political parties, not just two big ones with tiny powerless ones on the side like in Great Britain or the US.

Jeg har en venn som kommer til Norge for å være med på Knutepunkt og som har lyst til å se litt av landet i forbindelse med dette, men han har bare en eller to dager ekstra til å reise. Hvor burde han dra for å få sett sitat: "your beautiful fjords" og hvordan burde han reise for å få sett mest mulig for minst mulig penger?

All hjelp settes stor pris på!

Martine

I think of myself as a relatively good person. Or, I feel I could at least adequately quote Mal from Firefly in his "Mercy is the sign of a great man, I guess I'm just a good man...well, I'm allright"-speech when it comes to my actions. I live relatively healthy, I try to be good to my friends and even to strangers I meet and I try to live responsibly and avoid undue stress to the environment because I do believe that we are causing a lot of trouble for ourselves by burning fossile fuels and pretty much attempting to ruin the world around us.

So here's where I fall off the wagon. Though I use public transportation and actually feel that it is the only sensible thing to do when living in Oslo where said public transportation is more than adequate and a lot cheaper than owning a car, I love driving.

I mean: I LOVE DRIVING!

I was going outside Oslo today to interview someone for my masters, and I borrowed 3ff3ct3r's car (which he hardly ever uses by the way) to save time and effort getting out there (changing busses takes a lot of time and it costs extra and I hate busses, my bad excuses are many). I can't explain it. From the moment I sat down behind the wheels, drove out of the garage and got out on the highway I was so happy, so content, so pleased with myself that I actually called aj_stalin hoping that she'd be in Asker so I'd have an excuse to drive just a little bit longer after my interview.

I don't care that I'd be part of the problem, breaking down the environment. I don't care that I can hardly afford food now since I'm a student. I don't care that I can in theory borrow the car more often (because I feel bad every time I do). I WANT A CAR.

Comment and, if you so desire, I will list 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

3ff3ct3r gave me these:
1.Homosexuals
2.writing
3.sex
4.larping
5.clumsiness

( it's all about me! me me me! )

I just cut myself on a button. That's right. A button. It's been bleeding for 15 minutes. I'm now admitting defeat and going out to buy band-aids.