Bugs v Rain

Thursday I got the day off to celebrate my cousin Ailas 14th birthday and it was so lovely! Bestefar og Bestemor were there along with Frode, Pia and Aila and then me :)
It was so lovely to be surrounded by people who knew me and knew how to be with me and knew I liked herbal tea and they have the actual leaves as aposed to the teabag which tastes so much nicer! Also I got to see what they were all upto and I could openly talk about what I plan to do with my art stuff and just have a really calm time with no stress of whether I should help with this.. is this insulting... should I get up too and help with making the coffee or whatever because with the family they know you're not being rude because you're not that type of person you just didnt realise that everyone else had already stood up or whatever! I hope you can decipher my words. It was a nice time surrounded by lovely people and I am happy they are all part of my family.

I hadn't slept at all well for a long time and I had been getting quite tense and emotional and i hadn't realised till I saw them and they all managed to put me down a gear and I had a great sleep on that Thursday and felt so much better. My gratitude towards them is huge.

On the Friday it was back to work in the fields and it rained tremendously. I loved it. Barely any bugs at all and I got to wear my big red wellies :D but I got back and I was soaked through all the way down through my overalls, clothes and onto my underwear! AND the bugs that do come out in the rain are moths!! Favourite insects :D and they were the dainty little white ones :)
On the wayback a nice, fat, bigger than my thumb wasp was hanging around on one of the gates I had to open but it tootled off.

ALSO on the way back from the field I had to walk through a cow field and it was really big and the path was narrow and it was quite scary because I could see some younger cows and usually if you go to close (which i had to to get anywhere) the bigger scarier cows would charge you and wind you by headbutting your belly (and one of them actually made the gesture of it quite close to me) and then they as a team would try and trample you to death... SO everytime they came closer to try and intimidate me away from the path i needed to go down i had to yell at them and one of my yells was a bit shaky and they picked up on it and walked closer :( but by then they were all behind me and i walked quickly to get under and past the electric fence. scary cows.

Anyway, tomorrow I will go to Bergen to see a few art galleries and go to this crazy antique shop which i will have to take a photo of because it's literally packed full of everything you can imagine including type writers, banjos, guitars, frames, cutlery, cameras, dolls, cups, teapots, brass teapots and the list goes on.

Dietrich I hope you make it to Ireland.. me you chris and ryan will all have to go together sometime as Ryan has a lot of family there too :) that could be interesting. xxxxxxxxx

Norge norge norge

I am in Norway, living and working on a farm..
I got told on Tuesday about the offer and I left my home on Thursday to then be back on the 3rd of September. Very srtressful, quite rushed and very overwhelming.
Glad I'm here!
First day my Uncle picked me up from the airport and fed me, took me fishing in a fjord which was very fun and then let me flick through all these really cool art books!
Next day met the family and had a BBQ, met lots of Arne Dales relatives (who is my boss).
Day after we went to a fjord to paddle in Gremvin and we had icecream and the little boys learnt their first English word "no" frm me dropping some icecream and saying "oh nooooo" to which they loved and decided to copy for a good 10 minutes... much to the their mothers dismay who is Thai and keeps giving me marriage advise!
She is lovely though and really looking after me.
Nextday I SWAM in the fjord and we went to a really cool art gallery owned by a man who owned that house and another house a few steps away and he was really tall with really long grey hair and his paintings were vey bold and dark and very cynical of human nature which i loved!
Next day was the first workday where I was using a curved sharp bit of metal on a stick to prune one of the fields full of to-be blackcurrents which will be ripe for the picking in 2 weeks.
By pruning I mean hacking at giant chunks of grass and really tall nettles (taller than mee!)very good. my hands ache a little.
anyway must help with dinner which is always nice.
Missing home lots but it is very beautiful here and i have things to do <3 x

Blabbathon

I went to wimbledon.
That's right, we won tickits at a tennis club my mum and dad go too.
So we joined all the tennis fanatics, the "classy" people, the wannabe "classy" people, the people who you realy want to stab because they are spoilt brats and talk in whiny voices and don't apologize when the practically walk into you. The type who flick their hair and laugh with perfect teeth whilst wearing labels and expensive perfume. The type who think that they are all the next big thing and that it would be your privalige to kiss the underbelly of their feet.
Fair to say... i almost commited murder... but all I was armed with was an M&S salad (kindly provided for me by the mama) and a bottle of water.
Do you know what all the posh twats ate???? GREASY PIZZA!!!
All this money and they spend it on a grease filled cardboard box! Fucking hell.

This world is too upside down.
The majority of our rich kids are assholes who expext everything to go there way... i wonder where they'll be once mummy and daddy die... probably married off to some rich guy... fucking hell.
I'll put some pictures on here once I've gotten over how ridiculous they were. toodles.

Rasta Courage - Soldiers of Jah Army

Try and remember now just what has been done

Enslavement, displacement of every nation

And now to one nation, everyone hold their grudge

Kind of makes me wonder where which side i'm on

I don't defend white, and i don't defend black

I defend truth and rights and all of that

work on situations where i'm at

Hold my position and never fall of track

Nah give up no faith!

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Du babylon rage,

I and i a-striving til

The end of my days.

Rasta courage

Go against society,

Rasta courage

Babylon rage

I and I a-striving till

The end of my days

Rasta courage

Go against society

Rasta courage

.

I never give no good vibes

And i never give up no truth

Never trade my sanity for living in babylon crew

Vanity will never drive this man insane

This man will walk alongside jah again

We see all the pressure to conform today

And i may sometimes bend

But only as not to break

'Cause a life of iniquity for laziness' sake

Is a deal with the devil rasta just can't make.

.

Looking back now upon all of the evidence

400 years and what them years haveReally done,

We talk of peace but at the first sign of war.

Bredren aint bredren and sistren ain't sistren no more.

Without forgiveness how will any war cease,

While the heathen rage rastaman sitting at ease.

No one will move a muscle for some moral justice

and with no justice well there will be no peace.

London to Paris

I have come back from two weeks away.

One week in London, doing nothing in particular:

Went to the National Gallery, bought a beautiful book about a man who plants trees,

fell in love with sweet potatoes, went to a rock bar wearing leather with dark lipstick.

My boyfried drove us round France: Rouen, Paris and Calais.

Rouen is beautiful, quiet and very french.

Paris is beautiful, busy, touristful, musical and very french.

Calais is ugly, quiet and dodgy.

Every day in France we would have 3 different types of sweet

french bread from the Boulangerie, we had such a lovely routine.

We also grew even more certain of each other.

We grew used to each others constant company.

We are ourselves with each other.

It was such a beautiful trip in more ways than one.

Paid our respects to Jim Morrison at his grave.

Walked up the Eiffel Tower but refused to go to the top like the cattle.

Met Parisians galore at the river with our wine and Ryan on guitar.

Paid £12 for a wee.

Walked down the Champs Elysees.

Saw amazing things in the Louvre.

Photographed a crime scene in the metro station: blood everywhere.

Got stared at alot for being blonde.

Almost got kidnapped.

Crashed into a parked car but the lady didn't care.

Bought a tin whistle.

Made many sandwhiches.

Got mistaken for French people alot.

Had a bath.

Always had a mini balcony.

Fell in love with two cities and one man.

- Ped

Transformation

I used to be brunnette

but now i'm blondy ginger

I love it

I don't see why anyone could complain about being ginger

I actually really love it

Today i voted

I'm not telling you who for because it's confidential

I like moths better than butterflies

I love life and appreciate everyone and everything in it

I am paranoid and scared of being vulnerable when i sleep

I like to smoke a cigarette every now and then

I broke into an abandoned building and spray painted the walls

I did glass cutting

I have cancelled my university offer to do a foundation art course instead

I would love to live in London sometime.

I love to paint.

I wish i had the guts to try oils.

I am an acrylics fiend.

I love black biro drawings.

My phone broke today.

Mum was angry I couldn't contact her so I let her yell at me until she calmed down.

I bit my tongue.

This is me now.

Paint for me

Please paint me a pretty picture

Of Bumblebeas not in the trees

But floating face down in the seas

Of butterflies with blue tacked bellies

On my box for my brain.

Please paint me a pretty picture

Of spiders pinned and rats drowned.

It'll give me such a huge grin

That you'll forget how i frown

Please paint me a pretty picture

For me to hang on my teeth

For me to kick with my knee

Oh it'll give me such glee

Will that pretty picture for me!

- Ped.