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About Ida

My name is Ida. I am 27 years old and living in Norway. I tend to go political from time to time.

4th of December: Favorite Christmas Song


Some old friends of mine would likely go to their grave swearing that my favorite Christmas song is Santa Claus is Coming to Town, but they would be mistaken. While that song is a treasure of mine for reasons I won’t get into at the moment, my absolute favorite will be the not at all unorthodox Fairytale of New York sung by Kirsty MacColl and The Pogues. I love that song, not only because it is catchy as fuck, but because the lyrics are fucking awesome. A very unorthodox Christmas song, that I can’t help but fall in love with every time Christmas comes around.

3rd of December – How/When Did You Find Out Santa Wasn’t Real?

Wh… But… You mean there is no Santa Claus?????

I think I must have been quite young, considering I don’t remember the exact moment. I remember a time – probably when I was about two-three years old, when I heard people – kids out in the street or whatnot – tell me Santa wasn’t real, but I laughed them off, ’cause “duh, I had seen him, asshole!” I think I must have found out sometime around the Christmas of 1998, which I spent at my grandparents’ house. I am not sure if my family just did a poor job of covering or what it was, but I suddenly became awfully suspicious that some of the gifts were from Santa whereas others were from family members – and they all fit into the same bag. Didn’t make sense at all to me. I believe that was when I found out.

2nd of December: Your Christmas Wishlist.

Bet a few of my friends are gonna be happy about this being added.

1. Clothes, size XS/S or European (Norway) 32/34. Size 0-2, American.

2. Statement necklaces

3. Things I may need when I move away. Anything will be well received.

4. Silver Linings Playbook by Matthew Quick (the book, in English)

5. Water for Elephants by Sandra Gruen (the book, in English)

6. Ærlighetsminuttet by Bjørn Sortland

7. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson (the book, in English)

8. Orange is the New Black by Piper Kerman (the book, in English)

9. Looking for Alaska by John Green (in English)

10. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold (the book, in English)

11. The Hunger Games-trilogy by Suzanne Collins (the books, in English)

12. I am Malala by Malala Yousafzai (in English)

13. Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay (the book, in English)

14. Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn (the book, in English)

15. Supernatural season 9 on DVD.

16. Money.

17. The Fault in Our Stars on DVD (the movie, I already have the book).

1st of December: Your Favorite Christmas Movie.

Hello! I decided to do a Christmas challenge and even though I have had little luck in regards to fulfilling these challenges in the past, I am paradoxically optimistic. Yeah, we never learn.

As for my favorite Christmas movie, I was torn between Home Alone and Love, Actually, but I had to go with Home Alone. For me, as for many, Home Alone has been a holiday classic – the topping of the tradition – since my childhood. Filled with Christmas spirit, a beautiful soundtrack and a great amount of slapstick humor, it tells the tale of young Kevin, an eight-year-old boy who is so unfortunate to be left alone by his family on Christmas Eve. When two robbers – albeit, failures at that – named Marv and Harry have got their eyes set on Kevin’s house and plan to rob it rotten, Kevin is left to save the house. And that is where the fun part starts.

Warning: If seeing people in enormous amounts of pain somewhat triggers you, this movie is probably not for you. For those who love slapstick humor so much it is borderline sadism, on the other hand; sit back, relax and enjoy!

Seriously, if you are one of those weird aliens who have yet to watch this movie, do so.

10 Things I Always Prioritize Financially:

I just hit a financial reality-check, as most people do in their twenties, that heavily inspired me to get my finances in some of an order. So I put away my credit card, and decided to bring my own lunch to school every day, and just try to keep myself from living in a luxury that I can’t afford.

Even so, given how I am a regular, mediocre human being and carry no willpower whatsoever, there are some things that I am way too irresponsible not to prioritize. So here are ten things I always – always – prioritize financially. Just so you can feel better about yourself, or at the very least, like you’re not alone:

  1. Cinema visits.
    I love going to the movies. Seriously, if you ask me to come along, unless I am sick as all damnation or in another fucking country, there is a 99% chance that I will say yes to come with you. Regardless of my expectations of the movie’s overall quality. I might make inappropriate jokes or start commenting on the complete lack of talent provided by the so-called actors of the movie, if I find it utterly unbearable, but hey – give me some popcorn and a coke and I’ll most likely be reasonably classy about it.

  2. Concerts.
    Ditto. See point one. Same rule applies. It doesn’t matter if I have ever heard of the band or artist, I’ll come along. The best thing: Give me a week, and I will have read up on enough fun facts and lyrics to make it decently through the concert. Here, of course, it helps that I am terrific at remembering song lyrics. I promise you, give me – yes – a week of practice in order to learn all the tracks on one album (eventually, the greatest hits, depending on which kind of concert we’re going to), and you can be about 80% sure that I‘ll know, if not all, then most of the songs by the time the concert starts. Dare me!

  3. Dinners with friends.
    – We all love to eat, and considering I live at home, my parents are nice enough to provide me with free food at any and all times. Even so, when a friend asks me to have dinner (or lunch or breakfast or brunch or coffee), I will come along, regardless of the emptiness of my wallet. Because dinners are fun, and eating new foods is interesting, and the temperature of restaurants and diners are always – always – so insanely perfect and comfy, and sometimes the waiter is cute or at least very, very nice. All in all, it might turn into a really nice experience, and nice experiences are necessary and good for you. See where I’m going with this?

  4. Bus rides.
    Because I don’t always have the fucking energy to walk, even if walking is something that I actually prioritize (usually) as part of my daily routine. Because it’s nice and for as long as the very much Norwegian weather is bearable, it also makes for some refreshment. When it gets too cold, on the other hand, fresh air becomes insanely overrated and I have to resort to simpler terms: The bus. And that is fucking depressing, because I actually hate the bus. It smells, it’s slow as fuck, the bus driver is always rude, and it’s like someone conspired in order to get all the town’s most stupid people into one, small box. But I don’t always particularly like walking either, as it takes me half an hour to walk to ANY PLACE EVER from where I live, as I live far into the fucking woodlands. That’s it, I’m a woodland creature. That explains my lack of filter and social skills.
    Rusty RV

  5. Any sort of shopping involved with any holiday ever invented.
    You should have seen me this past Halloween, where I spent $74 (500 Norwegian kroner) on candy! Right, Anna? Candy that I was going to hand out to kids that came knocking at our door during our Halloween party. Because apparently, I love being a fucking wending machine, all of a sudden! And that’s really weird, considering I don’t even like kids (unless I’m related to them), and Norway hasn’t really caught up on the whole Halloween-thing yet, so by 7pm, we’d had three groups of kids knocking, our party hadn’t started, and that was it. I think my best friend still has some of that candy, to be honest. Unless she ate it all, which I wouldn’t recommend, because it wasn’t particularly tasty either. So I spent a fortune on bad candy. But that’s the conclusion, and just wait until Christmas arrives. That’s my favorite holiday! Mulled wine and gingerbread, purchased in uncountable amounts, here I come!
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  6. Kitchen supplies (and anything you can put in a house in order to make it look productive or just remotely pretty).
    I keep telling myself I’m moving out soon. And in order to do so, one thing I need, is supplies. So I am stocking. I have a bunch of plates, a bunch of squared coffee cups that are just SO 1991, wine glasses that combined cost about three bucks (18 Norwegian Kroner), more glasses, and a lot of convenient kitchen supplies. And some decorations. And these are things I love to buy. It’s like buying clothes, except you don’t have to enter that demeaning, insulting, offensive chamber they call a dressing room. Definitely not passing up that opportunity. And I need it. I mean, I do, right?

  7. Anything that’s vital for my makeup routine.
    I am vain, and is that even a problem when I don’t try to hide it? Some friends may call me a bit extreme in that department, as there are occurrences where I curl my hair just to go to school. I know, I know. Hence, if my concealer is running out (which it is – PANIC), I have to buy a new one. Have to. No exception. This is a flaw, as there is no reason that I actually need this concealer. Except in order not to look tired as fuck and like I remember World War 2 very vividly. It’s not that I think everyone else should use makeup. Not at all. Most women look gorgeous without makeup. I’m just one of those that look like the witch from Snow White post-transformation without it. So what can you do?

    Look at ’em bags, sure ain’t pretty!

  8. Every new Supernatural season as soon as it comes out on DVD.
    Yep, my favorite TV-show. This doesn’t apply to any other TV show but Supernatural, really. Because even if I (oh so legally ofc… not) devour said TV-show on a weekly basis right after it happens to air in the States, I need to own it, to cherish it, to have it physically placed in my shelves, so that I can sneakily glance over to it with a delighted, triumphant smirk on my face, and know that it’s MINE. Therefore, the minute December comes along, I am stalking the local music store until they get it in. Regularly. And when they do…, I absolutely don’t mind spending sixty bucks on it. I actually prefer it. Might possibly suffocate without it. Do I have a problem? Yes. Am I okay with that? Abso-fucking-lutely.

    Hey, there!

  9. Books that I very much desire to read.
    Anyone that has ever visited my book blog (wink-and-nudge), knows that I am a big lover of reading, and therefore, am in deep possession of the not at all elitist view that books make you smarter. Therefore, any purchasing of a book must be good for intellectual health and therefore absolutely, one-hundred percent worth spending money on. Of course. Even if it happens to be scientifically proven that said book provides no actual intelligence whatsoever. Especially then.
    this is sooo me.  lmao

  10. Energy drinks and wine.
    Ah, my beautiful guilty pleasures that I absolutely feel no guilt about whatsoever: Caffeine and alcohol. I am a college student, and since too much coffee makes me nauseous, I need energy drinks in order to function properly. It’s as vital to my college experience as Wikipedia is. I will positively flunk out without it. Hence, it’s necessary and needed. Self-discipline has never been an option. If it had been, I would work out. Pfft, as if. Then there’s the wine, which has likely been in my nature to cherish and devour for everything it entails my entire life, but that I didn’t get the opportunity to enjoy to its full potential until my (cough) eighteenth birthday (because I never drank when underage, did I, Mia?). So that is just a natural need of mine. Like food, or oxygen, or orgasms, or chocolate when I’m on my period. And before this becomes too TMI for WordPress, I decided to end it here.

Have a good night, and if this was a cautionary tale to you: Well, this is what fun, carefree life looks like. And am I sorry? Not even a little bit, not even at all.

30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 11: 5 Amazing Songs.

It’s very difficult for me to pick just five, but I am going to list songs that have mattered to me one way or another over the course of my life.

  1. “The Story” by Brandi Carlile
  2. “Will You Be There?” by Michael Jackson
  3. “I Will Be” by Leona Lewis
  4. “Long Live” by Taylor Swift
  5. “Concrete Angel” by Martina McBride

30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 10: React to the words “Letting Go”.

Okay, I am not gonna blast the Frozen-song…

Letting go for me, means starting a new chapter of my life. I think, essentially, letting go is a good thing. I’ve had many platonic relations in my life, and I grew apart from almost all of them. This has likely made me a very nostalgic person, but I have always also seen the good in those occurrences. For as long as it was fun while it lasted, why try to change my life according to anything but me and my values?

It sounds selfish, and I in no way mean everything has a reason, but I do believe that if you grow apart from someone, it is meant to be that way. And don’t get me wrong, there aren’t many people with whom I’ve been friends, about whom I have many mean words to say. Fact is, I hardly have any at all. It just didn’t last.

Some I’ve grown apart from due to choices of education. Why should I change my life for people who won’t naturally become a part of my future as well as my present?

This was my little philosophy lesson for you for today.

Have a good one.

I might see you…?

“It is she who holds her tongue who gets her man.”

I have been watching Disney-movies my entire life. Whenever I want to watch a movie, but don’t really have any specific idea in regards to which, I more than often enough end up watching an old Disney-movie of some kind. The movies still make me laugh and cry – sometimes simultaneously – and the songs – my god, the songs – are catchy as fuck.

So the other day, I came over Ursula’s song from The Little Mermaid, called “Poor, Unfortunate Souls”, and some of the lyrics hit a nerve with me, just because of how fucking right they tend to be.

See for yourself:

I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty
They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch

I should find that nowadays
I’ve mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light and made a switch
True? Yes.

And I fortunately know a little magic
It’s a talent that I always have possessed
And here lately, please don’t laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, lonely and depressed, pathetic

Poor, unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to get thinner
That one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed!
Poor, unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, “Spells, Ursula, please!”
And I help them!
Yes, I do.

Now, it’s happened once or twice
Someone couldn’t pay the price
And I’m afraid I had to rake ’em ‘cross the coals
Yes, I’ve had the odd complaint
But on the whole, I’ve been a saint
To those poor, unfortunate souls

Have we got a deal?

Ariel: But if I become human, I’ll never be with my father or sisters again?

Ursula: But you’ll have your man (laughs). Life’s full of tough choices, innit? (laughs) Oh, and there is one more thing: We haven’t discussed the subject of payment.

Ariel: But I don’t have…

Ursula: I’m not asking much, just a token, really, a trifle. What I want is – your voice.

Ariel: But without my voice, how can I?

Ursula: You’ll have your looks! Your pretty face, and don’t underestimate the power of – body language! Hah!

The men up there don’t like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore!
Yes, on land it’s much preferred
for ladies not to say a word
And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
Come on! They’re not all that impressed with conversation!
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
And a lady who’s withdrawn
It’s she who holds her tongue who gets her man

Come on, you poor, unfortunate souls
Go ahead!
Make your choice!
I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day
It won’t cost much
Just your voice!

You poor, unfortunate soul
It’s sad, but true
If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet
You’ve got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll!
Flotsam, Jetsam, now I’ve got her, boys
The boss is on a roll!
This poor, unfortunate soul!


30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 9: Tell Us About An Interesting Documentary You Have Watched.

While I love watching movies and reading, for some reason, I am not that invested in documentaries. I can probably name on one hand the documentaries I have watched through and through, but one of them really stuck with me. It was called Stonewall Uprising and was made in 2010. It accounts for the events of the Stonewall riot that took place in New York, June 1969.

For those of you who have never heard of the Stonewall riots, it was a series of demonstration by the gay community of New York. Specifically, they rioted against the police and the anti-homosexual legal system that had been enforced back then. Among others, the rules entailed laws against homosexuals socializing within society in plenty forms, and denied them of free education on equal basis with straight people.

Within months after the riots, the first LGBT-organizations came to rise.

It is worth a watch and can be found on the Internet somewhere.

30 Day Blog Challenge – Day 8: Discuss Something You’ve Read Online and Link to It.

I am going to alter this question to suit my interests a little bit better, and not post a link, and rather discuss something about the overall Internet that annoys the fucking shit out of me: Comment sections!

Or rather, people on comment sections. Comment sections in and of themselves are nothing if not a tool created to promote freedom of speech, however, and this is a big however, the people commenting abuses this ability to promote their bigoted and narrow-minded agenda.

Here is a challenge for you: Find a comment sections with comments that do not in any shape or form include one of the following tropes:

1. Comparing people to Hitler/the Nazis for not supporting their general cause.
2. Calling someone a communist for reasons stated in #1.
3. Drawing absurd associations between someone’s opinion/the actual article being commented on, and the latest terror attacks that have occurred in the country in which the article was written – usually just to promote their own hateful agenda rather than doing this out of compassion – even if the two have nothing at all whatsoever to do with each other.
4. Blaming Muslims for absolutely everything. Including their own stupidity, probably.
5. Death threats and/or rape threats.
6. Endless list of sexist and/or homophobic remarks.
7. Stating of inaccurate historical “facts”.

Basically, the comment sections of the Internet are go-to groups for people to be the most awful, horrendous, immature, whiny version of themselves possible. The constructive comment is a rarity – if seen at all – in these sections, and if it occurs, it is shot down and ridiculed by other commenters, usually in an even cruder manner if the commenter in question happens to be female.

If there is anything in this world that makes me question humanity, it’s reading Internet comment sections.