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(no subject) [Jul. 24th, 2005|06:17 pm]
ever tried getting home from harmless holidays in another country, only to find that you have about two weeks to get all your stuff ready, to move into a different country leaving everything else behind?

you should, it's fun.

andrew goes norrrwwaaayyyyy and finally joins his fellow crazy norwegians. in, yeah, about two weeks.
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(no subject) [Jul. 11th, 2005|10:29 pm]
i'm aliiiive

and i'm off to corfu that's greece via bari that's italy and then i might go to vienna or kopenhagen or hamburg i don't know yet but anyway i'm going

and maybe i finally move to norway as well we'll see what the letter tells me on july 20th

and i've packed Burroughs and Bazin to read, one to entertain and the other to strain myself to sleep, which one does what i do not know yet

and i've compiled an 8 1/2 hour playlist for the train and ferry rides

and i'm alive though i'm probably still putting far too much thought into being alive and life in general
living is an art, and art is nice!

love to those who know me a little beyond mere acquaintanceship, there are few left.
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(no subject) [Jun. 21st, 2005|05:37 pm]
i bought into it

i'm showing my toes for summer

but sandals are still way out of question!

i got some sort of ... leather flip flops

it's not as bad as it sounds

and less interesting of course
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(no subject) [Jun. 14th, 2005|08:16 am]
When you wake up
Feelin old
At this piano filled with souls
Some strange purse
Stuffed nervous with gold
Can you be where you want to be?

Walk down any street
You can find
Look at any clock telling time
Sing some strange verse
From some strange song of vines
And youll be where you want to be

I know I can't sing
Until she brings the song to life
And I blend with kings
Id never change a thing

Who knows anything
I don't know
There are so many things
I must leave alone
Some strange person is calling you their home
Can you be where you want to be?

Can you be
Where you want to be?
Can you be
Where you want to be?
Can you be
Where you want to be?

Wilco, When You Wake Up Feeling Old.
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(no subject) [Jun. 5th, 2005|12:58 pm]
les films sont plus harmonieux que
la vie. Il n'ya pas d'embouteillages
dans les films, pas de temps morts.
Les films avancent comme des trains,
tu comprends, comme des trains dans
la nuit. Des gens comme toi, comme
moi, on est fait pour être heureux
dans le travail, dans notre travail
de cinéma.
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(no subject) [Jun. 4th, 2005|02:50 pm]
two sides
i'm voting for yours
this day was made for threes,
this day was made for fours

moments of moments of moments
with eyes like summer shade
parading down the avenue
keeping calm while watching you

the trick is to keep quiet
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(no subject) [May. 2nd, 2005|10:45 pm]
what a fucking day

went to bed late yesterday, got up early today
working on a paper
then my dad arriving home again from hospital
him (understandably, but regretfully) grumpy and bitter, nothing is right
my mum totally stressed out
i try to level out
then leave for university
lots of blahs and blehs and hot air
think i fell asleep once
it didn't make much sense anyway
then went for a drink with the finest girl in town
it was good conversation
but not more
though i did save her from caterpillar attack.

now i'm home and there's more parental stress
of the unusual sort

and i drink coffee and listen to a new ryan adams record

and this guy can yell and shout, can make his strings buzz

gotta be nice to know how to yell and shout like that
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(no subject) [Apr. 25th, 2005|12:41 pm]
actually, regarding my happy happy outburst yesterday, i take it all back.

should've guessed, couldnt've been that easy.

rules are: i need to have lived in norway for two consecutive years in the period of the last five years. sooooo

i'm back where i started

except that i do have the possibility to get a bachelor up north and finish a master somewhere else
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(no subject) [Apr. 24th, 2005|06:08 pm]
today, andrew who has spent every month since starting university last october wondering how the hell he's gonna get out of his parents house, how to earn money to pay rent and to study without having to stay at university for 10+ years, and feeling like shit every day for not being able to do so, envying every little bastard who gets everything paid by parents, has found out that NORWAY, the nation that his passport tells him he comes from, not only gives out student loans and grants of about 1000 euro a month to students of norwegian universities, but to norwegian students at ANY UNIVERSITY ABROAD. ANY - which means, not only do i have the possibility to STAY in basel when my 'rents move back up north, but also to berlin, to barcelona, to bologna, to WHEREVER THE FUCK I WANT TO GO. WHEREVER. so you have to excuse the following outburst, but try to imagine how you'd feel if you'd find out that you could have avoided 12 months (i cannot apply until next october) of shit at home, you could've gained incredibly more interesting times with city life in shared flats, if you'd FILLED OUT A FUCKING FORM.



update: mp3 recording of my insane laughter deleted, as it could be used against me as a proof for my insanity.
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(no subject) [Apr. 24th, 2005|03:40 pm]
"look at this crowd, all joy and smiles. don't they have any problems to attend to?"
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