I looked through all of these Marketing articles to find something usefull for my bachelorthesis. I didn´t.

While I was at the library I found a book called “The Book of Lies,” got very excited, but then discovered that it was just a normal book with white pages and black letters. (Don´t really know what else I expected…)

Then I decided to finally eat the peanuts&fruits-bag I had been saving since forever, only to realize that there was no salt on them! That´s like….. not even worth finding a comparison to!

Before all this I spent three hours doing nothing on the internet while I should have been paying attention in class, before I met my bachelorgroup to start writing, only to find out that I had forgotten my mac-charger, and I had allready spent all the battery on meaningless online activities (read: facebook), so I couldn´t get any work done. 

That´s when I decided to look through every single Marketing article in the library instead….

The last couple of days I have had no motivation, no will, no energy, no strength, no interests of  doing any work… I´ve just been tired and feeling like a failure for not being able to just sit down and do what I am supposed to be doing! All of these disappointments were just making me feel even worse.

But then! Turning point!

My roommates came into my room last evening, we sat and chatted for a while, and then Bobby asked if me and Maggie wanted to come with him and his girlfriend to the cinema. At first I thought no, but then he told me which movie they were going to see. “Alice in Wonderland.” Yes, yes, yes, yes! I have been wanting to see this movie since forever, and finally I had the opportunity! I don´t know why I haven´t gone before, but as I mentioned I haven´t been able to do anything lately. 

I had no idea if this would turn out to be a good movie or not, and another disappointment would have been very disappointing. As it turned out, I have not enjoyed a movie this much in my whole life… I´ve always been a fan of disney, with the whole Disney collection of classics on dvds back home, and this story I´ve heard and seen over and over again since I was three years old. And now, to see it in 3D, with all of those wonderful colours, it was just amazing.

Avatar can go to bed, Alice is the 3D-shit!

Yeah!

This movie somehow managed to make me think about all the things I really want to do in my life… This had nothing to do with Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter, he was just a supporting character. The Red Queen, and The White Queen, the cat!! Brilliant!

… And it somehow made me want to move to Oslo. But we´ll see about that. Right now I am just going to finish my bachelorthesis, and the rest of my bachelordegree. Write the business plan I am doing for Gründerskolen so I can go to Singapore. And wait for Chris to come visit Trondheim Rock City this weekend! Yes!

I just have to be this gb for a little while longer....

... before I can be this gb again!

When some people are single, they pretend to be ok with that. Like, who needs a relationship? Relationships suck. When you´re alone you can do whatever you want, with whoever you want, whenever you want.

If you want to move to a different country, that´s ok. If you want to make out with random people, that´s ok. If you want to do a lapdance on a guy you just met in a bar in Munich, that´s ok. 

And you walk around pretending that being single is great, while you are secretly considering every person you meet as a potential soul mate. But as most people know, it´s when you are looking for someone you don´t meet anyone. You end up in a countless number of imaginary relationships, before you finally give up. (Imaginary relationships are when you think you are almost in a relationship, and the other person turns out to have a very different point of view.)

You´ve given up on relationships, and you know that this is a bad time for getting into one anyway, since you´re  for example leaving town and not really planning on coming back. And at this time, the bad time, a person shows up on your door at 3 in the morning, with a plan of becoming your soul mate.

This person turns out to be a great one, and all of a sudden you are in a relationship. A matter of problems occur:

1. What about all of the other persons you are flirting with? All of the sudden you are somebody else´s imaginary relationship!

2. You are moving out of town. Should you tell him? Or wait and see, maybe you´ll change your mind and not move out of town…

3. Is this really what you want? Is this person really the one, or have you just given up on waiting for Mr. Right?

4. Does this person have to be “the one” at all? Is it ok to just be with “the one of many to come” instead?

5. How long can a person wait before removing their status on facebook as single?

6. Is it really a good idea to write all of this in a blogpost?

I know the answer to the last one; probably not. Many things I do turn out to be bad ideas…
Dance on a ping-pong table: Bad idea.
Go skiing: Bad idea.
Play basketball: Bad idea.
Study economy: Bad idea. 

While I am writing all of this, I keep hearing the same song over and over again in my head. “What´s love got to do, got to do with it…?” And that reminds me that I was telling one of my friends that I was not so sure I was moving from Trondheim because of this person I met. And he replied, “Yeah, that´s what love can do to you…”

Love?! What? Who said anything about love?!?

I agree with Tina Turner. What´s love got to do with it? …  I´m just having a good time, and that might be the answer to some of my questions above. 

I am just having a good time, and that´s ok.

So I´ll stop hearing Tina Turner in my head, and switch over to Queens “Don´t stop me now.”

• Gunn
• Gunnis
• Guri
• G
• Gestapo
• Gunnleif
• Gummi
• Kriemhild 
• Gull
• The-girl-who-fell-of-a-ping-pong-table
• Gb
• Gulla
• Gugget
• G-unit
• Gullars
• Gønnern
• Gullbjørk
• Ariel
• Gunnabo
• Himelea
• Ulla
• Ullabritt
• Gestapo
• Maria Marmelade
• Gunnar
• Gubba
• Vesla

 I like my names.  

 Not sure if I want this name on my bachelordiploma though….

gb: Who are you?
Beer-allergy: Your worst nightmare.

Beer-allergy: I’m sorry I got you into this gb.
gb: No you’re not.

Beer-allergy: Now, go my son. Leave me.
gb: No, you’re coming with me. I won’t leave you here. I’ve got to save you!
Beer-allergy: [smiles] You already have, gb. You were right. You were right about me… Tell your sister… you were right…
gb: Beer-allergy, I won’t leave you.

gb: So when do we do this?
The Beer-allergy: It all depends. When do you want to die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?
gb: How about tonight, bitch?
The Beer-allergy: Splendid. Where?

So what does a beer-loving person do when she realizes that she is allergic to beer?

Nothing.

It is no good trying to escape you. But I’m glad. I cannot tell you how glad. Come along! It is plain that we were meant to go together. We will go, and may the others find a safe road!

Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit.

Evidence #1

Evidence #2

Evidence #3

Evidence #4

Awesome!

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Having an affair can be stressful because you never know if the other person involved is going to get attached to you. You just want to have an intimate encounter and nothing else. 

A great thing about this Discreet Dating Community For Married People is that there is no cost to join. You can check it out, see if you like it, and then begin contacting married people for secret intimate encounters.

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Press here if you want to have an affair with a married person? Seriously?

And, song of the week:

Bon Iver - Skinny Love

(for real, this is great…)

This will not be me.

My last boyfriend never became jealous. Ahhh, I got so mad at him for never being jealous. I once kissed another guy in front of him, just to get a tiny jealous reaction. Nothing! He just looked at me and said; “GB - you are drunk, lets get you home…”

(And then I think I may have dumped him for not getting jealous.)

Sometimes I want to blog, but I´ m too tired. I could drink coffee in order to be able to update my blog more often, but then again, I like to think that I don´t drink coffee. 

I don´t drink coffee.

I had a discussion about this with my niece a couple of weeks ago. She asked me if I was a grown-up, because I didn´t act like one. I answered her that I´m not sure. Then she asked me if I drank coffee. I said no, and she replied that since I don´t drink coffee I´m not a grown-up.

That´s the definition.

And that was fine by me, untill I started facing the fact that I´ve been drinking quite an amount of coffee lately. I´ve been drinking lattes since I started working at a coffeeshop called “Café Latte” when I was 16, but come on, if I didn´t drink lattes while working there, it would be like working for Burger King without eating hamburgers. In my opinion, lattes do not count as coffee. It´s just coffee-flavoured milk. Not that there is anything wrong with drinking coffee-flavoured milk…

The last time I was at home I made statement to my sister, claiming that “Gosh, I drink coffee every day when I have classes at school.” But then it came to my mind that I only have classes on wednesdays, so it´s not really a big deal.

Every wednesday  morning I go to my Business-english class, and the moment our teacher looks at the time and tells us to have a break, I look at my french buddies, they look at me, and we don´t even have to say the words. Cafeteria. Coffee. Now.

Since I started this coffee-tradition with the french guys I´ve accepted several offers to drink coffee. I just say says. 

Grown-up or not grown-up… The point is that I can do magic.

Look at me, I´m creative and drinking latte!

If you wait for more than an hour at the hospital you get the meeting with the doctor for free. 

FYI.

(I had an appointment at 09:00 to get the results for my MRI back. At 11.45 I got to see a doctor. I like waiting. That´s ok. She calls me in to her office, and I sit down. And the doctor asks: “So, what seems to be the problem?” ……… What? Whaaat? What seems to be the problem??? YOU are the problem. You keep me waiting for 3 hours, and you don´t even know that my knee is injured. I told her that I am here to get the results from my MRI. And I smiled. I don´t mind doctors that don´t know anything.”MRI? What MRI?” She starts looking through her papers, and then trough all the folders on her computer. “No, sorry I can´t find any MRI-results.” What? Whaaaat? I stopped smiling. I stopped smiling, and made som suggestions on where she could look for them. Out in the mailbox. In the office next door. In the hospital reception.”Ok, I´ll look for them, but you will have to wait for a while, because it´s time for the next patient now.”

Half an hour later a different doctor comes in, and she found my MRI-results. “So, you´re ligament is torn, and your meniscus is ripped. Here you have the MRI-cd, and we will send you an appointment for a meeting with a surgeon. Good bye!” …. I mentioned that maybe I should have physiotherapy as well. “Ohhh, yes of course you need physiotherapy,” she replied before she gave me a referral and walked me out.)

At least I didn´t have to pay.