Well, if you must ask:

Just kidding, it wasn't that bad.

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... fighting dragons with you!

Firstly, I'd like to apologise for the extremely cheesy Taylor Swift lyric, but if you think about it, it's way too accurate to not use it in this blog post.

I can't believe that this will (most likely) be the last post I write in this room. In this city. I don't really know what to feel. Is ugh a feeling? If so, that's probably what I'm feeling. But not the usual "I didn't do too good on that test"-ugh. It's the kind of ugh you feel when the life you've known for a year is about to be taken away from you, shattered at your feet. The kind of ugh where you're left alone with broken pieces only you're able to pick up and put back together. The kind of ugh that forces you to move on and start over. UGH!

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I remember when I first found out that I was going to spend my year abroad in Lincoln, Nebraska. I was rather upset, because inn all honesty, I'd never even heard about the place before. I had pictured myself on a beach in Southern California, or living it up in uptown New York or something. Not spending my year in the middle of nowhere. When I first arrived here, in the beginning of August last year, I really didn't know what to expect. I had done some research, of course, so corn fields were no surprise. Luckily, I'm one of those people who fall pretty easily in love with things. And places. And people. And this time was no different. I think I fell in love with Southwest first, and I don't really know why that is, it just sort of happened. Then I started to meet all of these incredible people, and things were great and lovely and splendid. However, it wasn't until Christmas time came around that I really started to find my people. I'm so grateful that I decided to get involved with theatre, because chances are I wouldn't have met half of my friends if I didn't spend countless hours, including most of my Christmas holiday in the black box, props room, auditorium and scene shop.

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There have been billions of people, millions of years, and infinite moments. And yet, we have crossed paths with those special people in that special place. Somehow, we ended up together. The sheer unlikelihood of our meetings makes them even more significant...

So, my darlings, this goes out to you, and all the wonderful memories you have helped me create. From silly group chats that made me lose half of my night's sleep at times, to all the snapchats we have sent and screenshotted of each other. To the laughs, the tears, frustrations, and to all our little adventures together. A lot of it may have seemed insignificant at the time, but in retrospect, all the little things are what made my year here in Lincoln complete.

Ultimately, out of all the places I've built a life in so far, Lincoln is my favourite. I've fallen in love with this city, with the school, but most of all, I've fallen in love with the people. Words cannot possibly describe how grateful I am to have all of you in my life, and please promise me that you'll never, ever leave. I know it's going to be hard being on the opposite side of the world from each other, but I believe that we can do it. If you promise me that, I promise that I will come visit you guys from time to time, so I can cry some more at airports because, if you know me, you'll know that's one of my favourite things to do...

I wish we could have more time together, that this whole adventure of mine can be prolonged, but as for now, this is "The End" (of some things.) To quote one of my favourite authors: "What a slut time is. She screws everybody." (John Green, The Fault in Our Stars) And that, my dear friends, is probably the truest of all truths. Also, this is what happens when you go around making homes out of people. You'll get terribly homesick. Ugh.

I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You guys gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.

(ty Claire for making me look tan, ily <3)

Again, thank you. It's been grand.

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Okay so you all know that prom happened last weekend, cause you've all seen the pictures on Facebook, so I don't see any reason whatsoever for posting them here buuuut here you go:

Liv & Matthew ~Me & Brady ~ Liz & Grant ~ Sophie & Trey ~ Maddie & Michael ~ Melissa & Jake ~ Sam & Annaliese ~ Amy & Bridger ~ Wyatt & Claire

Liz ~ Liv ~ Me ~ Sophie ~ Melissa ~ Maddie ~ Annaliese ~ Claire

A big thank you to everyone who helped make my night an unforgettable one. I had so much fun at the salon with Holly, who did my hair and make-up, and the rest of her crew, who did all sorts of things in order to get me ready for prom! And I got to spend the night with some of my best friends, and I am so grateful. I love you. I really do.

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It's April. Woah.

Spring is my favourite time of year because it usually means temperamental weather. One second it's all sunny and nice, and the next it's pouring rain and thunder and lightning and everything that reminds you that you're alive. And flowers. And nature. And wow everything is so alive and beautiful and every time I go outside I feel like it's just simply impossible to be sad or angry or upset.

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The past couple of weeks I've been pretty busy doing costumes for our Spring musical, Anything Goes. Although I've gotten a minimal amount of sleep, and have had to spend my weekends at school, I've enjoyed every second of it. It's been a pleasure to work with such an amazing cast and crew, and some of the people are so talented I swear I have no clue how they do it. I am so incredibly grateful to have gotten the opportunity to work with them, and it's been so much fun to be a part of their family. I love you all, bubbas, and I'm going to miss youa lot. Again, thank you for the memories <3 It's true what my mum said, I'm very lucky to have had the chance to experience all of this, all of you.

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Springtime also means Easter. And just like any other holiday here in the U.S. everything is very commercial, and the shops are packed with Easter eggs and Easter bunnies and flowers and pastel and sweets. Not that I'm complaining, I love having an excuse to eat candy.

Other than that, life is pretty swell. I'm trying to enjoy my last days here in Lincoln, and my schedule for May is already pretty filled with road trips and graduation partied and a visit from Dad and adventures.

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(If you don't try and sing the title, I'm judging you)

I've been here for 230 days. 230 insane days filled with laughter, tears, happiness, anger, love, hate, life. I always talk about how I don't want to leave this place, and how much I'm going to miss some of the people I've met. And I just now realised that I never really mention anything about missing all my lovely Norwegians. And that I can't wait to see you again. And, believe it or not, but I get to see you in about 90 days. That's a two digit number, you guys. Asdfghjkl(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I feel as if I was standing at my gate at the airport a minute ago, then I blinked and now I'm sitting here, blogging at half past midnight. And if I blink again, I'm going to be standing in the arrival hall in the same airport hugging my mum. And Charlie. And, to be honest, I can't wait. I'm looking forward to that day more than I'm looking forward to going to California. And I'm actually pretty excited about the whole California thing!

I don't know where I'm going with this post, I just wanted to let you all know that I miss you all quite terribly.

Sorry for the lack of pictures, but I'm really bad at it and I'll upload some eventually, I swear.


Also known as the coldest month in Nebraska (according to my Creative Writing teacher), and it has been a cold month indeed.Woah is this ametaphor, who knows?Anyways, I haven't really been doing much lately, and for various reasons. You see, in between bunches of homework and emotional breakdowns, you don't really have time to do anything.

I did celebrate my Birthday though. Kind of. I really missed the (probably extravagant) birthday party my mum and my friends would have thrown me, and turning 18? Well, I still laugh hysterically whenever I remember the fact that I'm technically an adult.

I did go out with Maddie and Brady, but we didn't really do anything special, and my birthday didn't really feel like my birthday. Not that I didn't have fun or anything, but it was.. I don't really know, whatever.

The birthday gurl. Eighteen HAHAHAAHAHAHHA

Eye had caek it wuz soooh.. medicore. Just kidding, the cake was good.

Mother's Day in Norway came and went, and I spent the day being sorry that I couldn't be with my mum and bake her a cake and give her flowers. Or pretend that I did those things...

Valentine's Day in America is really commercial, just like any other public holiday, and I'm not sure if I like it that much, because I feel like the pressure takes away from the pleasure. Even though I do like chocolate, and getting cute handmade cards from some of my friends was really nice, and it made me forget how insignificant I am for a little while.

It's less than 100 days until I leave this place, and that thought follows me where ever I go. It haunts me. Last night, having kind of panicky thoughts about saying goodbye to everything and everyone, I asked Claire what the hell I'm going to do without her when I leave. Because I feel as if all of this is just going to be another of those stories when I go. That when this chapter is written, I will write no more of any of this place or these people. But Claire, being the incredible person she is, simply replied "Skype, baby girl."

And YES YAS YA. Skype is a wonderful thing. And Claire is right. I've found that Claire is right when it comes to a lot of things.. We can write more chapters, and if we have to do some of them through Skype, okay. Fine. Great! Because that means our story isn't over, and hopefully it won't be until we're old and grey and bitter.

In their natural habitat.

I've recently seen how, sometimes, people is all you need. It's kind of weird, but I've become very close friends with some very astonishing people in a very short period of time. Sometimes, fast friends can end up being the best friends. It's ironic really, because I would never in a million years have said that two years ago. But look at me now!

Woweewow lunch at the dub ft. Madison Nicole ~~

Also this happened the other day. Ask Wyatt for a detailed description of my reaction.

I'm really scared of leaving Lincoln, and my people behind. I'm more scared of going back, than I was when I was leaving my hometown. I think it's because I knew that when I return, things will be more or less the same. People will still be the same people, and life will be what it was before I left. It was guaranteed that I would go back when I departed that airport on that early July morning. It was guaranteed that I would go back. Leaving Lincoln without that same guarantee of going back is so scary and sad and I wish I could just put my favourite Norwegians on a plane, and force them to move to this city. And I would force them to love the city because I love it, and I could show them all of my favourite places and they could meet all my favourite Americans and I could have all my favourite people in one place.


I was going to write this really deep and heartfelt post, but I just don't know how to start it. So I don't really know why I'm even writing this, and whatnot idk whatever I guess.

I just want to let you all know that I really appreciate these three people (ignore me, ok thanks):

And all the wonderful, pointless, great, horrible, weird, awesome conversations we have. Over the past month or so, they've grown to become three of the most important people in my life, and I honestly don't know what I did with my life before I met them, and I don't think I'll ever be able to live without them. *cries hysterically as I realise that I have to someday*

Claire, Wyatt and Brady, I love you.


... of a 365 page long book, write a good one."

El oh el, NO.

It doesn't have to be a new year for you or anyone else to start over. You have the choice of starting over every minute of your life. You're not going to see changes in your life unless you go out there and do something to make those changes. Nothing good is ever going to happen if you sit inside your house wishing for your miserable life to be better. Good things does NOT come to those who wait, it comes to the people who go out and earn it.

And for those wondering, I had a nice Christmas. It was kind of weird, but yeah.. Spent a lot of my holiday at school doing tech stuff for theatre, but it's okay because I get to be with amazing people, and I love being with amazing people. I hope you Norwegians have fun at school tomorrow; I'm off until the 6th. Haaaah!


Happy 2014, and may the odds be ever in your favour. ...Wait, what?


Hello, I'm still alive. I've been so busy with theatre and moving and new family and everything wonderful lately, sooo no blog posts. But here's one. Be happy, because I am!

As some of you might know, I recently changed my host family. I'm not going to post anything about why I moved, but if you're curious, feel free to ask me privately, and I'll answer you as best as I can. I'm now living with the amazing Pedersen's. Mum and dad are Heather and Troy, and my lovely host siblings are Lars and Louisa. I also have three dogs named Serena, Lefse and Lucy, plus three cats, Jockster, Indigo and Poppy, and I love them all because I love all aminals!!!!11 I'm so lucky that the Pedersen's decided to host me, I already feel like I'm part of their family, after less than two weeks!

Moving on.. I was on props crew for Southwest's Christmas play, "Yes Virginia, There is a Santa Claus!" and that was so much fun you guys, and I'm kind of sad that it's over, but I'm also on crew for the Winter musical, more fun stuff YAY! I've also met some really amazing people through theatre, and I already love them and I want to hug them and squeeze them and never ever leave them :((

Pictures from the last decade(?):

Merry Christmassss xx


We have these images inside of our heads that things will go a certain way. Sometimes those things don't turn out the way we want them to, it doesn't turn out the way we had pictured, it goes wrong, the perfect image we've created inside gets destroyed, and the only option we have left to do is pick up the pieces and move on. It's better to walk away and be a disappointment once, than stay and continiously disappoint those around you. It's also very dangerous to believe that a person is more than a person. That someone is capable of more, being better, being that pretty picture you have molded in your mind.

And in the moments you just need your mum or your best friend, but you can't have that, those moments are going to be very hard. And heartbreaking. And tragic. And your mascara will move from your lashes, down over your cheekbones, and eventually drip from your chin onto your lap. And all you can do is sit there and stare blankly into the room.

That being said, I want you to know that I'm okay. And even if I'm not, I will be soon enough. Please don't worry, and don't feel guilty for not keeping in touch with me, because it's not your fault, but mine. If you have any questions at all, feel free to ask, and I'll reply as best as I possibly can.


Marte asked:

Koss e familien din, kan du fortell litt om dem?
How's your host family, can you tell us about them?

I'm in the process of changing host family, so I don't know yet!

Koss e det ha fag p et anna sprk?
How's it like to have classes in a different language?

As most of you know, I pretty much mastered the whole English thing before I came here, except in my charming British accent. I love having all my classes in English, and can't wait until I get to University, hopefully somewhere in England!

Koss e folk neddi der?
How are people like in America?

Very friendly, pretty easy to talk to, especially once I tell them I'm from Norway. Other than that, they have a very different clothing style than what I'm used to seeing, and they somehow can't seem to understand my sarcasm at times.

Koss bli du behandla p skolen? e det flere utvekslingsstudenta som gr p samme skolen?
How are you treated at school? Are there more exchange students in the same school?

People at Southwest are so incredibly nice and helpful! They're also quite curious about Norway and everything. The teachers are super nice as well. I can't even describe how much I've grown to love this school! And there are four more exchange students, two from Spain, one from Sweden, and one from Chile.

Har du mang kule venna?
Do you have a lot of cool friends?

I wouldn't say I have a ton, but I've never been the girl to have 9834275983274958 friends anyway. But the ones I do have are the most amazing people ever. I love hanging out with them on the weekends, also, my circle of friends is growing wider one person at a time.

E det nnn gutta som har prvd s p d?
Any boys that have made a move on you?

Sadly, no. Hahaha, JK. But no, I haven't noticed anyone paying any extra attention to me or anything. Maybe boys do things differently around here by not talking to you at all? x))

Synes du at du sjl bli forandra av miljet der?
Do you think that you're changing by the different environment?

As much as I'd like to say no, I know that that'd be a lie. We're all constantly changing, by the people we meet, the things we see, and the environment around us. It's impossible for me to say that I have not changed a bit since I came here. And I try to embrace that change, and just naturally let it happen. One year from now, I won't be the same person I was when I left, but that doesn't mean that I will be completely different. I still love the same things I used to before I came here, I've just added more stuff (and people) to the list!

Koss bli du kjent med folk? e det dem som tar initiativ?
How do you get to know people? Are they the ones to take the initiative to talk to you?

I can be a very shy person when I'm put in a new environment with new people, the trick is to not let it get to you. I've been extremely lucky and made most of my friends in my classes, which can be hard because in most classes you don't really interact with other students. Some take initiative to come talk to me, but being an exchange student, you usually can't rely on others to make friends. You have to take initiative to go up and talk to people.

Har det skjedd n flaut neddi der som du vil fortell om?
Anything embarassing happened since you arrived that you want to tell us?

I can't really think of anything on the top of my head. There probably has, I just can't remember it. Luckily, I'm not easily embarrassed.

Koss dato kjm du heim igjen?
What date are you back home?

Expect me back in Norway around the 10th of June. (I think)

Km e den venn som str d nermest av dem amerikanske vennan din?
Who of your American friends do you consider yourself the closest to?

This is a very hard question to answer, because I believe that to have a certain closeness one must have known each other for a bit longer OR getting the other person to know a lot about you in a short amount of time. I have experienced neither so far, but knowing me, that'll change in a couple of months.

Kan du lag ei videodagbok fra en dag i USA? bare film litt og sett sammen s vi fr sj liksom?
Can you make a vlog from one day in the US? Just record a little and edit it so that we can see?

I've been thinking about doing this ever since I came here, and I've never done it. Maybe since you asked, I'll do it some day. If I remember to record...

Aleksandra asked:

Hvordan er det g p skole i utlandet?
How's it like going to school abroad?

It's absolutely amazing. I love my school, the people, the classes, everything! I wouldn't trade it for the world!

Hvordan er det med karakterer?
How is it like with grades and everything?

A through F where A is the best, and F is failing. Then there's the percentage.
A = 100%-90%
B = 89%-80%
C = 79%-70%
D = 69%-60%
F = 59%->
(I think)

Er det slik at man fr drligere karakterer enn i Norge?
Do you tend to get badder grades than in Norway?

The exact opposite. I have better grades than what I've ever had in Norway. But everything is a lot easier here though.

Er det mye lekser slik at du har lite fritid?
Do you have a lot of homework, causing you to have little free time?

I have yet to experience this, so no. I have plenty of time to do whatever I want to and still get my homework done every night.

Hanna wrote:

Har du det bra?
Are you okay?

Right now, with the situation I'm in, things are kind of hard, but overall, I'm doing fine!

E det som forventa s langt?
Everything as expected so far?

I honestly don't know what my expectations were before I came here, sooo..

E du glad for at du for?
Are you happy that you left?

Why, yes I am. Although I miss people back in Norway sometimes, things here are good, and I have no regrets whatsoever for leaving.

Har du opplevd n crazy banana s langt?
Experienced anything crazy so far?

Roca was pretty scary. I don't know if it was crazy enough to mention, but oh well.. Other than that, things have been pretty uneventful... JK, went to John Mayer last night. WOWOWOWOWOOW!!!!!!!!!

E det mang fine gutta der?
Are there many hot guys there?

In my opinion no, but the ones that are hot are wayyy hot, and I'm okay with that! Haha

Kan du send heim en til m?
Can you send one in the post to Norway?

I don't know how the boy would feel about that. Maybe if he gives me his consent.

Ska du feir halloween?
Are you going to celebrate Halloween?

Read about my Halloween celebration more in one of the questions below!

Ka ska du kle d ut som?
What are you gonna dress up as?

Didn't dress up.

Har dokk snn homecoming?
Do you guys have Homecoming?

Yes, we do. I think it was in September sometime. I did go, and it was nothing like in the films. But I got to wear a dress, so I'm not complaining.

Ka savne du mest i norge av ting og mat og snn?
What do you miss the most about Norway?

MY PEOPLE! OH MY HOW I MISS MY PEOPLE I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN IT'LL BE SOON I PROMISE. Other than that I miss my Mum's cooking, aaaand my favourite candy and Norwegian milk chocolate of course.

Ka e egentlig en grow-a-boyfriend?
What exactly is a "grow-a-boyfriend"?

OMG, what a great question. I was randomly popping into this sweet shop near my school not long after I arrived in Lincoln, and I found this weird toy thingy in the shape of a naked boy that grows to five times its size when you put it in water for some hours. I laughed so hard the cashier asked me what was wrong, I replied "nothing" before casually making my way towards the doors thinking "only in America..."

Do you love me?

Yes, chummy, I do I do I do! I love you to the moon and back <3

Sigrun asked:

Koss har folk behandla d? E dem imtekommende?
How have people treated you? Are they welcoming?

People are SO kind. I mention that a lot, but it's so true. They're very welcoming, at least the people I've met, and they treat me like one of their own.

Koss forskjella e det p skolen der og i Norge?
What are the differences between school in the US and school in Norway?

Easier classes. Less free time in between classes. Six minutes, plus a thirty minute lunch tucked somewhere in there. School is more formal. We address our teacher by Ms, Mr, or Mrs. followed by their last name. There are stricter rules on how to dress which nobody seems to actually care about. When we have fire drills, they always makes sure to tell us beforehand, so the whole point about fire drils are just gone. Go figure. And then we have the school spirit. GO HAWKSSSS!

Koss e maten? Savne du norsk mat?
How's the food? Do you miss Norwegian food?

Faaaast food full of fat. JK, the food is decent. I do not like the school lunches at all, so I always bring my own (or head out to Jimmy John's with Sami when we're feeling extra cool). I don't particularly miss Norwegian food, but I do miss my mum's cooking..

E status viktig p skolen?
Is status important at school?

I haven't noticed anything so far, so I don't think so.. Hopefully it isn't..

E det snn inndeling i gruppa p skolen? (haha tenke p mean girls)
Are there "cliques" at school? (Reffering to Mean Girls)

AHOY FAVOURITE FILM!! To answer your question, I feel like there are to a certain point, but a lot less recognisable than in the film. We have our choir kids, band kids, the cheerleaders, the football guys, and so on..

Koss stil har folk og snn? Bra? Drlig?
What style does people have fashion wise? Good? Bad?

If you're following me on twitter, you've already seen my tweets about what's going on in the fashion world here in Lincoln. And in my opinion, it's terrible. Sorry for being honest guys, but there really is no other way to put it. Luckily for me though, there are some people at Southwest who know how to dress, aaand I always appreciate people with great style. Again people, this is just my opinion, and I'm not trying to offend anyone.

Thea asked:

Hvordan var din halloween-opplevelse?
How was your Halloween experience?

I spent Halloween night at my friend Sami's house with some other people. We rented some scary films, and waited for our pizza that never came because, apparently, Pizza Hut was out of pizza boxes.... So that was a rather miserable night. (We had to order from a different place, so we got our pizza eventually)

Lars asked:

Kan kom til d spis smash og brownies nr du kjm heim?
Can I come to your house and eat smash and brownies when you come home?

But of course, I'm looking forward to this already!

Har du endra synet ditt p USA etter dem mnedan du har bodd der no?
Since you moved to the USA, have your view on the country changed?

Definitely. But more so the country I come from. I used to be that person that would do anything to get out. Leave. Escape. Okay maybe I'm still that person since all I really want to do is move to England and never go back to Norway again. BUT back to what I was saying. I used to not be proud of being Norwegian. Now I am the proudest Norwegian citizen ever and I think Norway is amazing and beautiful and I am so in LOVE with my country!

And for a more in depth answer to the question, America is no longer the ultimate dream in my eyes. Remember when all I wanted to do was to travel to the US? All the thought and expectations I used to have. They're not there anymore. It's not that this isn't an awesome country because it is, but then again it isn't. It's kind of hard to explain it.. Idk, it's just a lot different actually living here than being on a holiday!

Sorry for the awfully long post, but thanks to all the six people who asked me questions. (Four of them being my closest friends)

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"Axton, do you want shoes like this?" I ask him as I hold up my all-black Converse.
"No, outside." he replies, as he points to the door.
He's not even two yet, and as carefree as could be. Imagine if it could stay that simple forever...
Lately, I've been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me realising it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become someone completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things(and people)to the list. For instance, I'm still obsessed with sparkles and staring at chandeliers and wearing dresses all the time. I still love grocery shopping with my mum and writing in my diary.
Some of the new things I've fallen in love with include Starbucks' Salted Caramel Mochas,Lincoln,Autumn, the lovely people I'm lucky enough to get to be around every day. I love having the freedom to make decisions on my own, but I also love things that make me feel five again. Back when naivety was the norm and sceptisism was a foreign language.
Do you ever wish you could pause a moment and live it forever and ever? I do. I also wish that we had a rewind button. Not because I want to go back and change things, but because sometimes life is overwhelming, and I don't feel ready to be in my second to last year in high school, and I don't want to grow up just yet.

Not sorry for all the baby pictures. Also, there's only THREE months until I turn EIGHTEEN. Can we not?!


Okay so my friend, Marte, wanted me to have a Q and A session, so this is YOUR CHANCE to ask me anything in the comments, and I'll try my best to reply! Perfect time to get to know me a bit better, eh?

Here are some pictures from the past days:

This is me and Grace looking fab as always!

So, peoplee, ask me fun questions :)))


The Autumn holidays are over (or fall break, as they so badly insist on calling it here) and I'm back for my second term of school. With a second term comes new classes, and now my schedule looks a bit like this: In my first block, I have Diff Sociology, second is Advanced Algebra (yes, I'm barely hanging in there), third is Interior Design, which I already love! And last, but not least, Relationships, which seems like a fairly easy class. I also have a bit more homework this term, buuut hopefully I'll survive until the Christmas holidays! I'm also a bit sad that the first term is over, because my fourth block class was too much fun, and I had first lunch, and now I have third which is resulting in me starving all through third block! It also means that 1/4 of my time at Southwest is done, and that is completely not okay because I love Southwest and I'm not ready to start my second term and I just want it to go on forever and ever and never leave cause ILY HAWKS <3<3<3<3
(Ew, I hate the lack of punctuation and spelling errors.)

I mean, just look at this beauty!

Moving on, over the holidays I went to a one year old's pyjama birthday party. They had pancakes and cake, guess who was excited?!?!! I also went to Omaha to go shopping with three other exchange students! I got to buy some Christmas presents, aaand I may have gotten a new pair of shoes (or two..) On the way to Omaha, we stopped at a plane museum thingy, and I like museums, don't get me wrong, but this was just not interesting. At all... Anyway, Kenzie, Haiden (Kenzie's friend) and I went to the park, and I wore shorts cause it was sunny and hot and almost like Summer.I also ran my first and last XC meet at Pioneers Park, and guess what, I didn't die! And it was so much fun, and the fact that Cross Country season is already over makes me sad and lost, because all of a suddenly I've got all this free time, and I don't know what to do with it. Hmu if you want to hang out!!!!

Hey there, random dog


Hello there, Internet best friends! I am going to write all of my blog posts in English from now on, since English is a beautiful language and I somehow am able to express myself better by using it. Go figure...

It's starting to get really cold outside now. It has been this weekend, anyways. And there has been some crazy thunderstorms going on, and I think this might have been the first time I've actually been freaked out by the weather. There hasn't been a lot going on lately, I've pretty much spent this entire weekend in my pyjama trousers and my Harvard hoodie. And if you know me, I never wear either. I did go to the Cross Country City Championship to see my team run though! And it was fantastic and awesome and amazing and lovely and all the other good words. Both the XC boys and girls won the City Champions titles, and after everything was over, we went out to eat pizza together!

Here is the lovely team!

Today, we went to church, and all I could think about in that hour and fifteen minutes was "this is weird", "I feel lost", "what am I even doing here?" etc... Being a non-religious person surrounded by religious people is weird, and completely different from what I am used to. In times like these though, it is important to remember to respect each other for our believes, or our non-believes or whatever. Imagine how much easier things would be if everyone could just face the fact that there are people with different religions, and there are people who doesn't find it necessary to have a one.

Moving on, I found myself listening to Chritmas music whilst making Christmas cards the other day. And I cannot even begin to explain how excited I am for Christmas! It's definitely my favourite holiday of the year! I should also be hitting some shops pretty soon, so that I can send some lovely Chtistmas presents home to Norway. Also, finals week is coming up, and I don't know what to expect, so I'm just staying calm until further directions are given. Oh, and I've also got my complete schedule for the next three terms. I would take a picture, but I don't know where it is.

I should also mention that I'm really starting to love it here. School is fantastic, sdub ily for ever and ever! People here are the kindest, and the city is so lovely. You know when you go to a place for the first time, and you can't stop staring out the window of the car, wondering how it's going to be and who you're going to meet. Or when you go for a walk in the neighbourhood, and keep staring up at the sky and you feel as if you belong. And then you fall in love with the place, like the place is a person, and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. I'm not homesick at all anymore, but don't worry, that does not mean that I've stopped missing you guys. I should probably end this post, because my hands are so cold. Also, I must apologise for the lack of photographs in this post. I just hate taking pictures....


I went to the Homecoming dance. It was not at all the same as in films, but I got to buy a new dress and shoes, so it was okay. Axton and I are best friends, and the only blondes in the family. My obsession with the moon still exists. People at Starbucks never spell my name correctly. The Hawks beat Southeast at their own homecoming game, it was awesome,and I FORGOT to take a single picture.Kailey and I went to see the Autumn musical, The Secret Garden at my school. It was incredible, because they spoke in a British accent for over two hours. My dad sent me my favourite candy in the post. Amy and I went shopping for clothes more suited for Autumn. (And maybe I got a dress, sorry Mum...) I still need to pick up some shoes, and maybe a scarf. And I also need to go shopping for Christmas presents soon.Holy cow, where did time go?

I have learned a lot over the past couple of months, the most important thing probably being that "home is where your Mum is."Or Mom, as it's written here in Uhmericaa. I've also learned that time flies by rather quickly when you're in the company of cool Americans. And there are so many of them here, and all of them are my favourite.

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Hallooo bloggen!


Men, ja, hei! Dere lurer sikkert p hva jeg har drevet med de siste dagene. Svaret er ganske enkelt: Skole. Og lekser. Og Starbucks. Og ja...

Har ogs vrt p et Huskers game, som da er Amerikansk fotball, og siden jeg er en av de smarteste personene jeg vet av, skjnner jeg selvflgelig ingenting av noe som skjer p banen nr de spiller. Men det var morsomt allikevel, for det var mange gale fans der! Dro med en haug andre utvekslingsstudenter fra Nebraska, s det var jo koselig.

Halla, baki der!

Dette bildet er fra utvekslings"mtet" vi hadde dagen etter Huskerskampen.

Denne uka har bankkontoen min minsket med penger, men klesskapet mitt har blitt fylt opp. Brukte sikkert to timer, og over 150 dollar p Forever 21. Her er noe av det jeg har kjpt denne uka:

Her er meg i dag:

I know what you're thinking. "What a babe!"

Anyways. Homecoming ja. Har skaffet meg kjole. M kjpe nye sko som matcher kjolen. Skal dra med to utvekslingselever fra Spania og Chile, s det kan jo bli interessant.
Ooog, et obligatorisk bilde av kjolen:

Oj, damn. Gidder ikke snu bildet. Men det har jo ikke noe si, for det er jo utrolig kult med snne bilder som er feil vei. Ihvertfall p tumblr.

Oppdaterer sikkert etter Homecoming. Kanskje.



Okay, det er fortsatt oppi 35++ varmegrader her hver dag, men det er SEPTEMBER! Og selv om det fortsatt er for varmt til skjerf og gensre, s har Starbucks begynt selge sine deilige Pumpkin Spice Lattes! Og det betyr at det offisielt er hst etter min mening. Og det kan godt fortsette vre 35 plussgrader en god stund enda for min del :))

Oppsummering av helga:
Dro p min frste amerikanske fotballkamp! Southwest Silverhawks vs. North Star Navigators. Og gjett hvem som vant? Silverhawks selvflgelig. Stolt fan som ikke skjnte noe av det som foregikk p banen, men var gy allikevel! Hver fotballkamp har skolen forskjellige tema, og fredagens tema var zombies, s alle kledde seg ut som zombier. Ellers har ting vrt ganske chill; sett litt TV, gjort lekser etc. Har forresten funnet ut at jeg trenger flere klr, s om noen har lyst til donere noen kroner til det formlet, s skal jeg ikke takke nei.

Har noen bilder fra fredagens match da:

Kan noen sende meg melkesjokolade/smash/lemonlips/norskgodteri/nesespray?

Den frste som gjr det, skal f USAgave tilbake i posten. LOVER!



I've been away from everything familiar for over a month now, and I'm starting to realise that I'm actually going to stay here for another ten months, which I honestly have not had much of a time to think about. There are always a lot of things going on around me, so sometimes, things get too overwhelming, and at some points, I wish I had all of my friends and family back home in Norway here by my side. (Physically, I mean. I know each and every one of you are there if I need it.Through a computer screen.) Don't get me wrong here, I am in no way, whatsoever, trying to complain about anything, but sometimes all of this feels like too much. Not too much to handle, because I can handle it all right, but it's just too much at times.

But do you know what?

It's going to be okay. Every night you find yourself in bed at 1 a.m. crying, it's going to be okay. All of the moments you think "wow, I wish my best friends were here to experience all of this with me", but they're not, and they're not going to be for a long time, it's going to be okay. The times you google "I miss you quotes" just to reassure you that other people have felt the same way. And the times you just wish that you hugged your mum goodbye at the airport for just a couple of minutes longer. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay because I know that I will probably find myself in bed at 1 a.m. crying a lot of times, for a lot of different reasons. And I will have my best friends by my side again, and I'll also hug my mum again, and I will hug her just a couple of minutes longer. And it won't be a goodbye hug, it will be a helloi'vemissedyouit'sverynicetoseeyouagainandiloveyou type of hug. After all, all I have is right now, and I know that all of these moments will just become stories someday.

Each time I think of anyone back in Norway, it feels like a piece of me is missing. There are a lot of you who, on a daily basis, ask me how I'm doing. And, on a daily basis, I'm doing fine. I'm good. I just miss you all a whole bunch! And I will keep missing you until the day I come home, just maybe a little less over time. I will miss you until we're reunited, I will miss you until I don't have to anymore, and I will miss you until I can't. In the meantime, I will make some new memories with some new people, and I can already promise you that it will be incredible.

P.S. I once read in a book that the worst thing one can do if one misses somebody is to let them know. Which I find quite foolish, because I believe that if you have something to say, you say it. Hi, Mum, I miss you. You too, Dad! And THANK YOU for letting me live my dream, I could not have done this without you.


John Green, The Fault in Our Stars


Hallo, jeg lever. Har bare ikke hatt tid/ gidder ikke blogge atm.

Den siste uka har jeg vrt p skolen, gjort vanskelige mattelekser etter, blitt kjent med noen awesome folk, og slappet av i denne herlige varmen. I gr dro vi til Norfolk for og beske moren og faren til Jessica. Jessie har en bror som er et r eldre, s han hadde masse venner p besk, og jeg fikk henge med dem. De var kjempemorsomme, spurte masse sprsml, og jeg klarte nesten lure dem med at alle fra Norge har superkrefter, at vi bor i igloer og spiser kun fisk og isbjrn.

Ellers spr alle om hvordan det gr/ hvordan jeg har det, og jeg har det bra. Begynner venne meg til den amerikanske livsstilen og kulturen n, har ftt noen ste venner som jeg spiser lunch sammen med p skolen, og drar til Starbucks sammen med etter skolen. Helt sinnsykt tenke p at jeg har vrt her i en mned allerede, tida gr superfort! Savner dere der hjemme innimellom, men det gjr ikke noe for jeg kommer jo tilbake til dere neste r yaaaay <3

Hahahaha, retard!

Vurderer sterkt kjpe en Grow a boyfriend...


Skulle ha lagt ut denne badboyen for lenge siden.. Meeeen, better late than never,right?

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Dette er det fantastiske huset jeg skal bo i dette skoleret. Trives kjempebra allerede, vertsfamilien er helt super! Rommet mitt er ikke ferdig dekorert etc. enda fordi Lee og Jessica synes jeg skulle f bestemme selv hva jeg ville ha av mbler og dekor der inne, og det synes jeg selvflgelig er awesome. Gadd ikke rydde nr jeg tok bilder, s overse rotet. Det bor tre kids her, s jeg skylder p de. Hunden p bildet heter Arbo, og vi er bestevenner! Har enda en hund som heter Bida, men hun ville ikke bli tatt bilde av. What a bitch, literally. Ellers er det fem dager til jeg skal til skolen for registrere meg og velge hvilke fag jeg skal ta. Frste skoledag er tirsdag eller onsdag, gruer meg helt sinnsykt. Har fle bilder i hodet av Mean Girls, kommer sikkert til ende opp alene p jentedoen i lunchen :( :( :( :(Neida, det gr sikkert helt fint. Hvis det er noe du lurer p, kommenter eller spr meg p Facebook.


De ti siste dagene har jeg vrt i Vermont p en skalt "Language and Culture Camp". Vi hadde "classes" fra 9am - 3pm med fagene Geography, English, Current Issues og Life in America. Det var ikke noe seris skole, og lrerne var kjempekule. De fleste dagene hadde vi forskjellige aktiviteter og velge mellom p ettermiddagen. Alt fra dra til kjpesenteret, til og spille softball, s det var noe for alle. Maten var helt ok, og til lunch og middag spiste jeg som regel pizza eller pasta. Og de hadde god frokostblanding!

Det var ca. 550 elever p camp, og vi var delt opp i forskjellige high schools som hadde forskjellige farger.. Jeg var i Washington East, og fargen vr var rd.

Frste dag hadde vi parade med de forskjellige landene.

Jeg er ikke med p bildet, s ikke prv finn meg.

Campen var p Norwich University, veldig koselig og fint, men ganske de. Tok tre timer til Boston med buss.

Goodyear, bygningen der rommet mitt var. Delte rom med ei jente fra Sveits.

Hydepunktet med campen var turen til Boston. Fikk shoppet, sett oss litt rundt, OGS FIKK JEG SE OG TA P HARVARD OMG. (Har ingen bilder da, fordi ingen av vennene mine ville dra dit med meg, s jeg mtte dra alene. Tok underground. No big deal.)

Vi dro ogs p en baseballkamp. Skjnte ingenting, men hjemmelaget vant, og vi heiet p de, s det var sikkert gy.

Vi dro ogs til stranda en dag, var helt greit, men faktisk ganske kaldt. Badet ikke da, hater og bade. Har ingen bilder av det heller. Det er uansett ikke mye og se. Var ei lita strand, med masse trr som skygget for mesteparten av sola liksom...

Den siste kvelden hadde vi et farewell "party". De sendte opp fyrverkeri, noe som var veldig kult. Elsker fyrverkeri!

Etter 8 hele dager p camp, var jeg VELDIG klar for dra til Lincoln. Bussen min kjrte til flyplassen i Boston klokka 12:30 am. Den reisedagen var noe av det vrste jeg har vrt med p i hele mitt liv. Kunne sikkert ha skrevet et eget innlegg om det. MEN ja, anyways. Den originale flyruten min var Boston-Minneapolis-Lincoln. Endte opp med fly Boston-JFK, for s og ta taxi til La Guardia og fly videre derfra til Atlanta, for s og ende opp i Omaha. Kom frem til Lincoln ca. 12 timer etter jeg egentlig skulle ha vrt her. Intense!

N sitter jeg i stua hjemme i Lincoln. Har blitt syk, s det suger jo litt. MEN, huset er kjempefint, og veldig stort. Skal ta bilder s dere fr se etter hvert. Lee og Jessica er superhyggelige, og kidsa er snille. De er ogs en million ganger s tan som jeg. Ser sikkert ut som en albino i forhold til dem.

P.S: sorry for lite blogging, men WiFien p campus var ikke akkurat noe skryte av. Eller, det var vel inne p mitt dorm room at det var drlig, men whatever. N skal jeg fortsette vre syk. Kos dere i Norge, peace out.


"It is so hard to leave ? until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world."

― John Green, Paper Towns

N er det bare tre dager til jeg reiser. Jeg har brukt over en mned p pakke, men allikevel er kofferten bare halvveis pakket ferdig. Det har ikke gtt opp for meg helt enda at jeg faktisk reiser p onsdag. Akkurat n virker det som en evighet til. Drmmen virker fortsatt fra tid til annen uoppnelig, og enkelte dager er det som om jeg lever i en uvirkelig, drmmeaktig tke. Det hender at tanker som "hva kommer jeg til savne mest?" og "holy shit, vil jeg egentlig dra?" kommer inn i hodet mitt. Jeg finner vel ut det nr jeg har reist.

Jeg trodde at det ta farvel med vennene mine kom til bli mye vanskeligere enn det faktisk har vrt. Det eneste som gjenstr n, er si hadet til mamma og pappa p flyplassen.

Helt siden jeg kan huske har jeg ville kommet meg bort fra plassen jeg bor p. Hres helt sikkert helt overfladisk ut, men jeg har helt rlig aldri likt meg noe srlig i Lensvika. Man forventer at man skal ha en slags tilhrighet med det stedet man vokser opp i, men jeg har aldri flt det snn. For meg har det bare vrt en liten plass, fin natur, to hus, mamma, pappa, en storebror. Noen venner. Og katter. Og menneskene da. Det har p mange vis vrt "hjemme", men jeg har alltid gtt rundt og flt at hjemme er en annen plass. Jeg har bodd her i 17 og et halv r, og jeg har aldri kommet over et menneske som faktisk bryr seg om noe som betyr noe.

Vi har alle hrt det kjente ordtaket "du vet ikke hva du har fr du mister det." Men man kan jo ikke miste noe man ikke har. Jeg gleder meg skikkelig til dra n, men gruer meg samtidig. La oss bare hpet at John Green har rett. (Han har som regel alltid rett.)

Hvem vet? Et r i Lincoln kommer nok til forandre meg, n gjenstr det bare finne ut hvordan.


You just don't get it. No matter how much you think you do, you don't. No matter how understanding you think you are. Or how smart you are. How clever, quick-witted and intelligent you are, you simply do not get it.

It is not all just fun and games. It's scary. Andexhilarating, and frightening, and intriguing, and intimidating and sad and beautiful and tragic.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I just jumped head first thinking it'd be a great opportunity for me to get away for a while. Get away from everything. Start over. Get a whole new perspective.

And it is. Half of it. The other half is the exact opposite. And very few people are able to understand that. But sometimes, every once in a while, there will be this one person who - among the sea of other people who just see theexhilarating, intriguing and beautiful side of it - will say "The United States. That's scary."

And if you just happen to be that kind of person, then you are my kind of pal.

How do you know what a DREAM is if you've never lived one. How do you know what an ADVENTURE is if you never took part in one. How do you know what ANGUISH is if you've never said goodbye to your friends and family with your eyes full of tears. How do you know what being DESPERATE is if you've never arrived at a place all alone. How do you know what DIVERSITY is if you never lived under the same roof with people from all over the world. How do you know what AUTONOMY is if you never had the chance to decide something by yourself. How do you know what it means to GROW UP if you never stopped being a child. How do you know what it feels like to be HELPLESS of all you wanted was to hug someone, but had a computer screen preventing you from doing it. How do you know what DISTANCE is if you've never looked at a map saying "They're so far away." How do you know what a LANGUAGE is if you've never had to learn more than one. How do you know what PATRIOTISM is if you've never shouted "I love my country!", holding its flag. How do you know what an OPPORTUNITY is if you've never gotten one. How do you know what PRIDE is if you've never realised how much you've accomplished. How do you know what it means to SEIZE the day if you've never seen time running by so fast. How do you know what a FRIEND is if the circumstances never showed you the true ones. How do you know what a FAMILY is if you've never had one that supported you unconditionally. How do you know what BORDERS are if you've never crossed yours to see what's on the other side. How do you know what IMAGINATION is if you never though about the moment when you would travel across the world.

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(ED: This will be my second post in English, and after many heated discussions with my friends (Sigrun), I've decided to write in Norwegian, at least most of the time. Oh, and I also wrote this post before discussing it, and I'm too lazy to translate it into Norwegian.)

While I'm in Nebraska, I'll be attending Lincoln Southwest High School, which is a public school located only five minutes from where I'll be living. The school has about 1,900 students, the school's colours are forest green and silver, and their mascot is the Silverhawk. The school opened in 2002, which makes it a relatively new school, and I'm super excited about that! Classes offered at Lincoln Southwest range from Japanese to psychology to art. In other words, an interesting selection. I'm not sure which classes I'll be taking yet, but I really want to study English literature, psychology, sociology and biology. And I also have to take some sort of History course and Spanish, plus some sort of math class and probably PE..

As we all have seen from American teen movies, High School Spirit is in the everyday lives of students. At Southwest High you can attend many different sports, for example golf, track and field, and of course football! Not only does the school have a great variation when it comes to sports, but it also offers a lot of differet teathre and music programs, which is perfect for me. I'm thinking about maybe joining a dance or a drama club, but I'm not quite sure yet. I highly doubt I'll be enrolled in some sort of sport, because that's not really my thing.

Go Sliverhawks!

My school's logo, which has a scary resemblance to Slytherin's house crest. (As a HUGE Harry Potter fan, I find this pretty awesome!)

I've also e-mailed the schools principal, just to get some basic information regarding classes and prom/graduation. As an American student, prom and graduation are things that they are most likely to experiance, but as an exchange student, that's not the case. Not every school lets you attend prom and graduation like the American students. I think this has something to do with the amount of different classes required in order to graduate. The cold hard truth, right at you. Just kidding, but let's be honest, every exchange student has a dream about experiencing graduation and prom. Luckily for me, the school's principal said that they'll let me graduate, and I'll get to throw a forest green grduation cap in the air at the end of my school year. JUST like in all of the movies, you guys!!! Thinking about it now, I'm only excited, but It'll probably be a bit sad standing there and actually GRADUATING. Because graduating is a synonym for end of school. And end of school is a synonym for going home. (This is me overthinking everything, I'm sorry!)

I'll probably write a more detailed post about school, classes, scheduels and holidays once I start. Until then, this will have to do.

See y'all in August, Silverhawks!


Bear with me on this one, guys. Most of you already know that I enjoy writing in English a LOT better than in Norwegian. And lets face it, I'm going to the US for a year and I want the people I meet over there to understand what I write on this blog, so I might as well get used to writing in English. I just hope that when I come back for my 3rd year in Norway, I'll be able to deal with the Norwegian we have to learn in school. Fingers crossed!

As for the last few weeks, a couple of big things have happened. I travelled to Oslo last weekend to get my visa, and to attend the Preparation Weekend that EF held for their exchange students. I met a lot of awesome people there, and I hope that I'll meet them again for the Language and Culture Camp. We learned so many useful and interesting things, that I highly believe all of us will benefit from.

Go team pink!! (Yes, that's me with the crazy amount of curly, (golden-ish?) blonde hair!)

I've also talked a lot to my host mom on facebook, and I've even skyped with all of them (exept my host dad) once! Jada and Kenzie are the sweetest of girls, and little Axton is just adorable. My host mom, Jessica, seems like the coolest mom EVER! They also have two dogs, one of which is a small, white creature, and the other is a bit bigger. You can only imagine all the cuddling we will do. Kenzie also has a lizard, which I think is awesome for a five year old, especially when you compare it to the pets of other five year old girls, which tends to go along the lines of cat, bunny, dog, dog, cat etc.! By skyping with them, we also found out that Jada and I have quite a lot of things in common. For instance, both of us love ice cream, so I expect us to share some memorable moments together over some ice cream. At the start of our skype session, Axton was napping, but he woke up, so Jada brought him to the camera, and he sat there staring at me for a long time, he looked almost enchanted. That, or he thought I looked weird. Either way, he seems like the most charming little boy. Needless to say, I'm really looking forward to becoming a part of their family :-)

Also, I'm fully aware that I don't blog very often, but you can find me on other social networking sites, such as twitter, facebook and tumblr. I update them more frequently, so feel free to add/ follow me :-)

T-minus 48 days left!


Jada, jeg vet at min fantastiske blogg handler om utvekslingsret mitt. Jada, jeg vet det er cheesy med dype blogginnlegg, og vr du sikker p at jeg aldri hadde trodd at jeg skulle skrive et. Men siden jeg ikke har peiling p hva jeg skal skrive om, kan jeg liksgodt skrive om et tema jeg vet noe om, og skrive det p en mte jeg kan skrive p. Skulle vel kanskje blitt p engelsk ogs (hehe). Anyways, here it goes:

Hvor mange ganger har du sagt noe, og angret sekundet etter? Hvor mange ganger har du latt vre si det du mener i frykt for bli dmt? Nettopp, meg ogs. Det skjer med alle, noen oftere enn andre, og noe man sier kan vre mer alvorlig enn andre ting. Det si den rette tingen til rett tid, kan ofte vre sppas avgjrende at de fleste av oss starter nle i frykt for si feil ting p feil tidspunkt. Ofte s ender man opp med holde kjeft, men noen ganger klarer man ikke la vre og si akkurat hva man mener. Enten det er en kommentar rettet mot antrekket til bestevenninna di, eller hva tankene dine er rundt helgas gossip.

Vi kan g rundt hele livet og angre p ting vi sa, eller ting vi ikke sa da vi hadde muligheten til det. Det er ofte en ting jeg tenker p, men hvor ofte tenker jeg over hva jeg sier til folk? P engelsk finnes det et rim, "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me".Det som ikke alltid er like lett og huske, er at ord faktisk kan gjre mer vondt enn et brukket bein. Ord har mere makt enn det man innser, og det er s viktig tenke over hvilke ord man bruker fr man bruker dem. Jeg er ganske sikker p at de eneste ordene man kommer til angre mer p enn de som forblir usagt, er de ordene man bruker for sre noen med vilje.

Det man sier kan vre for mye for enkelte. Uansett hvor godt du tror at du kjenner en person, s kan du aldri vite med sikkerhet hva vedkommende tenker eller fler. Enkelte mennesker er mer srbare enn andre, og uskyldige kommentarer kan fort fre til overanalysering, som igjen frer til for mange tanker. Noen ganger gr det sppas langt at folk rett og slett knekker fullstendig sammen.Men man m ikke glemme at selv om ord kan knuse noen i en million biter, s kan de ogs sette dem sammen igjen. Man m bare trre ta sjansen og gi det ene komplimentet, s slipper man se tilbake og angre p de ordene man ikke sa da man hadde muligheten.

Grein som en unge da jeg s episoden her.


Sent i gr kveld fikk jeg en mail fra vertsmoren min, Jessica. Jeg ble ganske sjokkert, for jeg hadde ikke hrt noe fra EF enda, s i dag mtte jeg ringe de for hre om det faktisk var sant at jeg hadde ftt vertsfamilie. Og det var det. Vertsfamilien min bor i Lincoln, Nebraska, som ligger midt i USA, bare se:

Lincoln er hovedstaden i Nebraska, og den nest strste byen etter Omaha. Jeg skal bo sammen med vertsmor, Jessica, som jobber som lrer p en barneskole, vertsfar, Lee, som er PROFF tennisspiller(!!!) S har jeg tre vertsssken, Jada p 7, Kenzie p 5 og Axton p 16 mneder. Nabolaget vi bor i ligger like ved et utendrs shopping mall, og det er kort vei til skolen jeg skal g p, Lincoln Southwest High, som forvrig har 1844 studenter. Vertsmor fortalte ogs at det var mange tenringer i nabolaget, og at noen av jentene pleier og sitte barnevakt for dem innimellom, s da blir det forhpentligvis enklere skaffe seg venner. Krysser fingrene!

Lincoln skyline.

EF ringte i dag med mer informasjon om familien, og kunne fortelle at familien hadde sett p mange sknader fr de fant min. Jessica sa ogs at de gledet seg skikkelig til mte meg, og jeg kan trygt si at jeg er rimelig stoked selv. Bare 88 dager til avreise.

Lincoln, Nebraska, jeg gleder meg!


Serist folkens. Ja, hei, du!

Neida. Vil bare komme med et saftig innlegg om ingenting. Literally. Skal bare fortelle at det mest sannsynlig ikke kommer til bli mye blogging fremover hvis ikke: A) dere kjre lesere forteller hva dere vil jeg skal blogge om, eller B) jeg bestemmer meg for legge ut alle mine dype og poetiske tanker p bloggen min. Som skal handle om utveksling. Men det kommer ikke til skje, for slikt har man tumblr til. (follow meg!!)

N er jeg ogs fullstendig klar over at alle mine (4) lesere er mine aller nrmeste venner, og en av dem er mamma.
Mtte forresten google translate "closest friends" til norsk for finne ut om det skrives "nermeste" eller nrmeste. Det var nrmeste som var korrekt. Jaja, da har jeg lrt noe nytt i dag ogs.

Hardt liv.

Og snn helt out of context:

Her er et cheeky blide av fisken min, Albus. Kommer til savne han mest av alle. Tulla.

N er det bare 98 dager til avreise, og enkelte dager tror jeg at jeg kommer til bryte sammen av angstanfall. Og det er faktisk ikke tull, for det skjedde nesten her om dagen.
Forresten s burde du sjekke ut sangen her: OHO - 9th Pawn

Er ikke engang juli enda, men er allerede lei av blogge.


Hei! Jeg heter Vilde, og som du kanskje leste i beskrivelsen i sidebaren til hyre, reiser jeg til USA som utvekslingsstudent til hsten. Jeg laget denne bloggen frst og fremst for holde venner og familie hjemme i Norge oppdatert, og for dele opplevelsene mine med alle andre som vil. Jeg har alltid vrt glad i reise, og det g p high school i USA er noe jeg har hatt lyst til helt siden jeg kan huske! Det har enda ikke gtt opp for meg at jeg reiser dit allerede til hsten, selv om jeg stadig blir pminnet det. Jeg bestemte meg ganske tidlig for reise med EF, i og med at jeg kjenner noen som har reist med de tidligere.

I begynnelsen var jeg veldig usikker p om jeg ville reise til Storbritannia eller USA. Jeg synes den britiske aksangen er veldig sjarmerende, og etter det jeg har hrt av bekjente og sett p bilder, virker jo Storbritannia helt utrolig. P grunn av dette utsatte jeg sende inn sknad til etter sommerferien i fjor. Da var jeg nemlig i Florida og Tennessee p ferie, og etter den opplevelsen bestemte jeg meg raskt for at jeg mtte tilbake til USA.

Bilde fra sommerferien 2012, Harry Potter-world i Universal Orlando.

Jeg begynte skeprosessen i fjor hst, og etter sknaden var sendt inn ble jeg kalt inn til et personlig intervju i Trondheim. Jeg var ganske nervs fr intervjuet, i og med at halvparten skulle foreg p engelsk, og at vi m fortelle en hel del om oss selv. Tross nervene, gikk intervjuet kjempebra, og jeg ble tatt med i programmet deres. Noen uker senere kom det mange forskjellige dokumenter som jeg mtte fylle ut og returnere til dem.

Akkurat n holder EF p med finne vertsfamilie og skoleplass til meg. Jeg valgte ikke ta noe stats- eller regionsvalg, da det er strre sjans for at du fr en familie som passer deg bedre i og med at de kan ske over hele landet, og ikke bare i enkelte stater. Jeg mener at det er viktigere f en vertsfamilie du kommer overens med enn at du havner i, for eksempel California (fordi det er der du har mest lyst til bo), og fr en familie du kanskje ikke passer s godt med. Jeg har alikevel noen forhpninger om havne i California en plass, mest p grunn av klimaet, men ogs p grunn av at jeg har hrt at det er desidert den beste plassen tilbringe et High School Year. Det hadde ogs vrt kjekt havne ikke s langt fra New York City, men sjansen er vel i grunn ganske liten.

Helt frem til n har jeg bare gtt rundt og gledet meg. Men i det siste har jeg tenkt en del p hvor mye jeg kommer til og savne alle folkene her hjemme. Det hres kanskje cheesy ut, men herregud, jeg kommer til savne vennene mine. Og kattene. Og fisken min. Og mamma, kanskje. Og pappa. Neida, joda. Gruer meg allerede til si ha det p flyplassen! Men tror og hper at alt dette ordner seg. Det gjr som regel det.

Setter stor pris p kommentarer, og vil gjerne hre hva du har lyst til lese om p bloggen min.

Det er forresten 110 dager til jeg reiser, but who's counting?