I wrote a thing. (minor spoilers for the entire series)
Okay, making lists and putting them here, because maybe you guys have input.
You guys, I really don’t know what to do.
I had a really nice weekend.
In addition to what is visible from the pictures, it also included Eurovision, swimming and the worst sunburn I have had for many years.
I’m at my parents’.
I have a ticket for the train back to Oslo today.
There’s been a landslide over the railway, so it’s closed between Finse and Haugastøl. NSB are driving the passangers in buses between Voss and Ål. I am currently in Flåm, between those two places.
We called NSB to figure out what I should do.The woman first told me there would be a bus from Finse. There is no road to or from Finse. She then tried telling me the bus would go from Hallingskeid. Another roadless place. Then she tried telling me the bus would pick me up at Myrdal station, where I was supposed to get on their train. There is no road to there either, just a connecting railway from Flåm.
Flåm is on the road between Voss and Ål, The buses will have to pass here. We tried asking the woman if the buses would stop here, but no such thing seemed possible. Instead, once she understood that there is no road at Myrdal, Hallingskeid and Finse, she wanted me to take the train up to Myrdal and then back to Voss and get on the bus there. The buses are supposed to leave Voss around 5.10pm, I wouldn’t be there until closer to 6pm.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop being amazed by pictures of me with a microphone.
(A professor in law told me I was “obviously gifted” and like 20 people told me I did very well. I know my stuff. And apparently I can smalltalk.)
Remind me again that I know my stuff?
Speaking for a lot of knowledgable people about the UN and Norway and children and asylum policy today.
I know my stuff. I do.
Yeah, I’m pretty dead.
okay, hi, this is an important post and i’d really appreciate any help possible.
sometime within the next two months or so, i’m going to need to leave my home because my mother doesn’t agree with my life choices, meaning i can’t be living under her roof, apparently.
i live in burlington, which is about an hour away from toronto, so if there’s anyone in the gta i could stay with, even just for a while, please please please message me, because i don’t have any friends or family to go to, and there’s an actual chance i might end up homeless.
i really need your help guys, or i’m completely fucked. i’d be happy to do anything needed to pay you back, i mean, i don’t have a job right now but i can probably get one easily enough, or i could cook or clean or whatever you need.
i just have no idea what to do and i need to get the hell away from here (i’d be happy to explain further privately) and i don’t have a dollar to my name or anyone to help me.
if you have a couch i could crash on, or even a floor, please send me a message, i’d really really really appreciate it. if not, reblog for a signal boost? even that could help xxx
:( People are complicated - they can be and often are simultaneously awesome and capable of doing/saying problematic things. I understand how frustrating it must be for you, though. Hopefully they’ll learn in time?
Hopefully. They’re smart, they’re fully capable of getting it. With race and sexuality issues it’s honestly just that they think they’re being funny when they’re not. They don’t mean any of it. Getting them to understand that it’s not funny would probably only take that one conversation I’m not brave enough to initiate. (Sometimes they’re unintentionally funny, though. Like that time A “had actually been thinking about it and it really sucks that it’s so hard for gay people to have children.” Cue a lot of “oh wow, that’s really true, I’ve never thought about that before!” and H and I looking at each other and rolling our eyes)
With trans* issues it’s a little harder. They seem to honestly believe that women are like this and men are like that and those are the only two categories. Even though they have been to lectures and read articles, etc. They don’t want to get it, and that’s what makes me angry.
Benefits of going out with my organisation friends, as proven by yesterday:
Benefits of not drinking while going out with my organisation friends, as proven by yesterday/today:
I love my friends. They’re amazing and tough and hard hitting and accepting and feminist and very political and generally amazing at what they do.
But they don’t always get that something “being a joke” or that “we know they don’t mean it” or whatever doesn’t mean something is okay. And sometimes they just don’t get stuff, period.