Me,Mona and Marita just got back from from Rokken. The ever trustworthy place for kids my age to hang out in Volda. I just put marita to bed,seeing as she wasnt feeling too great and i am now curled up on the sofa with Mona. We’re contemplating wether or not to go back to Rokken and leave marita to fend for herself… It’s only 1 am and the night is still young. Just thought id check in with you guys since its been a while since my last post. I thought i was on a roll but appearantly not…
something not a lot of people know about me is that i read and watch manga and anime. It’s not something i deliberatly keep hidden about me, but i don’t go around flaunting it either. Manga is basically a form of a comic book made in japan and usually by Japanese creators. Anime is basically the the cartoon version of a Manga. I think there’s a lot of prejudice around manga and anime.
Either people believe it’s for kids, or that it’s for sketchy perverts. In the world of manga and anime (let’s shorten it to M/A from now on) there’s a genre called hentai and ecchi. Hentai and ecchi are a manga or an anime with ”adult” content, which one often can find on porn sites. Hence, you need to be a little discreet about throwing M/ A around. One time i was at a party and i was talking about an anime with a friend of mine and a guy overheard us and through out the night he kept throwing ”lewd” comments at me. When i asked what his deal was. He just shrugged and said that he thought that was my thing,since i kept hanging around on porn sites ”and stuff” (his actual words) …Yeah… No.
Anyway my point being, sometimes i watch anime and read manga and i am not ashamed ! Educate yourself before you judge … I’ve been interested in M/A since i was about 12 or 13 years old and let me tell you, it’s not any different from let’s say, watching your favorite show. it all depends on which M or A you choose to read/watch. there’s something for everyone.
Some boys by patty blount is a really confusing yet satisfying book. It’s about a girl named grace who used to be somewhat popular despite her big hair, black make up, her ass kicking boots and tight fitting clothes. That is, until grace goes to a party one night and experiences every girls worst nightmare. But of course no one believes her and now she’s known as the girl who cried rape at the school’s golden boy. But Grace isn’t going down without a fight. The book is narrated by two voices. Grace, and the best friend of the boy who raped her, Ian. It challenges you in a way that’s sorta unsettling cause, of course you believe Grace’s story unwaveringly right ? No, you don’t.
Through the whole book you keep going back and forth between who’s right. Grace or ian. The book tackles a lot of today’s rape culture. Grace says in the book:
The cops wanted to know if I was Zac’s girlfriend, if I was drinking, doing drugs, if I ever worked as a stripper, if I ever kissed Zac before that night.
What the hell does any of that have to do with what happened?
Do the laws against sexual assault not apply to strippers? To girlfriends? I don’t get that. (…) He thinks because I went to the woods, drank alcohol, and dressed the way I dress, I should have expected this to happen. That I actually wanted this to happen.
(…) What the hell, just what the hell was wrong with how I looked…why does he care if I wear eye-black like the football team? It’s my face. It’s my body. I can dress it up or down however I want. Why is that such a hard concept for guys to accept? All that crap Jax said about dressing to be noticed – being noticed is fine. But being noticed isn’t the same as being ridiculed, insulted, ostracized, shamed.
Being noticed isn’t an open invitation to guys to do whatever they want to me.‘
I think this sums up both the book, and today’s attitudes towards rape victims. As sad as that is..
It’s a really amazing book which has alot of feminist elements in it and it also portrays what it’s like being a teenager today with society’s unwritten rules and fucked up ethics.
There’s absolutely nothing in this entire world that hurts more than when one of the people you love is hurting and you know there’s nothing you can do about it. Nobody can tell me otherwise. It hurts so much, i even try not to love him, but he’s my blood and whether i like it or not, we’ll always be connected to each other. I always complain about him to other people but as soon as other people try to agree with me i get defensive and make up excuses for him. When i think about the people who did this to him and put him in this situation in the beginning….. i’m convinced that i would be able to commit murder if given the opportunity. Nobody fucks with the people i love ….. Or well, i guess they do but i really,really wish they wouldn’t…
Sometimes i get this overwhelming need to make something. To have something that’s left after i am gone. I want to touch people. (not in that way…. perverts) i call it my Augustus waters syndrome.. i fear oblivion..Didn’t someone write: what’s the point in living if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable ? Was that john green as well ? It probably was.. i am sorry if this is incredibly self-indulging of me… I’ve been listening to sad power ballads for the last 2 hours.
* heads up to the supernatural fandom. nr 42 will be sure to give some serious DeanxJo feels </3
you may not know this, because i suck at updating my blog, but yesterday, on Friday, i came home after spending the last 4 days in London. I know i ‘ve mentioned something about me going to London with Mona but i haven’t really written much about it have i ? (or anything at all for that matter)
On the 16th of February, around 7 o’clock me,Mona and my parents drove to the airport.With me and Mona chatting excitingly in the backseat, and my mom and dad shouting advice at us, telling us what to do and what to be careful of. It’s my first big ”alone trip” so of course they where nervous but when i got a text just after going through security, asking me how i was doing i had to tell them to back off. i mean… i am 20 years old for crying out loud !
We had an awesome time in London and i would’ve loved to stay longer. There was so much i feel like i didn’t get to do even though we got up about ten in the morning and didn’t come home until seven in the evening. i am even more sure now than ever that i want to move there. until now, i haven’t liked thinking too much about it cause i always end up convincing myself that i would never be able to move to a different country all by myself. But after this trip i’ve gotten some new found confidence. i’ve been planing the whole trip by myself and it’s such a confidence boost for someone who struggles with anxiety to see that you’re able to accomplish something you’d thought you anxiety would never let you do. I only had one small panic attack and that saying something ! I hate any type of public transport and usually shy away from it, i don’t know why but i just do, and it’s always been like that. But being in London i didn’t have much choice if i wanted to explore the city. so after several internal discussions and deep breaths i bought an oyster card and we took the tube ! and i actually understood how to navigate it !
that aside, it’s a stunning city and it’s surreal to see things you’ve only seen on tv or in movies, firsthand. It just doesn’t seem real, like something out of a dream.. kinda like a form of dejavu.
Unfortunately i didn’t take that many pictures, i was more busy with actually seeing and experiencing the things i saw to make time to fish up my phone to take a pic. And at times the moment felt so weirdly intimate that i just didn’t want to take a picture really…But i did take some !