fredag den 25. september 2009

so, about last night

Elliot: You know I kinda had a date last night?
J.D.: Really?
Elliot: Yeah, a guy on the bus fell asleep on me and drooled on my shoulder.
J.D.: ...You slut.



Great weekend; besides the walking around lost in Copenhagen, the three-hour trip to Rigshospitalet and the not getting home til eight, it was all alright due to uppers like free champagne bar, girls lined up on bridges, and the nice Seven Eleven man. Today is a chill day, I've pretty much been watching Scrubs episodes on Youtube and eating apples all day. Tonight is Beer Fest, which means that there are a million drunk students running up and down my hall, whilst I walk a little to and fro the party, not drinking and thus not feeling the vibe half the time. Well, what else is there to say than: goodnight.

mandag den 21. september 2009

eternal internal damage

On Monday mornings I am dedicated to the proposition that all men are created jerks.


As a result of me desperately needing to get reading in that E. M. Forster book, I will make this a brief top ten of todays exciting adventures;

  1. Woke up at 10.30. Gave up on life and tried to fall asleep again, while thinking of wild excuses to explain my absence to my teachers. Couldn't fall asleep because Malcolm kept bringing me tea and pouring it in my bed, and a big moose was looking at me through the window. Woke up for real at 6.45 in a pretty freaked out mood.
  2. Skipped the shower. Shouldn't have.
  3. Had two productive hours of Danish. Got really down over a less-than-good grade, but really up over the fact that we are now studying Karen Blixen, which I already did two years ago.
  4. Two hours off, spent doing laundry and putting discs back in their respective albums.
  5. Spilt detergent.
  6. Found long-forgotten IKEA 'shot glasses' and gave them a well-deserved clean.
  7. Retrieved non-smelling bath towel from laundry room.
  8. Robbed the coffee machine. Forced it to eat my Euros and feed me 115,- kr.
  9. Endured two hours of History, learning nothing. Daydreamed about moving to Bath for University. Watched LSD almost pour coffee on my laptop. Decided never to let her near electronics again.
  10. Watched most of Braveheart in the tv lounge, procrastinated homework, misspelled Malcolm's name (I owe him an 'l'), tried to pinpoint the difference between 'sex music' and 'love-making music' which was surprisingly hard, wished for the ability to some day come up with these sort of things, read a bit of this, realized I have two periods off tomorrow, did a very joyous happy dance.

søndag den 20. september 2009

sunday everyday


Sorry, Sheridan, for plagiarizing. Sorry for misspelling plagiarizing if this is the case.
I am even too lazy to google.

It's such a Sunday today. Did purely shiz;

  • Woke up to Christine banging on my door. Thought it was Anya or Malcolm or Lynn or Roxy so yelled out a fierce: NO! Decided not to go to the Free Hugs thing, stay home and finish Math assignment and start History essay instead.
  • Went back to bed. Couldn't sleep in fear of missing brunch.
  • Fell asleep. Almost missed brunch. Made up for it by eating a ton of yoghurt, cantaloupe and rye bread within fifteen minutes.
  • Listened to LSD being in despair due to drowning her laptop. Told her she was stupid for drowning her laptop. Listened to other people giving her advice on how not to drown her laptop again. Watched her walk away in further despair.
  • Watched crap tv in the lounge room. Napped. Woke up and turned off tv. Got kicked out of the lounge room.
  • Went to my room. Contemplated cleaning up/putting clothes in the closet. Turned on laptop instead.
  • Stared at Math assignment.
  • Gave up on making tea; too much effort when they serve tea in the tea room in about an hour.
  • Realized I don't have math tomorrow; pushing it off for another two days.
  • Decided to take a shower. Almost fell while exfoliating left leg. Got scrub in eyes while exfoliating right leg. Almost cried when realizing my bath towel still smells like this. Dried myself off in tiny gym towel. Ran down the hall only covered by tiny gym towl. Thanked the Foo Fighters for no hall-bystanders.
  • Put on birthday present dress from Mom. Gave up on hair.
  • Drank cold coffee. Felt sick.
  • Took a break.
  • Returned to room to find even bigger clothes mess. Starting to think the piles are ganging up on me.
  • Worked out plan; clean room, do laundry, go to tea at three, do homework til dinner, socialize, help LSD with drowned laptop, get life together, apply leave-in conditioner, sleep before nine.

lørdag den 19. september 2009

friday the eighteenth

Responsible: [ris'ponsebl] adj. 1. morally liable for the carrying out of some duty.

anne karla, seventeen



Happy birthday, Panda-face!
Way to do this year in style,
looking forward to the big ONE EIGHT!

torsdag den 17. september 2009

the only difference,

between "can" and "can't", is a 't.

Dear worried/caring/terrified/didn't-notice-I've-been-missing-at-all reader,
First of all, I did not die. And no, I did not kill my laptop.
But I did in fact kill the charger to my laptop, which no-one had an equivalent to, meaning that I was without my precious piece of outerworld communication product for three straight days, inwhich I did nearly anything but sitting in front of the permanently black screen, crying my eyes out, praying to the Foo Fighters that an end to all the madness would soon emerge.
And to the power of Dave Grohl, the rescue came! It was in a little white, but heavy, envelope, sent with Express Mail from my dear mother, who had heard my cry of pain (or yells of dispair through the phone), and sent me an extra charger she had at her work, which fits this unique, almost antique little DELL lapper.

So lo and behold - I am working on her now, multitasking between blogging, emailing, facing, and of course, working on my History homework, which is due in app. 40 minutes. And on that note, I will resign myself to my oh so important studying of the Roman Republic. Today's lesson: have faith (or learn to fly).

mandag den 14. september 2009

manage my own business

The beauty of IB is that you're not required to stay in a specific class or follow some kind of set study theme, like a linguistic, mathematical, or scientific study major. As an IB student, one can smoothly shuffle between subjects and put together a completely unique schedule. Today, I decided that it was time to drop Chemistry and take up Business Management, which I've wanted to do for quite a while, but I
1) wanted to make sure that I'd given Chem a good try
2) was unsure of whether the BM class was full already or not.
Turns out there was an open spot for me, and good gracious, did I snatch that spot. I'm probably going to miss the class all the same - Fiona is a really good teacher, and very caring, and I had some really good classmates, like Adity, who constantly reassured me I was doing the right thing, being her lab partner.
Even though my lectio hasn't stabilized itself yet, I know that my first BM class is tomorrow, at the same time as my Theory of Knowledge class. Wonder how my new schedule will look like.. Will I still have a Killer-ish Wednesday (double math, double chem, double history, triple physics)? We'll see.

lørdag den 12. september 2009

give me butter

I'm sinking so deep I'm almost chewing pavement. I need a job so bad. I'm actually starting to beg for McDonald's to call me back some time soon. The only people who call me back are the voluntary stores I've signed up to help (even though I can barely pay the bus ticket there and back) and my bank, who I really do not want to talk to at this point in my life, if you get my drift. Apparently the unemployment rate for young people in Denmark has increased with more than 210% in 2009. Great timing, world economic failure spasses.

hot chocolate afternoon


Today was Anne's birthday, hurray hurray! I went out to her place about an hour before the shiz went down, to help her with the cake (licking at the icing and poking holes in the dough), the hot chocolate (which was fine until I accidentally hit that little switch on the whisks so whipped cream went everywhere), and the table setting (I was pretty much just sitting in her bed, propped up on pillows, reading her Soundvenue mags by this point). People showed up around 2 pm, it was pretty cosy, but I had to leave around five to go home and do my literary essay -which I'm pretty close to done with now. Go me! I need some more motivation... or tea, maybe?
Anne's birthday present from me was a shopping trip to Copenhagen slash a concert ticket slash a trip to Tivoli slaaaaash a night out on the town. I'm kind of hoping she won't be wanting to do any of those things for at least a couple of months, as I am currently very deeply b-r-o-k-e.

there is only power, and those too weak to seek it

While my mud mask dries, and while my subconscience works a little harder at this literary essay I'm stressing with, I'd like to take a minute to point out how good I'm feeling right now. My sister picked me up Friday, after the School Sports Day, while I still had black camouflage paint in my face after being a military-inspired cheerleader all day. We drove back to my parent's house in Jutland in about four hours because of massive traffic blockage, and I had a really good evening with my parents. I've decided to drop Chem for Business/Management or Visual Arts, seeing as I don't really need Chem for anything in my future, and as I just can't handle taking two sciences anymore. It's such a relief, knowing that the one thing that has kept me so stressed out in school the last couple of weeks might come to an end pretty soon. I'm a little nervous, but it feels right. The first Harry Potter movie just ended! Gotta love all that poor newbie acting. Who would've known that those three little children turned out to be such sexy hotties as teenagers?

mandag den 7. september 2009

not really a manic monday

History was cancelled today! Hurray for me! I spend the day doing Danish and Chem, then going to the gym to work those butt and thigh muscles and rope skip for a while, followed by a very enthusiastic and spontanious cleaning frenzy in my room, which led to me finding all sorts of disgusting wonders, which then forced me to do my laundry. It's the last day of my soup diet and my face is less fat, yay yay. What else is up? Well...
Saturday I spent all the money I had left from going out friday on
dresses from H&M, Topshop and Zara, a thermos and a strapless
bra from Urban Outfitters, and a very cute little leather bag.
At lunch Jenny got a big, bubble-wrapped packadge from the US full of
cosmetics that she'd purchased from e-bay. We were all being pretty jealous
bitches until someone was like, "Anne, you got mail too!". Lindsey Green,
I love you, and your lesbian/Australian awsome tendencies, and I
hope my Canadian care packadge reaches you soon (it's only been
two months). The clean room that now smells like cinnamon cake (IKEA candles),
orgasmic tchai tea (something British from Malcolm), and detergent.

søndag den 6. september 2009

last night a mojito saved my life

My name was Marie for the night, as we jumped a train and went into town on Friday. We pumped up our spirits by confusing people on the metro with our accents, drinks at Anya's appartment, and accidentally stealing a chocolate bar at the Afghan kiosk.

tirsdag den 1. september 2009

cranberry cranberry cranberry juice

"... you can only drink unsweetened tea (not black), straight cranberry juice and, of course, lots and lots of water..."
I am on this diet right now. It's a fucked up thing. I drink
this soup thingy everyday with my friend Malcolm, and
then from day to day I can eat different supplementary
things - like yesterday was Fruit Day, then today is Veggies,
tomorrow is Fruit & Veggies, then it's bananas and skim
milk, then three days of meat (which means beans for me),
and the last day (Tuesday) willl be purely soup.