søndag den 18. oktober 2009

you got the love

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space Dusty Springfield

The c.a.e.s.a.r. event; crucially awsome exchange students' autumn reunion, hopefully to become the annual reunion, of six ex-Canadians from all over Europe. We went all over Copenhagen, being great tourists during the day (Copenhagen museum of modern art, the King's garden, the botanic garden, Istedgade, Christiania, etc) and fighting xenophobia during the night at Ny Østergade, Basement, Elhjørnet, Sam's bar (haha), and Marie Jo's friends' houseparties. Yesterday I had a five-day hangover saying goodbye to my friends at the central train station of Copenhagen, so I got picked up by my sister who drove me and all my stuff back to the boarder and chilled all night with my much-missed friends and neighbours. We all decided that c.a.e.s.a.r. was a success, but that Denmark is cold and expensive, so next year it will be in Rome. Exchange students for the win!

Big: I've got to hand it to you, kid. Most people come to Paris to fall in love. You came and got slapped.
Sex and the City, the final episode: 'An American Girl in Paris (part deux)'

tirsdag den 13. oktober 2009


If I don't
make it back
from the city, then
it is only because
I am drawn away Mew
malcolm: peedantism! "enjoys long walks in the park"
anne: what? how did you get that from peedantism?!
malcolm: well i imagine.. pee sounds like 'penis'; which is gay; which is like: "walking in the park with my male lover"

anne: if i say 'peedantism', what is the first description that comes to your mind?
anya: i dont know... something to do with pee.

- tonight, 'everything was going good until she wanted to update her status.. you forgot to close pterodactyl porn from this morning. clothes went back on.' - more right here

- what's funnier than a dead baby in a clown costume? this is


You’ve been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you’re just a little baby Marina and the Diamonds

Eden: coniertiavialism...
Anne: what does that mean?
Eden: the act of validating something that has never existed, for example, I just coniertiated the word coniertiavialism..

i prenteded i was sleeping

You put your arm around my shoulder
It was as if the room got colder
We moved closer in together
And started talking bout the weather
Said tomorrow would be fun
We can watch 'A Place In The Sun'
I didn't know where this was going
When you kissed me Lily Allen

Autumn, autumn, autumn! I positively love everything about it, from the lurky dark blue nuances that appear on the sky around six thirty, to the absolutely fabulous new fall fashions that make my wallet scream no while my heart whispers yes, oh yes. First and foremost, I believe a new, natural, perhaps oversized coat could be in order, along with a nice, roomy leather bag (perfect for school, work, and to carry a warm cardi in on a night out). I don't really like hats, I don't have a 'hat-face' (and who cares about my fairly versatile sunglasses face when it's winter?), but I think some pretty hairbands with large flowers or feathers could be quite cosy. Gloves, on hands or around my neck, is the last wish, and then I need to dust off my old red lipstick to sprucen up my pale brunette appearance. And who says sweaters can't be sexy? I need to flash that Visa to shame in Copenhagen for the sake of the season.

søndag den 11. oktober 2009

homunculus, i am ill

What a thrill
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.

Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.

Dirty girl,
Thumb stump. Sylvia Plath

I am home, celebrating autumn break. Friday night after school I packed my stuff, said goodbye to everyone, and got driven home by my sister. I had about an hour and a half to throw on a party dress, let in freinds, drink a few cosmos, rethink hair, buttoms-up on the wine, change dress, destroy a pair of pantyhose, create holes in the second try, and go anyway. Entrance was expensive, but none of us paid for drinks the whole night so who cares, really. Due to crazy drama with my friend getting drugged (but dancing on the stage half an hour later), and two gas leaks, the party ended around one, which meant tequila shots on house, not too shabby. Then we went to the pub and got free beer from my ex-drama teacher/youth school councelor, who is now a bartender, and we just kind of played dice until they for some reason kept escaping the shakers.
Tonight people are coming over here for a cosy girl's night, I'm not planning on turning off MTV anytime soon with this the City breakathon on, and I think I'll just stare down my math report until it eventually solves itself. Good plan, Anne.

søndag den 4. oktober 2009

survival kit for college sundays

  • lots of coke and ice cubes (seeing as our fridge/freezer doesn't work, this means imaginary ice cubes.. Oh my God this would be sooo good right about now)
  • shampoo. lots and lots of shampoo. and them some more shampoo that you stash in a very secret place in your room, which you most make an oath upon to never ever tell a soul, as I promise that a desperate need for shampoo can bring people to do very desperate things.
  • a fresh roll of toiletpaper. This does not need to brought from home, but on weekends the bathrooms always, always run out, and, though we don't have to go there: you don't want to be that girl. Ever.
  • band aids and pain killers. some kind of alcohol to disinfect possible new scars.
  • laundry stuff, but do not expect to actually get any laundry done on Sundays. Sunday laundry is only for the super-well-coordinated, waking-up-at-6:05 freaks who overtake the basements to wash every cloth-like material from their rooms. Including bedding and sheets. Every Sunday. Yes, freaks.
  • Some kind of well put-together procrastination list of homework for the week, phone calls to make, pills to take, etc. Remember: anything that can be put off to Monday should be.
  • Lastly; the complete Gilmore Girls series. Enjoy.