søndag den 22. november 2009
We're all just regular everyday normal guys and mothafuckas.
Is you and you and you and you...
and you Mariah Carey
365 days of dark humour
artsy stuff from Yes We Can Can
onsdag den 18. november 2009
We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one,
We're gonna rock around the clock tonight,
We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight.
We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight Bill Haley
I'm in a whole other dimension
Dancing doubles on the floor Paloma Faith
So, you know how when you feel really sick-ish and flu-licious, and you have all these hours in the day to just sit around like a newly-spawned, permanent lump in your coutch, you suddenly start noticing things about you, you never noticed before? For instance, I have a freckle right squat centre on my right big toe. I had two bumpy almost-zits on my nose, that I made into two perfectly illuminating, red scratches. And then I looked at my hair and had a "hmmmmmmm" moment. I tried cutting it, and failed slowly. One thing is cutting bangs, but hair in general is much much tougher. Anya came by, grabbed the scissors (under the influence of a little Bailey's and cigar smoke, might I add) and started chopping away. I really like the result, except I'm gonna go to the hairdresser's next week and get her to fix a little of this and that.
Other than the new hair and the reactions I get daily (ranging from "Wow, that really suits you" to "That is brave. I would never do it" and the eternally dreaded "You look.. different"), which I am trying to appreciate little by little, not much is up. I'm tired from sniffing paint fumes all day and trying to pump myself up on a little instant karma.
lørdag den 14. november 2009
fredag den 13. november 2009
mandag den 9. november 2009
Dr. Cox to J.D: “How about, Go to hell, Shakira.”
This amazing episode surprised me today. After waking up to the darkest shade of grey known to Danish November, not making breakfast, having two pointless lessons of Danish and a conversation with my teacher About My Future (started sad, was okay for a while, then I started getting nervous, then more sad, then a happy uplift near the end, and then i tripped out of the door as I left with the sound of my teacher sighing loudly behind me), then two hours off which I spent doing laundry and buying gum and soap in town, lunch which was labeled "Green Stuff" for the vegetarians (yum, my favourite), and then two History periods about German Unification which was killer killer killer. So coming home to Scrubs and a warm Snuggie (I accidentally-on-purpose left it on the radiator - fire hazard to the max, but so delicious to cuddle up in) was, is, perfection.
søndag den 8. november 2009
jumped up on the stage
and lady stardust sang his songs
of darkness and disgrace David Bowie
Lydia's Zimbabwean mate came to Copenhagen during the week. We spent one whole day marching through the city, literally not being able to locate The Little Mermaid, a H.C. Andersen inspired statue that sits on a rock in the middle of nowhere by Churchill Park. She is one of Denmark's most powerful images, but I still haven't figured out why, except that Andersen is a Copenhagen icon and major attraction for Asian tourists. It's kind of interesting how much vandalism she's been the victim of, though, like her head's been sawed off and stolen twice, her right arm was sawed off but returned again, she's had paint dumped over her twice, been dressed in a burka and, more recently, a muslim dress and a few years ago for International Women's Day she had a dildo strapped to her hand.
we would be together forever
we would live on the Delancy Street
then you cut your hair
and it ended there Mystery Jets
On the night of Halloween
the boarding school had a King's party.
It was a combination of good music for dirty dancing,
drunkness off free beer, creepy people still in costumes,
and everybody being very hungover at breakfast the next morning.
The following Sunday
our hall was a mess. It was so disgusting. The
King's club is in the basement of A Hall - my hall - and
so people find it nice and convenient to go upstairs and use
our bathrooms in their drunken states. One thing is waking
up to pee all over the toilet seats and a devastating lack of
toiletpaper, but we basically spend the day cleaning three pools
of non-vegetarian puke up with mops and poor gag-reflex faces. Yummay.
we all gathered in the tea room around the lit fireplace
with cups of hot chocolate and too many marshmallows for words.
It was all very cosy, listening to scary stories about the boarding
school ghosts and several suicides that have been going on here for
the last forty years. I got so freaked out that I really couldn't get myself
to go to my room and slept - so when a movie was playing in the basement
theatre and all the people from my hall were going, I went, because I'm
lame and figured that everything beats sitting alone in an empty room. Big
mistake. We watched A Tale of Two Sisters which was some scary scary
shit and afterwards I went to my room and my tv turned on by itself with
white noise and grey/white flickerings! Now my tv lives with my next-door
neighbour. If she dies soon I will probably have to flee the country.