torsdag den 31. december 2009

twelve imags from a beautiful year


january; puerta vallarta with Bára,
moved in with the Digouts
february; being sick all break, Sheridan playing
Death Cab for me, hanging out in Theodore a lot



march; boston, new york, and washington with
Lorenza, Larissa, Henrik, André, Marie Jo, and Jeff.


april; saskatoon and edmonton with the Digouts,
Welcome to Reykjavik shows, Reyrey at the coffeehouse
may; Sacred grad, track meets, drama provincials
june; Regional grad, saying goodbye
july; returning to Copenhagen/Denmark, Skanderborg
festival, summer break
august; Grimfestival, starting at Birkerød Gymnasium,
moving to Copenhagen

September; living it up, pretty much
October; break, CAESAR event
november; Kaffebal,
december; Christmas, New Years break,
NYE at Anya's, goodbye '09 forever

søndag den 20. december 2009

try to kill it all away

Everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt Johnny Cash

things that make me believe i used to be a cool little girl; 1[Chinese pig doll, Irish wish stone, treasure box of teeth], 2[B&J's from Singapore], 3[old useless trophy], 4[favourite pair of blue velvet Cheap Mondays], 5[animal glove, Chinese vanity board, porcelain cat with no particular explanation], 6[race cars dripping with battery acid]

i like boys that like their mothers

I like boys with strong convictions
and convicts with perfect diction
underdogs with good intentions
amputees with stamp collections
plywood skinboards ride the ocean
salty noses suntan lotion
always seriously joking
and rambunctiously soft-spoken Kimya Dawson

søndag den 6. december 2009

leaving me disbelieving

She poured the drinks and she poured the power
Diamond girl who could talk for hours
He left me for another lady Paloma Faith
So, the thing is, I'm an IB student. I guess it's equivalent to the last years of high school/first years of college and with the twist of being international. Oh, and we all get raped twenty-four seven. Honestly, I've never worked this hard in school before, and it's insane. The projects and hand-ins and reports and essays keep rolling in, and just as you think you've reached the last assignment in your pile, a truckload of books backs through your door and overwhelms your room with sweaty anxiety and coffee-stained Snuggies all over again. I should be complaining less and do my prep for my Oral Danish Exam this week. I also was just told that I have a Physics test Wednesday. I've been going to that class for three months now and have yet to actually learn anything physical whatsoever. I sense a fail.

Anywho, something cheery: my Friday was spent at a Christmas party in my dorm, the smell of duck excrutiatingly awesome and the taste of traditional Danish rødkål and Ris a la mande long-awaited. We drank a-lot a-lot of wine and sang songs and eventually went down to the club in the basement. Instead of dancing the night away with my peeps, I got an attack of super-espresso-depresso and fell asleep crying in my room. People told me the highlight of the party was that this guy called Money disappeared and everyone went on a treasurehunt at 4 in the morning. I spent the wee hours of Saturday throwing up bits and pieces of almond into a large red bin, finally feeling better, drinking an immense amount of Diet Coke, napping, and bitching about people I don't really have a problem with. As this weekend has gone so far, I guess I won a little bit.

I've also become obsessed with Paloma Faith, her style is just too versatile and colourful and cute and bubbly for words. Mind the lesbionicality about to shine through in these pictures.