diamonds and a hippo

twelve imags from a beautiful year

2009-12-31T07:46:00.000-08:00

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

try to kill it all away

2009-12-20T07:03:00.002-08:00

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

2009-12-20T04:34:00.000-08:00

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

leaving me disbelieving

2009-12-06T04:51:00.000-08:00

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.

And now, I really really want to watch this movie.

why did dicaprio have to die

2009-11-22T10:03:00.000-08:00

You can do anything you want as long as it makes sense
mystery jets

We're all just regular everyday normal guys and mothafuckas.

all i want

2009-11-22T07:20:00.000-08:00

All i want for christmas
Is you and you and you and you...
and you Mariah Carey

For the mind,

Canadian poetry

365 days of dark humour

artsy stuff from Yes We Can Can

body,

big, obnoxious faux fur coat

an incredible amount of cash

to go Wasteland-crazy (Juno

shades and Mt. Ape College

sweatshirts here I come)

timed jewelry

and soul

inspirational books

itinerant tunes of some kind

fit for a fortnight

2009-11-22T03:32:00.000-08:00

Says she's 21, shes probably 16

Got a dirty mouth

At least her teeth are clean

Jack from Tennesee

Makes me think that every girl I see

Is my cup of tea The Holloways

Another weirdly well-balanced weekend, ohoy. Friday we went to the theatre to see the Henrik Ibsen play "A Doll's House" at the folk theatre. It was quite nice, except it was like they'd tried to create a 'modern version', with cell-phones and Desigual dresses appearing here and there on the stage, but somehow it didn't quite stick.

When the play was over, almost everybody wanted to go home, or go to this party thrown by a close friends' exboyfriend, so Sofia, Christina, and I decided instead to go drink some liquorice shots on the doorsteps of Copenhagen. We ended up running around oustide the Tivoli-area in a big chain with a guy called Sam, making people join in streetdances and tripping over homeless Italians.

I woke up distressed, after a very off-putting dream, had a shower, and went back into the city to babysit my cousin Eileen. We ate caramel chew chew, drank too much green tea and watched an excessive amount of musicals - I fell asleep first, defeated.

On my way home this morning, I stopped at the Central Station for coffee (my favourite 7-11 guy always stamps my card twice, bless him) and fell over the most magnificent 5 albums for 100 kr (app. $20) sale. Hurray for other people not appreciating my music, have a nice Sunday out there. My personal must-hears;

"Hell Yeah/and if you don't believe in Hell/

c'mon and just yell yeah" Yell Yeah!

"You know London will kill her/you can't let

the smoke have it's way" Most Lonely Face

"You can't fool me Dennis/knock me in a

cocked hat/you always played with a

straight bat" You Can't Fool Me Dennis

"Heal, why don't you heal/killing the doctor/

it's real, it's almost real" Killing the Doctor

and track # 6, Interlude in F Major.

"You better cry hard/cause I'm the

worst and the best right through this"

Demons (Are a Girl's Best Friend)

ante meridiem

2009-11-18T11:21:00.000-08:00

Put your glad rags on and join me, hon,
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 know I'm cheap, but my sister is getting a cow-painting for her

twentieth birthday. I need to write something cool in stensils

next to it, but I'm waiting for originality to strike me with

something more creative than "20 years of moo"

stone cold sober

2009-11-18T11:03:00.000-08:00

119 miles an hour
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.

water on the moon

2009-11-14T13:16:00.000-08:00

Screw you

I didn't like your taste

anyway, I chose you

That's all go to waste

It's Saturday

I'll go out and find another you Robbie Williams

You know you're a sick, tired, smelly excuse for a human when you've had a piece of meat-less kebab pizza stuck in your braces on the back side of your front teeth for more than an hour.. but still find don't find the motivation to leave this sweaty bed and find a piece of dental floss.

Ohhh I could go for a Push Pop.

Oh my God you know you're starved for entertainment when you go far enough into the archives of Youtube and stumble over rib cage ticklers like this pearl and the first legit reason I ever got to start watching Idol.

[I realise my humour at this point is very banal.. I have a fever, either feed me ice cream, or go away]

sleep [instrumental]

2009-11-13T01:03:00.000-08:00

"I think when rational men are forced to face their shortcomings, they all do the same thing: blame Kevin Casey"

J.D in My Catalyst

I know what you must be thinking. Miss Enna D'lor has disappeared off the face of the earth and randomly got stuck in a dark but surprisingly homely grotto with only cups of earl grey and youtube scrubs episodes to get by on. And I would be loving it too, if it wasn't for the constant sneeze/cough attacks, the tears, the aching spine, the weird smells my skin oozes, the drowsiness, the self-pity, etc. People bring me food, sometimes I eat it, sometimes I don't. My entire hall is sick and everything smells like pills. I just ate an orange and feel worse than ever. Tonight I'm going home to the mainland to see my parents, and hopefully get better for monday. Please, please, please, dear sickness, do not be swine flu.

I just made my friends hand in my English literary essay and Physics report that I was working on all night yesterday.

Cleaning crew is here. Vacuum on full blast in the hall. FML.

my lucky day

2009-11-09T05:10:00.000-08:00

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.

galla galla

2009-11-08T05:25:00.000-08:00

'galla' is a nonsense term often used by anti-Oromo people, and also another name for P'tcha , a traditional Ashkenazi Jewish food. However; in Danish it's a word used to described a formal party of sorts. I was at one yesterday. I wore these very nice new heels from H&M and also fell very hard and painfully in them later in the evening (after all-you-can-eat-and-drink at the Chinese restaurant for three hours prior to the dance). We danced lancier and I went home quite early. It was the kind of morning where you wish things were a lot different and you clean up your entire room and fold your clothes nicely and have a decent shower. These kind of morning always change me a little bit for the better, I think.

lady stardust

2009-11-08T04:54:00.000-08:00

The boy in the bright blue jeans
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.

diamonds in the dark

2009-11-08T04:38:00.000-08:00

We would have little children
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.

In the evening

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.

you got the love

2009-10-18T14:30:00.000-07:00

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)'

zookeeper

2009-10-13T15:42:00.000-07:00

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

coniertiavialism

2009-10-13T10:00:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-13T07:44:00.000-07:00

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.

homunculus, i am ill

2009-10-11T04:17:00.000-07:00

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

BREAK TIME!!!

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.

survival kit for college sundays

2009-10-04T08:13:00.000-07:00

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.

so, about last night

2009-09-25T13:35:00.001-07:00

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.

eternal internal damage

2009-09-21T05:56:00.000-07:00

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;

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.
Skipped the shower. Shouldn't have.
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.
Two hours off, spent doing laundry and putting discs back in their respective albums.
Spilt detergent.
Found long-forgotten IKEA 'shot glasses' and gave them a well-deserved clean.
Retrieved non-smelling bath towel from laundry room.
Robbed the coffee machine. Forced it to eat my Euros and feed me 115,- kr.
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.
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.

sunday everyday

2009-09-20T03:59:00.000-07:00

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.

friday the eighteenth

2009-09-19T05:26:00.000-07:00

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

anne karla, seventeen

2009-09-19T01:45:00.000-07:00

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

the only difference,

2009-09-17T03:57:00.000-07:00

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).

manage my own business

2009-09-14T06:28:00.000-07:00

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.

give me butter

2009-09-12T15:54:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-12T14:49:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-12T12:23:00.000-07:00

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?

not really a manic monday

2009-09-07T08:01:00.000-07:00

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.

last night a mojito saved my life

2009-09-06T00:44:00.001-07:00

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.

cranberry cranberry cranberry juice

2009-09-01T13:08:00.000-07:00

"... 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.

i'd take it all and then i'd find a way to share

2009-08-25T10:12:00.000-07:00

The Boarding School; Three Great Things

#1 The Freedom

It feels great to be allowed to do whatever you want (with resbonsibility and within reason). We have an 11 pm curfew on school days, but the teachers usually cut everybody a lot of slack, and there hasn't really been anyone to check up on us the last four or five days, which makes it very easy to have late-night movie-watching parties or take the train to other parts of Copenhagen and attend things like Zulu Sommerbio, a very cosy, entirely free outdoors movie experience. The other day they played the Sex and the City movie, and a bunch of us (giddy) girls and (reluctant) boys went. It was nice, but a little cold, and we were back around one, which we all regretted a little when we had to take a Standard Level math test the next morning at 8.

#2 The People
Fo shiz, this is the greatest place in the world if you're a person who likes having friends. If that's not the case, maybe it's time to jump off that bridge once and for all. It's just the best atmosphere, yet we're all so privileged as to have our own (very small, yet private) dorm rooms to retreat to when the socialization gets a little overpowering. This guy, Malcolm, lives two doors down from me here in the lower A-hall. When I'm sick he makes me tea (when I asked him if he knew how to make it, he angrily exclaimed: "Fuck you, Anne, I'm bri'ish!"), when he's thirsty I give him Diet Coke. When my room is cluttered after I party, he lets me borrow his bed, and when his room is smelly I clean it for him. It's a grand relationship. And the best part is: it's not the only one of the kind I have here at the boarding school.

#3 The Love
Whether it's between dormies, friends, or lovers, it is the most awesome part of life here. The love is so incredible, it easily gets overwhelming, but never unbearable. Sometimes it can even be a little disturbing (like when Malcolm runs around the hall only wearing briefs and doing booty-shake dances) or awkward (like when everybody gets really, really drunk at the friday night King's party [there was free beer] and tries their best to avoid eye contact with other humans the rest of the weekend) or just plain weird (I saw Malcolm naked in the shower [and loved it, d'uh]). But usually, it's a lovely lovely place to be, and I will be sharing much more IB-programme and boarding school-information on a seperate blog I'm doing for CAS points at
www.ib-life.blogspot.com, which should be up and running pretty soon.

I guess calling a coworker a lesbian sea cow is some kind of violation

2009-08-22T04:04:00.000-07:00

While waiting for my hungover friend, this pretty blonde lady, to pay me a visit, I started a vegan cooking project for an American friend of mine who just turned eighteen.

my culinary-skilled über-vegan sister showed me how to make a

veg 'egg' mix using flax and oil

Yes, I got a bladder infection again. It's a long story about how my

organs are messed up, and basically it just means I have to drink lots

all the time (which everybody theoretically has to anyways) and

supplemet with cranberries as much as possible. I popped a few

into the peanutbutter/choc chip cookies just for tries. Delish.

Rhhhm rhhhm rhhhm, recipe here.

Uh, and a little more weekend stuff;

this is like FML.com but in a more sex-obsessed, twisted drunk way. Needless to say, brilliant.
can you believe this? I'm sad my birthday is over and I have to wait for Christmas to put it on my wishlist
detox week coming up. I'm getting this tea and a membership at this gym, which is just around the corner from my dorm. Yay yay yay.

build a wall of books between us in our bed

2009-08-21T16:14:00.001-07:00

This makes me kind of happy that I rock an original shuffle. Even if sound is only played in the left ear.

a random selection of white-ear phones moments

there will always be garbage

2009-08-21T14:22:00.001-07:00

Quote by Emily Niezgoda

Tonight I've been spending the evening at my parents'. My Mom got out of the hospital and everything was "oh have some more artichoke salad, Anne", "is the wine good for you?" and "your sister is moving to Copenhagen next week already, so you could go to IKEA together, doesn't that sound nice?". It was lovely, don't get me wrong, but it's kind of a peculiar feeling to be the daughter who takes a four-hour train ride to see her parents for the weekend, talking, watching movies and eating, and then returning back to her boarding-school island Sunday afternoon. Peculiar in a good way, though.

I'm in my (old) room, packing more dresses and wollen socks, whilst filling out formulas for the post service, South Park playing in the background and tea brewing on the late-night shadowed counter. I googled Diet Coke and discovered that the slogan of '06 was Light It Up. Ambiguous much? I wanted to watch the commercial from last year, "What life should be like", but instead I ended up watching a long row of condom ads, really cool ones like this and this one.

Crab people, crab people, craaaab people... I love love love her

but did she sell out a little here?
actually... who cares. It's Zooey Deschanel
...and kind of catchy.

frankie what would you like me to do?

2009-08-20T01:57:00.000-07:00

INTROTRIP! The first bigger excursion with my new class of first-year IB students. It was okay, the trip itself, but what made it awsome was all the people I hadn't yet had a chance to meet earlier in the week. We went to Frederiksborg Castle (very Danish and fairytale-y, and conveniently close enough to the school to make the transportation fees cheaper) and Tegners Museum (no pictures allowed, stupid Rudolph Tegner), and then we were supposed to play a game of round ball, another Danish treat which is kind of like baseball but with less rules, more sloppiness, and a far greater amount of screaming and rude insults coming from the sidelines. All good fun, except the smart teachers of Birkerød Gymnasium (BG) decided that there wasn't a place in the area suitable for that kind of game - and made us play Live Stratego instead. Oh my effing God that was dumb. I was a Bomb and a Bomb Attender and a Lieutenant and for some reason I kept dying or being attacked and it was really confusing all together. Apparently my team won, but I'm pretty sure we all cheated like sailors so who cares. On the bus trip home Jonathan and I ate apples and listened to all my favourite songs on his iPod, especially this one and this one.

young and sweet

2009-08-18T23:36:00.000-07:00

... only seventeen

Shortly after I turned 17 I went to the hairdresser, who told me
my previous cut was such a fugly disaster I had to get at least three

inches taken off, just for starters. Now my hair is stupidly shoulder-

length and I feel weird washing it.

A cat-bag from Stockholm, a Fever Ray album, a couple of books,

organic shampoo, and a little bit of money.

The last piece of birthday cake, eaten 9 days after it was made.
Uh la laa, swine flu.

black and white a red and blue things that look good on you

2009-08-18T13:39:00.000-07:00

Guess who was really really hungover after the festivals and spent all day making plastic-pearl jewelry! Yes, me me me. And then I packed and packed and packed some more.

champagne bitches at the festival ground

2009-08-18T13:24:00.000-07:00

... it's time to raise your glass, say yeah, scream louder, get better, run faster, fall harder, escape, escape, escape!

Skanderborg festival 2009

festival train

2009-08-03T22:17:00.000-07:00

Just for you, Landon, with love from another lonely alien.

a crumpled receipt for a pair of leather boots

2009-07-29T02:49:00.000-07:00

Do you want to share a listen? Do you want to lend an ear?

I was looking for the old Regina Spektor albums at the library, and ended up going through the whole S section. I didn't find any Regina, but I still walked home with quite the stack of precious music.

I have no wallet, I have no wallet. I keep my cards together with a blue rubber band.

bread and sand

2009-07-28T06:27:00.001-07:00

Is it over already?

The Viking Fair, Moesgård Beach, the last whole weekend of July. Since 1974.

Good moments were my aunt doing fire watch, getting very drunk and sending codes all over the walkie-talkies like "Foxtrot Bravo" for free booze and "Delta Delta" for big-busted women (double D's), sitting by the fire and singing Irish folk/drinking songs and theme songs from Pokémon, Bubbi Bjørnene (Gummi Bears) and Friends, falling down the stairs and finding a big drinking horn, and getting a new Viking dress to wear. Already excited for next year.

i like taking time and i like your mind

2009-07-26T13:49:00.001-07:00

Don't you want to share the guilt?

So I'm a huge Kate Nash fan. Like über fan. Well not really, but I love her music, and her lyrics make me happy and she's so pretty and nice and down-to-earth and real. Her concerts are so vibrant and she truly radiates, whether it is behind a guitar or a piano, or behind nothing at all, alone on the stage with a vintage dress and her cute bangs and a nervous giggle in the mic. I would turn gay for her. Again, not really, but she truly is wonderful.

I hate seagulls and I hate being sick. I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate knits. I hate falling over. I hate grazing my knee. I hate picking off the scab a little bit too early. I hate getting toothache. I hate when it's a piss take. I hate all the mistakes I make. I hate rude ignorant bastards and I hate snobbery. I hate anyone who if I was serving chips wouldn't talk to me. But I have a friend with whom I like to spend any time I can find with. I like sleeping in your bed. I like knowing what is going on inside your head. I like taking time and I like your mind and I like when your hand is in mine. I like getting drunk on the tunes by the beach. I like picking strawberries. I like cream teas and I like reading ghost stories and my heart skips a beat every time that we meet. It's been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory but then you're back and I am fine 'cause you're with me and I'm in love with you and I can't find the words to make it sound unique.

But honestly, you make me strong.

I can't believe I've found someone this kind.

I hope you'll carry on.

'Cause you're so nice and I'm in love with you..

darth vader was framed

2009-07-26T12:14:00.000-07:00

Who can resist these sexy beasts?

The moon is shining on a fat night. Hilary Duff is really beautiful. I'm watching A Cinderella Story and thinking about what a big fatty I am. Well, I'm starting my running routine again tomorrow - I've been doing it since I got back, but have missed out the last three days because of the Viking Fair (pictures are coming) - but I'm still not feeling totally awsome yet. I took a bus and a train home from the beach today, smelling like fire smoke, lamb meat and seagull. I got so many angry looks from people (I know, I'm so rude to smell weird and have a big bag with me on a crowded piece of public transit), and even a toddler sticked her tongue out at me. God, I wanted to stick my finger in her soft spot so bad. Just kidding of course. When I got home I spent almost fifteen minutes cleaning my finger nails.
Tonight I'm going to be drinking lots of green tea and drool like a Quazzy over Chad Michael Murray. I might just start washing my clothes and getting organized, clean my face for the first time in a week, and maybe check out that math I've been neglecting since the end of school in June. Or maybe I'm just going to watch more crap TV.

open to the opportunities

2009-07-26T11:24:00.000-07:00

How could anyone ever get rid of this?

I got some awesome stuff down in town today. A retro shirt that says "Patrick" on it, a pink kid's rain shirt (I'm thinking festival), a slightly-oversized dark purple velvet dress, and a very red and very large "Red Barnet" ('Save the Children' Denmark) zip-up sweater. The next festivals that are on my mind are the Denmark's Ugliest Festival on thursday (which, by the way, is also my 17th birthday) and Denmark's Most Beautiful Festival in the beginning of August. I know it will be rainy, there aren't really any super amazing large foreign bands coming in, but it will be Danish and it will be a beaut. Hopefully I'll see something new that will drag me towards them like friendly fire. Other than that I will be spending my time creating tank tops with band names and listening to Choir of Young Believers, Vinnie Who, and Juvelen over and over and over again.

i'm no superman

2009-07-24T02:08:00.000-07:00

Why must it always rain in the last whole weekend of July?

Last night I hung out with Stine and Anne. We drank, watched the old Hairspray and Sound of Music, and talked through life.
Today I'm packing, while drinking a really large glass of coke on puzzle-piece-shaped ice cubes and getting ready to head out to the Viking Fair. It sure is going to be a slice. Scrubs is on. I'm no Superman, either. Now where did those rubber boots go?

no handlebars

2009-07-23T03:25:00.000-07:00

But you know what sucks?

Tour de France. It is blocking all the local channels on my TV, it's on all the news, and people just make way too big a deal out of it. And then there are all the freaky middle-aged plump men in my neighbourhood who have decided that anything Lance can do, they can do better. They appear to be popping in from out of nowhere everywhere I go in town, on their tiny skeleton-bicycles, sporting outfits that are way too tight and helmets that make them look like retarded foreign politicians. And to top it all, Tour de France is (gasp) French. Like what the fuck. The coolest thing to be said about this bicycle race is that Danish cyclists have a record in getting this sexy little yellow tricot to flash around the field. How embarrassing for our nation.

pretty little things

2009-07-23T02:54:00.000-07:00

Should I stay or should I go?

I'm suddenly incredibly excited about the prospects of me moving out soon and the fact that it is clashing with my birthday. I've never been the type of person to have a big count-down going to my Big Day (it's honestly not that interesting and it's not much unique either, with this many people being born on the planet all day every day), but I've always been a sucker for presents. I was wondering about what kind of household stuff I need to start putting on the wishlist/shopping list in case I don't get it for my birthday. The next instant I was surfing all over Urban Outfitter's site with their lovely clocks, awesome books, cool mugs and amazingly stupid collection of random objects like key chain covers shaped like guitars and french fry telephones.

wrinkles and reading glasses

2009-07-22T16:46:00.000-07:00

Would you rather have a wrinkle for every smile in your life, or no wrinkles and no smiles at all?

Golly gee. There is one week til my seventeenth birthday! I feel pretty damn old. My hip is making squeaky sounds and I'm pretty sure I'm starting to get bladder control issues. I can just smell the age formating all around me (or maybe I should reconsider the whole vacuuming-and-washing-the-floors ordeal in my room again). It's the wee hours of a thursday morning and I'm not tired at all. I might have issues. I've spent the last two hours looking at H&M home wear and KitchenAid mixers and I've decided to have my birthday party with a fifties housewife-theme. My mother likes to remind me that since I'm moving to Copenhagen this August, it's time for the countless albums and wardrobe additions to give way to less exciting stuff like towels and spatulas and linnen and perhaps some extra light bulbs (just in case) on the birthday wish list. I was starting to feel really old and disgusting in the f-my-life kind of way, but then I did a lot of googling and catalogue browsing and holy moly, there is a lot of sexy housewife gear out there! Suddenly I'm not so sad about the whole another-year-another-tear diva-concept. Who knows, I might even go out and buy Seventeen Magazine.

toilet walls and sharpies

2009-07-22T15:15:00.000-07:00

How do you get permanent marker off a mirror?

I went to a party with a friend who lives near Copenhagen. We grew up together in the little golden nugget of Gørlev on the biggest island of Denmark, and she is still the girl I run to with my ups and downs these sixteen years later. One of her friends was turning seventeen, so we took a bus and a couple of trains, picking up more lovely party girls and 'a few bottles of Bud' on the way. We partied for almost ten hours straight, and all the way through I managed to still be chewing the same piece of cheap overpoweringly-minty gum that I had brought from home. At one point I wanted to take pictures of the party, but instead this guy who was hitting on my friend knocked my camera out of my hand and into a very red and very grown-up looking drink. Luckily I got a really cool conversation out of it with Hot Blonde Bartender about knee socks and tooth brush etiquette.

plucking away

2009-07-22T14:57:00.000-07:00

I wonder if I can grow a unibrow... Or maybe a moustache?

So, I was heading down to Magnus' place to have a little drink in the garden and chill with my homeslices. I was about to scatter when I received a text from Emilie, asking me to wait for her so we could walk together. Oh how dependant that little monkey is! As I was all ready to go, I did what all girls do when they find themselves in front of a mirror with too much time on their hands; I started pinching every inch of my face, and had to grab my pink butterfly tweezers from Sephora to distract myself. When I was done plucking my brows and everything looked well-balanced and not-too-reddish-or-inflamed, I started looking at my hair. My long, dark brown hair with the long-past-outgrown bangs that I could finally stick together in a high ponytail without the use of bobby pins or hairbands. Did you stop at the word could in that sentence? You should've. Because moments later I had started chopping off bits and pieces. Bits became parts that became ends and then, voila, Anne got bangs! Trust me, I'm still in the process of forgiving myself and loving whatever I'm left with. I like the look, don't get me wrong, but I was just so excited about the bobby-pin-less hairdoes I could finally indulge in again that I was a little bit pissed when I realized my new fate in the shower the next morning. It was a bit of a slap-both-cheeks-and-scream-really-obnoxiously-Home-Alone moment.

it's back

2009-07-22T13:39:00.000-07:00

What is the difference between anti-perspirant and deodorant?

I've become really curious. I've always been a deodorant kind of gal, but what if I'm missing out? I mean, we've all been there. It's summer-time in Denmark, it's hot out; it's inevitable that I'll wear something grey or lightly coloured, the way my clothes budget and laundry-skills are heading. Chase-cutting: I will be hot. I will suffer. And I will sweat. Perhaps it's time to do a little experiment?

A part from my perspiration wonderings, july's been pretty busy for me. I've been hosting a couple of grill parties for those of my friends that are in town at the moment, I just came home from a four-day biking/camping/all-girls trip to Samsø, an island off the East coast, and I'm still settling in to being home after living in Canada for a year. It's quite the mouthful, I must admit, and I expected myself to be freaking out by now, chewing my nails down to little bloody splits and hyperventilating into H&M giftbags. Instead, my nails are long, surprisingly dirt-free, and covered in two almost-perfect layers of varnish, and my breathing is as normal and relaxed as it will ever be.

And lastly, as you might have noticed, the blog is back! Better, faster, stronger, juicier, and a damned lot more feisty than before. Always remember to never forget the good times.