A lonesome night….. staying in…. in my pathetic little dorm room. It smells like pot in here and I really don’t know why, but I certainly do love my new dorm room-smell. More of that please.
Enough of talking about my dorm room-odor. I feel like shit today. Like someone ate me, crapped me out and then took a great, smelly, over-the-top shit on me. I don’t know exactly why, but I really feel shitty in that way.
I had some great days this week. Actually I had some fucking swell days with the guy from my idea of heaven. Long story short we talked through the entire chaotic mess, got utterly shit faced and decided to see each other again. Thanks to enormous amount of wine for bringing us together.
So back to business: I’m angry, hurt, sad, depressed…. I feel a lot of emotions right now. I’m mad at the guy from my idea heaven. I’m mad at him, because he’s there and yet so far away. I’m mad at him because he didn’t try – even a bit – to cheer me up, and even though I said I needed to be alone I really just needed him to show me that he cares. I know, women are crazy. We demand of you to read our minds, but guys… come on, it isn’t THAT difficult, especially when all the hard work is done and the only thing you have to do is to show some affection. Maybe buy some chocolate or some doob. That would do perfectly.
In spite of everything, I’m not only mad at him, but also at my friends. Copenhagen. My family. I’m just utterly mad at everyone. I don’t want to move back, but then again… I really need to. And I don’t want love and affection, but I really need it. Maybe that’s the problem with me today, I don’t want anything but I need everything. Yeah, that’s probably the deal.. and maybe some pre-PMS.
Everybody told me “You should study psychology”. Even my mom told me to 2 hours after I applied for Anthropology and Ethnology. I kinda got mad at her for saying that because the timing was quite awful. First I thought to myself “You must be fucking with me – I’ve just APPLIED for something else” and 33 seconds later:
“Holy shit, why the fuck didn’t I apply for psychology, you stupid fuck?”
and 47 seconds later:
“It’s okay. I’ve applied for anthro and ethno because of the psychology, I’m gonna get it either way. Don’t worry (I basically lied to chill)”….
And now I feel the urge to study psychology so baaaaaadly. It has always been a possibility, but why I haven’t thought of it, I really don’t know. Maybe because I was afraid that it was too specific compared to anthropology, or maybe because I was way up in my own ass to see clearly. Since I was a little girl medicine was the future, and then I became a teenager with the thought that psychiatry was the answer with medicine… Then I thought I could get the part with psychiatry and psychology in anthropology, just with a little more….AND NOW I HAVE TOTALLY FUCKED IT UP! Oh my fucking jesus christ of maria, why didn’t I just listen to my mother?
I’m so sorry, mom. From now on I will never ever ever EVER be skeptical of your thoughts and ideas.
Fuck I miss my family by the way…………… I miss that hole of mess. Even though it was one chaotic home, I always knew when and what – which direction I was willing to go and what I wanted to do with my life. And since I’ve moved to Copenhagen everything seems so blurry.
not at all a post-relevant picture, but what the heck…
It’s so funny how the big city sometimes can’t live up to your “big” expectations, and I don’t even think that I’m SO demanding.
My biggest problem right now (or… not problem, but more lack of understanding) is all the fucking fancy coffee shops in Copenhagen. You can find an artzyfartzy coffee pusher on every street corner, which supports poverty by giving maybe 50 cent of every sale to some charity case. They also support the environment by selling coffee in some kind of eco-friendly cup-thingy. And not to forget their “we have the Fair Trade sticker on very single wall in our shop. We are just THAT good”.
And yet not a single one of those fucking shops sells soya or other milk substitutes to us, who are lactose-intolerant!! Yeah, you heard me, mister. NOT. A. SINGLE. ONE!
No, I haven’t been in every “We are human Jesus”-coffeeshops in Copenhagen. But almost. And here comes the funny part. The only shop, which give you the opportunity to drink coffee without risking world war 3 in your intestines, is Baresso. Stupid-not-that-good-coffee-shop, but because you can get soya milk in your coffee, their pathetic excuse for coffee wins my heart. And my intestines.
Its awesome when you have friends, who pulls you up from the grave and punches you into a dream, kicks you in the behind and say “come, jazz (that’s my nickname). now you get yourself together and start living”.
That was what Benjamin did for me. With less kicking and punching though. He’s more gentle, and yet it worked on me. So long story short, or short story even shorter, I had this DJ-dream. You remember? Yasminosaurus Rex? And now, because of Benjamin, I got my first gig with him at Drone – which is a rockin bar on Nørrebro, Copenhagen. But my DJ name is Myrtle Darcy-John though – I’m taking the timemachine back to the 50′s!
So if you by any chance are in Copenhagen, looking for a twist and ready to do the hustle, you should definitely come. And if not, its your loss, mister… or misses… or whatevers!
You can find the event here.
As you can see I’ve not been blogging in a very long time, and as I asume, you guys have missed me a lot. Am I right or am I right?
I have had an amazing vacation with my boyfriend in Copenhagen, not caring about Facebook, blogging, chatting or other cyber city treasures. Just enjoying the pretty things life has to offer. How poetic, huh? But oh so true! And I loooove Copenhagen, although it’s hard to love a city with a lot of snow, which have been ruining my life for 3 months now, and a temperature below zero.
In Copenhagen we also did find an awesome restaurant called Luna’s Diner. Luna is placed in the heart of Christianshavn, having the greatest concept ever: an american diner vibe with big milkshakes like we see in Pulp Fiction and lovely food, not to forget, our cool waiter Cathy, who had so much energy. And her accent? so perfect for the concept!! Danish talking waiter with an american accent. I felt like I was entering a real american diner from the 50′s.
I wish we had a better camera with us to show you what a neat place Lunas was, but luckily I had my iPhone!
me sipping on my Power Berry smoothie. So delicious. I felt like a better human being drinking this after a wild trip out and about. The lovely Vanilla Milkshake on my left!
Troels was very satisfied with his Vanilla milkshake with blended After Eight chocolate.
happy and eating. But don’t you worry, I’m not a russian agent!