Back In DK

I'm back on Christianshavn where I belong. And I like it here. It is good to be back in the country with the world's best bakeries.
School is good, and my friends are fab as usual. I'm getting a new tenant, who seems nice. And People are tall and beatiful.
I guess that is it. It is like I was never gone. So I just slipped right back.

But I am jealous at the guys back in DC. I would have liked to be there for an entire year. I believe those guys get more out of it. Four months just isn't a lot.

Oh well!
Being back is also good. Too bad I can't do both.

Some of My Journey Home

It all started with me being late for the bus from DC to NY. Then the taxi droe into another car. Then the chauffeur didn't understand the adress I had to go to and wouldn't let me out untill he knew where I was going. I convinced him to let me out...ended up in he wrong bus... finally I made it to the right bus, to make the five hour drive on an empty stomach. So far so good.
Took a taxi from penn-station to the airport.

Then the real problems began.
First there was something wrong with my ticket... I had to leave the line to stand in another line to fix it. Then my luggage was packet unevenly. They gave me the choice o leaving the line and repacking or paying a fee. I chose the fee. Which I also had to leave the line to pay. Oh fun when dragging around fifty kilos of luggage. But I got my stuff checked in and etc.

Then the flight to Iceland was delayed. At first it wasn't a problem. But then it began getting really close to overlapping my next flight. After a couple of hours I started to et really worried. What to do, what to do. Call my mother. After a while she began freaking out aswell. You know your mother loves you, when she reacts that strongly at the possibility of a daugher not making it home for christmass.
When the plane finally left JFK the chances of making the plane for the Faroes were slim to none. My mom an I decided that while I was flying she would come up with some more or less creative solution.

Arriving in Iceland I called home to receive the amazingly fantastic news, that not only was my next flight delayed, so I could make it. It had also changed airport. I idn't have to come to the plane, the plane came to me! A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!
Next obstacle was to make the Icelandic airport staff let me check in. They had never heard of flight to the Faroe Icelands from there, and what on earth did I want to go there.. Yep, haha. didn't have to much sense of humor left at that point.

Finally having made my way into the secure area trough lots of lame jokes about my nationality, I was headed to the gate. I found it, but it was closed. Weird since the plane was due to leave in ten minutes.
I found the information stand. Got into the line behind seven brits. After about 2,5 minutes my patience was up, I skipped the line. The guy at the counter didn't appreciate me skipping the line and he also hadn't heard of the flight. He called someone to ask... and suddenly he jumped up and ran of towards the gate. I tried to follow him. Only to see him hop into an orange overalls and run outside to a plane that was standing around there and appeared to be knocking on its door.
Weird weird. After sitting around waiting behind a glass door, trying to make sense of what was going on outside, the rest of the faroese passangers came running. I wasn't alone. And after a while we were on our way home.

Finally I arrived to the Faroe Islands, only a half our later than planned.

The Long Long Jacket Story

Oh well.
Once upon a time in WDC I was out, dancing with the girls. For once I thought I should be grown and responsible person and hand in my coat in the wardrobe. Then I went to the bar and - well - had a drink or sixteen tequilas.
When the club closed we figured, we better leave. I handed in my coat numbers. The jacket-guy handed me anette's jacket and then he gave everyone else in the line their jackets. But... My jacket wasn't to be found.
So I figured (as I learnned from those danes) I better start complaining laudly.... so I did. Poor tiny asian guy in the wardrobe. He tryed to ignore me at first. Then I shouted and yelled some more... tried to get into character. Untill the others pollitely said that the reason that I lost my jacket wasn't a reason to be un polite. Well. In the end they sent down this manager called ROB who garanteed me that they would reimburse m jacket....
While being in "character" I sort of said some things to the others... I noticed this when Fabi said that just because I lost my coat I shouldn't talk to her like that! But I was ANGRY. Seems silly now...

Next day - everyone is hung over. I drag poor, hungover Anette out for some coat-shopping. And if I may say it! Not even my own mama could have done a better job. We ended up buying two jackets in Diesel for a total of 300 dollars. She even said the the frase: "will you be able to fit a sweater under that one, or do you need a bigger size?"

Then I went back to the bar to get my money back. I approached the huge door men. Yep those really big ones. But they where quite helpful... one of them took me inside to talk to the manager. While waiting for the manager, which was a ln long wait, a lot of people came by... and they kept shaking my hand and introducing themselves. I don't know who they thought I was, but it defenately was weird. Also the huge, but friendly bouncer didn't like the wait. He began telling me how hard it is to be dumped by ones girlfriend, around the holiday season. But in the end, after a bunch of waiting and comforting the obviously depressed bouncer, I got my money and headed home.

Then the not to interesting saga continues on Faroe Islands.
I was babysitting for my parents. My sister doegg was also out. At some point around two-ish I hear her coming home and tumbling into bed.
I went to bed... But then I was woken up by my sister having a loud argument in the hallway. I heard her shouting things as: "you can't just come into my house and sleep in my bed!!". I didn't make too much sense, but I didn't care too much untill I heard her say: "I come in, finding you in my bed all smeared in blod!". Hm... I went out and found out that my sister just came home and the one I thought was my sister coming home was her friend. The girl was hammered and on her way into my parents house she had fallen and cut her knee pretty bad. But nevertheless it looked like a minor massakre in the bed. In the end Doegg desided to take her home, which she did.

The Jacket returns into the saga.
I was on the way out... and then my jacket was gone...AGAIN!! Apparently my sister had made her drunken-teenage-girl-friend wear the my coat. She hadn't recognized it and thought it was hers. I yelled at my sister to make her call her friend an make her come back with the jacket. A couple of minutes later she was back to inform me that the girl didn't se it as her problem to return the jacket, since she technically didn't take the jacket. My sister gave it to her.
Oh well... after threatening my sister with calling the friends parents and tellig them about the previous night. the jacket was back in good hands.

Look It Is Karl Marx!

During the week I have been doing a lot of sight seeing. besides seeing the capitol, which was an amazing building, we also went to the capitol library. That is the biggest library in the world. It contains around 885.857.657.777.277 books - impressive right. We were walking around in another amazingly beautiful copy of something ancient greek, asking ourselves, "where are the books?"

Then we found a studyroom. It was beautiful, three stores high and made of mahogany. Very harry potter. We were looking down on the people reading, from a balcony on second floor. Standing there behind glass, trying to be as quiet as possible (which means not saying I'm covered in bees at random) we suddenly saw this bearded man in one corner... it was Karl Marx!! Just sitting there, reading a book! Amazing!
We tried to take pictures to document that this library not only contained a book, but also a Karl Marx. But we couldn't - it was too dark and also very forbidden. So I guess you will have to believe me.

Basket Ball

Tusday we went to the last basketball game at GWU for this semester. It was a learning experience for me. I learned the rules of the game and it was a good excuse to yell "you suck!" alot. Personally I went there to see the random tall guys that hang around GW-canteen in action, and rel cheerleaders. And yes those guys are really tall and cheerleaders are really bendy.
At the game we met Ben and Andrew who knew what to say when during the match, which was handy, when you are clueless as me. But those guys were definately there for the cheerleaders aswell, especially this one, who aparently was really hot - all I saw was spandex tights.
Later we went to eat. Then, when we were eating, the cheerleaders came. Guess those guys eat aswell. But seeing them upclose was disapointing for the guys. Andrew put it like this: "Now I feel I can, but I'm not too sure I want it anymore."

Then we thought, "last night was fun, let's do it again." So we went to an NBA game to see washington wizards vs. denver nuggets. Being a girl who doesn't care too much about sports, the biggest experience for me was the place. It was huge. And we were sitting on the second to last row - yes. If you were standing, it made you nauseous. I thought it was a really good idea to buy beer, before we went in, but after one I didn't dare to buy another one.
But yes those guys sure are huge. But the college game was more fun - I liked the very organized yelling.

Accents

Yesterday I went to a little place out of DC that is called Alexandria... and suddenly I felt like I was back in Ebeltoft (Little, former fisher town in rural Denamrk, I once spent a year in). The weather was the same there - sort of greyish - and it was empty in the same way. It had the feeling of: "the youth was once here... but then september came and they fled because of the greyish weather." We were walking around shopping in the gazzillion different shops that all sold christmass decorations. I imagine that those same shops sell stuff made of clay in the summertime.

After a couple of hours i brought up the subject: people speak weird here. Anette agreed that - except for the first women we spoke to, who we agree upon deffinately was brittish -yes they deffinately spoke weird there. Which we found odd, since we only drove 20 minutes to get there, by metro! But we later found out that we had travelled to Virginia, which is the South. Were they of course speak southern.

This tuesday we went to see the congress. Most interesting room was (I think) was the "room of whispers" which was where the congress assembled back in the days. But thing is, that the room had a dome... that throws the words from one side to the other, so everyone sitting opposit could hear what was being said or whispered. I'm just imagining that it must be really hard to plan any strategic aproaches to, well anything, if the opposition on the other side can hear everything you ar saying. So they moved.

A Straight B Student

I'm sitting in my room trying to finish a paper that is due tomorrow at o8oo am. But for some reason I don't finish it. It is like it doesn't really feel urgent yet. It is only o211 am - I still have six hours. I can still see straight, and I haven't even had coffee yet. This is going absolutely as I planned it...
The strangest part is that I keep telling myself and everyone else, that I don't miss much. I could finnish it in an hour...if I so wanted.
But apparently I don't. I enjoy sitting around doing a lot of other stuff. Aranging the stuff in my laptop is very important, don't want a mess in there. Arranging the stuff on my table - now I can concentrate. Uh - have to arrange my shoes according to color... yes that is it(a bit hard though - they are all black). And my nails - they look horrible. Well now I shall want to finish my paper... when I have made me that cup of coffee...

First Day of Snow!

Stress week on campus is coming up. I just found out what that is. Well I guess that is obvious - finals are coming up. Anyways - Stress week is free food, coffee and massages between 10-12 pm. Sounds good - so now I'm planning all my studying around that. Yes it is amazing.


Today it started snowing. And I had the first last class today, so now I'm starting to get in the christmas mood. I really tried to find it the other day, by buying chocolate calendars for myself and my roommates. First we all laughed at Danni, who is jewish and therefore, of course, hasn't heard of christmas, when she couldn't figure it out. But the others found it remarkably hard to find the right chokolates according to the right dates. They sort of just eat random chocolates - and that is just all wrong.

Time is going fast now and it feels stressfull - There are so many things I haven't seen around here. So I guess it is good that I don't actually have too much studying to do during stress week, so I can sit around and not do other stuff.

Well my plan is: to see the congress, see all the fourhundred free museums around DC and well, drink a lot (no more tequila. My shampoo smells like lime - which makes it really hard to wash my hair, when I'm hung over) - starting monday at 11 pm, when Studio 60 is finished.


This is me sitting around in the bath - trying to think of ways to wash hair without my shampoo. But since I have a attention span of a gold fish I don't think it is going to be problem, after all. And since my friend Anette was nice enough to point out the similarities between me and this fish, I felt it was appropriate to include it too.


This input is written in english to accomodate the wishes of Stine - are you happy now.

Countdown...

Sitting at the library and working hard to finish this poster presentation for tomorrow. It has been a long time since I have been kreative with paper and scissors like this. And in general it is just confusing having to do this at a university. But according to my teacher - the woman who taught me how not to get sued - this it how things are at conferences out there in the real world. Well I thought that people used powerpoint and etc. But alright then - I'll rather stand around in a courner with a homemade poster, then presenting a paper i haven't written yet.

Lately I have been snooping around in other peoples blogs and found an overwhelming amount of sum-ups about things are so far ... So I of course want to do that as well.


This is a picture of me back in the days, when I was still young and naive, three months ago. Back then I thought my biggest problem here would be to get "rugbrød."

But, summing up:

- I don't think I have gained weight...I still fit all my clothes. If you think otherwise, please don't let me know.

- Being at college in the US is a mixture between being in high school (gymnasiet) and boarding school (højskole). This is not at all a bad combo - in a limited period of time. It will be very hard to come home and be responsible for doing my schoolwork myself.

- As mentioned earlier I have been living from coffee and oreos since I arrived. Need rehab.

I guess that was it.

Other things to worry about:

- Need to find neew tenant by feb. 1. anyone?
- I owe my bank my, parents, my dog, my hamster and a jar of jam around a million billion danish kroner.
- I don't think I will ever get used to cooking anything again, Buying stuff is so convenient!
... Back to my poster - it is going to be amazing - if I can find a glue stick somewhere by o7oo am tomorrow morning.