He's Back.

I can't wait for October 27th.

In other news... Well, there aren't any. My life consists of working and walking. My feet are sore because that literally is all I do. I stand up and walk all day at work and then I go for 1-2 hour long walks around the city in the evening.

I have the next 8 days off, though. My only real vacation this year. And I'm thinking I'll be bored of my ass.

Oh, yeah. I'm fairly sure I got in to Copenhagen Business School. I haven't opened the letter (because I'm not home) but I can tell from the newly updated requirements that I'm in. So now I know what I'll be doing for the next 3-5 years.

I think I'll head for bed early tonight. My plan is to watch another episode of Eureka and then go lie in bed and solve some bloody Sudoku. Shut up and stop looking at me funnily. I know.

Ace.

One of my musical heroes, Mike Skinner, is once again headed to land of the Danes. And once again, I will be front and center. Probably alone, as I can't think of anyone who really likes The Streets to bring with me, and tickets are on sale tomorrow.

One complaint: KB Hallen? Fuuuck. That pretty much sucks ass.

But OH my FUCKING God. (no offense) .... I'm excited. I can't wait to see him at an actual concert, not just a festival. But surrounded by other fanatics who'll sing along with me (at Roskilde this year, I was the only one in my area).

JUST YAY FFS!

My life isn't particularly intestering otherwise. I just work. I did go out on Friday with a couple of old girlfriends - we go back to like.... 2nd grade and.... pre-school? - and it was funnn. I was drunk. Culture Box - Wall Street - Basement - The Bar Previously Known As Pilegaarden. Seriously, about that last one... Why'd they change the name? Pilegaarden wasn't fancy enough? SO THEY NAMED IT "SJUS"? Something is seriously wrong with the world.

Anywho, Saturday was thus spent sleeping in and enjoying junk food at Assistens Cemetary with one of those old girlfriends.

Anywho. I don't know. Summer came back and all I do is work everyday. I'm sick of it. But, when I'm done with the next three days... I get time off. About a week. WHICH IS AWESOME. No idea what I'll do, though. Just... Be bored, I guess.

Bye.

I Love This.

One, Two, Three, Four.

I'm a very strange mood. It's apparantly so strange that it is noticable for others than me. Jack called and he thought I was drunk. I am no such thing. But I WILL BE.

I'm so incredibly bored. It's pretty bad. Really, really bad. All I do is work and just... nothing. I walk a lot. I mean, A LOT. 2-4 hour stretches. Just me, my iPod, and 50 % raspberry / 25 % tropical / 25 % pineapple flavored slurpees from 7/11 (TRUST ME, that is THE BEST combination. I've tried 'em all.) .. I just walk and peoplewatch and silently move my lips to the songs I listen to, sometimes with a dancemove or two added when I see fit (and yes, those last two things make people stare at me like I'm a crazy person, but what the hell do they know, anyway?)

Today's been especially bad. I've been so bloody restless. I just need to chill the fuck out, but I'm not particularly, umm... Available? for chilling. I am available for drinking, on the other hand. Very much so.

I desperately texted everybody I know (or maybe just about 3 people) and now I am getting drunk at a party. I have no idea where it is or with whom I will be performing this action (except Dominik, who is my link to said party). All I know is that it might not be a smart idea with the way I'm feeling. It's actually a crap idea. Really fucking stupid.

But who really cares, anyway? Who cares that I've got to be at work tomorrow at 7AM? It'll be fiiiine. It's not like I have to do anything that actually requires a brain.

I should probably cook some dinner, since I haven't eaten since breakfast (except for the chocolate I get from the old people that like me at work (seriously, old people LOVE me. Who knew?)). And. My point was? Oh right, I should eat. To create a proper foundation for later.

I'll catch you mothereffers on the flipside, yo.

PS: Fuck all will ever top this band.

Everyone Pose.

No spelling mistake. And no NERD this time 'round. Just stupid poses at Roskilde with two 16 year-olds. Good times.



Fucking good times.

I miss Roskilde and its feeling of indifference and fun.

Fuck yes.

The Hype Machine

Fucking fuck yes.

New addictions:
Kate Nash - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You
Kate Nash - Fluorescent Adolescent

And, as mentioned before, The Filthy Youth - Boy Don't Smoke

The first two are available from a quick search on Hype Machine, the last one is downloadable off their MySpazz.

Bye.

Expanding my geeknezz.

I am currently at an internet café. Surrounded by übergeeks and an african lady who's spent more than an hour writing e-mails. I just thank my Gods that they have a seperate non-smoking department. The mainroom is disgusting (and I'm not particularly sensitive).

As mentioned before my laptop is KAPUT. Done, over, byebye. Or, not really, but I have to send it to the manufacturer to get it fixed which is likely to take a million years. And there's the chance they'll fix it stupidly and erase all my stuff. But I can't even deal with that thought.
I've been desperate for Internet these last few days. Spent an hour at the library after work yesterday. And today I'm actually paying. It's no good.

But hey, it's cheap and just down the corner. I'll probably become a regular. Sadly.

Did I ever mention the rest of Roskilde?

I must admit I didn't get the best I could out of that week. I could have seen way more bands, been way more socially available, and generally been in a better mood. I really spent most of my time during the actual festival on laying around in the hammocks in front of Pavillon with a bagel and a beer and/or elderberry juice.

Ups:

• The Streets!!!!!!!!! I lovelovelove(!!) Mike Skinner and his music/lyrics.
• Kate Nash. I just want to BE her. Or at least have her wardrobe. I loved how she looked down at me and smiled regularly during the show. I guess I was pretty enthusiastic and singing along, as one of the only ones in the front.
  
• Gossip. Because sometimes big personalities just need more space, I guess.
• The Fashion. It's just too good for dancing.
• Our camp, because as mentioned before: age means nothing. So inspite of being THE oldest person there, and the youngest being about 4-5 years my junior, they were pretty fucking awesome.
• The weather, dammit!
• Bagels, bagels, BAGELS.
  

Downs:

• I guess I just wasn't in that festival mood.
• Being short of friends down there. There were really only two people I really knew at Roskilde this year. Could've done with a few more, just for kicks.
• Sickness at the end.
  

Regarding that last point, I'm still not on top. I guess it's my body's own personal tradition to get sick at the end of Roskilde and expanding it into the next week. I could really use a dose of my healing last year, where I went to a tiny shack without kitchen, toilet, or electricity on Bornholm. I remember how she was sick as well and we spent three days being pathetic and reading. It was perfect.

Not this year though. I have work. It's boring. And I miss my government funded SU already.

Anywho. I'm almost out of time and I have yet to research fonts for my next tattoo. I'll probably get that soon. Yay.

Bye!

PS: this song is love.

ROSKILDE.

Mike Skinner, will you marry me?

Thank you for one of the greatest gigs of my life (even if it busted my knee). And during "Never Went To Church"? Your words: "Sorry, I got a bit emotional on stage". Well, hell. I was crying my bloody eyes out. I just love the lyrics. They remind me of my own late father.

Other highlights:

• Kate Nash - AMAZING!!!!!!! Seriously great, especially when she did "Birds", one of my very favorite songs atm.
• Gossip - because Beth Ditto is cool.

And our camp, because age ain't nothing but a number, kiddos.

I love Roskilde. Right now I'm at my mom's, though. Desperately needed a shower and decent food. Going back later though. The Fashion and Lykke Li are among the goodies today.

Oh, and I basically broke my laptop back home. So don't expect too much posting.

Showershowershower, I love thee!

"Oh woaw".

I'm so tired. I desperately need to relax. So much that I'm considering skipping the grad-party tonight. But only maybe. Because this one is in Copenhagen so I can always just go home. Yeahh. I just talked myself into going.

Last night was fucking insane. I got so drunk. SO SO drunk. Seriously. I spent most of the night talking to Dominik and chugging down beer. And dancing with Johannes, which was really strange. He was acting particularly weird and flirty yesterday. And that's just like, "wtf, mate?"? Anywho, I crashed at Dominik's place because it was the closest place available except for my car (been there, done that, it's freezing!). We watched a bunch of Family Guy and this morning, he kept mentioning things I apparently said, but don't remember. Whoa, I was wasted. It was fun.

Tomorrow is ROSKILDEEEEE! For reals now. Tomorrow is mainly MGMT for me (and it's gonna be a PARTY!) and mayyybe Radiohead. Not sure. Anywho, I'm staying down there until Sunday.

Have a good one.