electric daisy

i had a beyond incredible time at Edc last night. i hope yuliya enjoyed her phone call.

he is a raver. you met him at a rave. he is not for you.

- khenkel, mama bear

what is character

this late afternoon the lady at the estee lauder counter who was matching foundation to my skin tried to tell me that scars give a person

character.

just somehow i knew she was going to say that. i remain unconvinced. i might have smacked her had she not had a carwreckgash on her face.

battered manatee in speedboat world.

green thumb

fourteen of my sunflowers have sprouted.

return to oz

i would go back to copenhagen to get married at frederiksborg slot or to go to distortion.

Neutered Chiwhawha, black & white (Pomona)

NEAR FAIRPLEX
Found wandering in the street.
Can't make room to house chiwhawha.
please call ASAP

how many toys are in your box

tonight - first time going to the park in five+ months. after spending so much time becoming accustomed to new faces, it was very nice to see so many old faces again. the new fireworks show is not so good as the previous, but i admit that it made me cry nonetheless. met a boy at space named sven who is not swedish.

peopledon'tdancenomoretheyjuststandtherelikethis

theycrosstheirarmsandstareyoudown

anddrinkandmoananddiss

i have hot macchiato, cold feet

five audits in the five days that i've been back at work. this time passed this one on the first try. have befriended some maintenance guys and watched the most glorious fireworks in the world for the past two nights.

on my way home tonight i indulged in starbucks part two of the day. ran into an old acquaintance, met his beautiful new wife and truly adorable three-month-old baby. goodness. the entire episode made me want to jump into my car, turn up the music obscenely loud, drive haphazardly, and take lots of drugs.

coqui

after extensive googling, i have come to the conclusion that you can't attain and keep a coqui as a pet. this breaks my heart. i would take such good care of it.

unrelated: i like this girl a lot http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFLn_J-a4vg&feature=related

what is summer

conclusion: the vanilla latte from starbucks that i spoiled myself with on the way home from work today far surpassed any coffee-based drink that i purchased throughout the whole of my stay in denmark. and cost three times less. i don't think i could have been any more satisfied with that beverage.

since coming home i've had a hard time distinguishing what feels more like a dream - being back, or the months that i spent away. i'm slowly becoming reacquainted with my world. i've gotten lost more times than i can count - looking for van buren house where i lived last year, navigating my way around cerritos, wandering around stupidly at work. getting back in my car was the shock of my life - it seemed too powerful and unnecessary. just me in this massive vehicle when all i needed for so long was a frame on two wheels. too powerful and too fast - hurtling deathtrap that i crawl the streets in.

plans for this summer...workworkwork. work is exhausting, consumes my days, and confuses me because i don't even do anything. going back to work has been daunting. so many new faces. for some reason i can never meet new people without acting mousier or ballsier than i really am. i failed an audit my first day back, passed another the next, only to fail another today. getting back into the swing of things has been slow goings.

i despise and love my job.

i hate being bored but i like that it's a physical job that makes me feel strong. and useful. unproven as of yet. i am absolutely enraged that through a hiring glitch newhires are being paid a dollar fifty more per hour than i am and that management does not care to do anything about it besides chastise us for being angry.

neverland pool is exactly the fantasyland i would dream of for myself. blue glowing, calm pool, trees strung with twinkling, the most enchanting chirping frogsong, fireworks exploding overhead, and inviting-looking buildings with glowing, beckoning windows. i am happiest there at night. miserable by day, drowning in dirty towels and obliged to throw away other people's garbage.

however, i do enjoy watching happy families, smiling parents with their gleefulsmallchildren. they all act the same and i like it.

i swear there is a very specific smell that my car has only when i climb into it late at night in the cast parking lots. it is a cold, misty smell and it reminds now of various memories from different sets of times and people, same place. i enjoy driving home with only my leftalmosthand, just to prove that i can. vanilla latte is like silk in my mouth.

my dog sleeps in my room by my bed. she doesn't prefer this room because it is usually too hot and bright. but she likes me.

AAR

i saw the all-american rejects video for gives you hell for the billionth time on vh1 this morning and was bitching about it in my head (this video is extraordinarily old, who's sleeping with who to get this still played, etc) when i realized that the blurred-out beer that they're drinking is tuborg. and then it was all okay.

fuckers

received news that after my departure people from my dorm destroyed my bike.

they'd joked about it before and i very expressly told them not to do it. as far as i'm concerned, i purchased that bike unlike 99.9% of people who stole their bikes off the street and it was my property. upon my leaving denmark i specifically gave it as a gift to someone coming to study in copenhagen. until it reached that person, it was and is mine.

i can't begin to understand these children who find glee in destroying bicycles, throwing them down escalators and planning to throw them off roofs. they did a great job of waiting until my back was turned to go against my wishes. if there's one thing i am grateful for since leaving exchange it's been the respite from the boundless immaturity of the idiots that i had to deal with on a daily basis.

new do

i made the fatal mistake of allowing my mother to trim my bangs this morning. she cut them waay too short and i had no choice but to spread them into straight bangs. i was legitimatelly pissed for about ten minutes.

highly recommend

the double cream blueberry pie at marie callender's is so so amazing

ilovecph

back in los angeles. god this place is ugly.

the end

last hours in copenhagen.

i need to stop crying.

i sat in nyhavn for the last time today and my heart felt like it was falling through the floor.

danish

my favorite danish phrase

det var så lidt

you're welcome

literally, it was so little

can't eat my food

i just had a goodbye brunch at den blå hund and the little pickles on my plate had the exact texture of shingles and i had to actively keep myself from gagging just from looking at them. i had to hide them under my salad.

reminds me of the time when i went to the carnival in Fælledparken and I was sitting and eating horrible thai food on a blanket on grass. sitting across from me was a troupe of about five girls who all had dreads and seeing all of their hair while trying to eat made my stomach turn.

no. 8

it's on semi-sober nights out that you notice that your comfortable heels were never all that comfortable

the worst awful

i have two days left in copenhagen and i just don't know what to do with myself

suspekt

there is this danish song that i've been trying to figure out for the past couple of months. i always hear it when i'm out at clubs and never know who it's by or what it's called.

tonight i suddenly remembered that i heard it again yesterday at a particularly fabulous night at Number 8. I had run up to the dj and asked him what it was and actually asked him to text it to me. no wonder - i remember giving my number to someone but couldn't remember who it was. lo and behold, i have the song. i am beyond pleased.

suspekt - sut den op fra slap (artmus remix)

clumsy

Don't worry. The clumsy are much more lovable than the graceful. The graceful are always busy ballet dancing and doing incredible feats on the trapeze. The clumsy are always busy being coddled, rubbed, and cared for.

jeg skal hjem

PACKING IS NOT GOING SO GOOD

my neck is alive

my body says, stop hurting me, i want to go home

i say but i don't want to

"more herpes than human" - piers

distortion footage

http://www.flickr.com/photos/distortion09/3610238716/sizes/m/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/distortion09/3608560302/sizes/m/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/distortion09/3607480077/sizes/m/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/distortion09/3607581279/sizes/m/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/distortion09/3608384706/sizes/l/

lame i am

i really regret shooting down that boy last night and i even knew then that i would regret it now

iLike

my favorite is when danish ladies say "kom nu" to their dogs

e-campus.dk

would somebody please tell me why my exam grades aren't up yet?

packing up, going home

packing to go home. stuffing socks into my turkish lamps and hoping they don't break or else i will cry real tears.

as i have learned in life, don't put all your turkish lamps in one suitcase.

get creative

i'd like to spend my summer sketching small things that could potentially be tattoos for my body

tunes

i secured the version of boy! what love has done to me with vocals and it's definitely not as good as the film score is.

things that are very danish

5. ridiculous testing situations

at cbs you can either have a twenty-minute oral exam, an essay, a four-hour open-book exam, or a four-hour closed-book exam. this constitutes one hundred percent of your grade. the scale is -3, 0, 2, 4, 7, 10, 12.

-3? why? no one can explain this phenomenon. the teachers can't even explain who would get this grade.

the four-hour exams are by far the most ridiculous. the open-book, four-hour exams mean that you don't have to study ever or go to class ever. just brush up on your slide-printing and glossary-referencing skills and you'll probably do quite well. just after typing that i checked my exam scores to make sure i didn't fail any. they're not posted yet.

my open-book exam was held in the valby badminton club. in their gym. it was outfitted with masses of desks and lines of power strips and there we sat. in a badminton club. for four freaking hours. people brought tons of food and one of our favorite activities here is to observe the foods that people choose to bring for four hours of torture. i opted for two peaches. i hear tell of a boy who brought a six-pack of beer in with him and drank the entire thing during the test. that would not fly at the university of southern california. the tests here are proctored by old danish people who volunteer their time, so they don't care what you do and don't really know how to answer your questions, like why i have to write my entire exam by hand on carbon paper through four layers but in the end only turn in the top two copies in separate sealed envelopes. i gave myself carpal tunnel pressing that hard for four hours. one old proctor man suggested that i could give the other two copies to my parents.

but you don't have to write it by hand - you may type your exam. if you bring your own printer. i thought that was a joke when someone first told me that and i laughed.

not a joke. people brought printers in boxes and set them up in the badminton club. can you imagine seeing someone sitting on the train with a printer on the way to his exam? good lord. i would piss myself laughing.

iLeonaTunes

okay iTunes, what is up. my iTunes on random has decided all freakin day that it wants to listen to Leona Lewis singing A Moment Like This. i skip it every time and it still hasn't gotten the message.

in retrospect

what the hell did i write about last night

boys? park? wtf what? that didn't happen and i don't even know what i was talking about.

kødboderne

made it home from the last night of distortion. officially where the coolest kids in copenhagen go. the trip home was more than three miles long and i definitely considered several times pulling over and sleeping on the street and dealing with getting home later. i wasn't quite sure where i was biking was but the boys pitched in to carry it to th park. tonight when i undressed myself in my room a pound of glitter and confetti fell out of my underclothes. if only that happened every time. makes Real Life is pretty underwhelming in comparison.

reminder

woke up with glass all over my floor. oh yeah i broke a jacobsen cup last night. no blood.

congrats i've got the spins

and so ends one of .. th b est ? ... nights of my life

i have returned from the final night of copenhagen distortion and i'm fairly certain it couldn't be topped by anything. it was the best party of my life. there were five dance warehouses and three outdoor dance floors and lights in the trees and drinks in my hands and spins in my head and dances on my feets. it's 5 am and broad daylight. love scandinavia. my wallet is empty again. a man took approximately 100 photographs of me wearing a headband that said red isbjørnen. a 19-year-old danish boy walked me and my bike the entire way home from enghavevej in vesterbro to holger danskes vej and falkoner alle in frederiksberg for a good hour and he laughed at my danish and i can't even remember his name.

love life.

gayguins

http://www.inquisitr.com/25198/gay-parenting-embraced-by-german-penguin-enclosure/

distortion 2009

JEG ELSKER KØBENHAVN

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMcUgMcb1VI&feature=channel_page

distortion is insane street parties with djs and rock bands and 10 kroner beer and free jello in a different neighborhood every day for a week. everyone is dressed fabulously and there are so many gorgeous danish men that you can hardly turn your head fast enough to look at all of them. 

"parties with famous people are depressing.
parties with cool people give a meaning to life."

"Copenhagen is vibrant and exciting - at least when Distortion is on"

aussie

last night i played pool for the first time in my life. i'd for some reason always assumed it wasn't something i was able to do. it was exhilarating. i like the way all the balls scatter and ricochet. 

i have a song for you

girl crazy - boy! what love has done to me!

will change your life. in a small way.

iLike

seeing dogs carrying stickstoobigforthem in their mouths

yes materialism

i am going to do odds and ends this summer (craigslist gigs, anyone?) so that i can secure

moccasin-like shoes

cowboy boots

a star projector

/ other unnecessary lighting gadgets

taylor swift fearless

meg & dia here here and here

american apparel tights

mac