It’s a nice day, yet windy.
I sit here in my common area again, looking through that pane of obscured glass, marked with white residue of varying opacity.
I work my shift at the bar in 40 minutes, and i’m thinking of what to eat.
Curreal? burrread? Æggers?
I had to ride my backup bike today. The wind is severe.
Branches from outside flex in the wind like an indian queuing up his arrow.
Just gave myself a little haircut shortened the area by the ears.
fucked up on of the sides im gonna look ridonkulous tonight.
ohhh yeah.
Sitting here.
The taste of cold coffee on a warm fleshy tongue.
Next i’ll have some hot tea on my now cold fleshy tongue.
Isn’t that fun?
The view from the kitchen is serene, a grassy hill–sloping upward into the horizon of a grey sky, bordered on all sides by still bare trees. Pieces of bark from the highland games we played on Saturday still rest on the moist grass, giving home to the ever – present spores of fungi.
It’s 11:50:50, but the date on the clock is set wrong — Woops. Tattered decorations affixed to aging plaster stare inwards at me, sitting at this long wooden table.
Tea is definitely steeped. Crushed now at the bottom of this common french press. The brew now poured with sloppy precision. The NASA mug is now the vessel of this mate/chai concoction.
Yeah, definitely steeped. Excellent.
Rocking back on the hind legs of this upholstered wooden chair and beating on my ribs. I am a king and this mid – century style chair is my throne, its blue cloth on my black cotton.
This damn Swingers’ Club Aalborg clock keeps staring at me, the time is hopelessly wrong, much like some of their clientele, i’m sure.
I can see a shard of glass from that lightbulb I dropped last night, it’s safe underneath the cabinet, no need to panic. It can rest in it’s new found home.
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Today is supposed to be a day of productivity and work, however I find myself applying my mental stamina towards an unknown blog, typing on about my surroundings. I am tempted to include my exploits and activities as of late, however this may be unwise. I’m no gossip hen, and this blog isn’t a sewing circle.
Danish girls insist on speaking English in a proper English accent, be it American, Canadian, Australian, or New Zealander. I applaud you for sounding professional, but it’s not all that exciting. My trouser snake ain’t jumpin out of the shrubs when he hears the same old sounds of the garden, that’s for sure.
Danish accented English on a girl, damn though–it’s sexy. It’s almost got this kind of eastern european tinge to it. Too bad you’ll never hear it unless your having sex or she’s pretty drunk. Your english is great, don’t get me wrong…but talk Danish to me okay? Okay I should clarify…Danish english not Dansk. Danish straight up sounds scary, like a less severe german. It’s like German and Swedish fucked and then Dutch jizzed all over them in their afterglow.
Yeah.
I’m going on vacation in 8 days with some Americans. It’s going to be good.
Life is swell.
So I have been putting off reading these articles that I need to read for my group project. this is another means to an unproductive end.
I got my train tickets to København Lufthavn (literally means Air. Port.). Cost 200kr for a ticket, and im going to go back tomorrow and get seat reservations. Its worth the 30 kr to be guaranteed a seat beside my friend.
I am catching the train at 900AM on the 14th with one of the girls on the trip, and we are wheels up at 1700 from København to Budapest. On the 15th the other girl coming with us touches down in Budapest, and then on the 17th the other dude is coming in.
On the 18th we will take a train to Zagreb, Croatia and then rent a car and drive to Plitvice Lakes national park, and Krka national park. We will then drive to Split, Croatia and drop the car off and check into a hostel.
From there its unsure…stay in Croatia..go to Bulgaria…go to Turkey…go to Prague? we can afford to be spontaneous.
I am looking forward to it.
I checked Gravity’s Rainbow out of the library, for a second attempt. It’s really much better this time.
I have been talking to some lovely ladies lately, and this week I will get to know some of them better 😉
rutsky out
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some girl who is new in town who wants to go on blind dates for the free food, but with love in the background as well. She’s like the female George Kastanza, I love it.
It’s been a month and all that bulllllshit.
Things are good I am going down to the train station to buy my tickets to and from Copenhagen airport for my easter trip. I will be going to budapest, and then the Croatian coast.
maybe a bigger update later
Last night was the buddy meetup, and I met my buddy at the students house downtown. The university pulled the bait and switch, and we had to listen to some speeches and mingle with some people before we met up with our buddies, but they had free subs for everyone so it was pretty good.
We hit up “THE STREET” (street with just bars) and went to Mr. Nielsen and got some brews. I learned a danish drinking game involving dice and leather cups, and that “Skor!” means cheers in Danish.
Afterwards we went to an “irish” (LOL) bar where beer was wayyy overprices (45 kr) and we chilled out with Julie and I met her friends John and Soren (which is a super popular name).
I made friends with an American named Shaila who lives in the sames kollegium as me but in a different block. We peaced out and walked back to the kollegium together. she seems nice.
woke up early…damn my internal clock is finally in sync life is good.
