I thought it time to post.

I'm so hyped up on caffeine right now that I am recalling junior year of high school when Virginia Fischer gave me "something like a caffeine pill" before my APUS midterm. It turned out to be off-the-market Ephedrin and, boy, I REALLY filled in those bubbles. I was scribbling them in so hard and fast that even I knew I looked crazy. A+.

Let me give a rundown of my trials today. The encounter that keeps coming into my head was the pregnant woman and her significant other making out on top of me on the bus today. Her stomach and his rubbing hand were (and I am using metric here just because it is more accurate) a centimeter away from me. It was also the most crowded bus ride for an extended period of time that I have yet experienced. A woman knitting yelled at a boy for his backpack getting too close to her head and I was going to freak out on her and be like, "look lady, the bus is packed, you are sitting and KNITTING; shut the fuck up," but I was so shocked that she actually said something, which is not Danish at all (very passive people) that I was almost proud of her for voicing her annoyance.

I had Danish class review today because our oral is coming up. Nina, my teacher, is awesome and stayed after with me to listen to my interview. In the grand tradition of language teachers, I don't think she likes me. But I like her so it doesn't matter.

After Danish I ran into Danny in the lounge, jumped up and down on his couch and procrastinated until my study tour.

For study tour we had to meet at Radhuspladsen to go into the Town Hall. I met Jaimie there and we looked at the architecture exhibit for the mayors 5x5 plan which, if you asked me, looks like complete shit. I did like some of the models in which the buildings were built into hillsides so there was lawn on top of the house. But I question how much maintenance that requires. We weren't there to see the exhibition though and soon enough Carsten clapped his waspy hands and we had to fall in line. We went up the brass staircase to the congressional room and sat there for an interesting lecture about the mayor's platform and Copenhagen's local government. It was freezing in the room, the talk lasted two hours, and J fell asleep so when Carsten mentioned the tour that would proceed the talk we made a quick get away plan.

Our plan was foiled thrice before working. First we tried to hang back in the congressional room until everyone left but our tour guide was a security guard and kept giving us fishy looks, waited for us, and then locked the door behind us. Foiled once. Then, we were standing in a group looking at the ugliest mural ever (these mermaids had two fins) we tried to slip down the staircase. With one foot on the first step the tour guide asks me how many people and days I thought it took to shine the brass. I was going to kill him. I told him one person, one day. He laughed as though that was ridiculous and told me 28 people and every day. I think this shows just how inefficient and backwards Denmark can be. In America we would have a machine to do that. The third time was right after the whole shining fiasco. The class had just left with the tour guide when he was done impressing us with this information and all of a sudden this visiting international educator came over and asked me if I take Danish. I tried to be as off putting as possible but he kept asking me about my teacher and what not and I was like, "Yes. Danish. I take it. Nina. No, I don't know Susan." He finally caught on and left. J and I ran, full sprint down that staircase while Jacob and Dusty looked at us with longing faces to which we gave the middle finger and peace out signs.

J had work to do and I was still in Danish mode so I called Brendan. We made dinner (I fucked up precious American mac n cheese Pasta Roni) and I discovered the frozen spinach I bought is not exactly what I thought it was (it is a little creamy). So dinner was a flop but our Danish was fabulous. We hung out in the lounge and then decided to take our conversation to the Street Car Cafe that Bren found over break. We sat their drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes while interviewing each other in Danish. The guy gave us free refills because no one else was coming in and he would have just gotten rid of it (not because it is coffee and it should be free). I couldn't refuse and thus I am in this jittery situation.

I got a text from Jack saying she wanted to stay up all night writing her paper so I should come over. She lasted until one. I ate her cornflakes and cucumber, read Vice, and did sit ups. The best part in Vice was the review on Beyonce's B'day. It says something like, "isn't that something women clean their vag with? Why didn't she just call it Douche? I just discovered a picture of Beyonce all tied up with pet alligators on the back of the jacket that almost makes up for the bad music but, alas, I am still daunted." That was definite paraphrasing but you get the gist. Liz Still, if you read this, you should look that review up. There is a really good one on PDiddy too.

Because of that study tour I don't have class tomorrow morning.


I almost forgot to write about Thanksgiving! It is so important that it deserves its own post even though these will be out of order. I could save this one as a draft and then publish it after but honestly, who cares?