I am
...freezing in Copenhagen.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Happy new year! New Year's celebrations are either spectacularly great or spectacularly dull - the excessive expectations and the excessive alcohol consumption leave little room for anything in between. When you happen to spend new year at a Swing ball in Scandinavia, however, you're surrounded by people busy worried about they're coordination and beer that costs more than your grandmother.
With alcohol removed from the equation, my vision was unmercifully sharp when my eye caught my not so secret crush dance partner kissing a Swedish theology student. Immediately "It's My Party" started playing in my head and I was embarrassed that my subconscious had selected a song so cheesy and old that it could be my father. The next morning, I replaced the background music in my head with Robyn's "Be Mine!" but it's too late to cover the truth that I'm less cool than a theology student.
Another valuable life-lesson about living arrangements When the post frequency goes to the gutters, it's not for the lack of stories.
The latest development is that my roomie is moving to Africa next year. After first suggesting that I rent the entire apartment from her, she decided that she'd rather evict me. Consequently I am a weird mix of pissed and relieved: Pissed because I put up with construction in my room for about three months and willingly payed some extra for the electricity bill. Relieved because this forces me out of my comfort zone laziness zone and move to Vesterbro where I had wanted to live in the first place.
You'd think that from now on I'd avoid any cohabitation that does not involve a chisled boytoy but, no, I have found a new place living with three strangers. However, none of the roomies owns the apartment, so chances are pretty low that they come up with fun home improvement projects taking place in my room. Add that to the lower rent (= more beer money) and you have a happy camper. If it only weren't for the packing of a gazillion of boxes... but it beats sleeping under a bridge by miles.
Nesting I'm cruising along just fine except for my imaginary dust lung due to living in a quasi-construction site of a room. My flatmate wanted to have an additional window added to my room and the chimney running through my room taken out. With the normal and abnormal delays of the work crews, this has been dragging on for 6 weeks, enough time to get a sore back from sleeping on my sofa and miss my belongings that are stashed away in heaps in corners while more and more dust settles on them.
I take comfort in two websites:
passive-agressive notes: After reading two or three posts, I'm reminded how petty and silly all this is and that I should let go of it (I've come a long way since living with Tupperware girl in uni).
Danish real estate search: Just because I'm no passive-aggressor anymore, it doesn't mean, I can't work on better living arrangements. Now I only need to hold out for a lottery win. It might help if I started playing it.
When boring is better After the Chemical Brothers concert on Saturday night, I walked to the food stalls but instead of picking up a goodnight burrito, a boy introduced himself as Mads and started making out with me. This was pleasant enough but I was tired and slightly unwashed, so when he was distracted by talking to one of his friends, I walked away. If his attention is not 100% on me, why bother? Also, this little poster put me off festival sex a bit:
Unfortunately I didn't stick around long enough to find out whether it was for real or an art project but it sure saved me from some awkward morning-after conversations.
The festival is no fashion show Very skinny guy in very short shorts walks by. A: See that guy in the "I (heart) animals" T-shirt? B: Yeah? A: Good for him. Because humans are not an option for him.
Rock out The weather gods have unexpectedly graced the Roskilde festival goers with fantastically good weather that my yellow rubber boots that I bought specifically for this event have not been baptised yet. There are shirtless Scandinavian men all over the place, so I'm not complaining. It's my first time at a rock festival and I am not quite sure if I like the camping aspect but I'll get to see Radiohead tonight. Also, we got smuggled into the campsite in the back of a van like illegal immigrants to get a good camping spot. This week should make up for not going on a big summer vacation.
Season ticket holder I went to Tivoli for the first time. I danced Lindy Hop with a live big band playing and afterwards went on the Golden Tower, the scariest ride of the park. It's a magical fairytale land.
Demons exorcised He only wants to be friends. All it took to find out was asking. I should have done this months ago. Next on the to do list: taking out the trash and doing my tax return.
