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tirsdag, oktober 23

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." - Charles Schulz

lørdag, oktober 13

i will try to make better sense this time. i find that people keep telling me that I don't make any sense. Maybe that's because I just allow my mind to spill out, and in that way it is not so structured. I switch host families tomorrow, at 2-3 pm. I am pretty glad for it. Looking forward to be an "ene-barn" (only child), but actually I won't really be, but like at home, their only daughter has already begun her outer life, 30 yr old husband, a child named Martin. But I have all my things packed together, and while they are bigger than me, it still seems small compared to home. This is the American and her things. This is what she has to explain herself. I got a package today filled with cheesy souveniers, ghiradelli chocolate, rotary pins. It was nice to see little pointless things again. I haven't bought any of those, and everything I have seems to have a purpose.

My writing is not good right now. I have been having some trouble getting started on poems. But as long as I am functioning.. today me and my friend from Australia rode over to the "great wide forest" called Jægerspris Skov. We just rode around and I felt my sore throat worsen even though it was great weather, summery and cool. We took pictures and rode next to eachother, avoiding cars. Got some shawarma food and thought about things that we don't even realize exist at home. I.E. S-tog trains, wonderful middle eastern fast food, assigned seating at movie theaters. It's funny how every country does the most common place thing differently. How some countries make it so damn simple, and some make it so hard.

I saw A.I. (Artificial Intelligence). It was an okay movie, seemed kind of butchered and incomplete. Rode home in the dark with no lights, was scared for cars, but it was actually really peaceful. Now I am going to come down with a horrid fever soon, I can feel my head expand and contract. My eyes have turned red. I hope the fever comes and goes tonight. So that tomorrow I can sit outside and look at Tvinsmosegård for the last time of living here.

xo to all

søndag, oktober 7

hello world. sunday, and i have helped trim 20 trees.... while the dog gently whimpers.

tirsdag, oktober 2

I found a physics book in English! So now I am supposedly studying it, but science bores me no matter what language. At least with Danish one can sit there and do something else. So I am just looking at e-mail and putting around like usual. I can't believe that I am already a fourth of the way through this exchange. It feels like a year is forever, but I can't imagine the terror of going home, not being able to function and forgetting how to drive. Man I just don't know where to place myself here. It's just a mess. Waking up each morning is particularly violent, and I have to open the blinds to see the time. It's getting darker and darker, and everyone here is like, "Cold? What the hell are you talking about! For SATAN!" At least I know that they are bothered by the amount of rain that has been falling lately.

"Yes indeed, I am alone again. Here comes emptiness, crashing in. It's either love or hate, I can't find inbetween. Because I have been with witches and I have been with the queen." -Ben Harper

mandag, oktober 1

This whole college application process is pretty interesting. Here I am, across the ocean, and I can sit here and plug away my high school course outlines. There are a lot of things missing, i.e. my essays that will probably be written at 12 pm at night in some sort of poetic stupor, but none of this stresses me out. I know that if all else fails, I can go to the junior college, and save my parents a lot of money. I am doing all I can to not do that, but it really doesn't matter. A few years down the road and all that general ed crap is gone. Yeah nobody wants to hear Emily's college sitch, but I need to get it written out and it doesn't belong in a journal. Okey.

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