hvad kan du fortale om reolen?

christian, i know you don't read this but i hope i got that correct for the sake of your attempt and patience in teaching me this language.

sure, being able to study abroad means that you get to travel.. and i'm not arguing against the fact that it has its perks. i'm coming to believe that i think i'm more into the culture and essentially, the danish way of living. i've met so many internationals here whose intentions are focused on getting trashed, hooking up (READ: being unfaithful), and then getting more trashed. i won't lie and say that i haven't entertained that idea.. but i will also be honest and say that's not why i'm here. i can meet americans in denmark. i can hang out with americans in denmark. however, i didn't come to denmark to meet americans (i think i've made it clear on that one.. somehow.. and i only have one good american friend. two maybe). just as how i can't possibly get shitfaced everynight when it's not a big pasttime/priority of mine back in the states.

i'm not sure where i'm getting with this. keep in mind that the clock just hit 4 a.m. it irks me when students come "abroad" just to mingle with people from their respective countries. that's.. not the point? there's the comfort zone, i guess. maybe it's easier for me in this aspect considering i don't particularly feel entirely comfortable anywhere? it's really odd/amazing/interesting that i am getting SO much more comfortable with my dormmates. i've always had trouble making friends in my life, and somehow it's more laidback for me here. like.. i'd have conversations with my hallmates that i wouldn't have had in a VERY long period of time had i been in california. it's refreshing, really. fuck, there's none of that meaningless surface conversation. these are conversation pieces i can reflect upon later. am i rambling? i'm rambling. i don't know what my point is anymore.

oh right, my point: i consider myself very, very lucky to be housed in such a wonderful environment. it's not because i'm in a student dormitory (the dynamics of dorm life is much, much different here. maybe i'll get into that later?); it's rather the fact that everyone is so extremely warm and welcoming. and patient. and accomodating. and everything that is nice. i just love life, i guess. it's 4:07. apparently it's also a good time to sound beyond lame.. but it's true. i want to immerse myself in this culture. i want to learn (atleast some of) the language. i could easily breeze through the next few months by speaking nothing but english, but i want to do more than order chocolate cake in danish! i want to be able to understand the jokes passed around, and i don't want a thorough translation of a conversation that was had two days ago. it's very exciting that i have this opportunity, and i'm going to milk it for all it's worth. i was afraid of extending because of the time + money factor. initially, i was trying to justify this by telling myself, "oh, christina, how many times in your life are you going to be in europe? it's not uncommon to graduate in 5 years nowadays." i'm looking at time in a different perspective: there's simply not enough time in one semester to take everything in. i can't believe that december is in three months. three. everything in the books can be postponed; the material will always be in the books. but life? no, right now. october 1st is approaching fast.

4:23.

ps- i'm cooking for everyone this sunday! right, my reaction exactly: "WTFOMG WHAT DO I DO?!"
pps- tomorrow! i'm going to see if i can land some volunteer work in tutoring english. and i cannot cannot wait until rasmus' birthday on friday! supposedly it's the "traditional" way to do it...

this is a serious post.

this is a serious post. im getting fat. no matter that i'm walking/biking everywhere; the options of freshly-made pastries, cakes, and cookies are limitless in the stores here. you absolutely cannot find a strawberry tart say at the phoenix grill (on-campus restaurant back in irvine), and the chocolate croissants are only about 9 kr at the cafeteria here. it's mindless now when it comes to picking up something sweet to accompany your meal... what's even worse is that junk food is incredibly cheap here. a package of cookies, easily 10 kr. a gimongous bag of chips, 6 kr. all this added beer is also conducive to the death of my arteries. anyway, i needed to make this post to realize that i need to stop my sweet tooth. now. thank you.

friendly reminder

not copenhagen-related, but i just thought i'd remind you guys (probably all two of you who read this!) to register to vote for the november election! last day to register is the 23rd of september.. i know i won't be in the states, but i'll be sending my absentee in!

on to other news, october is going to be a big month for me.

oslo, norway >> italy/switzerland or spain >> st. petersburg, russia

maybe i can squeeze in prague some weekend in september as well.. but shit time is going by fasttt.

news-bit no. 2: Christina reached a milestone last night.. THREE beerzzZz. that's right, three. i am getting kind of irritated that my tolerance is going up.. beer is NOT cheap here (well, nothing is)... but tuborg is so good!

no. 3: how is it possible that i seem to get along with the danes more than with most americans? case-in-point: 2am drunk munchies in the kitchen, and christian comes out with a schpiel about the bugs in his room. somehow led to cigz and a conversation on socioeconomic statuses, record collections, life, and vampires.

i'm really really really hoping that this is not just a phase :)

køkkenkasse?

tonight was building 10, floor 1's official first meeting. two girls from my floor were nice enough to organize a meeting on practical matters and cook dinner for all nine of us. i was a bit nervous about meeting them; what if they just excluded me from all their conversations and spoke only in danish? quite the contrary. they are so so so so nice. even before dinner started, rasmus said, "should we switch our language over to english now?" all of this just to accomodate me! there's a german exchange student in our group as well, but it seems like she speaks almost perfect danish... after one year of instruction. when they would start to converse in danish again, they said that i just have to speak up because they're not aware. it takes effort from both sides, and i'm going to do what i can to learn more of the native language. i'm quite surprised that i can pick up bits and pieces from their conversations already.

so i guess we're going to eat dinner together every sunday night.. and i don't have to be afraid anymore. i.... need to stop being so people-phobic. have i mentioned how much i'm beginning to love it here? i start class on wednesday. classes only two days out of the week thus far; possibly three, and the earliest hour of instruction begins at noon. that still leaves me a 4-5 day weekend. i'm really seriously considering on extending my stay. oh, logistics.

kanoon.dk

so i guess i'm living the european lifestyle now. it's 530am and i just got back from this bar/club called the happy pig. hahahahah. despite how ghey the name sounds, it was decent. i had fun.. for the most part. for some reason only gross guys are attracted to me, so i got cockblocked the whole night. dogdamn i really wanted to dance with that german/danish dude again. i'll probably never see him again, wah. at least i got a drink out of it? CHRISTINA IS WORKING THE ASIAN CARD. i swear copenhagen gets better by the day. going to christiania tomorrow! ..if it doesn't rain. everytime i get excited about a beautiful day, it rains. E V E R Y T I M E.

got a couple of pix0rz taken tonight for the website listed above so look for me or something.. considering i don't know how else to show you the good times here. i still need to get a usb cord.

hi i think some people should update me on their lives....

XOXOXO

jeg kan ikke cykler

allllright, so i bought a bike today. riding one is more of an arduous task than it looks. well for me, anyway. they should make more bikes for people of my height. it's freaking hard trying to balance that thing when i'm at the stop light.

i got lost on the way home and i fell twice trying to get on. how embarassing is that?